Exmon

Hey, Dude!
Whoa, Dude!

Book 1: Hey, Dude!

Chapter 1

(for: gavroche)

Ronald Frank caught sight of the three kids running toward him in the mall, but then he was distracted by a shop window with several dozen cool shoes. A high call from one of them returned his attention, and then they were twenty feet [6 m] from him, three boys of maybe junior high school age, running crazily through the crowd and laughing and shouting to each other. Ronny paused in front of the Wherehouse outlet, trying to place the thump of the dance tune playing loudly within.

Then, there was a strange fluttering noise followed by a 'FFRTHRUMP' and a muffled shriek… and next thing he knew he was watching the vaulted glass and structural beams of the mall roof glide silently past him. He could not hear anything, and the floor seemed oddly soft. He was very, very tired, but… if he went to sleep, would he be home in time for dinner? and Mom would really be pissed…

The ceiling was different all of a sudden. Now it was low and light grey, though the floor under him was still soft like a bed. He tried to shake his head to clear it, but something was holding him down, and his neck hurt like a son of a bitch. Oh Jesus Sweet Christ… what time is it? Mom's gonna have a fit…

"Well, young man. awake at last?"

A strange man's voice spoke to him from somewhere outside his rather vertical line of vision.

"Sure I'm awake, what's going on, where…" But all that came out was a really scary croak, like the noise the assistant demon would make in the bad sci-fi pictures he loved to rent.

"Just give it some time, Ronald, it'll come back slowly."

He, with supreme effort, turned his head over about ten degrees and located the voice. A man he'd never seen was standing over him, by his bed. But, but, it wasn't his bed, this wasn't his house… panic rose like a whirlwind. The man came at him! Ron tried to get away, but he couldn't move, he couldn't talk, he was gonna cry, oh, no…

"Ronald!" the man sort of barked at him.

"Hhhhu," he gasped.

"Do you know where you are?"

"Ssscared…"

"Don't be scared, son. do you remember anything?"

"Mom."

"You remember your mom, Ronald?"

"Yeh. Wher' she…?" He was starting to get the hang of talking with this tube up his nose…

"She's gone home for the evening, but we'll call her in just a sec, kiddo. You're in a hospital. Do you remember getting here?"

A HOSPITAL… A HOSPITAL… What am I doing in a hospital, where'd the mall go, where are those kids… Ron stared at the man, completely stunned for the first time in his life. "Whhhaaatt, what, wh…" Tears began in his eyes. Sixteen-year-old boys were expressly forbidden to cry in public, but he had forgotten that. Along with a number of other things, it seemed.

"Someone ran into you at the mall last weekend, and when you fell you cracked your noggin a good one on the sidewalk. You've been sleeping since you were brought here. I'm Doctor Martin, I'm a neurologist that Dr. Penzsman called in. You remember any of the last four days?"

FOUR DAYS! FOUR DAYS!! NO FUCKIN' WAY, DUUDE!!!! "I remember the kids," he whispered. "They were running, then there was this noise, then I could see the roof of the mall, and now I'm here," He was really trying not to cry, but Ronald needed his Mom more than any boy on the planet just then, and she wasn't there, and he was utterly terrified.

"The Oscar boy ran into you and knocked you backwards. Like I said, you bumped it pretty hard on the way down. I'm going in to phone your parents, be right back."

"Whh… what time is."

Dr. Martin checked his watch. "It's two-thirty AM, kiddo."

"Well, she's sleeping," he whispered, still completely disconnected from the present reality. "Don't wake 'em."

"Ronald, if I waited till later to call them, your Mother'd have my ass and my license, in that order. I'll be right back."

He tried to think, tried to feel where four days had gone. But there was nothing, no sense of time, nothing at all, between then and now. "Fucking weird shit, man," he thought to himself.

"Ronnie, honey, you awake…?"

Mom was always bugging him to get up. "Sure, Mom, I'm fine, except it's two-thirty or something." Relief flooded him.

"Um, no, dear, it's nearly four, you must have dozed off again. You feel alright, Darling?"

"Mommy, is he talking?" Darcie was here, too, but Ron couldn't see her.

"Sure he is," said Dad's voice."Hi, Squeeks, what's up?"

Dad was here; but he hadn't called him 'Squeeks' in more than five years. Darcie sniveled and buried her face in Mom's dress.

"Nothin', Dad. This is real weird. I lost four days." They were standing around the bed. The familiar faces seemed to give him strength. It was starting to make some sense now. The running kids had knocked him down, and he had hit his head. Okay, I can deal with this.

"Good morning, again, young man." Dr. Martin was here, too. "Let's sit you up and see how you're doing…"

So it went for the next day, into the evening. They cut him loose, drew out the tubes, fed him some soup. Mom and Dad stayed around, and then Dr. Martin asked him if he wanted to try walking. They helped him out of the high hospital bed, and after a wobbly start, he managed to make it to the bathroom on his own. He had been pissing in a tube for five days, and it was a relief not to have to be helped.

"I wanna go home, Doc. I need to get home" he said, after his folks left to get some rest.

"I think tomorrow afternoon, we'll let you out of here. How's your focus?"

Ronald glanced over at the books on the table. After a moment, they pulled in sharp. "Better, Doc, it only takes a sec, now."

"Alright, kiddo, I've other patients. You get back in the sack and get some more sleep, and we'll start processing you tomorrow. Cool?"

"Way Cool!" That was the little game they had been playing all day; 'Cool?/WayCool!'. Doc wasn't such a bad dude. Ron climbed up into bed, and was overwhelmed by dizziness for a moment. He stayed on his hands and knees till it passed, then rolled the blanket over him and slept. He even dreamed, this time.

He had been awake for some while, and it was about ten thirty on Friday morning. Dr. Martin walked in with some papers. "How do you feel for some visitors, kiddo, Cool?"

"Sure, Doc, fine, you know that."

Dr. Martin sat on the edge of the bed and gave him a grave look. "Ronald, the boy who accidentally ran into you is here with his parents. You okay with that?"

"Well, um, sure, Doc, he didn't mean to…"

"They're absolutely scared shitless, Ron, especially the boy. Be real nice and gentle to them, this isn't easy. You sure you want to see them?"

"Yeah, no problem, Doc. He didn't mean it."

"Okay, Ron. The boy's name is Geoff Oscar. He's twelve and very, very nervous. Be patient with him. Cool?"

"Way Cool!"

They must have been right outside. A couple and a kid walked in. Ron stared at the boy. For a minute, he thought it was the kid on Home Improvement, Jonathan what's-his-name. He had the same hair, cut the same way, the same dimples, the same eyes… God, his eyes were cute. Ronald was suddenly very aware of how long it had been since he had beaten off… five days: a record!

They shuffled up to him. No one was smiling, so Ronny did his best. He stuck out his hand to the man. "Hi, I'm Ronny Frank."

The man took it. "I'm Greg," he said. "Greg Oscar. This is my wife Carla and our son Geoffrey." ("Who did this to you…" Ron could hear them thinking.)

"Hi, Geoff!" He said as warmly as he could. Greg pushed the cowering youngster closer to the bed. The boy's hands were twisted together and his thin shoulders hunched up. A stray lock of golden brown hair skewed out from underneath the strap of his baseball cap. He met Ron's gaze for a second and then went back to staring at the floor.

"Geoffrey, say hello to Ronald," said his Mom.

"…hi…"

"Geoff, dude, I'm okay, okay? I'm goin' home this afternoon, I'm goin' back to school Monday. You didn't mean it…"

The boy's marvelous clear hazel eyes raised to his for another moment. His chin quivered, his teeth chattered for an instant and then he tried to speak.

"I… I'm so, so sorry, I'm so sorry, I…awwwww…" He went to his knees beside Ron's bed and started to bawl. Both parents bent down to pick him up, still crying piteously. "…s-s-s-sorry, s-sorry,…" he whimpered.

Ron reached over and got the kid's sleeve in his hand. "Hey, Geoff?"

"…hik! y-yeahhh…?"

"Geoff, you wanna be friends?"

"I dunno."

"You think I hate you?"

"I dunno."

"You don't gotta apologize, Geoff, you didn't mean to, didja?"

"If Geoffrey hadn't been running in a crowded mall, none of this would be happening!"

Geoff responded to his mother's unnecessary observation by starting to cry all over again. Ron knew how to handle parents. "Um, Mr. and Mrs. Oscar, could I talk to Geoff for a minute?"

"Of course Ronald."

"Um, like, private, for a minute…?"

The man and woman looked at each other. "Sure," the father said. Then it was just the two boys.

"Dude, yer takin' this way too hard, it's just an accident, and I'm okay, now, I'm fine. I really am! We can be friends, maybe, cool?"

"I'm twelve…" whispered Geoff, shaking his head.

"I'm sixteen and a quarter," said Ron.

"How can we… how can we be friends? I'm a kid…"

"Dude, chill, okay? I kinda like you."

"You don't even know me, I could be a complete dork!"

"Naw, I can tell. If you want, we could be friends. It's up to you."

Ron had Geoff's interest. The boy looked puzzled. "What would we do?"

"Well, I could take you places in my car."

"You gotta car?"

"It's my Dad's, but I can use it. We could trade cool games. What kind of computer you got?…"

And so it went. Fifteen minutes later, when Geoff's parents came back in to collect him, the two kids were chatting like they had grown up together. Geoff didn't want to leave. "Mom, five more minutes, pleeeease" he whined.

"No, Geoff, Ronald has to get ready to go to his house. You can maybe talk to him later. Say goodbye, now."

"Um, Ron? I gotta go. You sure I can call you? I wanna see your computer and your R.C. racers."

"Call me Saturday, Geoff, okay? Nice meeting you, Mr. and Mrs. Oscar. I know it was just an accident, no one's to blame."

They said goodbye and turned to go. Just as they left and the door was closing, Mr. Oscar said something sharply to Geoff and his mother slapped him, really hard, across the face. Shocked, Ron heard the boy wail and begin to sob loudly. Then the door shut tight. The persistent image and the remembrance of what had happened in the hall completely doused the exquisitely hard boner he'd popped beneath the blanket, just from being near to so adorable a boy as Geoff. "I gotta help that kid," thought Ron. "They're bein' mean to him, and it wasn't his fault. I gotta help him…"

Chapter 2

Ron slept most of Friday and Saturday. About ten o'clock Saturday evening he realized with a start that Geoff had never called. A stab of disappointment went through him. The kid was cute, and funny, too. Ron really like the few minutes they had spent alone in the hospital. He did not fail to notice that, once Geoff's parents were out of the room, he became a different boy. Ron could not forget hearing the slap and Geoff's wail as they left. How could they hit so gorgeous of a kid? If Geoff were my little brother I'd be nice to him, teach him things, do stuff with him… Ronny began to think of the private stuff he could do with Geoff. It had been an hour since Mom had last been in to check on him… maybe he'd keep it under the covers…

He was jacking off even before he knew it. All he could think about was lovely Geoff, Geoff standing in front of him while he sucked the boy's stiff little cock, Geoff's hands in his hair, Geoff's thighs straining toward him, Geoff's nuts bouncing on his chin… The orgasm, when it came, was not what the teenager had expected after six day's abstinence, and it made his head pound fiercely. But Jesus! did he come a gallon! His dick pumped and pumped and pumped, like one of those impossible porn movies he watched with his friends. It also relaxed him, and he fell asleep planning to do it once more, 'cause it had been so long.

The phone ringing woke him up. He had gotten his very own phone for making Honor Roll in tenth grade last year. He had modified the bell in it with some cotton so no one outside of his room could hear it. He picked up the receiver, squinting against the Sunday morning light, still half asleep.

"…Ullo…" he said.

"Hey Crash, Dudeski, whutup? Whutup?"

It was Libowitz, Mr. Cool-wannabe himself. "I just woke up, dude, whatcha doin'?"

"Fuckin' yer girlfriend, dude, but she ain't that good."

"Josh, th' closest you've been to pussy in your life is when you were born, son. And that don't count."

"Like you're sex-god number one of (click! boooop) so you think you have experience. (click-boooop)."

"Josh, hang a sec, I gotta 'nother call."

"Duuude, you gotta go beat th' meat, I know you (click-booop)."

"JOSHUA LIBOWITZ, shut the fuck up a minnit!" (click.) "Hello?"

"Um, yeah, hi, may I please speak to Ronald Frank, please?"

Ron's heart stopped. It was Geoff, cute Geoff!

"Hey, dude! Geoffster, I'm on the other line, hang on a sec, 'kay?"

"Um, sure, Ron!" The boy sounded happy on the other end. (clickclick)

"Josh?"

"How was it, Ron, that was fast…"

"I gotta take this other call, I'll call ya later, cool?"

"Who is it?"

(Fucking nosy Libowitz!) "It's YOUR girlfriend, and she can't get enough of my ten-inch [25 cm] trouser pole, Joshua, so she wants it again, 'cause she says she ain't ever satisfied with you…"

"Yeah, right, Ronald, so who is it?"

"Josh, don't piss me off, I gotta go."

"No, just tell me who it is…"

"Josssshhhhh, godammit!" (Just hang in there, Geoff.)

"Okay, okay, aren't we touchy…"

"Bye, Josh. (click)

(Voices in background: "Geoffrey, are you on the phone?") "Yes. Mom, can I talk for a few minutes?" ("Just be quick, someone might be trying to get through.") "Mom, we have call-waiting." ("Just be quick, Geoff.") (sigh) "R-Ron?"

"Hey, dude!"

"Hey, dude! I called you like I said."

"That's cool. Whatup?"

"Nuthin'. How are you feeling?"

"Cool. Better; my headache's goin' away. Whatcha doin'?"

"Just hanging around the house. Can I still come over there someday?"

"Why not this afternoon? Ya doin' anything? Church? Relatives?"

"Naw, we're Jewish. You want me to come over?"

"Sure, after lunch, cool?"

"Your parents aren't mad at me, like?"

"Naw, my Mom's all worried about how you feel, I told her you took it kinda hard."

"You. you didn't tell 'em I was, like, that I kinda…"

"Dude! I ain't stupid. Nobody knows you were cryin'. That's private."

"Cool, Ron, thanks!" Ron could hear the relief in the boy's high alto voice. "What time is cool?"

"About three or three thirty. Is that all right?"

"Um, yeah, I think I can come over then. If I can't I'll call ya. But I think it's no problem."

"Hey, dude, cool!"

("Geoff, get off the phone now, and go outside and play. It's a nice day.") "I gotta go now Ron, sorry. Can I call you later, maybe?"

"Call whenever you like, Geoff, this is my own phone in my room."

"Coool, Ron, I wish I had my own phone." ("Geoff! This minute!!")

"Hey, dude, see-ya."

"Bye Ron…" (click)

Ron laid back in bed against the pillows, savoring Geoff's voice and searching his apparent enthusiasm to come over there. Oh, God, please let him be cool, please let me teach him stuff, Elliot hurt me so fuckin' bad, God, and I like Geoff so much already, he's everything I want, please, please…

Ron was still tired and under some pretty weird drugs that Dr. Martin had given him for when his head hurt. So Sunday afternoon rolled around quicker than usual, it seemed. Ron was dozing with the TV on when the doorbell rang. He sat up. Oh, please, let it be Geoff, let it be.

"Ron? Ronnie? You awake honey? Someone's here to see you…"

"Send him up, okay Mom?"

Instead, good ol' Mom escorted Geoff up to his room, and came in with her hand on his shoulder. "Ron, Geoff's here. You two have a nice time. Geoff, are you staying for dinner?"

"Um, I dunno, Mrs. Frank. I don't wanna be any trouble."

"Of course you're no trouble. I'll call your Mom and ask her. You two get to know each other…" She turned and went back downstairs.

(Mom, you have no idea how well I'd like to know Geoffrey.) "My parents are afraid your parents are gonna sue 'em 'cause I… 'cause we, you know…" the twelve-year-old began.

"They aren't, don't worry. My folks aren't like that. It's over with. It's cool you could come over. So, whataya think of my room?"

Ron watched as the fascinated boy moved around, picking up things, looking at Ronnie's books, his computer, his CD collection. Ron glanced down at Geoff's tanned calves above his white socks. It reminded him of his lost Elliot.

Elliot had been twelve, and Ron had just turned fourteen, when they met. They were riding bikes together with some of the other kids on the block. The younger boy had mentioned that he was planning a backyard sleepout, and that Ron could check out his tent. That evening, Ron had snuck out of his house after eleven, and gone down to Elliot's. What he hadn't expected was that Elliot's friend had gotten sick, and so Elliot was alone. Ron was already attracted to the boy's straw-white blond hair and tanned, freckle-sprayed small nose… it seemed Elliot had similar thoughts. He had started dropping little hints and innuendos, and before Ron even thought about it, they were snuggled up beside each other in the sleeping bag, Elliot rubbing Ron's already hard boner while Ron tried to undress them both. They spent that first night jacking each other off and, kissing, which Ron had never done. The two of them became inseparable, and over that summer managed to find a lot of private time together.

One afternoon, when Ron's Dad was working and Mom had taken Darcie shopping, Elliot had surprised Ron by asking him if he wanted to "… suck my dick a little, Ronnie, please? It feels so good, I'll give you one too, I promise…" They had been kissing like crazy, and Ron was incredibly horny, so he just went down on (very happy) Elliot and clumsily sucked him off. He gagged a little when Elliot bucked and yelped and came, but the boy was only twelve and not that much shot out. Ron spit out as much as he could on the edge of his blanket. Elliot then returned the favor. At first Ron wasn't that impressed, and Elliot's buck teeth kinda hurt the top of his bone, but soon he got into watching the cute boy, his eyes closed, mouth wide with Ron's shaft, the feel of the small tongue… before he knew it, an orgasm straight from teen-boy heaven took him completely. Had he been less delirious he would have noticed that Elliot swallowed his load, but Ron was lost in bliss and never thought about it. More time went by and the two kids found many other opportunities to be alone and 'close' with each other.

Then, the highlight event of his sex life up to that time had happened… They had been messing around in Ron's room for a quite a while without getting dressed, which was something that Elliot liked to do. He had found Ron's Vaseline stash and popped the top off, smearing it on his then-soft boyhood. Soon, Elliot's four-incher [10 cm] was ready for some more action. He sat down by Ron and playfully greased him up too, getting them both stiff as boards. Ron laid back with the beautiful boy beside him, feeling each other's dicks pressing into their tummies, like they had so many times before. Ron kissed Elliot deeply, who then, without any warning, said: "You can fuck my butt if you want to."

Ron was shocked. Just shocked! But oddly, his instincts took control and he rolled Elliot under him. It was something Ron knew about but never thought he'd get to try. Elliot spread his legs out and scootched to the edge of Ron's bed. Ron got on the floor and leaned over his young lover. Elliot swabbed a dollop of the Vaseline beneath his small kid-balls, covering his pink pucker. Ron was no longer thinking clearly. He hunched forward, pressing the slit of his prick into the gooey warm nest of the twelve-year-old's ass. He and the boy had done it a few times between each other's soft thighs, but this had taken Ron completely by surprise. Elliot pulled Ron's hips in close to him and said in a strange, husky voice, "Go slow at first, okay Ronny?"

"S-Sure, help me in dude… help me… oh!"

He felt the head of his penis pass through a barrier of sorts and Elliot moved beneath him and made an odd little grunting sound. Ron kept up the pressure. In sensory-flood overload, it was impossible for the young teenager to tell exactly what was happening to him, till suddenly there was something blunt pressing on his pubes, just above the hair. It was Elliot's straining hard-on! He was in! Elliot was still grunting and writhing slowly beneath Ron, every part of his smooth body in slow motion around the firm teendick in his young bottom. A deep viscous warmth surrounded Ron's rock-hard adolescence. It seemed to draw him closer in to Elliot's pale abdomen. Ronald held his pelvis pressed to the backs of Elly's encircling legs. Nothing had prepared him for the magnitude of the good feelings gripping his essence. "O-O-Okay, uh! Ron, uh! uh, uh!… slow, dude, uh! do it slow…uh!" The boy's voice was raspy and cracking. Ron pulled out a little and went in, then his hips took over and nirvana began manifesting in his crotch.

"OhmyGodElliotohmyGod…!" panted Ron as he and the boy beneath him swiftly got synchronized and Elliot relaxed. Ron looked incredulously down between them, seeing the boy's fist go to his small rod and begin to jack it off while Ron's own wet shaft plunged steadily and quickly up under Elliot's nuts. "God!" groaned Ron. "I'm gonna come, Elly, I haveta come, I have to…"

Elliot's left hand was clasped around Ron's right bicep, and the grip tightened as he said "Meee…ahhg!… tooo…uh! uh! I'm…ahg! ahg! …oo!…oo-oo!…ooooooocommming, Roneeee…"

Ron felt the kid tense up and shudder powerfully under him. Something warm and wet sprayed up from the younger boy onto his taut stomach. Elliot bucked and surged. That was all the fourteen-year-old could take. His need to come overwhelmed him and he drove himself to the hilt in Elliot's butt as jet after jet of boysperm erupted from him, each pulse of his dick a new wave of unbelievably intense pleasure.

"AWWooAWooAWWWoooAWWWoooh!oh!oh!oh!oh!" chanted Ronald as they writhed and trembled. "Ohhhh, David…" whispered Elliot softly, still humping lightly under Ron, his warm legs locking them together. They remained joined and motionless for some moments afterward, until Ron's boner went soft and slipped smoothly free. Ron had meant to ask Elly what 'David' meant, but then they cuddled and kissed and fell asleep for a while, and Ron had forgotten about it.

Chapter 3

Geoff giggled, bringing Ron back from his reverie. He had found the clay toad that Ron had made in ninth grade art class. It was the first time Ron had ever tried any kind of art, and it had gotten second prize in the end-of-class competition. It was really quite good, just a five-inch [12½ cm] green glazed little clay froggie with a whimsical grin on it's face.

"You make this?" Geoffrey was still giggling.

"Sure, in ninth, in Mrs. Anderson's class. I got an award for it, but it's not all that much."

"It's funny!" said the laughing boy.

"You, um, Geoff, you want it?"

"Huh? Ron? I can't take this, it's yours, you made it…"

"That's right, it is mine, and that means I can give to who I want to, and I just thought if it makes you laugh, you should have it, bro."

The boy said nothing, but there was a light in his eyes and and tender grin had replaced the giggles. "Awww, Ron, that's so coool… thanks!"

"Hey, dude!"

"Hey, dude, what?"

"You still think we can't be friends?"

"Naw, I was just scared, 'cause some guys don't want a kid hangin' around, and well, after we got to know each other I kinda…"

"Geoff, do you like, stay by yourself a lot?"

"Huh? No, my Mom or Dad never let me alone, hardly."

"No, dude, I mean, you don't have a lot of friends, huh?"

The boy looked down at his sneakers. "Nope. Nobody likes ol' Geoffrey."

"Hey, dude…"

Geoff looked over at Ron. "Geoff, I like you. Believe it!"

The boy spun quickly back to the shelf with all Ron's R.C. cars. He was silent for a short time, then the skinny shoulders heaved in a deep sigh. "Ron, you wanna take your cars out to the dirt lot? We can play with 'em there…"

"Okay, kids, get washed for supper!" came Dad's voice up to them, as if on cue.

"Shit!" said Geoff, then he giggled and blushed. "I gotta call my Mom and ask her…"

"Wait, let my Mom do it, then they can talk and your folks won't be so worried. You stay here a minute, I'll be right back."

Ron went down and explained the situation to his Mother. It was easier than Ronald had thought, especially after his Dad and Mr. Oscar had gotten over the 'we're not gonna sue ya' hurdle. Ron jumped back up the stairs to tell his friend the good news. When he opened his door, Geoff was sitting in his chair, holding the froggie statue up in the air and staring at it. The boy quickly put it down on the desk and stood up with his back to Ron. When he turned around, there was the unmistakable outline of erect kid-dick, pushing out down one leg of Geoff's shorts. Ron stared at it transfixed for a second, and then he realized Geoff was looking at him. The twelve-year-old went as red as a beach ball.

Ron's mouth and throat dried up. "Uh, um, dude… you can stay, it's cool, our Dads talked and everything's… uh, cool. I'm gonna wash up. Hurry down, I'm starvin'."

Dinner went uneventfully. Geoff was shy around Ron's parents, and Darcie, who was eleven, made a complete geek out of herself trying to get Geoff to notice her. But Geoff had the chair right next to Ron, and all during dinner their bare knees had touched lightly, separated, touched, parted…

Geoff had to be home at eight, (it being a schoolnight) so after desert they had gone back up to Ron's room for a minute. Geoff got his frog wrapped in an old rag. "I don't wanna goooo…" whined the boy, feigning a tantrum. "I don't wannna go hoooommmmme…"

"Aw, poor little boy, I'll protect you, there, there…" Ron put his arm around Geoff's shoulders, and Geoff reached up for his hand and held it for a second! The youngster sighed again. "This's great, Ronnie, I hope we don't get into a fight."

"Why would we do that? I don't fight with my friends."

"I don't either, but my best friend Max last year all of a sudden got really weird on me, and started punchin' on me and tripping me, and then he told me if I ever came over there again, he was gonna kick my ass, like for no reason…" Geoff's voice had gotten quiet and plaintive. The boy gripped Ron's hand tighter and looked up to him, searching his eyes.

"What an asshole, Geoffster, I'd never do that to a neat dude like you. I have friends for life, man. That's why I don't hang out with a lot of people, just a few I can relate to. Like you, for instance."

"I gotta go, Ron. And, like, I got Hebrew school two nights a week and homework up the kiester, so I don't know when I can come over here."

"I'll help ya with yer homework. kinda like a tutor, if you want."

"Huh? Really, Ron? Really?"

"Sure, anytime, what are friends for, dude? Let's set it up."

"Okay, dude, I gotta go. I'll call ya later, okay?"

"Cool. Hey, dude?"

"Hey, dude."

"I'll walk ya downstairs…"

Ron stood on the porch watching Geoffrey ride away into the deepening evening. The smaller boy paused several times to look back and wave. Then he turned the corner and the street was deserted. Ron went back inside. The rest of the family was watching 60 Minutes and eating popcorn. Ronald got a handful and declared his intentions to got to bed early.

"Okay, darling, we'll see you in the morning. Your little friend is quite a nice young man. It's nice of you to help him, I'm sure it must be hard on them to have gone through this. It hasn't been easy for us, that's certain."

"Well, I don't like him, he's a dork!" announced Darcie.

"Then don't have his baby, Darcie…" Ron advised her.

"EEEEEWWWWW, MOMMMMMM!" she shrieked.

"Rrrr-onald, young man, that will be quite enough…!!"

"Sure, Mom. 'Night, guys! 'Night, Mrs. Oscar."

"MMMMOMMMMMMMEEEEEEE…!"

Ron climbed up to his room and closed the door. He shed clothes haphazardly and got in bed in just his briefs. He was well on the way to be completely turned on as he had undressed, and now he needed it, and needed it bad. Geoff was just too much! Ronnie ached inside whenever he recalled the expressions in Geoffrey's beautiful eyes. Hearing the boy's pure voice was like music. And he'd seen him with a hard-on!! Ron pulled himself laboriously out of the fly of his shorts, letting the cloth support his nuts. He held his dick pointing straight up at the ceiling and jacked off furiously, his imagination filled with Geoff. Almost too quickly the teenager whispered "Oh, yessss…" to himself as his lithe body jackknifed and he gave himself a wonderfully powerful orgasm. He opened his eyes a little and watched the warm sperm pumping out onto his stomach. He could hardly wait 'till he saw Geoffrey coming along side of him, hear Geoff's cute voice announcing the arrival of his pleasure… like Elliot always did. Oh, Elly… Jesus, Elly…

Ron painfully recalled, once again, the almost two years he had spent with Elliot; best friends, boyfriends, lovers. Although they only fucked once more after that first unforgettable time (Elliot said it made his butt hurt too much) they still managed to get each other off at least once during the week and lots of times on typical weekends, unless family or schedules intervened. In retrospect, Ron realized that Elliot seemed to know a lot more about sex than Ron did, though Ron was two years older. Elliot always seemed to have 'practiced' things that were completely new to Ron. Ron lacked the experience to realize he was being used by someone. Ron loved Elliot, strongly and deeply, and while Elliot would many times say he loved Ron, it wasn't the same…

Then, right after Ron's sixteenth birthday, Elliot came over when no one was home. Ron opened the door wide for the very blonde boy, who was fourteen and getting nearly as tall as Ron. "Hi…" said Ron, but Elly just stood there, not looking at him. Ron noticed that Elliot's bike was out by the curb, and that two kids Ron didn't know were out beside it waiting.

"Hey, um, Ron, don't take this wrong, okay…"

Ron would forever hear, in his mind, the sound of Elliot saying those awful words.

"…but, I kinda don't wanna mess around like we do anymore, 'cause I can get laid by girls now. I gotta girlfriend who's like nineteen and she's been talkin' to me about Jesus and stuff and she says boys should only do it with girls, otherwise its a sin, so I'm not that kind of boy anymore, and anyway I like it a lot better with her cause I love her and maybe we're gettin' married when I'm outta high school (the boys in the street whistled and waved impatiently) so I gotta go, I just wanted you to know I ain't got no hard feelins', I just don't wanna do no more fag stuff, and like, when you get to do sex with a girl you'll know exactly what I mean, so I guess I gotta go now, see you later Ron…"

And then he was running away over the lawn, jumping on his bike, and riding down the street. During the whole thing, Ron had a shocked frozen smile on his face. He numbly closed the door, trying to understand what was happening to him. He was still grinning absurdly. "I'm okay, there's other boys, maybe he'll get lonely and come back, I'll find another guy to be in love with, I'll…" Ron drifted into the bathroom, convinced that he was fine, and had no real reason to be sick. He was quite wrong. After ten minutes of retching and running water, he somehow found his bedroom and lay back on top of the sheets. He groaned himself to sleep, in the middle of the day, from sheer depressive exhaustion. He ate next to nothing for two days after that , prompting a trip to Dr. Penzsman, who, not recognizing the symptoms of 'first broken heart' gave Ronny some vitamins and told him to rest.

Ron rolled over after cleaning himself up and sighed "Oh, God, please, please let Geoff love me, he's so perfect, so perfect…" Then his fucking phone rang, scaring him half to death. Whoever it was knew better than to call after ten…

He ripped the receiver off the cradle and snarled "What?!?" in a whisper. He was ready to lay into which ever of his dickheaded friends had called him.

"…Ron?" A boy whispered back. GOD! It's my Geoff, it's Geoff!

"Geoffrey, hey dude!" he whispered.

"Um, is it, is it too late?"

"Yeah, kinda, I could get in trouble. You okay?"

"Sorta. My Mom and Dad are fightin' and I'm scared, I hate it when they fight. You know?"

"Yeah, dude, my parents get into it once in a while. It sucks."

"I tried to make 'em stop but my Mom hit me…"

Ron was speechless again. "That's not cool, dude, not cool at all."

"I know. I wish they wouldn't do that. It just hurts so much Roneee."

Geoff started to cry over the phone. Ron felt his own tears gathering. Shit! Now what do I do? "You want me to come and get you?"

"Yeah, but you can't. My parents (hup!) got a security system."

"You okay? You bleeding or anything?"

"N-no, I'm fine, just scared. Oh, Ron, thank you!"

"Fer what, dude?"

"For this little froggie, I'm callin' it Clarence Frogmiester. It always reminds me of… of you, dude."

"Hey, dude?"

"Yeah?"

"I like you dude. I mean it. It's way cool we're friends. I mean that, Geoff. It's cool."

(snif) "This's great, Ron. I'm going to sleep now, can I call ya tomorrow?"

"If you don't, I'm gonna be pissed."

"G'night, Ron."

"Good dreams, dude."

"Same here. Night." The phone hung up on Geoff's end and Ron put his down. "Oh, Jesus, Geoff, I like you so much," he whispered as he fell asleep.

Chapter 4

"Ron-neee, Ron-neee! Breakfast, honey!"

Ron was awake, motionless, in his bed, in his room, in his house. The sixteen-year-old lay for a moment, just savoring the familiarity after all he had been through the previous week. Then he stretched and rolled over. He had a piss hard-on, and it reminded him of Geoff's phone call last night. He tucked himself in his briefs (though there was no one there) and went into his bathroom to clean up. His mind whirled with Geoff, his loneliness on one hand, Geoff's seeming affection for him on the other, his very real fear of having another 'Elliot' happen to him, how he hated the thought that Geoff's folks were abusing him… and then the realization that he had lost a week of school and homework, and it was going to be a bitch, man…! Nothing would matter if he could just know that Geoffrey felt the same way about Ron that Ron felt about Geoffrey. The way he had felt about Elliot, and that had been wasted. "Oh, God, please let him need me, he's so perfect," Ron whispered to himself as he went down to breakfast. He didn't know that God indeed had plans along those lines, but She wanted a little drama, first…

"Hi Mrs. Oscar" Ron said to Darcie as she glowered at him. ("Ronnn," his Mother chided him.) "I'm going to be a lady astronaut and I'm not getting married until I come back from space, so there, Ronald."

"Well, you are a space cadet, Lil' Miss Piglet."

"Mom! Mom! Make him stop!"

"Wait!" said Ron suddenly, closing his eyes. "Where am I? Where is this place? Who are you people?? I've… I've Lost My Memory, Oh NO!!"

"Dumb," said Darcie. "Don't quit your day job, darling," advised Mom sweetly, while Darcie laughed triumphantly. "You kids finish up and get to school, I have to go to work."

Ron saw Josh first when he got off the bus. Surely an evil omen. Josh would never know how secretly wonderful it was to be seen either. Ron would have months of dealing with the psychological damage of his 'lost' four days. The usual round of taunts, put-downs, and insults ensued, but it was familiar and comforting, in a weird sort of way. Ron went to his classes, gave endless explanations of his experience, and got home just after four that afternoon with a truly fearful stack of work. No one was home yet. Ron trudged up the stairs and dumped the mountain of books on to his desk, switched on the light and the computer, put a Silverchair CD on and descended to forage for snacks. He remembered to ask Geoff for a yearbook picture or something. He had burned Elliot's in a fit of rage about three weeks after getting dumped so cruelly, but something told him Geoff was different. Elliot had practically molested Ron, but Geoff had never even mentioned the subject, though Ron hoped to find out his feelings as time went on…(Pleeeeeease, God…). Ron had decided that Geoff didn't look a whole lot like Jonathan Taylor Thomas, just his skin, which was light but tanned, and his eyes, which were the same, and his hair, which was the same uncertain blond, and cut the same way. But Geoff's nose was different, and his mouth smaller, teeth bigger, and no actual dimples. Ron was too stressed to jack off, even. He got right to work, and the time flew until Mom scared the fuck out of him by walking in his room to tell him dinner was ready. "Ok," he sighed and saved the report he was working on.

Dinner was dinner, nothing different. Ron was distracted and quiet, and answered "Killer Homework!" to his parent's questioning glances. As he returned to his room, he saw a phone message waiting on his machine. He pressed play and stood in rising fear and worry as he heard Geoff saying:

(heavy road noise background) "…Ron…? …R-R-Ron, um… are you like, listening…?" The high voice coming through the speaker was fading and wavering, as if Geoff was looking around while he was talking. "…my p… my parents got into a huge fight… (the boy was whispering, barely audible over the noise outside the payphone) …a big fight, Ron. (silence, the boy's audible, labored breathing) …I don't know who else… to call. I wish you were. (siren going by) so I could talk to you. I'm at the store over by th…(click)." The answering machine timed out early and dumped the call. Ron went berserk. The phone rang again. He snatched it to his ear. "Geoff?? Geoff???"

(Road noise)"…God, Ron… (gulp!) God, I'm… am I buggin' ya? I can call back…"

"Geoff…you okay, dude?"

"…yeah, she hit me again, and I ran away. I hate them… Ron, I just… (gulp, sniff.) I don't know what to do now…" Geoff ended in a squeak of fear and pain.

"Dude, where are you, I'm comin' to get you… where are you?"

"I'm at the liquor store by school."

"My school or your school?"

"Mine… Ron, you sure? I don't wanna be trouble…"

"Geoffrey…you stay right there…don't go anywhere, dude, I'm on the way…okay?"

(sniff, sniff, hic)…" 'kay, Ron… I'll be here…"

"'Kay, dude, hang in, I'm comin'. Bye!"

Ron ran down the stairs. "Dad! Dad, I need your help!…" He explained the situation briefly to his Father, who after a little thinking, got the keys and said "Let's get over there." Ron was relieved, but still worried. The drive over to the Middle School took only a few minutes, and as they rounded the corner, there was a small, lonely figure sitting in the middle of a bus bench, a backpack beside him. They pulled up next to Geoff, who looked up uncomprehending for a moment until he recognized Ron getting out of the car. "RON!!!" the boy screamed and jumped at him, wrapping his skinny arms around the older boy and squeezing the wind out of him. "Whoa, dude, chill… let's get home!"

"Okay, I'm scared out here all by myself."

They rode home in silence. When they got back and got into the living room, Ron was shocked to see the boy's left nostril clotted with blood, blood on his shirt, and dark bruises on his delicate wrists. Ron's Mom took control. "Let's get you cleaned up a little, young man," she said as she led him into the guest bathroom.

Ron's Dad looked at him. "I wonder if we should call the police, Ron. Geoff's been beaten up pretty badly. Maybe his parents are looking for him. I don't want to get into trouble for trying to help someone."

"I know Dad. Let's see what he says when he comes out."

"He's out," said Geoff, his face still damp. "My folks do this a lot. I'm gonna call 'em and tell 'em I'm spending the night somewhere… oh, I…" Geoff stopped, wide-eyed.

"What, dude?" asked Ron.

"Can I… can I…"

"Of course you can, dear. Are you sure your parents aren't worried about you? You can use the guest bedroom or sleep on the floor in Ronnie's room. We can sort this out in the morning. You want us to call your parents, Geoffrey?" Boy, thought Ron: Mom sure can be efficient sometimes.

"Yeah. If it's no trouble."

It was done. Mr. Oscar got a tinge belligerent until Ron's Father asked him if he knew the twelve-year-old's nose was bloody. Geoff would be spending the night. Ron didn't know what to think. He just went with it. Stuff was happening way too fast to figure out. "Cowabunga, duuude!"

They fed the famished boy and then he joined them watching some television, much to Darcie's disgust. After ten, Mom shooed them up to bed. She got (from some deep storage vault) some of Ron's clothes from junior high. "Try these on, Geoffrey, they might be a little big, but that's the style, anyway… at least they're clean for in the morning."

"Cool, Mrs. Frank, that's really nice of you. (yawnnnn)."

"Hey, dude?"

"Yeah, dude?"

"I'm tired, let's get some rest."

"Goodnight, boys," said Mom. "Geoff, will you be alright?"

The boy gave Ron a complex look, part admiration, part dependence, part security. "Yeah, I'm fine. now. Thank you Mrs. Frank."

Ron got out the sleeping bag and unrolled it on the floor next to his bed. "I'm gonna take a shower, you wanna?" he asked.

"Sure. With you?" asked Geoff innocently.

"Um, no, dude, but I'll just be a minute. You can mess with the computer."

"Okay, Ron. I really appreciate this."

"Cool," said Ron as he closed the bathroom door and turned on the shower. Geoff had wanted to get in the shower with him!!!! Boing! went his boner as the thought sunk in. Ron considered beating off but decided to wait. He managed to control himself as he dried off and went out with a towel wrapped around his waist. Geoff was half-undressed, his tanned upper body and bare feet reminding Ron just how cute the kid was.

"I'm takin' my shower now," announced Geoff as he stood and slid his pants off. The boy then just walked into Ron's steamy bathroom in his underwear while Ron stared at his butt. Boing! went the bone again. Ron was a pretty average kid, five-eight [1.72 m], a hundred twenty pounds [55 kg], with a swimmer's build, brown slightly curly hair that he kept long on top and thinned a little at the sides, not too radical. The erection which was now pushing out the towel was cut, and a good five and a half inches [14 cm], but slim and slightly curved up. His balls were walnut-sized, and his pubes dark brown and surprisingly soft. He had hair under his strong arms, on his ankles, and just the start of a patch on his chest. He heard the shower go off. He quickly got his briefs on over his rod and slipped under the covers just as Geoff appeared in a towel like Ron had done. The younger boy was just five-two [1.55 m], about ninety pounds [40 kg], and at the heavy peach-fuzz stage of beginning puberty. His hair was still wet and darker than when it was dry. "Hey, dude!" he said, giving Ron a toothy grin.

"Hi, dude!" smiled Geoff. Ron's dick started to ache. Oh, God, please.

"Get in the sleeping bag, I'm gonna turn the lights out."

"Um, Ron…?"

"Yeah, Geoffster?"

"Can I… no, forget it."

"What?"

"I don't wanna sleep on the floor, Ron. I get scared."

Ron thought furiously. He was truly concerned for Geoff, and not thinking selfishly. Neither would it be the first time he had slept over in the same bed with someone. Ron patted the other pillow. "Right here, dude."

Chapter 5

"Cool… Ron, thanks…" said Geoff as he shed his towel and climbed in dressed in white baggy boxers. Ron switched off his lamp and they were alone in the dark together. "You doin' all right…?" asked Ron.

Geoff sighed and turned to face him. "Yeah, sorta. They been fightin' more and more, and I'm worried." He sighed again. Ron was struck with the fact that there was a person next to him, not a little kid, not another face at school… here was an individual, complex and apart from him, with hopes and fears and dreams of his own; yet they were friends… Ron could share this other person's life, could maybe help this guy that he genuinely cared about… then Geoff reached over and gently placed his warm small hand on Ron's chest, holding it there and moving his fingers slightly.

"I can't believe you're my friend, Ron."

He rolled to the boy and hugged him close. Geoff gazed into his eyes as their arms went around each other. Geoff snuggled up to Ron under the covers. Ron felt the tears start, and try as he might, couldn't stop them. In fact, trying to hold back made it worse, and a sob choked out of him. Geoff flinched back and shook his head, confused. "Ron… Ron… are you… cryin' ? Why? What's wrong, Ronny, don't cry, dude…"

"Geoff… it's 'cause, it's like, you mean a lot to me, and I been lonely, and I really, really wanted someone like you to be my friend, and then they hit you and hurt you and I just want to go over there and…" Ron broke completely down, rolling away from his friend and sobbing into his hands. Geoff began pulling insistently on Ron's shoulder, trying to get him to turn back. Ron got himself together and when he faced Geoff again, tears were leaking down the smaller boy's face into his pillow. "Don't worry, Ron, don't worry. I'm not hurt. I been thinkin' how weird it is, 'cause I been really happy lately, and this evening in the car I figured out it was, it was because… Ron… oh, thank you!" cried the boy. Ron cradled him in his arms. "I love you Ron," said the boy, his face still pressed into Ron's chest. Ron bent down and kissed the kid's forehead and eyebrows.

"Don't say that if you don't mean, like, that for real. I had a bad experience, Geoff, and I'm not going through that again."

"I do, Ron, I know I do. You've, like, been better to me than anyone. I always wanted someone like you…you know? I know I love you."

"Geoff, you're so important to me. You sure you want us to be in love?"

"Oh, Ron, yes… yes! You're all I think about, like in school I can't concentrate, I get bo… (Geoff flushed and was silent for a beat. Ron held his breath) I think about you a lot…" finished Geoff.

"Dude…can I ask you a real personal question? You don't gotta answer if you don't' want to."

"Sure."

"You had sex-ed?"

"Sure."

"You know what an erection is?"

"Duh! Sure I do! It's a boner."

"Yeah. Do you, um, know what masturbation means?" Ron's throat dried up and he started to shake.

"Yeah. Do you, like, um, sometimes guys, you know… Do you do it?"

"Well, yeah. I'm sixteen. I do it."

For very nearly the first time, someone was paying attention to Geoffrey, actually listening to what he had to say, interested in his thoughts…

"Its called beating off, right? My cousin calls it strokin'. I also heard jackin' off, beatin' it, and finger-job."

"Yeah, and whackin', and spankin' th' monkey, a lot of things…"

"Ron?"

"Yeah, Geoff?"

"You really do it? Like with your hand?"

"Um, yeah, dude, all guys do it, it's natural. I do it a lot. Feels good and relaxing."

"Yeah," said Geoff, thinking. "Feels good…" suddenly the boy gasped, realizing he had just admitted to what they were talking about. Ron's heart was about to burst. He had grown another bone, and he was trying to keep Geoff's shins from discovering that. First he had to get Geoff over his pre-teen fears of ridicule and exposure.

"Geoffrey, dude, we're friends. I love you, dude, like we were brothers or something. That means we can talk about stuff that we couldn't talk about with other people. It means I trust you, like."

Geoff was silent for quite a while, staring at Ron's chest while Ron absentmindedly ran his fingers down Geoff's neck and along his skinny shoulders. "…Yeah. Makes sense…" he said to himself.

"Dude, what makes sense?" asked Ron.

"You sure you won't tell this to anyone, Ron?"

"Dude…" snorted Ron. "What's between us is private, okay?"

"Okay, okay… I just… this is embarrassing."

Ron hugged him a little closer. "I know. But you can trust me."

"I… when I like, do it, you know? And I kinda think about you and me… God, this is embarrassing…!"

"Then forget it, Geoff… you're makin' me feel bad!"

The boy was suddenly contrite. "Oh… Ron, I'm sorry, I'm sorry… I I… never said this to anyone before… don't be mad…" he ended on a whisper.

"Geoff, I love you. Ron loves Geoff, dude. We can talk about anything. Just tell me…"

"I think about you and me and us bein' best friends and I beat off and it makes me feel stupendous and I go, like, totally crazy when I get the best feeling and my juice squirts out…" Geoff paused to inhale.

"Dude. Me too. Okay?" The younger boy gaped at him, mouth open.

"You…you think about us when you do it?"

"All the time, dude. I'd be like, honored if sometime, you wanna like…you know, we could…" It was Ron's turn to get tongue-tied.

"Really? You mean like, do it in each other's presence?"

"Right now, If you want to…" Ron could hardly talk.

Geoff stared at him again. Ron could see the boy sorting out his feelings. Almost with a mind of it's own, Ron's left hand glided smoothly down Geoff's silken body and came to rest between the boy's warm thighs, gently cupping his extremely stiff five slim inches [12½ cm]. Geoff drew a sharp breath and jerked, and then arched his back into the older boy's sensual caresses. The lovely eyes closed and a sweet grin lit up his face.

"Ooooo, yeahhhh… just like I figured it would feel, only better!" whispered the twelve-year-old as he relaxed up against Ron's trembling body.

"Roll on your back, Geoff…" husked Ron.

Geoff flipped over and Ron pulled the boxers down to the boy's peach-fuzzy ankles and off. "You use Vaseline?"

"No, I do it dry… more friction that way…"

"Geoff, check this out…" Ron started jacking the boy off as tenderly as he knew how. Geoff lay back, hands to his sides, eyes closed. He giggled. "Whoa, Ronnnn… this is stupendous." That was the second time Geoff had used that word. Ron knew why he loved kids. The boner in his hand throbbed and pulsed, as Geoff began to lift his hips. Ron reclined beside the boy, propped up on his left elbow, while he kept the little hard-on molded to his warm palm. For a minute or so, the only sound was hand-rubbing-dick and occasional short exclamations while Geoff's aroused body prepared for pleasure.

"Feel good, dude?" whispered Ronny, watching the incredible expressions playing over the kid's cute face.

"Ohhh, yeahhh, Ronnny… go faster!"

The boy began to pant as Ron put some elbow into it. "Shit. Gonna squirt, Ron… it's coming out… it's. uh, ahhhhhhhh, uh! ahhhh… eeee-yessssss…!!"

Geoff's little dick stood out away from his firm nuts and delivered it's few triumphant shots of thin cream into Ron's thankful hand and onto Geoff's heaving belly. Ron closed his fist just under the flaring head of his boyfriend's shaft and gave him short quick strokes. The boy arched up and went "Ahhh, ahhh, oh, yesssss…" and then lowered his butt back to Ron's bed. Ron slowed and stopped, holding the boydick motionless as it's owner puffed and made small squeaking noises. A small bit of sperm rose to the slit and rolled languidly down to Ron's wet finger. Geoff took a deep breath and Ron wiped his hand off on the towel he had slipped into bed with them. The seventh-grader turned to Ron, still panting, and lovingly caressed Ron's cheeks, with happy love and security in his eyes, a big smile on his face. "Oh, Ron, yesss…! I had the best feelin', Ron it never, ever felt that way before… it was just so coooool!"

"Was it stupendous?" asked Ron as they cuddled.

"Yeah, dude. Um, Ron?"

"Hey, dude…"

"Someday, can I do it to your dick? I've never touched a big kid's dick before…"

"Dude…" Ron swept back the covers and ripped off his underwear before Geoff's astonished eyes. The boy started at Ron's (aching) erection, his fuzzy balls, his legs.

"Whoa, dude, you gotta lotta hair on yours!"

"You will too, when you're my age, Geoff."

"Yeah. I got some fuzzy hairs, on my dick at the base, but it's not like yours."

"Geoff… I think yours is beautiful. It turned me on to be able to make you come."

"Make me …what?"

"Come. Have an orgasm, you know, feel stupendous."

"Oh, yeah. I heard that, I didn't know what it meant. Can I…"

"Touch mine? Sure, you can. You can jack me off if you want to." Ron was certain he was going to explode at any moment.

"Can I? Cool! But, I've just done my own, and you're bigger."

"Just do it like yours, it'll make me happy. It'll make me squirt like a son-of-a-bitch. I need to come, Geoff."

Then they were together, hugging, Geoff squirming naked against him, still hard even after his orgasm, and as they separated, Ron felt the warm small strong hand around the base of his teencock. Geoff was pretty good at it, and Ron… Ron was sixteen, horny, in love, and alone with the one person he had been praying to be alone with. He reached out to hold the younger boy in an intense grip. In only a short time, actually quicker than than Geoff's climax had taken, Ron knew something extraordinary was happening to him. A low moan escaped from deep in his tense throat. Geoff whispered "Feel really good yet, dude?", his voice modulated by his arm motions. The reality of what was happening dawned on Ron and he said, through clenched teeth, while the steady rhythm drove him completely nuts:

"O-kay, G-Geoff, comin'! Comin' like mad, dude…" A sexual tsunami rose within the frantic teenager and roared up the slopes of his soul. He spasmed and humped and just as the most intense pleasure of his life peaked he whispered, low and clear. "My God, Geoffrey, I love you so much…" Sperm shot out of him in wave after wave of unbelievable intensity. Ron was not aware that a boy his age could come that hard. It was an exquisite blend of pleasures so great it was nearly painful. Geoff just kept chugging away, up-down-up-down, until Ron gasped "Okay, dude, cool… stop for a sec."

Geoff inspected his right hand, which was literally covered in Ron's thick warm joy. Geoff smelled it. "It ain't like mine," he observed. Ron felt like he was back in a coma.

"Geoff… that was the best I've ever had. That was the best feeling I ever had. That was so cool. I hope yours felt that good."

"It did, Ron, it did… I was scared but then it started feelin' so good… then it was sorta like my wiener was thankin' you, and then I got the main feeling and I couldn't believe it… I never got it done by anyone else before, except once, about three years ago, at camp. But I was too young to do it, so it just tickled and annoyed me. Your's was so good to me, Ron, can we do it again sometime, maybe?"

Chapter 6

Ron held Geoff to him and smiled at the boy, whose dark blonde hair was down all in his face and eyes. "Sure, dude, we can do it tomorrow, and like, the next day, and the next…" Geoff laughed happily and cuddled up warm and soft. Ron felt sleep overtaking him.

It had been a long, stressful day. Ron still hadn't gotten a start on his homework, and as Geoff snuggled sleepily up next to him, he saw the clotted blood in the boy's left nostril. It was a sobering reminder of just why Geoff was here in the first place. Ron had been on the verge of unconsciousness, especially after what the kid had just done to him, but as he remembered Geoff crying to him all alone in a payphone, he knew he had to do something. He rose from under the rumpled covers, waking Geoffrey a little. "Where'ya goin'…?" Geoff whined plaintively. Ron threw on his bathrobe and bent over his friend.

"I'm just goin' downstairs a minute, dude, don't worry, I'll be right back." Ron brushed Geoff's messy hair back and kissed him, so tenderly! right between his eyes. Geoff giggled. "I love you Geoff," said Ronny. "Me too, dude…" and Geoff was asleep again.

Ron went down, hoping Dad was still up, and he was, semi-dozing on the couch. Mom had already gone to bed, which suited Ron too, although he got along pretty well with his folks, all things considered. Ron sat down next to his Father on the couch, watching what was on the TV.

"You worried, son?"

Ron shook his head and smiled. He guessed that was what parents were for. "How'd you figure that, Dad?"

"What do you think the best thing for us to do now is?"

"I dunno, Dad. I know Geoff's a really neat little kid, and it's strange, I like him for a friend even if he is sorta Darcie's age. I hate them for beatin' him, Dad, that's just not cool. They slapped him in the hospital when they came to see me. And I don't think he deserves it. Does that make sense?"

"Sure does, son. I just don't know whether we should get involved, or call the police, or…"

"Dad, can you talk to Geoff's father? Like, intervention or whatever it's called? I think Mr. Oscar's kind of a wuss, anyway. It's Geoff's Mother that slaps him around. I mean, their son did injure me, so maybe if you…"

"That's not really fair, is it Ronald…"

"It's not really fair he has a bloody nose and bruises all over him either, is it Charles…"

"Just calm down, kiddo, I'm on your side. Okay?"

"Yeah, Dad, I'm sorry. I'm tired and stressed and worried."

"Is Geoff asleep?"

"Yeah. It was kind of a long day for him."

"We'll take him to school tomorrow, and I'll think about this. He can stay here when ever he wants, and you look out for him a little, too. But, son, this isn't a movie of the week or anything like that. I've probably already broken the law by letting him stay here. he is technically a runaway right now…"

"Yeah I know. It'll be cool. I like the little guy, he's like a little brother. I feel like helpin' out."

"I'm glad you came down here to talk with me, kiddo.you know that?"

Ron was suddenly close to tears again. He sensed things were changing, that he was growing up in some unfathomable way. He felt pretty good about things right now. He kissed his Dad's stubbled cheek. "Love you."

Strong arms reached up from the couch and held him fast for a moment.

"Love you too, son. Have a good sleep."

"Night, Dad…"

Ron awoke out of the extravagant dreams of adolescence to find himself almost off the side of his bed onto the floor. Geoff had commanded the center of the bed as well as the lion's share of the blankets, and was curled up in a cannonball with one arm around Ron's neck. He was soundly asleep. The clock told Ron that it was about fifteen minutes earlier than he normally got up. Ron was tired, but awake, so he slipped out from Geoff's embrace and tucked the blankets back around the sleeping boy. He was doing his thing in the bathroom after his shower when Geoff walked in, his soft hair flying all over the place and half of one eye open. Ron just stood there while Geoff hitched his boxers down and pissed unashamedly in front of Ron. Then Geoff stretched hugely and walked over to him, pressing warmly up against him.

(yawnnnn) "Hey, dude… whatsup?"

"Nothin'. I gotta shave."

"You shave already??"

"Just my lip, about once a week. But it's gettin' darker. See?"

Geoff looked at the indicated part of Ron's face. Ron smeared on some shaving cream and was done 30 seconds later. He rinsed the plastic razor off and handed it to Geoff to check out. Geoff peered at himself in the mirror and made like he was shaving, too. Ron draped his arms around his boyfriend and lowered his chin to his shoulder, smooshing their ears together. They watched each other in the mirror.

"You sleep good?" asked Ron.

"Yeah, after what we did…" Geoff giggled naughtily.

"It wasn't the last time we'll have fun like that, dude."

"Cool, Ron, I hope not. I liked it. I like you!"

Ron was unable to resist giving the kid a quick feel. The twelve-year-old was half-hard anyway, and as soon as he felt Ron's hand on the the fly of his boxers he pressed his pelvis into the front of the vanity, trapping Ron's big hand. Geoff ground his hips slowly, as his boner rose into the warmth of Ron's grasp. Geoff turned his face up to Ron's.

"Do it, Ronny, huh? I always do it in the morning, it relaxes me for school…"

Ron pulled Geoff back a bit and let his shorts slip down around his ankles. The boy was grinning and quivering in Ron's arms. Ron watched himself jacking Geoff off in the mirror. It was truly erotic. He had not had a chance to check Geoff out much, but now the boy was standing naked before him. Ron kept his left arm around the boy's chest, and Geoff wrapped his own skinny arms around Ron's. He closed his eyes and leaned back into his older friend's warmth, cooing and flexing his hips. Ron felt him getting harder and harder. Geoff gripped Ron strongly as the tickles and tingles and pressure in his pink nuts rose and rose, then with little warning the boy gasped and sighed "…aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh…" and pumped another couple of jets of thin boycome onto Ron's bathroom rug. Geoff shuddered rigidly and then giggled. Ron loved his giggles, too. The boy turned to face him, a thin web of sperm still leading from the tip of his 'wiener' to his knee. He hugged Ron.

"Cool one, thanks, Ronnie. I liked it!"

"Do me quick, Geoffster, before someone comes up here…"

"I just came, up here…" Geoff said with a mischievous grin. It took Ron a second, but he was quick, too.

"Good stuff comes to those who wait, dude…"

Geoff's lithe small hand was already stroking Ron…oh God this feels so goooood… a guy could really get used to this on a regular basis! Ron stood back against the vanity, holding the lip of the counter with his hands, while Geoff stood beside and in front of him bending slightly forward and cranking him off. It was still so new, and he loved Geoffrey so much, that in no time Ron was up on his toes, arched back over the vanity, biting his lip to keep from moaning out loud as yet another hard, strong orgasm rocked his teenage psyche. Geoff stopped and hugged him as his boner softened between them. Ron looked down into those hazel, trusting eyes.

"It was good, dude. I love you."

"Love you too…"

Ron was going to kiss Geoff's forehead, but those lips! Geoff's lips were so cute, such a beautiful boy… Ron took a chance and pressed his lips lightly to Geoff's. Geoff inhaled slightly and then pressed back. The kept it going for a few seconds, with Ron holding the back of Geoff's head. Geoff tried to say something.

"Yeah, dude?" whispered Ron.

"Ya wanna try frenchin'?"

"You wanna?"

Geoff shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

"You boys get a move on, breakfast is ready," called Mom through the bathroom door as she knocked on it.

The two kids sprang apart as if a snake had appeared between them.

"O- Okay, Mom… uh, okay," said Ron lamely, so freaked out that his voice cracked like a thirteen-year-old's. Geoff was in a panic as well. But Mom didn't come in, and five minutes later both boys were seated at breakfast, just normal all-American kids. Darcie kept glancing at Geoff out of the corner of her eye, while Geoff sat by Ron, oblivious of the attention he was getting from a young lady who was developing fantasies of her own about him. This was going to get interesting!

The school day passed normally, Ron struggling to cram way too much work into every spare minute… (well, maybe not every minute.) and it went pretty okay for Geoff as well, except for the massive bone he'd popped in math, daydreaming about his best friend when he should have been reading about boring complex fractions. He looked down at the tent in his walking shorts just as Frankie Wong did. Geoff was mortified, and there was nothing he could do. "Who's the lucky lady, Geoffrey…?"

"Um, uh…Frankie, mind your own business!"

"Wooo, Geoff, next time wear a jock or something…"

Geoff thought fast. "Frank, you see Species?"

"Yup."

"Her."

Frankie's face lit up and he cupped his fist and stroked the air for a split-second. "Me too, dude, she's awesome…" he whispered to Geoff.

"Yeah. Shit, here comes Mr. Mason…"

Chapter 7

And so it went. Ron got home, got a snack, and plowed into more work than he ever dreamed a guy could have. It gave him a residual headache just thinking about it. He worked until dinner, ate something, and kept jammin' until he finally couldn't see anymore, around ten-thirty. He had made good progress. Geoff called him.

"So, Geoffster, everything cool at your house?"

"Yeah, pretty much, my Mom and Dad aren't talking, but at least they ain't fightin'."

"They say anything?"

"Naw, they knew I spent the night at your place, and that was fine. Nobody cares." Geoff was quiet a second. "Nobody but you, dude."

"Oh, Geoff… I, I'm glad you knocked me down in the mall… you are just so cool of a kid…"

"…Ron… I hurt you, I can't stand it…" Geoff was suddenly in tears again.

"Geoffrey, if you don't stop it, I'm gonna kill you, dude. it wasn't your fault, and right now, I think it's the best thing that ever happened to me… how else would we have met?"

"…I'm sorry, Ronnie, sorry… I got a bloody nose, too, then, you know that? It bled for an hour. They thought it was broken."

"From what?"

"From running into you with my face. I got blood on my Green Day shirt and like, wrecked it. Then I wanted to go with you in the ambulance but they wouldn't let me 'til my Mom came for me, then they took me home. I was so worried, Ron, you were all white and still…"

"Why were you runnin'?"

"My stupid friend Eric stole this little piece of jewelry from a store and so we ran, I was trying to get him to take it back, but him 'n Ryan were just laughing and wouldn't listen to me. Then I hit you and they like, disappeared on me."

"Little fuckers…"

"Yeah, Eric's crazy, he smokes marijuana and steals beers from his Dad. Ryan's okay, though. He wants to be a lawyer like me."

"You gonna be a lawyer?"

"I think so, I really like it, and all my tests say I read good and I'm real logical and stuff. I kinda like it. Plus you can get rich."

"Yeah. I don't know what I want to be. I guess I'll go to college and find out. It's neat you know already, like, what you want to do."

"If you were a lawyer we could be in the same office… that would be bitchin'…"

"Dude, Oscar and Frank, Attorneys at Law? The hot dog lawyers… I don't think so…"

Geoff went into hysterics over the phone. The younger boy laughed for the better part of five minutes, before Ron could get a word in edgewise.

"If yer wiener's in trouble, we'll get it out… hee hee hee heee."

Oh, God… thought Ron. This is what you get for liking seventh- graders. "Hey Geoff… Geoff… hey, dude."

"Yeah…?" asked the boy, still snickering and giggling.

"When's your birthday?"

"Four weeks. When's yours?"

"Eight months. What're we gonna do special for your birthday… you'll be a teenager like me."

"Finally!!" agreed Geoff.

"What shall we do in honor of Geoff being thirteen?"

"I can think of some stuff, but we'd need, like, privacy…"

Ron felt his dick stir in his jeans. God, thank You so, so much. I really do love this kid, Lord… I'm tellin' the truth…

"No, let's do something like, go somewhere, or a concert maybe… we can do the 'private' stuff anytime."

"Right now?" asked Geoff.

"You mean, over the phone…?"

"Um, no, wait. the phone?? How would that work?"

"Well, I do something and tell you what I'm doing and you do it and tell me what you're doing, and we like do it together."

"No way, my Mom'd pick up the phone and I'd be busted big-time!"

"Yeah, you need your own phone, for privacy."

(sigh) "I miss you, Ronnie…" The tone of Geoff's voice melted Ron in his seat.

"I miss you too, Geoffster. I wanna spend some more nights with you."

"Yeah! I'm getting addicted to your hand, dude. Mine's not the same. I done it three times since I got home from school, but I can't make it feel good like you do."

Ron was popped in a flash. He stripped his zipper down and worked his pants open. "You like it when I do ya, huh?"

"Yeah. It feels so good, I like start shakin' and get all dizzy. It's nothing like at camp when I was nine and Elliot tried to do it."

Ron froze, suddenly not breathing. "A guy named Elliot jacked you off, dude?"

"Yeah, this guy named Elliot Dunbar. He was like, twelve or something. He was always tryin' to get kids to do shit with him. I didn't want to, but he kinda forced me…"

A hot, sour bolt of lightning had struck Ron square on the forehead. Geoff was chatting away but Ron's ears were roaring and he couldn't hear him. He was very nearly sick to his stomach.

"Ron…? Ronnie… you there?"

"…Yeah. Hold on a sec…"

"Cool, I though you went to piss or something, so anyway…"

"Geoff, shut up a sec, okay?!?!" Ron was instantly sorry, and he heard Geoff's shocked gasp.

"…Um, sure, cool, … Ron… "

"Sorry, I had to think about something."

"Ron. What's wrong? I'm worried now, dude, I'm only a kid, but I wanna help you, you're my best friend…"

"Geoff, I can't explain it, it would take too long. But if you come over for some homework help, I tell you all about it. Deal?"

"… Ron, I'm worried, I'm scared… tell me just a little…" Geoff was whining and it was killing Ronald to hear the pain in the boy's voice.

"Dude, this hurts, okay, but I don't want you to worry… this has to be between us, okay?"

"Duh, like I'm gonna tell someone anything…"

"Okay, God, Geoff, I… shit. Okay. (sigh) A long time ago, me and Elliot were friends."

"…Friends… like us???"

"Yeah, kinda. But I was younger and I didn't know what kind of dude Elliot was until it was too late. Then he dumped me for this nineteen-year-old chick, and it hurt me, Geoff… it still hurts…"

"…Oh, Ron. Did he force you, too?"

"No, he was twelve and I was fourteen, but he was always gettin' me to do sex stuff with him, and I was too young to know that he was just usin' me, he didn't love me, Geoff, he lied… he lied… he li…" Ron cried quietly, head down over his desk, tears dripping down onto his notebook.

"God, Ron, that's awful."

"… Not since I met you, Geoffrey… You don't know what you mean to me, dude, you are so cool of a person… I'll always love you."

"Ron, my Mom's been yellin' at me and hittin' me all my life. I thought everyone's parents did that until I got into seventh. Before I met you, I knew a guy whose cousin killed himself with a gun, and I started thinking about it, you know?"

"Yeah, dude, I know."

"And then when you said we could maybe be friends, even after I put you in a coma for four days, it was like I had something to hope for again. But I didn't think a kid like you would want to be friends with a seventh-grader, so I got all sad again. But I was wrong, and now, Ron, I'm happy. I like it how you listen to me, Ron. I like it we can talk. I like bein' in your room, 'cause it's like, your personality in there. I like your racers… I wanna take 'em out and race 'em, dude. That make sense?"

"I wanna see your room, Geoffster, I bet it's cool."

"It's messy, that's for sure."

"Geoff, I gotta go, I got school tomorrow, you too. Call me when you get home?"

"I got Hebrew school… hey, dude!"

"What?"

"You're coming to my Bar Mitzvah… that's an order!"

"Um, yeah, cool. I'd like that. When is it?"

"Four weeks, the weekend of my birthday. I'll have my suit on, you can laugh at me."

"Okay, Geoff, I'm goin' to bed. Call me tomorrow."

"What'ya gonna do in bed, dude?" asked the boy with a leer.

"Dude, I'm jackin' it. You?"

"I'll try, but it's got a sore on it from all the rubbing."

"Vaseline, dude, give it a try. Night!"

"Night, Ron." (whisper) "I love you."

"I totally love you, Geoffster, get some sleep. Night!"

Chapter 8

Ron turned in, but any thought of 'doing it' had vanished in the mental stink of Elliot resurfacing in his life again. Ron lay for a long time in the dark, hands folded beneath his head, staring at nothing. Elliot would be at Marshall next year, and Ron was not looking forward to having to see him, even infrequently. Finding out that Elliot was more of a dirtbag than even (rather naive) Ron had figured, was just more stress on the boy's emotions. He longed for the days before 'love' had meant anything to him. How he wished he was Geoff's age! How cool it would be to wake up one morning and be twelve again! Ron smiled to himself, closing his dark, liquid brown eyes. It'd be cool to have all my memories, though… then I could kick some butt… Ron was sleeping as he imagined that, and woke up the next morning, feeling marginally better.

But Fate seemed determined to keep Elliot in his life. The day had gone normally, and Ron, by working way too hard, had reduced his homework to almost a manageable level. About five-thirty, his phone rang… it was his Geoffster!

"Hey, dude!" said Ron happily.

"Hey, dude, what'cha doin'?"

"Homework, still. I'm gonna be doin' this year's homework when I'm in college, dude, this suuuuucks…!"

"Yeah, I hate it when the teachers give ya tons of it in every class, like they don't think of anybody else. it's not fair."

"You got it. What are you doin', Geoffrey?"

"Nothin'. I just got back from bein' at Temple, practicing for my Bar Mitzvah. I'm bored!"

"You wanna go to the mall and get something to eat and maybe hang out for a couple' hours?"

"Really? You mean it?"

"Sure, go ask…"

"Cooolll…" Geoff threw the phone down and raced off yelling "Mommmmm! Mothherrr…!"

Thirty seconds later Ron heard him crash back into his room, drop the phone, find it again… "…Ron, huh, huh, huh (gulp) Ron, you there?"

"Sure am dude."

"I can go, but we gotta be back at nine-thirty."

"I'm comin' right over, get ready."

"Oh, Ronny, this's sooo coooll… hurry!"

"See ya, Geoff."

Ron went down and explained himself, and was (as expected) granted the use of the car. His folks knew he was trying to help Geoff, so it was no problem. Ron was suddenly struck with the fact that he had a pretty good family. He thanked his Dad for the keys and tried to drive sanely until he got to Geoff's house. Geoff was waiting for him at the curb, dressed in faded (kinda tight!) blue jeans and a Lollapalooza t-shirt with a light blue windbreaker under his backpack. Ron was transfixed for a moment, realizing how handsome a boy he was. The twelve-year-old threw his pack over the back seat and slid in next to Ron, smiling and quivering in his excitement.

Geoff buckled his seatbelt as they drove away. "Hey, dude!" he said.

Ron looked over at him. "You hungry?"

"I'm starvin' Ronny, let's go to MoJo's in the Mall, okay?"

"We're there, Geoffster. I wanna check out some new CDs."

Geoff was actually bouncing up and down in his seat like a little kid, grinning nonstop. "This is so coooolll, Ronny…"

Ron was filled to overflowing with a peaceful kind of gratitude. This was too good to be happening to Ronny Frank, the boy kids love to hate, the guy voted most likely to be forgotten… then they were in the parking lot of the mall, and Geoff was out of the car and racing ahead of him in his haste to get there. "Dude, like, wait up. Geoff! Geoffrey…! You forgot yer pack, dude!"

Geoff ran back. "Thanks, dude. let's go."

They walked into the noisy Mall and headed over to MoJo's, a typical shopping center burger-and-tacos-joint. Both of them ate like hungry teenagers, and Geoff was obviously touched when Ron paid for both their dinners. "Aww, Ron, you don't gotta."

"If I thought I had to, I wouldn't, dude. Let's go check out some tunes."

They went into the music store. Geoff stayed close to Ron the whole time. Nothing obvious was happening, but Ron certainly noticed that, no matter where he moved, Geoff was within touching range of him all the time. Ron could feel the boy next to him. It was comforting and wonderful at the same time. He showed Geoff lots of new music, and they picked out some to take with them. Then, right before leaving, they rounded a corner and Ron's blood froze solid in his veins. Five feet [1½ m] away from him was Elliot Dunbar, with another guy Ron didn't recognize.

Ron was stunned, but his adolescent facade kicked in. Geoff sucked in his breath as he saw Elliot. Ron lifted his chin in acknowledgement, a neutral smile on his face. Elliot had grown! The boy was now as tall as Ron, and he had filled out, his once flaxen hair darker, his features coarser, with a few zits here and there. The dude he was with was shirtless and tatooed, a bandana around his skull and wisps of goatee on his chin. Elliot looked from Ron to Geoff, from Geoff to Ron, and then smiled the ugliest smile Ron had ever seen.

"Whutup?" he asked, his voice deeper and raspier than Ron remembered.

"Jus' kickin' it, dude." Ron wanted to be far, far away, ASAP.

"Who's yer bud?" Elliot's murky eyes glinted at Geoff. Geoff actually moved half behind Ron, as if for protection.

"This is Geoff, Geoff, Elliot." The other dude with Elliot inclined his head slightly and said "Carlos."

"…Hi…" whispered Geoff, terrified.

"Hey, man, check you later," oozed Elliot as they sauntered past Ron and Geoff. As they passed, Elliot turned and gave them another look. Ron's heart sank to his Reeboks and stayed there. He discarded the thought of leaving right then, that would have been obvious.

"I HATE him, motherfucker!" Geoff growled suddenly. Ron was surprised by the boy's vehemence. Geoff usually didn't cuss much.

"I hate him, he hurt you bad. I hate him!!" Geoff whispered as they watched the two youths fade into the crowd and disappear.

"You okay, Geoffrey?" asked Ron.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You okay?"

"Yeah. I wish I didn't have to see him anymore. But oh, well."

"He's in ninth at my school, but he gets in trouble a lot and has to go to the alternative classes. All his friends are criminals."

"You wanna go back to my place for a little while? It's only eight-thirty."

"Yeah, let's get out of here."

They managed to stay away from the spot where the had 'met' last week, and soon they were at Ron's house. His Mom said 'Hi' to them and seemed glad to see Geoff. Darcie was over at a friend's house. They went up to Ron's room to play one of Geoff's CDs. As soon as the door closed Ron's arms were full of boy. Geoff reached up on tip-toes and Ron bent down to him. "Oh, Ron, I missed you!" Geoff whispered as their lips touched. Ron's hands went to Geoff's waist and the Geoff just opened his mouth wide and practically sucked in his tongue. Ron's eyes flew open and he pulled back in surprise. Geoff looked dismayed. "Did I do it wrong?" he asked. "No, dude, I, I just wasn't expecting you to… I just., here, let me show you."

They sat down on Ron's bed and turned to each other. Geoff was shaking slightly. Ron took the boy's warm head in his gentle hands and said "Okay, dude, do what I do…" And then, they were kissing! It took Geoff a few moments to get the hang of it, but soon both boys were lost in each other, discovering love and affection, a small bubble of goodness in an increasingly hostile world. Geoff pulled back, staring into Ron's eyes, his fingers intertwined with Ron's. "Oh, Ron, I got a boner so hard, it hurts… I gotta do something…" Geoff was serious, not being coy. Ron was pretty much in the same state. They didn't have that much time, either, and Mom still had the habit of just walking in on him at odd moments.

"Dude, we gotta be careful, you want me to jack you off?"

"Oh, please Ronny, that'd be so cool, you make me have real good feelin' ones… where can we do it?" Geoff was practically panting. Already Ron's dick was stiff as a board, pressing insistently up under the waistband of his Jockey shorts. Ron got up, stepped over to his door, and listened for a moment. The TV was on downstairs. They were probably watching it together. Ron turned back to Geoff, sitting next to his friend. Geoff's arms went around him. Ron popped open the boy's faded jeans and worked the buttons apart. Geoff was also wearing briefs, and the slim lump of his hard boycock sprung up in them as his pants fell away. The wonderful scent of warm kid wreathed itself around Ron.

"Hold your shorts out dude, I'll do ya."

Geoff pulled his clothing away from his body, but as Ron started to do it to the boy, Geoff whispered "Hurts my balls, Ron, hurts…"

Ron sighed and grabbed Geoff's' jeans on either side and pulled them down along the boy's thighs, taking the undershorts with him. "Mom had better stay downstairs…" thought Ron grimly.

"Ahh, yeah… freedom!" said Geoff as he leaned back on his elbows. Ron knew what he wanted to do. It was risky, but he loved this kid, and now was as good a time as any… He reclined next to Geoff, holding the aroused boy's warm stiff dick in his hand, rubbing the soft pink nuts with his little finger. Geoff, dude, thanks for kissin' me, I'm gonna show you something new. You know what a blowjob is?"

"Um, yeah, kinda. The guy puts his dick in the other guy's mouth?"

"You got it. I want to show you what that feels like… it's really cool, you'll like it."

"Ron! You mean me put my dick in your mouth? Isn't that gross?"

"No, it's just skin, dude. Wait till you feel what it feels like. You'll never want it to stop."

"But, what if I, Ronny, I could squirt my juice in your mouth!"

"Yeah. I'd kinda like that, Geoff. You will, too, that's like the best feelin' part of it. Okay?"

"Um, yeah… yeah! I trust you Ronny, you wouldn't hurt me… I want you to show it to me…"

That was all Ron wanted. He lay beside the trembling boy, rubbing his palm along the soft curves of the hairless balls, getting a good look at the arc of dark fuzz around the root of Geoff's stiff five inches [12½ cm], and then he leaned over and took the kidshaft in his mouth. Geoff groaned and bucked up to him. Ron continued to rub the boy's nuts, laid with his left ear down onto the warm pale abdomen, and then went right to work with his tongue under the delicate sculpted head of Geoff's bone. "Ohhhh, God, Ron… stupendous!!!" moaned the boy. Ron could feel his lover's arousal in the stiffness of the cock between his lips, and the twitches and tremors running through the boy's body. Geoff was silent, breathing deeply for a while, and then it happened.

"…R…R…Ronnnnn… oo'oo'oo…Ronnnnnyyy…HUH! HUH! HUH!"

Hot salty/sweet come spurted into Ron's mouth as Geoff shuddered and bucked up and down. Ron was laying next to Geoff, pressing his crotch up against the boy's knee, and suddenly Ron was coming too, hunching his teendick on Geoff's leg and trying not to bite Geoff or scream out loud. The kid under him twisted and moaned and squeaked, holding Ron's head to keep him motionless as the intense orgasm peaked and slowly faded, leaving Geoff panting and satisfied. Ron was aware of the major mess in his pants, but damn! it had felt good! It wasn't the first time he'd shot it in his shorts, so he'd just volunteer to do laundry this weekend, simple! He scooted up to Geoff. Geoff opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, looked over at Ron, and started to cry!

Chapter 9

Ron was nonplused. Why was Geoffrey crying? And the kid wasn't just whimpering, either… the boy was whining and blubbering and trying to talk, all at once. Ron could only hold the youngster until he calmed down a little bit. Geoff's pants were still down around his knees, and Ron had horrible visions of Mom or Dad walking in on them like this.

"C'mon, dude, gotta get ya dressed…"

One of Geoff's hands flopped down to his jeans, but that was it. Ron sat the sobbing boy up and got his shorts back on, and his pants mostly up. Then Geoff grabbed him and hugged him so tight he couldn't move.

"Geoffrey, Geoffrey, what is it, dude? Let me help you… huh?"

"Oh, Ron! I need you so bad! I just realized nobody loves me but youuuuuu…" Geoff buried his face in Ron's shoulder and began to groan and make little mewling sounds that tore Ron's tender heart into bits. "Oh, Geoff, I'll always love you, and other people love you too, dude, your parents love you, they just."

"THEY DO NOT!!!!" Geoff raised his head, tears streaming down his cheeks. "You don't know, Ron, they wish I was dead so they can have their fun without a kid in the way. My Mom… my Mom, said… my Mom said that to meee…"

"Awww, Geoffster, I…" Ron didn't know what to say. He just held the kid close until he was done crying. Geoff's eyes were wet and bleary, and his nose was running. "…Ron…?"

"Yeah, dude?"

"Are we… are we fags? I gotta know…"

"Geoff, not now, not now, I can't…"

"Ron, I gotta know, right now, it's important, pleeeease."

"Okay, get dressed first, okay?"

"You wanna, you want me to…?"

Ron didn't reply, he just showed Geoff the expanding wet spot near the top of his zipper. "Couldn't help it, your leg did it for me." Ron got up as Geoff finished buttoning his fly, and went to his closet. He got new underwear, and pants sort of the same color as the wet ones. He stepped out of his sneakers and undressed while Geoff watched him. "Wow, I like all your hair," whispered Geoff as Ron pulled on his clean clothes. "Thanks, Geoffrey. I really like how you look. It makes me feel lucky to be friends with you."

He sat down on his chair facing his friend. He was scared, but this had to be done. He got both of the trusting boy's hands in his.

"Would it matter to you if I was gay?"

Geoff made a derisive little noise. "'Course not, it'd still be you, you're my best friend!"

"Well, I am, Geoffrey, I'm a 'fag' and there's nothing I can do about it, and I never knew until this summer… it's kinda weird."

"Your Mom and Dad know?"

"Naw, I can't say anything yet… I guess I'll tell 'em when the time comes, but right now… It's so strange, Geoffster, I just thought I'd start dating like all my friends, but after Elliot hurt me so bad I started thinking, and I realized what was happening."

"Motherfucker! I HATE him! He hurt you!"

"Yeah, he did, really badly! But I was stupid, I shoulda seen it coming. Geoff, why do you have to know if you think you're gay, right now?"

Geoff stared at him. Ron could see the boy thinking. It was so awesome to Ron, because Geoff was the most intelligent person he had ever met, and Geoff usually thought things out much better than Ronny did. "When I was in fifth, I had a teacher, Mr. Atwell…"

"Yeah! I had him! He taught us math and science studies!"

"Yeah, him. Well, I wanted to be friends with him real, real bad, and I kinda got crazy, I was going after class to talk to him and sending him little cards I made… finally my Mother and the principal had a big conference and I had to go to a doctor and take a lot of tests, and then I wasn't in Mr. Atwell's class anymore for the rest of the year. So then in sixth, my cousin came out to stay with us for two months, he was like fifteen then, and I felt the same way about him, only I was scared 'cause of what happened to me in fifth. He told me what jacking off was, but I did it and nothing happened, so I got bored and stopped. But I wanted to be just like him, and I followed him around, and he got all mad at me and I got grounded till he left. Then I was really sad for days, but I didn't know why. And, Ron, like something in me's been sad and I've been really lonely, until…"

Geoff gave Ron a look that told the older boy his prayers had been answered. "Nothing in my life is as important to me as you, Geoff. I swear it. I swear to God."

Geoff hugged Ron and snuggled. "So, I gotta know, Ron. Are we fags? I won't mind as long as I have you for my friend, but I have to know."

"Geoff, we're gay, not 'fags' 'Fag' isn't a nice word, people use it when they want to hurt us. But, yeah, I'm gay. You gotta figure it out for yourself, though."

"You won't… you won't help me, Ron?" Geoff looked pained again.

"No, no dude, of course I'll help you. But some guys think they're gay because they do stuff with their friends some, but then later they get girlfriends and do stuff with them."

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

"Nope. You?"

"Hell, no! Girls suck!"

(Ron chuckled) "Yeah, probably, but, so do I…"

"Yeah… It felt radical. But, Ronny, I really, really think I'm gay, too, 'cause I feel the same toward you that I felt toward Mr. Atwell and my cousin Greg, but it's totally different, 'cause you feel the same way, it's awesome, I can't get used to it, I… God I love you, Ron! That's why I was cryin' so hard! I used to be so lonely, and now there's you!"

Ron glanced over at the clock. Nine-fifteen. "C'mon, dude, I'll walk with ya home. cool?"

Chapter 10

They walked out into the cool evening, two kids in coats and long pants, from a distance big and little brothers, maybe. One would have reinforced that opinion by observing the incredible patience the older boy showed to the younger, by the casual huglets, by the obvious affection the kids had for each other. And they were, after all, brothers in a sense…

"I'm really gay, Ronny, I'm really gay…" Geoff continued the discussion once they were safely outside and away from prying ears. "I'm almost thirteen and I'm not stupid… I kinda figured it out last year, but now it's important to me. I. I didn't bug ya, did I…?"

"Naw, I'm just scared some, Geoffster… a part of me got burned by you-know-who, and you're so wonderful it's like a dream, and I…"

Geoff waited for a moment. "You what?"

Ron jammed his hands in his coat pockets and stared ahead into the night, walking slowly next to all his dreams. "I want us to be friends for a long time, Geoffrey. Like after we're grownups. It's not fair to you, and if you go across the country to college, I'll fucking die without you, so it's not fair to me," Ron sighed. "You see?"

Geoff stopped and they sat on a bus bench for a second. "You're right, Ronny, I understand. But you might go to college, and I'll only be fifteen then, and I'll miss you too… shit. What're we gonna do?"

"We have time, maybe we can figure something out. But I love you, Geoff, that's important." Geoff was silent as a couple out walking their dog passed by.

"I think I'd change schools to be near you, Ron."

"No, I'd come to live where you were. I'll be twenty-one and I can do what I want then."

"Oh, Ron… you mean that?"

"What do you think, dude?"

"Ron."

"Yup?"

"… 'M gonna cry."

"Don't cry, Geoffster, we cry too much, I didn't bawl this much when Elliot…"

"Don't mention his name anymore, Ron, okay? He can go to hell."

"Yeah. Well, you gotta get home."

"Yeah. Um, Ron?"

"Yup?"

"Is he the only other dude you did it with?"

"No, one other guy, but we just beat each other off, nothing fancy."

"Who was it?"

"You know my friend, Josh Libowitz… or maybe his brother Sam?"

"Oh, yeah, I know him! Sam's in sixth this year, he goes to my Hebrew School…"

"Josh gets these porn videos from somewhere, and when we were in eighth grade we'd watch 'em and jack off a lot. But we weren't, like, you know… we didn't have feelings for each other, it just felt good."

"You liked the pornos?"

"No, I liked Josh gettin' all turned on next to me."

"Yeah. I understand. Ron?"

"Eee-Yup??"

"I don't know if we… I been thinkin', about you blowjobbing me, I kinda…"

Ron's heart filled with mud and sank into his stomach. Now what? He shook his head. "I gave you a blowjob, I didn't 'blowjob' you."

"Oh, yeah. But I'm scared, Ron."

"What's there to be scared of? You liked it didn't you?"

"Um, sure, yeah, but in s-school they told, they said you, Ron, they said that a guy could give someone…"

"Oh, Jesus, Geoff… I see what yer bugged about. Okay. This is the truth. If you still are scared, we ain't gonna be doin' it much other than by hand, if you want to…okay?"

Geoff's eyes were big with worry. He was trembling next to Ron. Ron put an arm around the thin shoulders. "After me 'n Elly broke up, I got to thinkin' the same thing, and I got really, really scared, 'cause he was doin' stuff with other dudes, and not telling me… I didn't know to ask, I was sooo stuuupid…! But I finally couldn't stand it any more, so I went into my counselor, but they wouldn't help me, they said I had to get a form signed by my parents…yeah, right! So I was bummed for days, until I saw an ad for one of those teen hotline eight-hundred numbers, and I called them, and they referred my to a place who tested me, tested my blood."

"Oh, Ron… I'm so s-s-scared…" The boy leaned into him. Ron rubbed his arm. "It's cool, dude… It was an, um anymom, uh."

"Anonymous?"

"Yeah… anonymous… no one knew. So I like died every day for two weeks until the dude called me on my phone and said stage one was negative, then they called later and said I was clean, no problem, Elliot just broke my soul, he didn't kill me, too. So, like, I got more chance of catchin' something from you, because like, since then, you're the only person I've done anything with."

"Ron, Elliot tried to jack me off once three years ago, but like I said, I was too little. My cousin just talked, he didn't do anything but watch me rubbing my dick. He let me watch him once, and that's where I learned what sperm-juice looks like. And then you did it for me, and Ron, I just, it was the best… okay? It was so right for us to, like… for us to be doing that with each other… you know? This make sense?"

"You satisfied I ain't got no STDs? I still have the paper they sent me, hidden in my room. I'll show it to you."

"Ron, I trust you, I trust you… Shit! It's nine-thirty-five!"

"It's cool, I'm with you," Ron said as they rose and continued on to Geoff's house. "Dude! Wanna see my room?" the boy asked excitedly.

"Sure, if it's cool with your folks!"

They were in front of Geoff's house. Ron looked at the yellow light coming from the windows. "My boyfriend lives here," he thought to himself. "Geoff's been in there all this time and I just didn't know it…" The aforementioned boyfriend ran in yelling 'Mommm! Daddd! I'm hommme!" Then there was silence for a few minutes while Ron waited on the front porch, peering inside the half-opened doorway. The smell of Geoff's house was strong and different from his house. It smelled woody and warmish and…"

"You can't come in, I gotta go," said Geoff glumly, suddenly appearing in the door.

"It's cool, Geoff, we got time…"

"Okay," the boy sighed. "I'll call you later."

"Geoffrey, what if I just come in and beat the shit out of your Dad?"

Geoff raised smoldering eyes to Ron's. "I'm gonna first, when I'm bigger. I gotta go. (quiet whisper) iloveyouronny."

Ron kissed his fingertips and blew it toward his love. It made Geoff smile as he closed the door. Ron stayed for a few minutes, ready to run in and fight on Geoff's behalf, but there was no noise save a faint television from the other side. Ron turned back to his place, then a whisper hissed above him, scaring him slightly.

"Ron, I'll call you tonight, cool?"

"Cool, Geoffster, I'll be waitin'," he said quietly. Geoff was leaning half out of his bedroom window, elbows on the sill. Ron noticed how easy it would be to get a ladder and get the kid down, should the need arise. He waved, and the little stinker blew his kiss back to him and mouthed "I love you Ron" again. Ron grinned all the way home.

Chapter 11

Ron glowed happily all the way back to his house. It was crisp and clean out, and the teenager was suddenly struck with the thought that life was pretty good right this second. He imprinted the street, the smell of fireplaces, the streetlights, the houses… he would always remember this particular scene, and it would unerringly return him to the days when he was sixteen and his boyfriend, twelve.

He got in and sat on the arm of the couch watching Picket Fences. Zack had been his fantasy kid for a while, but now… Ron yawned, said goodnight to his family, and trudged upstairs. His phone rang as he closed his door. He picked it up with a thrill of anticipation.

"Hey!"

"Hi, Ron. Can you… can you talk for a second?" It was Josh, not his cute little Geoff. Ron was disappointed, and at first he didn't hear the serious tone in his friend's voice. Josh was usually loud and obnoxious, but now he sounded quiet and down.

"Josh, dude, everything all right?"

"Yeah. Ron, can I ask you something private, but you just gotta say the truth?"

"…Yeah, Josh… what's up?"

"You know how we always talk about chicks and stuff like that?"

"Yeah, sure. Most of it's bullshit, I know, but everybody does it."

"Yeah. Ron, did you… did you ever get laid, for real, like, I mean, really in her and coming and all…?"

"Um, no Josh, I guess I'm still a virgin, but what's the big deal? I'm only sixteen, it'll happen, I guess…"

Josh sighed hugely and was quiet. Ron could hear Sam complaining about something to Josh's parents. "Well, dude, I'm sixteen, and I got laid, like all the way, for real, last weekend." Then he was quiet again.

Had they been at school, Ron would have made a big show of congratulating the boy, yelling, hooting, and all the other adolescent rut-rituals. But Josh's voice told him that something was wrong. Josh was so seldom 'himself' with Ron that it usually meant grave things when Josh was serious.

"I'm right here, Joshua. You know that. I'll come over there if you want me to. We've known each other since third grade, and you can talk to me about anything."

Ron was sort of amazed with himself as he said these things to his buddy. But he knew that Josh was in trouble, and Ron tried to help.

"Oh, God, thanks, Ron, dude." Josh was even quieter. Ron secretly hoped Josh wasn't going to start bawling over the phone. Ron had had enough tears for one week! But Josh just started talking, and Ron listened.

"Okay. Dude, I went to like, this party, okay? over at Monica Selman's, and there were some girls there I knew. And we were drinking some beers, maybe two or three. I didn't want to get drunk. So, anyway, I was talking to this one girl, about a lot of stuff, we were really, like you know, 'talking' talking, and she was fascinating to me, and we went out in the garage 'cause the music was too loud. So we talked and it was kinda cold and so was she, so I let her under my coat for warmth, and then we just got going, I guess… we were kissing and talking and I got popped bigtime and she wanted to feel me, so I said okay, because, it was like curiosity, not bad sex, you know Ron?"

"Yeah, dude, I know exactly. She sounds like a neat lady, Josh."

"She is, man, so like, then, we were talking about our fantasies and what our experiences were, and she let me kiss her, her… I got to kiss her tits, Ron, and she jacked me off and I shot my wad all on the side of Monica's Dad's Mercedes…" Josh snickered for a moment. "It felt so good, and I said 'Oh, thank you' when I was comin'. So I thought, cool, I got a little, but she started takin' off her clothes and me too, and then we were actually naked and I didn't care, so we hugged and kissed and stuff and she just wiggled around up under me and put all of me in her and I had to fuck, Ron, I couldn't stop, I fucked her up against the car and came my brains out inside her, Ron, dude, I was burnin to come, I was doin' it automatically. It was over with in a minute or two, and now I'm, Ron… I should be happy but I'm miserable, and I want to call her but I can't, but she said I could after we, when we were… done. She said she liked it and told me to call her, but I feel awful, Ron, I don't get it… It wasn't anything like in the videos at all, it smelled funny, and I couldn't do a bunch of positions, I came way too early, Ron…" Josh sighed again.

"Dude, like, no rubber?"

"I know man, she said she was on the pill, and that her last boyfriend had a test and was safe, and Ron, I wasn't, like, thinking about it right then, I just had to do it."

"I think you feel bad 'cause you didn't, like, get to love her first, you only just met her, and you guys did it. I bet you been dreamin' of this since we were twelve, and then it's nothing like you figured."

"Oh, man, Ronny, you're right…"

"And you're bugged 'cause you couldn't fuck her for twenty minutes straight until she was beggin' ya for it, like in the pornos."

"Yeah. I guess I had way too many expectations."

"Josh, are you, like guilty because you did it with someone you hardly know?"

"…Yeah…"

"Maybe it's best. You know, maybe it's better than with someone you have all these memories with, you know? Like, if you don't want to, you never have to see her again. But if it was, like, Marcella, she'd be in all your classes… and this girl asked you to call her, right?"

"Yeah. You think I should?"

"Was she interesting to talk to?"

"Yeah, man, Ron, I never knew a girl I could actually talk to like I can talk to you, like, I, I been thinkin' about that a lot."

"Josh-ster, it's ten-fifteen. Call her now, tell her what you told me. Tell her you feel bad, see if she is your friend or not. You've got nothing to lose… even yer cherry's gone."

"Ron, you know how we've been friends for ever? I never told you how much you've helped me, but I always meant to, 'cause you're one of the few people I know who listens to me. Lotsa kids at school say that about you, you know?"

"Huh? Josh… I don't understand."

"You, like, help people, Ron. They can come to you for help and you make them happier. Even people who don't like you in public, you'll help them if you can. You're really good at it Ron. I think you'd make a good psychologist or doctor or something. You really do help people when they feel bad. I gotta go call Sherry, I hope she ain't mad at me, Ron?"

"Yeah, Josh?"

"I can't thank you real well, Ron, I can't say how I feel, but this was so important to me, and now I don't feel bad. Ronnie, thanks, man."

"Cool, Joshua. Later days!"

"Later, dude." (clicclick, hmmmmmmmmm)

The boy sat in a fog on his bed. An entire world of possibilities was suddenly open before him. Josh had triggered the avalanche. Ronald Frank knew right then, without doubt, what he wanted to do with his life and his hands and his mind. Ronny was going to surprise the hell out of his family and become a doctor, probably a shrink, like Josh had suggested. It was all true, he'd been solving kids' private problems since he was eleven: might as well stick with what ya know, dude!

The phone rang again. He picked it up and said "Yup?"

"…Hi, it's me, can you talk?" It was Geoff, whispering. Ron melted.

"Sure, what's up?"

"Are you really happy or something?"

Ron stared at the phone in disbelief. "Um, yeah, dude, like…"

"I was gonna beat th' meat, and I was thinking of you, and all of a sudden I knew you were happy about something, so I called to see."

"Geoff, this is amazing! I, it's a long story, but I just now figured out what I want to do for a living! I mean like just this second!!"

"Are you gonna be a psychiatrist or a psychologist? 'Cause if you are, you'd be a really good one, Ronny."

"…Geoff, are you bugging my room, because if you are…"

"No, I can just do this sometimes, mostly with my family, like my Grandmother always knows when I'm sick, and I know when she's thinking about me, stuff like that. It runs in my family."

"Hey, dude?"

"Hey, dude!"

"I fuckin' just love you, Geoff, you know that?"

"I'm completely, one-hundred-percent love you, Ron, you've made my life so great, I'm like a totally new kid now…"

"Geoff, you still got a hard-on?"

"No, but I can get one really quick, why?"

"Think of us doin' it, Geoff… think of what it feels like for me to suck you off… to make you feel 'stupendous'…"

"… Um… yeah… oh, yeah, hard now, Ron. I gotta big boner!"

"Okay, Geoff, jack off and listen to me, okay?"

"… Yeah… I'm, I'm doin, it, n-ow… "

"Okay, Geoffster, imagine us, naked, together, in my room, there's no one home, just us, and we're frenchin' each other like crazy, and you're getting so horny, you need to get that good feeling, and then I kiss your neck, and then your chest, and then your stomach, and your dick-shaft, and then I take your balls, one at a time, in my warm, soft, wet mouth and I…" Ron was suddenly aware of Geoff's whispered pleasure. "… nnnuh! nnnnn! (gulp!) hhh! nnnnnn, nnn… awww-ahhhhhhhh…"

Ron stopped, listening to Geoff panting like he always did. He heard the rustle of the boy moving on his bed. Geoff sighed and giggled.

"I shot my sperms four times, Ron, it was excellent! That really felt good!"

"I'm glad you liked it, dude. It was for you 'cause I love you!"

"Oh, Ron, I'm a lot in love, it's so weird… would you, would you actually…"

"Would I actually what?"

"Would you really do that to my balls sometime? I'd go crazy if you did that!"

"Dude: next time we're alone, I'm gonna suck your nuts till you scream out loud. You can count on it."

"I almost yelled when my sperms were shooting out, Ron, it felt so awesomely gooood… I still got a boner mostly."

"Geoff, I gotta get to sleep, I'l talk to you tomorrow."

"You want me to tell you about us doin' it while you jack off?"

"Naw, I gotta think about what you felt I was happy about, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. (Eww! it's wet now!) I'm gonna call you in the morning so you can tell me a story when I'm jackin' my dick off before school."

"And I will kill you for that, I'm never awake then…"

"I know, I know. I can't wait to see you some more, Ronny, I love you, I love you, I love you so much."

"Me too, Geoff, you know how I feel about you, nothing will change that. I gotta go night-night now…"

"Yeah. I'll call you tomorrow, night-night."

Ron walked into his bathroom and disrobed in front of the mirror where he and Geoff had stood as he made the boy come. Ron wrapped his fist around just the head of his rock-hard cock and began to go slowly, hoping to get the timing right, but the thought of Josh's skinny hips thrusting away into a girl, and the fresh memory of his lovely Geoff making all those neat kid-having-cool-orgasm noises was way more than the tired boy could deal with and he suddenly was spurting and groaning as wonderful relief washed over him. He woke up the next morning in bed, and guess what he found on the mirror that morning?"

Chapter 12

Ron wiped the disgusting cold slime off his mirror in the morning, half grossed-out by it and half turned on by how it got there. He shaved the encroaching traces of manhood off his upper lip and got ready for school. He felt that today was going to be cool and smooth. Boy was he wrong!

Ron would often remember this day, when his life blew up and the pieces all fell back together better than before the explosion. School itself went unremarkably… he had completed more than seventy-five percent of his backwork, and the end was in sight. He saw Josh at lunch. They found a little privacy off to one side of the lunch quad.

"Ronny, I called Sherry after I hung up with you, and we talked until four-thirty this morning… and I'm not tired! You were right, dude, she was scared I was mad at her, and I was scared she was mad at me, and now we're goin' out Friday or Saturday, and Ron we have so much in common, I just can't stop thinkin' about her, and it's… it's… Ron…?" Josh looked up from his sandwich, his eyes intense and wet.

"I know, Josh. Ya love her, dude, and it's totally awesome."

"Ron… yeah." Josh took a huge breath. "Yeah. And I owe it to you!"

"Naw, I just helped you see some things, Josh. I know how you feel."

"Ronny, I'm never gonna forget you, ever. I mean it."

The bell rang. "It's cool you're happy Josh. That's what I like."

They saw each other in passing, and then when Mrs. Libowitz came to pick Josh up. Sam was in the car, in the back seat, and Ron said 'Hi!' to him too. Sam looked just like Josh did back when they were in junior high, and recently Ron had had more than one fantasy about the boy. But now Sam just reminded him of his Geoff, his cute Geoff, his for-real boyfriend Geoffrey. He hurried home in case Geoff called him.

There was, in fact a message on his machine. He pushed the 'PBK' key.

"Um, Ron? It's me, Geoffrey… are you there? I wanna talk to you… Ron are you there…? No?… Okay (sigh) call me back, no one's home till after six. Thanks…"

Something was wrong with Geoff again. Ron's guts tightened in fear as he quickly dialed his friend. The phone hardly rang. Geoff said "That you?"

"Yup, dude, you okay?"

"No…"

"Oh, Geoff… what's up, dude?"

"Um, Ron, you know how I told you Elliot Dunbar's in my school?"

"…Yeah."

"Well, today, they… some of his friends and him, they were… they got around me and some guys I know and they…"

"Geoff! Stop stuttering! Just tell me what they did!"

"(gulp) Sorry, Ron. They said bad stuff about you and like, they knew, Ron! They knew what we did… they asked if I screamed when you blowed me, and if my ass hurt after I went over there. and I don't even get that Ron… but they were laughin' and now my friends won't talk to me and every time we're in the halls in between classes the older kids call me 'Oscar Fag' and 'Gaylord'… and Ronny… Ron…"

"Geoff. don't cry… Don't you even cry. I'll take care of this."

"(snif, sniffff) Ron, I'm doomed there, and I'm only in seventh, what'm I gonna do? If my Mom finds out she'll kill me… someone at her work has a son your age who, like, admitted to it, and when my Mom found out about it she said if it were me she'd disown me and make me go live with my Grandparents… oh, God, Ronnneeee, what'm I gonna do…?"

His beloved Geoffrey broke down anyway, and Ron was suddenly, frighteningly, angry. He even thought of taking his hunting knife over to Elliot's… "Geoff, I'll call you back," he said through his teeth. He didn't wait for a response. No car was available, either, so he ran, hardly noticing it, until he turned a familiar corner. He stopped in front of Elliot's house. Faint strains of Metallica floated out from somewhere. Ron strode into the open garage and banged on the door. The music dropped a little in volume and then the door opened and there stood Elliot, in a t-shirt and shorts. A billow of marijuana smoke followed him out the door. The boy gave Ron a little smirk. "How's your little kid-buddy, huh dude? I heard you guys are…"

Ron had Elliot by the collar of his shirt and up against the wall of the garage before he could continue. "Fuck you, Dunbar!!" he snarled and then drove his fist deeply into the ninth-grader's stomach. It was absolutely the first time Ron had ever hit anyone since childhood. Elliot's eyes went wide and the breath whooshed out of him. Ron kept him pressed up off his feet with his left forearm under Elliot's chin as he drew back and slugged him again. "That's for hurting a nice kid who never did anything to you, motherfucker!" Again the fist slammed into the squawking boy, driven by years of pain and repression. Each time he hit him, Elliot gave made another "HWRRAAAAK!" noise. Ron let him slip gasping to the greasy garage floor. He considered kicking him around the place but Elliot gasped "Ron… dude… okay, I give… I give, swear to God…" and then threw up nastily into the spot of oil under him. Ron waited for him to quit gagging and then hauled the boy upright again.

"Dunbar, I'll never forget what you did to me, and I'll never forgive what you've done to Geoff. The next time anyone, I mean anybody says shit to Geoffrey, I'm comin' over here and fuck you up, I don't give a fuck how many dudes you get to protect you. You got that??"

"…yeah…"

"Elliot…"

"…yeah…"

"Look at me, motherfucker!"

"Yeah, yeah…"

"You need any more proof to tell you I'm fuckin' serious…??"

"No, Ron, no, please, I apologize, man, we were just fuckin' around."

"Dude, no more warnings. Geoff is more important to me than anything I know, and if you hurt him again I'm fuckin' killing you man, you fuckin' asshole, and I could give a shit what happens afterward… you got that?"

"Yeah. I swear, no more."

Ron released him and was gratified when Elliot collapsed and rolled onto his back in the grease and puke. "You got his phone number?"

"No, I swear it, Ron, please."

"Okay, here it is… you fucking call him and apologize or I'm comin' back over here tonight and finish this…" Ron gave him the number, and then turned and walked back home, feeling pretty good about himself.

Fifteen minutes later, Geoff called him, in shock.

"Ron, that dude, you know, Elliot? He, he just called me and like, apologized all over the place, he said it was a mistake and they meant some other kid, and like, would I forgive him and stuff…"

"Did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Forgive him?"

"Well, yeah, sure, I just lied and told him I wasn't gay and that was really mean and could get a kid into lots of trouble, and he said don't worry it won't happen again and hung up… Ron, what'd you do??????"

"Oh, I just went over there and negotiated a little."

Geoff laughed. Ron was totally addicted to his friend's laughter, Geoff had a bubbly infectious laugh. he laughed from his gut, and always fell against Ron when they were happy together. It was sweet and pure and it healed Ron to be laughing with his Geoff. "Ron, is he bleedin'?"

"Um, no, maybe internally…"

Geoff went into a paroxysm of merriment. "Oh! Dude! Ronny! I forgot!!" he said when he had calmed enough to speak. "My parents are going out of town to see my Dad's aunt who's sick in the hospital, and they're tryin' to find a sitter for me. I told 'em maybe I could spend the weekend with you guys… cool, huh?"

Ron's knees went soft under him, as the adrenaline surged once again. "Oh, dude… really? You really think you can?"

"I dunno, Ronny, our Moms gotta talk first."

"After dinner I'll ask my Mom to call yours… okay? I'd be totally stoked if you could come over here for a whole weekend!"

"Yeah, Ronny… you could do it, umm, to my balls, like we said."

Ron stopped, speechless. "…Um, Geoff, you… you like that idea?"

"I jacked off this morning and once in school and all I could think about was us in love and you doin' things to my wiener and my nuts."

"You did it in school Geoff??"

"Um, yeah I had to, this kid in P.E. was popped in his track shorts and he looked kinda like you, sorta, and I went crazy, dude, I had to shoot my sperms, or I woulda had a boner all day, so in English I went into the bathroom in a stall and did it. I did four squirts, it was intense! Then my boner went down and I felt better. I was thinkin' about us kissing, Ron, and me and you, and how we feel."

"What… what did you think about, I mean, about us."

"Ron, you gonna do it?"

"Maybe."

"I remembered you kissin' me for the first time, and how I was scared it was gross and then I got all dizzy and cool feelin' and my dick went hard as a rock and then the time you did that blowjob for me, and it was, like, a new level or something, 'cause I never knew anything could feel that good, and while you were doin' amazing things to my dick with your mouth I was thinkin' about you sayin' we love each other and I just kinda blew up down there and you were so gentle with me Ron…"

"… huh!, huh,huh… oh! G-Geoff… H'AH!!…" Ron's entire body jerked and throbbed with the intensity of his teenage orgasm. The brown-haired youth had laid back onto his bed as Geoff had begun, and the powerful jets of hot kidcream roped out on his belly, filling his navel and lubricating his speeding fist. It was quite a few seconds before the stunned boy could gather himself up enough to speak.

"Hey, dude?"

"Hey, dude."

"That was fuckin' bitchin', Geoffrey. I came like crazy, I can't believe how good you made me feel."

"Yeah, now I gotta do it, too… I'm like, mega-popped. Oh, Ronny! I wish you were here… ooops! My Mom's home, shit! I gotta go, I'll call later, Ron, bye…" (clickclickhummmm)

Chapter 13

Ron briefly considered beating off a second time, but it was getting close to dinner and he didn't want to press his luck. He had to have Geoff over for the weekend, or else, volunteer to go over there for the time… wouldn't that be hot? No parents, no school, all that time to be together with Geoffrey, so much in love, so cute…

"Ronny! Time for dinner, honeyy!" called Mom up the stairs.

"Yeah, Ronnyy honneeyyyy, dinner time!" taunted Darcie. She was really getting to be a pain in the ass since Geoff had been there. Had Ron been a little older he would have recognized immediately what her agenda really was. The middle finger of her right hand might as well have had "Geoffrey Oscar" tatooed on it. Ron wasn't the only kid in his house in love with a certain twelve-year-old.

Dinner went quick and uneventfully. Ron asked to talk to Dad after dinner, and they went into the study. Ron explained that Geoff might need a bunk for the weekend, and wouldn't it be a cool thing if we…

Ron was pleased when his parents consulted for a second and then found no problem with the idea. "Dad, could you… could you, like, call Mr. Frank? I could stay over there with him, too, maybe…" Ron tried not to drool when he said that, but Dad said "No, I think it would be better if you guys were over here… if something happened I'd be responsible anyway. you see that, Ronny?"

"Yeah Dad, that's a good idea." (As long as you stay out of my room no matter what, Dad…)

"What's the Oscar's number?"

Ron gave it to him and then held his breath. The two boys' fathers began to talk, while Ron perched nervously on the edge of the desk, tuned in completely to the flow of the conversation. It was as if Dad had forgotten what he had called about! They seemed to be talking more about each other, and some about Ron's Mom. C'mon, dude, ask them!! I need my Geoffrey!!! Ask! Ask! Then Dad put his hand over the receiver. "Ron, you still need something?"

Ron looked at his father as if he was braindead. "Um, well, yeah, Dad, can Geoff come over here Friday and stay here with us?"

"Oh…" His Dad had forgotten! Weird! Then as the question was raised between the two adults, Ron simply held his breath. It took thirty-two seconds. "Ok, fine, Greg. no, no problem at all… of course not. no, we'll get him to school Monday and you can pick him up Monday evening or Ronny'll take him home… fine. just a minute… "

"Okay, son, Geoff's staying here until Monday evening. you go get your room ready, I want to talk to Geoff's father some more…now scoot!"

Ron was absolutely the happiest sixteen-year-old boy on the planet. It was all he could do to contain himself and appear casual to the family as he walked out to go upstairs. He passed Darcie in the living room in front of the TV. He leaned over her. "Your husband is coming over here Friday and not leaving till Monday… maybe you guys can go to Vegas and get married there…" Darcie went a strange shade of pink-gray and snapped "No way, Ronny. that's not true!"

"Sure is, his folks are leavin' for the weekend, and we're keepin' him here. Just thought you'd like to know…" Ron trailed off as he climbed the stairs. Darcie folded her arms over her chest and pouted at the television.

Ron went upstairs and sat on his bed, overcome. He looked up at his ceiling. "Oh, Jesus, God, thank you! Thank you so much!" he whispered. Big clear tears gathered in his gentle brown eyes and he wiped them away on the back of his hand. "Too cool!" he said to himself. "I can't wait to tell my Geoffster."

But that took, strangely, another forty minutes. In the meantime, Josh called him again, to tell him more stuff about Sherry, his new love, and what they had talked about and how wonderful she was, and what she liked, and where they were going to go Saturday night, and on and on and… Ron realized that Love couldn't change everything about Josh overnight. Then Josh had to call Sherry again and just as he hung the phone up it rang again. Was it Geoff? No! It was… Elliot!!

"Hey, Ron, can I talk to you?"

"Sure, I guess." Ron was too surprised to think.

"I ain't no good at this, man, but I fucked up and I'm sorry. You had a right to do what you did, but I feel bad 'cause I made you do it. After you left I called that kid and you're right, he's a really nice dude. It made me think about us, back then… (sigh) you know, man."

"I know, Elly." Ron unconsciously used their 'pet' name.

"I just want you to know I'm sorry, Ron. I don't know why I was pickin' on him. It won't happen again, I swear it. Friends, man…?"

Ron could hear the quaver in the boy's coarse voice. Now was his chance to hurt back, now Elliot was as vulnerable as he had been, now he could thrash him…

"Yeah, of course, Elliot, no hard feelins'. Friends, dude."

"Puh!" exclaimed Elliot over the phone. He was apparently struggling to keep from getting emotional. "Uh, c-cool, I, (squeak!) … thanks, Ron, I gotta go now, Ron, Ron, I … bye."

Ronny put down the phone. He was getting dizzy. Shit was coming at him like ninjas in a bad karate movie. Even if it was good stuff, he needed some time to sort it out… the phone rang again… better be Geoff, dammit!

"Ronny! Ronny! Guess what, duuuuude!!!"

"Hey, dude, you met the girl of your dreams and she's having your baby and you named it 'Ron'?

Geoff stopped dead, completely confused. "…Huh, Ron? I ain't got no girlfriend, dude… I mean, you and me… I … Ohhhh… Ronnn! Eat shit, dude…" Geoff had finally realized Ron was joking. "No, wait, Ron, wait till you hear this, duuude, it's Way Cool Excellent, Ron…"

"Let me guess, Geoffster… you're stayin' over here this weekend?"

"That's only part of it, Ron… you can't believe what happened, your Dad and mine had this long talk, and I couldn't hear all of it, but my Dad was crying, Ron! While he was talkin' to your Dad, and then he called me down to talk, and I was scared, but my Mom and Dad were, like sitting together on the couch hugging and crying and I went over there and they were huggin' me and I was cryin', too, Ronny and the said they apologized for bein' mean to me, and my Mom said she was goin' to a doctor to try and figure out why she hit me all the time and my Dad was sayin' how your Dad made him realize that they could change stuff and then we were all bawlin', dude! I cried and cried 'cause I was happy and I love them, Ron! And all I was thinkin' was that I love you, too, and then… then they said I could stay there with you guys!!! I was gonna faint I was so happy Ron, I just ran around and yelled in my house and its cool, Ron, it's cool… I see how come you can help kids like you do, you musta got it from your Dad…" Geoff finally came up for air.

Ron's head was quite literally swimming now. He couldn't deal with the pressure anymore. All of this was so vitally important to him, things happening so fast, too fast! "Dude, Geoff, I hope…"

"Ron, I love you!" the boy whispered.

"We're gonna be friends forever, Geoffrey."

"I want that so bad, Ronny. My Mom ain't gonna hit me any more! Ron, now you can see my room… Ron…"

"Geoff, can you call me later? I gotta think about some heavy shit, dude."

"Is everything okay, Ron?"

"Yeah, dude, just stuff's happenin' faster than I can deal with it, you know?"

"I know I love you, Ronny, I'll call you later, okay? Bye."

The poor boy flopped back on his bed, totally flummoxed. He flung his arms up over his eyes and tried to calm down. It was all so wonderful, all at once… he was kinda scared, in a way… what if shit all goes wrong again?? What if my folks find out I'm gay and then Geoff can't stay here… what am I gonna do if Elliot goes crazy or something… What am I… Ron grabbed his pillow and bunched it over his head and yelled "SSSHHHIIIIITTTTT!!!!!" at the top of his lungs, threw it across his room, and then laughed at himself.

He was too happy to beat off, too confused to know what to do, to tired to run and scream like he wanted to do. Ronald Frank found himself standing on the plateau of his new life, having abruptly left his old one two weeks, just two weeks! past. It seemed like two years to Ron. He turned out his light and lay in the safe warm darkness of his room, just letting his thoughts flood all over the place. Nature's checks and balances came into effect, and he was asleep before he realized it.

Chapter 14

Ron slept through the night and woke up the next morning in the wreck of his clothes. Although not a 'morning' person, he nevertheless got up and got in the shower smiling, and went downstairs almost feeling like a human for a change, looking forward to the weekend.

Finally! it was Friday. Then, Friday afternoon, and soon, though it had seemed like forever to the sixteen-year-old, there was a knock on the door, and the Oscar family were there. Geoff almost ran inside, and for a moment Ron thought the boy was going to jump into his arms or something. Geoff's parents stood in the hallway, talking briefly with Ron's Dad, trading phone numbers and other adult importances. Geoff's Dad shook Ron's father's hand as they said goodbye. It took a long time, and the two men sort of stared at each other for a while. Greg held their grip with his other hand, and so did Ron's Father… just when Ron thought sure they were going to hug each other, Greg said. "Okay, Chuck, we gotta go catch a plane… maybe when we get back…?"

"Any evening, Greg, you and Carla come over and we'll go have dinner. I think I know a good sitter for your son…"

Ron smiled and waved absurdly. Geoff giggled. Darcie made a face. The Oscars left, and Geoff and Ron went upstairs to wait for dinner to be ready. As soon as the door closed, Geoff snuggled up into Ron and gave him his best bear-hug. The younger boy buried his happy face in Ron's shirt and said "Love you, Ronny, love you!" as Ron massaged his back and ran his hands down the long dark blonde hair. "Oh, Geoff, oh, God, Geoffrey… this can't be happening!"

"It, is dude, I'm so happy, I feel like laughin' and cryin' at the same time. my Mom is acting all different, and I feel better, and all kinds of stuff like that… it's so totally awesome cool."

"Yeah. kiss me, dude, I'm needin' it real bad." The boy bent down a little and Geoff offered him his cute face. They kissed until Geoff was panting and humping Ron's thigh. "Don't come yet, dude… save it for later when we're alone…"

"I'm tryin', Ronny," said Geoff breathlessly, "but I didn't beat it this morning and now my balls feel all weird."

"That's cool, dude, I'll take care of ya… let's go see what's keeping dinner…"

"But, Ron… I… I've got a major problem…"

"Hey dude, if Elliot could control himself, you can too."

"I hate that bastard… I can do better…"

Ron had shamelessly taunted Geoff and it worked! The boys went down stairs. His Father greeted them.

"Ron, Darcie is staying with her little friend tonight, and your Mom and I are going to a movie. you boys want to go somewhere? You want to go with us, maybe?"

"Um… gee, thanks, Dad. but maybe me and Geoff can go to the Mall for a while. they got movies there, too, and we can get something to eat."

"Yeah, I'm starvin'…" added Geoffrey.

Ron's father laughed. "Okay, you two, here's the car keys, and stay out of as much trouble as you can. We'll be home around midnight or so, and I want you boys here when we get back. You don't have to go to bed any certain time, but I think you ought to be in the house before then. Sound like a plan?"

"Works for me, Dad!" said Ron happily.

His folks got a few things together and then they were out the door and driving away. The two kids waited for a moment and then Ron asked Geoff what he wanted to do.

"Ronny… can we, I mean, I know we got all night, but."

"Huh, Geoff? Don't you wanna go to the Mall?"

"Yeah, sure I do, Ronny, but I'm, like, I kinda…"

Ron moved over close to his boyfriend and put his hands on the kid's skinny shoulders. "Whatever you want, we'll do it, Geoff. I love you."

"I want you to do my balls, just a little, please, Ron? I gotta!"

Ron nearly fainted. "Down here or up in my room?"

"Your room, Ron, is that okay?"

"Let's go, dude…"

They were hardly behind Ron's closed door when Geoff ripped his shoes off and jumped out of his pants and underwear. The half-naked boy pulled Ron to him and they kissed again. Ron found Geoff's steel-hard boyhood and began to stroke and caress. Geoff unzipped him and slipped his wonderful hand into Ron's crotch, gently squeezing his tingling boner and warm, soft balls. Ron laid Geoff back while they were still frenching and then whispered in the twelve-year-old's ear "Lay back and spread your legs out a little… "

Geoff did as he was told, and then the boy felt the incredible sensations begin to flood through him as Ron kissed his neck, his collarbone, pulled up his t-shirt and kissed each hard little nipple (causing Geoff to moan and grab Ron's hair), and then down the boy's ribcage, his soft belly, his pale hipbones… Geoff was more aroused than he had ever imagined. His favorite sexual fantasy was about to come true! The boy stared blankly at the ceiling, holding Ron's warmth to him as he felt his love's wet mouth discover the impossibly delicate skin of his full young balls. The kid went "Yrrrgghh!" as he circled Ron with his legs, to try and keep the teenager from ever moving away. Geoff gasped and whined as Ron carefully inhaled the twitching boy's left nut, as he wrapped gentle fingers around the throbbing penis. Geoff was, for the first time in his life, utterly focussed on making love. He would forever after remember this night… the experience that taught him the difference between just sex and shared love. But right now the boy was overwhelmed with the unbelievable things that his lover was doing for him. Geoff was breathing in short gasps, his body shaking and undulating on the bed beneath Ron's loving oral ministrations. Now both his balls were in that warm, wet place. and he could feel Ron's breath on his crotch, along his inner thighs… and his dick! Ron was stroking his dick AND doing totally awesome things to his balls…

Ron was sprawled out over Geoff's heaving, twitching body, on his knees on his rug beside the bed. As he made love to his boyfriend, his own hard underwear-tenting boner bulged out through his open fly against the mattress and soon Ron felt his own climax approaching. He tried to change positions but the frenzied kid beneath him locked his legs even tighter and hissed "nnnnooo, nnnoooo!" through his clenched teeth. Oh well! thought Ron as the orgasm rose and then he pressed his hips into the edge of the mattress and shook slightly as his teendick delivered warm joy and deep pleasure. It was only the fourth time in his life that the boy had come in his shorts. He was getting to like it, kinda… Ron held moaning Geoff's nuts in his mouth and gently swished his tongue back and forth, causing Geoffrey to arch off the bed in ultimate ecstasy.

"NOW!" bellowed Geoff suddenly. "RON, N-NOW!!"

Ron got the boner in his mouth and Geoff went insane, as he had predicted. The boy thrashed crazily under Ron and then yanked the poor kid's head down to his crotch and positively exploded into Ron's throat. Geoff tried to squeal but every muscle and cell in his body was involved in his enormous coming. Geoff's rigid boyshaft continued to pulse and throb in Ron's hot mouth long after the jets of sperm had ceased, and it was the better part of a minute before Geoff would let Ron up enough to take a breath. He still had Ron in a scissor-lock grip with his legs.

Geoff s-l-o-w-l-y relaxed, and Ron crawled up next to him and cuddled. Geoff's eyes were clamped shut, his hair messed up, and his mouth was open and panting like a dog on a summer day. Ron got the boy's shoulders under his arm and rolled the inert kid to him slightly. "I love you, Geoffster!" He said, brushing the boy's temple with his moist lips.

Geoff took a huge breath, held it in a moment, and let it go. He opened his hazel eyes to slits and got Ron's hand in his.

"Can I rest a little, Ronny?" he asked, sounding like a ten-year-old.

"No problem, dude… you need it!" But Geoff was already breathing slower, and was soon sound asleep in Ron's arms. Ron was more in love with this beautiful person than he ever figured he would be. But if they were going to catch a movie, he'd better change his sticky wet clothes! He slid his arm out from underneath his sleeping boyfriend and got up to change. He looked back on the still boy, and realized again just how deeply he felt about him. Geoff was lying naked and soft, a slight smile on his lips. Ron was fine. Ron was healed. Elliot was no more… Geoff! Geoffrey! Oh, God! You listened! Thank You!.

Geoff rolled over and coughed as Ron finished buckling his belt. He got down beside him and whispered "I love you, Geoff!" in the boy's ear. Geoff turned back to him and stretched, massaging his limp boyhood with one small hand and cupping Ron's cheek with the other.

"Dude, I think I'm still having the feelings… I'm still coming a little."

"I don't doubt it, Geoffrey… you tried to drown me, dude!"

"I can't believe we did that, Ron… it was awesome, I almost had a heart attack from you making me go crazy like that, it was fuckin' intense, Ronny… dude, I can't describe it…"

"I know, Geoff… it's 'cause we love each other… that's what the difference is."

"C'mere and I'll give you a nice blowjob, Ronny, I bet you're needin' it, huh?"

"Dude, I came before you did… I was up against the bed and you had me trapped, and I couldn't help it, I just had to shoot it. I got cleaned up while you were sleeping. But tonight, when we get back, dude: let's get nasty… cool?"

"Way cool, Ronny! I wanna go see a movie with you, can we?"

"Sure, I'll help you get dressed…"

The boys got themselves presentable and set out for their date.

Darcie was surprised that evening, when her friend Brenda invited Sammy Libowitz over, but after some initially tentative fooling around, she found out several important bits of information about early adolescent sexuality, though they all remained virgins that time. She began forgetting about Geoff and started moaning "Sammy!" as she came, and late that summer, when they were both twelve, they managed to give 'it' a try, and then continued the activity sporadically until they graduated high school. Sam's big brother Josh, after dinner and a movie with his wonderful Sherry, found himself alone in her house, and she tore into him like a tigress… his first orgasm was on the floor in the front room as she held him down astride his up-thrusting hips, the second (and her fourth) in the shower, the third (her sixth) in her bed, this the one that Josh thought best since it felt so intense it made him moan continuously, and then hours later when they woke up Josh mounted her tenderly, and with her wise and patient instruction, fucked her for twenty minutes straight until they both melted into each other in teenage sexual bliss. Elliot Dunbar, stoned and drunk as usual on a Friday night, stood out in his backyard clad only in a post-coital Black Sabbath t-shirt, looking up at the stars and wondering if he maybe should be more like Ron, maybe Ron would let him be friends, maybe he could talk a little about how much it hurt to be Elliot sometimes… "Aw, fuck it!" he said, flicking his cigarette into the pool, where it valiantly stayed afloat for a moment until the cold dark water claimed it and it hissed out. Elliott ducked back into the doorway to find more beer and pussy. He closed the door behind him.

Ron and Geoff were back before midnight, as promised, and Ron's parents still were not there. He wanted to get off with Geoff, but they were both exhausted. in fact Geoff had fallen asleep on Ron's shoulder in the movie. They got undressed and got in bed, the sleeping bag at the ready in case anyone asked. Ron knew that tomorrow they could fool around, and he knew that's what his Geoffrey was thinking, too. Ron saw Geoff's glowing eyes in the dim room, and Geoff held out his arms to him. Ron folded the boy, warm and soft, into his embrace, and they kissed lightly, carefully, gently. Geoff pulled back slightly.

"… Ron…Ohhh, Ron!…"

"…Geoff…"

(and so it goes…)

Book 2: Whoa, Dude!

for: Hakim Bey (O Ghod, man… now I understand…!)

Chapter 1

Ron sat on the couch in his front room, early in the evening on Saturday, with Geoff draped over his lap. He was staring, for the thousandth time, it seemed, into the clear and infinitely deep eyes of the boy who loved him. The sixteen-year-old also touched Geoff's hand with his, just their fingertips together, so lightly, so delicately, feeling the faint pulse in the younger kid's warm fingers. Geoff closed his eyes for a moment and snuggled closer. "Love you." he said.

Geoff was now thirteen, and they had been together for more than six months… six months of exploration, learning, sharing; Ron was maturing and so was his Geoffster. They had settled into a rhythm of sorts, and with Ron's sister Darcie involved more and more with her friends (and Sammy of course!) the two boys had found much more time together alone than they had first had.

"Love you Geoff, oh, God…" whispered Ron as he bent over and kissed and nibbled the boy's cool ear.

"Ron, remember at my Bar Mitzvah?"

"Yeah… that was cool!"

"I was popped for you a *lot*, good thing they have a podium I could hide behind. You looked really good in your suit."

"I thought you looked about twenty-five, dude. and I saw the bone, like, when you were walkin' back down the aisle afterward. remember you turned and smiled at me? but I don't think anyone else noticed it."

"Yeah. my suit pants are kind loose and I had it pointed up in my underwear so in case I spewed my sperms suddenly it wouldn't be embarrasing…"

Ron cracked up. Geoff had a wierdly bizarre sense of humor and it always shocked him when his boyfriend said such off-the-wall shit. "I got hard 'cause you did, but I got all guilty 'cause we were in your Temple and all, and my bone was curved down by my leg and it hurt. Then you got blitzed at the reception…"

"Blitzed?!?! Who got blitzed?!? I had *two* beers, Ronny, you had like six."

"Four."

"Six. I counted."

"Two were for your cousin Louis."

"Bullshit, you were drunk.

"So were you."

"Maybe. But not 'blitzed'. I'm only thirteen, Ronny…"

"I know, and you're so fuckin' cute…" Geoff looked suddenly shy and embarrassed, but he still smiled tenderly.

"You think Louis was cute?"

"Mmmm… kinda, yeah. Why? You jealous?"

"Of Louie? No way, Jose! He wanted to go in the downstairs bathroom and beat off with me and Scott Memelstien."

"Did you?"

"Nope. Saved it for you… remember?"

"Oh yeah. right. You went crazy up in your room. I was worried 'cause your parents were right down stairs and you were moaning and stuff and I couldn't make ya shut up."

"It was your fault. You drove me crazy, I had to come real bad, and you made me have a noisy one. I *liked* it, though…"

"It was the second time we did it in your room."

"Yeah, and the first time *you* came up there… I thought you were gonna shoot it out the window, dude, you humped clean up off my bed and dug your fingernails into my shoulders."

"You always make me feel that way, Geoffster, I love you so much, I hope you know that."

Geoff sighed and smiled tenderly. "Oh, Ron, this is the best part of my life, and I hope it never ends. My Mom and Dad haven't had a big fight in months, since she started goin' to the therapist, and I'm doin' better in school, and I got this really neat friend who's like, older'n me, and he protects me, and watches out for me, and you know what?"

"No, what?"

Geoff lowered his voice to a whisper. "Sometimes he gives me a blowjob on my nuts and I go totally insane!"

"Really? When was like, the last time he did this for ya?"

"What time is it?"

Ron consulted his new watch (a reverse Bar Mitzvah present from guess who). "Um… it's six-fifteen."

" About an hour ago, if I can remember right, sometimes I lose conciousness, it feels so fuckin' awsome… duuude!"

Ron let his hand drift down to the boy's dark pants, and he ran his thumb lightly up under Geoff's hardening rod. "Kinda like this?"

"Sorta, but wetter. And more intense."

"But, you like this…?"

Geoff pulled Ron's face to his and traded tongue with him. "You spoil me shitless, Ronny Frank."

Ron got Geoff's pants open and worked the boy's dick out through the fly of his boxers. It was warm and soft and hard all at once, warm fine silk skin, Geoff's skin, lovely Geoff! Ron held the thirteen-year-old between his thumb and the side of the knuckle of his first finger, slowly jacking the boy off as they hugged and cuddled. Geoff was quiet for some time, eyes closed, breathing deeply, involving himself fully in Ron's loving gift. Geoff had experienced one of those radical young-teen super orgasms not a hour earlier, so he was in no hurry. Ron kept the same rhythm, never varying, feeling Geoff get aroused, then relaxed, aroused, relaxed… closer, farther, closer… Ron noticed the tension growing in Geoff's legs and hands. He added a couple more fingers. Geoff sighed and purred. "Yer gettin' me off, Ronny, feels so goooood…"

"It's 'cause I *love* ya, dude! I love you, I love you, I…"

Geoff drew a sudden breath through his (new, 'invisible') braces. "Oh, God, Ron I love you too… nnn-UH!" the kid grunted and warm thick sperm gushed from his rigid boybone and cascaded down the back of Ron's hand. Geoff wriggled and panted for a few moments and then laid back, completely drained, in Ron's arms.

"Oh, Jesus, I came… again! I can't believe it, Ronny, felt so good, dude, I'm all zonked out now…"

Ron cradled Geoff in his strong arms, running his fingers through the boy's fine dark blonde hair, feeling the gratitude he always felt when he thought about how wonderful it was to be in love and be loved back, loved by his impossibly cute Geoffrey, his boyfriend, his *best* friend in all the world…

"Hey, dude, no fair… " he whispered with a smile.

"Huh? What ain't fair?" asked Geoff, turning to peer up at him.

"You didn't try to rip my pants down and do wierd stuff to my poor, hard, neglected dick!"

Geoff shook his head and cackled. "Ron, you asshole! All ya gotta do is ask a guy… I can only read your mind *some* of the time…"

"So… I'm, like, askin', dude…"

"Cool Ronny. move over some… yeah! God, you *did* get hard… poor baby! Geoffrey'll take care of him… here… there you go… nice hard boner…" Geoff kept on talking to Ron's cock while he wriggled around beside him on the couch, and then settled down to getting Ron off like he knew so well how to do…

"Fuuuuck, duuuude… oh, yeahhhh…" Ron felt himself starting to roll into his second come of the afternoon. He and Geoff had traded long, slow, blowjobs earlier, but after masturbating the thirteen year old, Ron was a little more 'in the mood' than he had been. The boy closed his brown eyes and slumped back into the couch as Geoff's wrist began to travel the shaft of Ron's increasingly rigid teendick.

"Oh, yeah, Geoffster, just like that, just don't stop dude, 'm gonna come again…"

"Love you Ronny…" Geoff murmured into Ron's shirt.

"……hhhhaahh, hhhAAAHHH, AH, YESSSssssss……" The boy bucked and jacknifed, trembling slightly as the delicious pleasure flooded his body and hot come welled up from his tight nuts to run down Geoff's knuckles and make Ron's shaft slippery and wet. It felt really, really good to Ron, and he lay for some time, just enjoying the gift his beloved Geoffrey had given him.

"You wanna go see a movie at th' mall?" Geoff spoke after some few minutes had passed.

"Now?"

"No, later, like at nine or something."

"Yeah, sure. that'd be cool, Geoff."

"Okay, I'm goin' home and change and stuff. you come get me about eight-thirty and we'll go!"

"Cool, I'm there. ya want me to take you home?"

"No, I got my bike here from yesterday… remember?"

"Oh… yeah. Forgot. Hey, dude?"

"Yo, dude?" asked Geoff, copying Ron's tone of voice.

"Kiss me 'fore ya go?"

"Oh, Ron…! No, I ain't kissin' ya."

"But… why not…?" Ron faked an exagerated pout.

"You might have a bad case of barfitis throwupticus, and I don't want that…"

Ron lost it. The poor boy doubled over in hysterical laughter as, once again, Geoffrey's insane sense of humor surfaced. Geoff had managed to crack himself up as well, and rolled off the couch onto the living room rug. After quite a while, he crawled back up to Ron, like he was scrambling up over the edge of some cliff. Ron grabbed the still-snickering boy and they fell together in a deep and tender kiss, hugging and cuddling and purring to each other. "I gotta go, I'll see ya at eight…" said Geoff finally.

"Eight-thirty, dude, remember.?"

"D'oh! You're right… I think having too many orgasms destroys your brain cells or something…"

"Geoff, dude: if that was the case neither one of us would have any left at all!!"

Chapter 2

Darcela Marie Frank and Samuel Maurice Libowitz lay together in Sammy's big bed, in his bedroom, as the evening darkened to night outside. A half-mile away, Darcie's older brother Ron was just then delivering his gift of love into Geoff Oscar's flying fist.

The two twelve-year-olds had been together since the night before, when Darcie had pulled the old bait-and-switch trick on mom, telling her that she was sleeping over at a friend's house, but getting the friend's name just a little wrong. Sammy was closer to thirteen than not, and they had spent an adventureous night cuddling and petting, exploring some intense oral fun, and in general falling more and more in first-time love with each other. They had been panic-stricken briefly when Josh showed up unexpectedly at eleven-thirty, his Sherry with him, hoping for some privacy. Darcie had dashed into Sammy's bathroom, and Sam had faked sleeping as his brother had looked in on him. Josh had other things on his mind than Sammy, though, and he and Sherry retired to the older youth's bedroom to give each other joy and delight. Darcie crept back into the warm bed with Sammy, and as they petted and kissed and giggled, they heard the two in the other room get rather loudly into a steamy teenfuck session.

The younger kids tried to imagine just what Josh and Sherry were doing at any given moment. Both of them knew enough about sex to know how it was done, and they managed to turn themselves on and then give each other two or three nice orgasms before falling asleep, sweetly, in each other's arms, while the older ones growled and thumped and moaned in the other room. Josh and Sherry slept for a while, then awoke at dawn and went at it again. Josh found that the more he had sex, the more he wanted it, and Sherry was proving insatiable… she loved whatever he wanted to try, and loved showing the lanky seventeen-year-old things she picked up from her other friends, videos, and her soaring imagination.

Sammy and Darcie had tired each other out in a long and satisfying sixty-nine session, but even though they both had agreed to go "all the way", there *were* limits. Now, after spending the day shopping at the mall, snacking, and seeing a movie or two, they lay close to each other, kissing and rubbing and getting up the nerve to abandon Virginity.

Darcie had her panties on, while Sammy wore just a sleeveless cotton t-shirt. The boy was holding her training-bra sized breasts in his warm mouth, one at a time, while he flicked his wet tongue back and forth over the young girl's aroused nipples. Darcie grasped his stiff boyhood and tried to imagine what it would be like to have it deep in her belly. She decided to find out.

"Put some Vaseline on and let's do it, Sam." she said.

"Huh? Do… what… oh! Darcie really??? You wanna?"

She giggled. "Sure. What not? Your brother shouldn't have all the fun."

Sam leapt from his bed and dashed into the bathroom, eager dick bobbing and weaving over his wrinkled balls, curving slightly up from his wispy dark delta of on-rushing puberty. He grabbed the jar and ran back to Darcie, kneeling on the bed beside her. She got some and applied it to his rigid boyhood. Sammy thought he was going to faint. Then he tenderly slipped her panties down, stopped for a moment to bury his nose once again in the fragrant folds of her rosy cunt, and stretched himself out over her. He felt her hand find him and he lifted his hips, trying at the same time to keep his weight off of her. He felt his dick nestle into her soft bush. They looked at each other.

"You sure? We don't gotta do this…"

"I'm sure, Sammy. I love you. I want you to. Just go slow till I tell you, okay?"

Sammy bent down and slid his tongue deep into her mouth. She ran her hands along his wiry thighs, his boner still tickling her vaginal lips. "Darcie, I… God, thank you Darcela… I…"

She slid the boy down into the folds of her warm box, and the twelve-year-old above her shook and began to lower himself, trembling with the effort and the excitement.

"Oops, rubber!" she said quietly.

Sammy froze, then asked "Really?"

"You know you make lots of sperms, Sammy…"

"Yeah, sorry. Wait a sec… I got 'em in my drawer." The boy got the condoms, and clambered back in to bed with Darcie. She opened the pack and, after wiping the boy's hard rod clean of the lube, unrolled it onto him as he giggled and twisted with the erotic tingles. She carressed his soft balls for a moment and pulled him back down, holding his boner to get it slippery again. He felt her guide him to her entrance.

"Go slow, Sam, okay?" she whispered.

"I will."

She felt him shift, felt the head of his penis slip between her lips, felt it go deeper as warm washes of tingly goodness flooded from her moistening cunny and over her legs and stomach. Sam went in her until he found a tight resistance, about halfway up the shaft of his boybone. His hips demanded that he thrust forward, breaking the barrier, burying his rod up to his hairs, then fuck! fuck! fuck! fuck wildly and come, like you can't imagine coming, fuck her, Sammy… but his heart held him quietly above his girlfriend, she feeling the tremors running through his legs, then a twinge down there, a sharp feeling amid the pleasure… she pulled his butt down an inch… the pain grew sharper. Sammy panted and held her in his arms, looking from her face to down along thier bodies where his latex-sheathed boner rose from her mound. She arched her legs out on the bed. "More, Sam." The boy pushed down against whatever was holding him back. "…oww, God…" she whined.

"Darcie, wanna stop? Does it hurt?" asked the boy, full of concern.

"It hurts a little, but I wanna do this, just go slow… darling."

In the middle of his first fuck, Sammy heard her call him 'darling' and he almost cried. "Love you…" he whispered.

"Me… too!!" Darcie pulled him down suddenly into her, breaking her hymen and nearly knocking the wind out of stunned Sam.

"Owwww! Ow, oww… don't move, ow, Sam, don't move… wait…"

"You okay? Darcie, you okay?"

"Yeah." she whispered, tears in her eyes. "It kinda stings. Don't move yet."

Sammy was not prepared at all for what was happening to him. He was having the most delicious pleasure of his young life, he was dick deep in a beautiful girl, a girl he loved, and who loved him, but he had hurt her, and he was scared, but he needed to do it, to pump, to fuck, to come, to fill that rubber with his spurting boy-come…

"Pull out a little." she said under him. Sammy lifted his hips an inch or two and was rewarded with a blast of pleasure that caused him to groan and push back involuntarily. Darcie felt the tingles returning, the pain receding quickly, and overall she was fundamentally aware of being full, full of hard boy, Sammy's muscles above her, his balls on her cunt, his gently throbbing dick so deep, so deep… "Do it a little, Sammeee…" she arched under him and the boy began to fuck, slowly but firmly, keeping his wondering shaft in her, their chests pressed together, his face beside her neck.

"God, Jesus Christ, God, Darcie, this feels good, so warm and good, so warm…"

"I like it too, Sammy, honey, it feels nice, you feel nice…"

Sam hunched up over her and began to move his pelvis in short, urgent strokes. Darcie made a low noise in the back of her throat and raised her knees above his waist, lifting her butt to his thrusting hips. She could feel his kidshaft as it slid smoothly in, then back out some, then in, while Sammy rose to his elbows and tried to french her. She placed the warm soles of her small feet on his thighs, and Sammy began to shaft into her strongly, his belly slapping faintly against hers, both of them panting and whining. She clasped his strong biceps and felt the rumblings of something spectacular starting deep within her, feeling Sam's fucking get more urgent and powerful above her, as the boy knew in some dim part of his pleasure-intoxicated mind, that he would be coming very soon, and nothing would stop it…

Sammy reared up over Darcie, his mouth open, his lips drawn back, his eyes shut to just slits, panting raggedly while his pale butt drove his four-and-a-half inch [11½ cm] boypole deeply into his darling girl. Her cunt spasmed on him, and he felt the hot velvet ripple around the flared head of his rod. "Un-guh!" he gulped, pausing deep inside her for the briefest second before resuming his athletic efforts.

But Sammy was, after all, only twelve, and he had lasted longer than most boys' first times. He fucked faster and faster and then he howled "…commmming.!" Darcie's orgasm spread out from the shaft of Sammy's pistoning dick, and she arced up against him. It wasn't as powerful as the one he had given her when his tongue had found her clit last night, but she loved being full of her Sammy. The boy made a very strange noise, a kind of high-tenor croak. He was coming. She rode the pre-teen's quivering, sweating, taut body, slung beneath him, as Sammy's eyes flew open and he thrust forward savagely, deeply, into her gooey box and pinned her to his bed, flailing his knees frantically around, as if he was trying to crawl forward and push her whole body with his very, very hard little boner.

"AH!!! AH!!! AHH!!! GGHK!! OH!OH! nnnnAH! nnnAH! nnnnAH, DARCIE, OOOHHHHHHhhhhhh!!!" squealed the young boy as his entire soul fountained out of the head of his dick and pooled in the end of his first rubber. He writhed crazily above her for almost ten seconds, making continual small staccato 'uh!uh!' noises in the back of his throat as the first major orgasm of his life took him over completely.

Darcie, deeply penetrated, came wonderfully, like a shower of warm sparks, feeling Sammy's thundering climax in his knotted muscles and madly throbbing cock. She held her breath and came again as he was relaxing on her, his legs still, his racing young heart slowing, the enormous pleasure ebbing away. Darcie wriggled and cooed up to Sammy. They rolled over, side-by-side, both of them trying to breathe normally, both aware of the magic they had just shared. He touched her lips with his, still locked to her, still hard inside her. She held his butt to her, to let him know she liked him deep in there like that. They opened their eyes. Sammy said "Darcie… cool! Thank you, Darcie, thank…ssput!!…" and then he was crying piteously in her arms, whining "Daaaarcieee, oh God, Daaaaarrrciieee…" She brushed his curly hair out of his face and kissed away the boyish tears. She thought for a millisecond of what it would have been like if Geoff Oscar had done this with her, and a thrill of good feeling went through her legs. Sammy was softening, finally! and he rolled on his back, still snivelling, while she curled up in his arms. The full rubber dangled loosely on his now flaccid boyhood, and she stripped it off of him. "I love you, Sam."

"I love you Darcie. You ain't… you ain't mad or nothin'?"

"Mad! I'm not mad, that was the coolest thing I ever had, Sam Libowitz, and I love you, and we're gonna do it again. And again. So I'm not mad. There."

"Oh Darce, it felt so good being in you, I hope I didn't come too fast, but I couldn't help it…"

"I came too, Sammy, and girls are *never* s'posed to come the first time. You were sweet and kind and you're my boyfriend forever."

"Maybe we can get married sometime…" said the awed boy.

"Then you could take the rubber off and we could have kids…"

"That would be so cool… c'mere, I wanna kiss ya…"

Chapter 3

In the middle of a great action scene, in the middle of the dark movie house, Geoff's face went blank for a second and he said "Ohhh, wowwww." under his breath. Ron was paying attention to the movie.

"Ron!" he whispered.

Ron draped his arm casually around the back of the boy's seat. "Yeah?" he asked not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Your sister and Sam Libowitz just did it. Wow!"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"I'm pretty sure Sam and your sister are doin' it right now."

"Huh? Geoff… are you joking?"

"No, Ronny, I just got, like, a picture, I dunno, it was like Darcie was holding him and he was orgasm-ing. I saw it."

"… Geoff… You sure about this? She's only twelve, so's Sam."

"So was I, dude." They were both whispering.

"Wait till after the movie, I wanna hear more, dude."

"Sure!" said Geoff happily, sporting a stiff boypole from the intensity of his vision.

Walking over to the ice cream parlor after the movie, Ronny re-asked his question. "So, Geoff, dude, what'd you say about Darcie and Sammy?"

"Ron, y'know how I can sometimes 'see' stuff that's happening to other people, like, you know, how I can know what you're thinking sometimes?"

"Yeah… it's a cool part of ya, Geoffster, it's awesome when you call me with that shit…"

"Well, it's usually when the person is having some real intense something happening to them, and I kinda get like, this, *picture*, kinda, in my head…"

"I know, dude, ya told me this."

"Okay, okay… I'm sure that Sammy Libowitz got laid to your sister tonight, like I saw her and him over at Sammy's house, I been in his room a lot and it was definitely his… I'm sure he was spermin', and I got a huge boner, I almost came in my pants, Ron…"

Ronald suddenly realized he was having an extremely graphic, very private conversation with a thirteen-year-old boy, in the middle of a crowded shopping mall. Ron looked up suddenly, but to his relief, no-one seemed to be paying them the slightest attention. "Shhhh, Geoff, dude! Keep yer voice down, man! Someone's gonna hear us!"

Although he had grown a little, and was quite obviously maturing physically, Geoff's voice was still the clear high alto of late boyhood, and it carried, especially when Geoff was excited or enthusiastic. Geoff lowered it down to a conspiratorial whisper. "I bet if you ask her she'll get all embarrassed. Sammy had it in her all the way, I *know* it, Ron… I just *know* it!"

Ron was a little taken aback by his boyfriend's revelation. He had learned that Geoff's 'visions' were generally true, and he knew as well that Darcie and Sammy seemed to be an item lately… it could very well be! It felt very weird to the older boy: he had once entertained a major crush for young Master Samuel, and to think of him actually *screwing* his little sister… but then again, his beloved Geoffster had been Sammy's age when they had first done it, so…"

"Josh is gettin' laid too, you know…" he said.

"Yeah! Sammy told me all about it once after Hebrew school. He said he had watched a couple of times when Josh and his girlfriend were doin' it on the couch… they were havin' too much fun to notice Sammy spyin' on 'em."

"Did he get off?"

"He said the first time he saw them fuck he was scared and went back up to his bedroom, but he beat off up there a buncha times thinkin' about it. Then the next morning real early he heard them talking, and pretty soon she was moaning or something, so he went down to peek, and he said Joshua was just going *at* it… like the porn tapes… then Josh told her he was gonna come and when Sammy heard that, he shot off in his undershorts without even touching his dick… that freaked him out and he went back upstairs. He said they fuck a lot with each other, and he can hear it in his room."

"Yeah. Josh and Sherry feel the same way as you 'n me. They really love each other. I bet they might get married one day."

The two boys were still whispering over their ice cream. Ron saw a far-away look come into Geoff's eyes and the younger boy fell silent. Ron let him think for a while. "R-Ron… I…"

"Geoff, what's up? You 'kay?"

"Yeahhh… I just kinda, well…I kinda love you a lot, that's all." One of the boy's clear hazel eyes spilled over down his smooth cheek.

"Dude. Don't. Pleeeease, Geoffrey, I'll start bawlin' right here in the mall, please… you too… don't cry now, please…" Ron pleaded with his boyfriend urgently. Geoff sniffed a couple of times and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Sorry, Ron…"

"It's cool, Geoffrey dude. I know how ya feel. Me too, you know that."

"Ron?"

"Hmm?"

"You ever think about bein' married, like?"

"Huh? Geoff… I don't *think* so…"

"No, no! I mean, like, *us*, kinda, you know……"

"……Oh. Yeah, dude, actually, I kinda have. How 'bout you?"

"I did just now, that's why I was almost cryin'. I'd really like that."

"Well, we can get close. We can live together after you're eighteen, I'll be twenty-one, and I'll take care of ya. You can go to law school and I'll be becoming a doctor, but we'll be with each other."

"I can't wait, Ronny. You wanna go?"

"Yeah, let's go somewhere in the car and talk."

"Cool. Outahere!"

They gathered up their plunder and rode the escalators up to the parking structure, just two more kids out of thousands, veteran mallrats at the mall.

Chapter 4

The two boys found Ron's car, after getting off on the wrong level of the parking garage and then indulging in an impromptu hide-and-go-seek session. Ron was maybe a bit too old to have been running in and out from between parked cars, but that was the influence his Geoffrey had on him. Ron could let himself be a kid for a few more golden moments, a small wicker-straw barrier against the approaching tide of adult-hood.

Actually, Geoff won more times than Ron, and they found themselves, quite by accident, just down the row from Ron's Dad's venerable Celica. They opened up the doors and put their stuff in the back, and then got in and Ron started the motor. Geoff looked around quickly and then yanked Ron over suddenly and stuck a wet tongue down the older boy's throat, holding him tightly for a second and then shoving him back upright, a completely surprised look on his handsome face. Ron wiped his lips with the sleeve of his shirt and then also glanced around guiltily.

"Jeeez, Geoff… cool it! Somebody might be watching!!"

"There's no one, I checked."

"There's cameras all over this place…"

"None near here Ronny, I looked. I'm not exactly *stupid*, you know."

"Yeah, I just wasn't prepared, that's all. I was kinda scared."

"Well, fine, Ronny…if you don't wanna kiss, we don't have to!"

"No, Geoff… that's not… wait! That's not what I meant!"

Geoff folded his arms over his chest and proceeded to pout. He turned away from Ronny and stared out the car window. Ron put the car into gear and began threading his way out of the parking structure. "Geoff, don't, let's not fight… Geoff, dude, listen to me…"

"What?"

"Dude…"

"What?"

"What are you mad at?"

"You."

"Why??"

Geoff just 'huffed' and said nothing.

"Geoffster, I, you, you're…… takin' this all wrong!"

"Am not."

"You are."

"Am not."

"Dude… chill. You're actin' like an immature little kid right now and you're buggin' me."

"Immature little kids shouldn't kiss 'till they're older, huh??" Geoff's voice dripped with teenage sarcasm.

"Fuck, you, man. Fine! We don't need to kiss. Fine. Cool! That's the way it is." It was Ron's turn to pout, and both boys began to behave as if the other wasn't there. Ron drove through the night to their neighborhood. Geoff suddenly spoke.

"Don't turn here yet. Let's park and talk."

"Fuck you, Geoff, I'm pissed."

"Ron, no, really, let's talk…"

"About what?"

"I don't wanna be mad at you…"

"Well, you started this."

"I know, you hurt me."

"*I* didn't hurt you, Geoff, you embarrassed me and I was shittin' myself in case somebody saw us. What'd ya *expect* me to do?"

"I… Ron, you're takin' this too serious, dude."

"Am not."

"Am."

"Am not."

"OKAY!! Okay, already! I give up!" said Geoff giggling. "I'm sorry, man, next time I'll give ya some warning, okay? Deal? Okay?"

"Geoff?"

"Yeahhhh??"

"You can warn me any time now." Ron had parked the car in a secluded area near the small woodsy patch by their houses. The thirteen-year-old unsnapped his seatbelt and slid over next to his boyfriend. Ron felt a soft familiar hand press down between his legs against the curve of his nuts. Ron's dick began to fill and lengthen down the inside of his thigh, and Geoff cupped the growing shaft in his palm.

He pulled the older boy down to him and smiled as their lips brushed. "Prepare to be frenched…" he said, and then kept his promise. He felt Ron's arm encircle him, and then Ron's hand was unzipping him, digging around in his briefs, pulling his boyhood out and jacking him off, just the tips of Ron's fingers, clasping the delicate head and slim shaft of Geoff's boner like a spider, causing the boy to squirm and gasp in his mouth. Ron was himself being pleasured deeply by the strong young hand sliding up and down between his legs. As if by agreement, both boys broke off their kiss and got out of the car, Geoff running around to where Ron was standing. As he got there, Ron finished lowering his pants and undershorts, and collected Geoff in his arms again, his hard cock rising up from the tail of his shirt. Geoff was still poking out of the fly of his pants, and Ron resumed his erotic ministrations. He held Geoff's back to him, facing away, his left arm around the boy's chest, his right hand busy between Geoff's legs. The eighth-grader started to saw his hips back and forth, clasping Ron's strong left forearm with both his small hands and rolling his head from side to side against the firm pectorals beneath Ron's shirt.

"Gawd, Ronnnee, 'm gonna shoot… gonna shooot… gonna shhhhh…UH!"

The boy arched in Ron's arms and his straining young kid-dick throbbed and pulsed in Ron's palm as sweet teen semen spurted out onto the grass and both their sneakers. Geoff moaned "Ronnnneeeee, feeeeeellls so good, feels good, feels good…!" and then he giggled and relaxed back against his sixteen-year-old. Ron supported the panting boy until he felt a warm hand find his bone. "I wanna do you." said the boy.

"Cool, Geoffster, I'm, like, needin' it, dude…"

Geoff stood to Ron's right side and put his left arm around the small of Ron's back. He felt Ron's arm go protectively around him as he began to jack his lover off. Ron's head lolled back against the car roof.

"Damn! Geoff, this is so *good* dude!"

"Cool, Ronny, I'm glad! Love you, dude!"

"Whoa, dude! Gettin' there quick, keep goin'… ahhh, this's great."

"Yeah, I came good and hard when you did it for me… I was shootin' and shootin'."

Ron puffed and panted for a moment, concentrating on the elegantly pleasurable feelings his boyfriend was making in him. The older teenager felt each quick stroke of Geoff's hand as the tingles, tickles, and little shudders built up in his hips and balls and back. Goosebumps broke out on the boy's forearms and cheeks, and his strong shaft lifted and hardened in pre-orgasmic stiffening. Ron reminded himself once again whose hand this was and how cute they were and how good this felt… the thought that he had just made his beloved Geoffster feel this way sent a potent wave of warm erotic fuzziness through the teen's sex-tensed body, and it proved the trigger that sent him gasping over the edge. He spasmodically tightened his arm around the younger boy, then bucked his hips out moaning.

"Awwwwwooooohhhh, Geoffffff…hhhhAAAAHHH! h-AHHHH! h-AHHHH! ah-ah-ah h-AHHHH! Ohhhh, Geoff, ohhh, Geoff, yeahhhh, fuuuuck! Awesome!"

Ron was leaned way back against the car, his lovely brown eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, pale hips thrust out, as several healthy jets of thick warm white guy-cream roped out over Geoff's previous offerings, as well as both their sneakers. Neither of them noticed.

Ron held his position for a few moments and then began to relax. Geoff moved beside him and unwrapped his warm hand from around Ron's deflating boytool. He glanced over at Geoff to find the younger kid staring right at him, while holding the thumb and forefinger of his right hand to his full lips. Geoff was slowly tasting Ron's sperm! A wet shock went through Ronny and he half-turned to face Geoff, who continued to gaze fixedly into Ron's eyes. Ron gathered his beloved boyfriend into his strong young arms and hugged tightly, feeling Geoff reciprocate as their faces met, and Ron shared his tastes with Geoffrey.

Their kiss was pure romance, the way it sometimes is between boys in first love. They gave everything of themselves completely to each other, stopping only when the lights of a distant car swept past them. Geoff held out his hand and just touched Ron's jaw muscles with the delicate tips of his fingers. The boy's eyes shone and his beautiful face was softened and glowing with the intensity of his young emotions. Ron held the boy's wrist and wrapped the palm around his mouth, kissing the hand of the young man he loved so deeply, so desperately. They were silent. No words needed to be spoken. Then, the magic was over. Geoff reached down and tucked himself back into his pants, zipping up his zipper. Ron bent and pulled his clothes back up, and they headed off for home, chatting about what they might like to do in the coming week.

"Ron? You ever done it with anyone but me 'n that Elliot dude?"

"Uhh, no… you know that. Why?"

"I don't know. Just curious."

"Geoff, we talked about this… you worried 'bout something, dude?"

"No, no! Ron, everything's cool. I was just wondering, that's all."

Ron drove along quietly for a moment, musing to himself. "Geoffster, if something's wrong, you can tell me, even if it's really bad. Cool?

"I *know* that! Nothing's wrong. I was just wonderin'."

"Okay. Shit, man! I wonder if Darcie and Sam are…"

Geoff squinched up his eyes. "…ummmm… no, I can't see anything. But in the movie, dude! I popped so hard I thought I was gonna cream my jeans, I could hear Sammy going like, 'ah!ah!, ah!ah!' and he was deep inside her… I could feel him comin', like… it was weird!"

"Dude! I'm blown away… I can't imagine my sister doin' it with a guy, let alone Josh's little brother."

"He ain't that little, Ron he's my height, but I weigh a little more."

"You ever seen him?"

"You mean like naked?"

"… yeah, kinda…"

"Just his dick once when we were pissin' next to each other… that was last year and we weren't very big yet. I guess his is the size of mine. You seen Josh's… oh yeah! you guys used to do it to pornos… hey Ron… wait, you said you and me and Elliot were the only…"

"That's weird, Geoff, I forgot about me 'n Josh beatin' it in eighth! That's really weird, dude! I guess it's cause we didn't do all that much and I didn't have feelings for him, ya know? We were just doin' it to be doin' it, and 'cause Josh would get all horny and go bananas over how bad he wanted to fuck a girl, so I'd jack him off and he'd pretend it was pussy." "You really forgot?"

"Yeah, till you reminded me, but I told you about him when we first met, dude, so that's how you knew about it."

"Sam says Josh is a nympho now."

"Can't be, only girls are nymphos. Guys are something else, I can't remember it now… but Josh sure got into it with Sherry, that's all he talks about at school, and they're always together, always kissin' and rubbin' in the halls… even the teachers notice them."

"Does he like, walk around popped?"

"Dude, last week, they were frenchin' in the Quad by the library, and when I walked up to say 'Hi!' there was like this wet spot where Josh had gone off in his jeans. So I said 'Hey, dude! How'd that feel?' and he got all embarrassed and went into the bathroom to try and clean it up."

Geoff thought this was intensely funny and began to laugh uproariously. Ron loved his Geoffster's laugh, and they were still chuckling and snickering as they pulled up into Ron's driveway. There was no one home. Ron had brief fantasies of surprising his sister and her boyfriend humping madly on the couch, but the house was deserted. Geoff got his stuff and got ready to leave. "Thank you Ronny, love you Ronny, love you, love you!" sang the boy, holding him and rocking back and forth.

"Whoa, dude, Geoffster… you don't know how much I love you, dude, you've made my life so perfect, Geoff, I hope you love me half as much as I love you…"

"Oh, Ron, this is so good. I wanna be with you all the time. I want us to live together, we can have Easter and Passover and Chanukka and Christmas and…"

"Shit man, we could even adopt a poor little kid that nobody wanted and be like a family…"

"No way, Ron…"

"Why not, Geoff, that would really be a neat idea."

"Absolutely not, that's final!" said Geoff, but with a twinkle.

"Dude: why not???"

"I don't want the competition, Ronny, you, you… kid-o-phile!"

"More like Geoff-o-phile, dude… c'mere n' kiss me again…"

Chapter 5

Sunday was a busy-family-stuff kind of day for both boys, so apart from a morning 'hi how are you' type of phone call, both of them had plenty of stuff to do. Darcie did, too, however she had Company…

It was very, very strange indeed for Ron Frank to be around Sammy and his sister, knowing as he did that the two younger kids were sexually active. And it was manifestly apparent to the boy, though Mom seemed totally oblivious to it, that Geoff had told the truth about them. They were acting just like Josh and Sherry, and Ron kept up a surreptitious vigilance when he was in the same room with them. He was rewarded more than once with a quick view of Sam's slim cock pressing stiffly out along the side of his zipper, and once, as the two went down the hall in front of Ronny, they stole a quick kiss and a squeeze, not realizing they were observed. Ron reflected on just how much Sex he was suddenly surrounded with… it seemed everyone he knew was doing it with everyone else… two more of his school acquaintances were involved with their girlfriends, and Ron instinctively knew from the way they talked that they were really 'experienced'.

But he was happy, too, happy with his Geoffrey, happy that his life seemed to be going smoothly, happy that in a month he'd be Seventeen. Ron worked around the house, his thoughts drifting over the last six months. It seemed incredible to him that he had known Geoff Oscar for only half a year. It felt like half their lives! And Geoff was most definitely growing up before Ron's eyes. When they first met, Geoff had still been a slightly pudgy (though 'killer' cute) little kid, and he had acted that way. Now that his parents were in therapy (and Geoff with them, sometimes) and he was more than halfway to fourteen, his adult features were asserting themselves, filtered through the haze of puberty. Ron thought Geoff was the most breath-takingly beautiful boy he'd ever seen, and so did a lot of the girls in Geoff's classes. He was constantly being hit on umercifully by young women everywhere, much to the consternation of his male classmates. If they only knew!! Also unbeknownst to Geoff or Ron had been the hidden, deeply-secret feelings of his school-chum Michael.

Michael Norman was Geoff's age, their birthdays being only weeks apart, Geoff slightly older. They were not close friends, but they talked a lot, mostly about science, and liked each other for the quick intellect they each shared. One day at lunch in seventh grade, they had been holding forth in debate about just what would happen if the Moon fell into the Earth. Several other kids had been gathered around listening, offering comments, and kibitzing. Geoff (this was still pre-Ron) had looked up at the partially cloudy sky and said:

"I dunno, Mikey. A lot of really beautiful stuff would get killed if that actually happened…"

It was if someone had slugged Mike Norman across the back of his head with a baseball bat. He choked and hacked for a moment while Geoff continued the discussion, unaware of his friend's discomfort. From that very second, Mike was in love with Geoff… 100% dedicated, complete, die-gladly-for-you-type boylove… and the poor kid dared not speak it! Had no real idea what was happening to him! No frame of reference!

Michael just knew that all he wanted, all his life, was to be friends with Geoff Oscar. And he was satisfied because, during school, they got to be with each other. The quiet, hyper-intelligent boy thought for hours about what Geoff had said, about how he felt… and how nothing else in his life would be as important as helping Geoff, being there for Geoff, rescuing Geoff if bad guys came to get him, getting rich from the Lottery and giving the money to a foundation so Geoff would never have to work for a living… Mikey loved Geoff. But, whereas Geoff was an extrovert, and more than a little assertive, Mike was quiet, shy, and an orphan living with his uncle's family… so he stayed inside his own rich inner world… never giving Geoff the slightest hint of his deep feelings. Until one day……

They were all out on the field, playing softball for PE, at ten o'clock in the morning. Geoff was pitching, which he wasn't very good at, and Roger Payne was up to bat, which he wasn't all that good at, either. The game was going unevenly along when Roger connected solidly with one of Geoff's underhand lobs, straight back down the line, plowing directly into Geoff's middle, bowling him over and knocking him completely breathless. Michael was sitting on the bench playing idly with a glove, when his attention was captured by the sudden commotion on the field. The usual jostling circle of kids were standing noisily around someone indistinct lying on the ground. Michael wandered over to see just as Coach arrived and scattered the crowd. Mike's gentle heart stopped. There, on the ground in a heap, lay his beloved Geoff, eyes closed, not moving, Coach bending over him while the other boys looked on.

Michael's legs went out from under him and he flopped to the grass like a discarded doll. His friend Justin looked over and saw him fall, and assuming he'd tripped, detached himself from the crowd of boys to help. Michael's head was spinning and he was quite literally sick with fear. Justin held out a hand and Mike heaved himself back upright, a stricken look on his face. "Is he… is he, is… how's G-G-Geoff."

"He's cool, just got the wind knocked out of him, it was rad! Booof! Right in th' gut! Ol' Roger sure got Osky dead-on…!" Justin had not the slightest idea of the effect his blood-thirsty observations were having on Mike. "A foot [30 cm] lower and Geoff would got it in th' nads!!

"He gonna be okay…??" the boy asked plaintively.

"Oh, sure." snorted Justin. "He was only out fer a coupla' seconds."

Michael wobbled over to where Geoffrey lay doubled up on the ground, moaning and coughing. Coach was kneeling beside him talking quietly to him, saying "Breathe, that's it, just breathe deep, there you go, now breathe again…" Mike sank to his knees beside coach. "Norman, you need something?" the man demanded.

"Huh? Uh, no, no, sir… it's just my, uh, Geoff's my friend, I was worried…" Something in his face must have told the coach that he was telling the truth, for when the stretcher arrived Michael was allowed to be the other bearer, and he went the whole way back praying to every God he knew… "Please don't let anything happen to Geoff, please don't let him be hurt, please let me help him…" By the time they got back to the locker room, Geoff was recovering, and after lying down for a few minutes, the sore boy sat up and rubbed his bruised stomach. "You need to go to the nurse, Oscar?" asked Coach.

"No, I'll be okay, now I can *breathe* again…"

"Alright, you stay here for the rest of the period, that's only ten minutes… you can get changed if you want to. Norman?"

"Uh, yes, sir?"

"Are you needed here?"

Mike looked back at Geoff. Geoff looked at him, then realized in a flash what was going on. "Sir, it'd be nice if Mike could stay here with me, if that's okay with you."

"Fine with me… Norman, help your buddy… I'll see you two tomorrow. Get changed and get to your next classes." The man turned and was gone. Geoff had had another one of his visions, another one of his moments of connectedness with another person while they were in crisis. He sized up the situation in a flash. This kid was a friend! And, though Geoff had no overt sexual feelings for him, he was intrigued by the sheer depth of emotion hidden behind the other boy's thick glasses.

Geoff exhaled, then changed Michael's life forever. "Dude, I'm, like, really glad you stayed here with me." Mike's jaw fell open. "I really need a friend like you right now."

"I'm here, Geoff, anytime you need me. You feelin' okay? Can I do anything for you?"

"Yeah, help me out of my gym clothes, my fuckin' stomach hurts…"

Geoff didn't know what Mike thought about sex, or even if he did, but he figured if anything was going on, the kid would show it. Geoff let the boy help him over to his locker. "Go get your stuff and bring it here, we can get changed together." Geoff shamelessly began to give Michael every opportunity to bridge the adolescent-fear-intimacy gap. He noted that Mike fairly flew over to his locker, ripped the lock open, and came bounding back with an armload of clothes. The quiet boy was trembling visibly. Geoff was beginning to enjoy the attention. They began to undress.

Geoff was slightly taller than Mike at five-one [1.55 m], and definitely heavier by about twenty pounds [9 kg]. Mike's hair was dark red-brown, and he had a huge crop of Norman Rockwell-esque freckles just now starting to fade as youth overtook boyhood. He synchronized his efforts with Geoff, and soon they were down to their jocks. Geoff made a big show of trying to stand up, and Mike sprang to his side to help. He looked completely ridiculous dressed in nothing but thick black-framed glasses, a digital watch on his white skinny wrist, and a boy's jockstrap. Geoff considered asking Mikey to help him pull his supporter off, but figured that was a little much. Geoff tugged it down and it fell to his ankles. Mike was still holding him by the elbow. "You okay?" he asked the naked boy. "Yeah, I'm okay, Mike, you're really helpin' me." Geoff noticed that Mike's eyes never left his face, never once glanced down to Geoff's waist. Then Michael bent down, and when he stood up, he was naked too. Geoff couldn't help himself… he had to look.

Michael Norman was cute in his own way, though not the beauty that Geoff as turning into. He was just behind Geoff in development, his voice not yet changed, his body still a boy's. He had a few tiny curly hairs just at the root of his penis, which was Geoff's size, not quite five inches [12 cm], but slightly skinnier. His balls were Geoff's size, but they hung down much looser and swung from side to side as he moved. Mike suddenly realized Geoff was checking him out. The boy reddened immediately and sat down to start pulling his underwear on. He stopped and looked up at Geoff for a second. "G-Geoff…?"

"Yeah?"

"You… you think I'm… am I, you know…"

"Are you what, Mike? You okay.?"

"Yeah, I just, I saw you looking, and I wanna know… something."

"What, dude? We're scientists, we can discuss anything."

"Yeah. Do you think I'm, am I, like, developed sufficiently?"

Geoff suppressed a snicker at Mike's choice of words. The look on the boy's face and the anxiety radiating from him was enough for anyone to see that he was in great pain. "Stand up again, dude." Mike did so.

"I'm gonna touch you… okay?"

"S-s-sure… yeah. (gulp!)"

Geoff gently hefted the trembling boy's balls, then grasped the limp penis and mentally compared it to his beloved Ronny's. "You beat off?"

"Huh?"

"You beat off, Mikey?"

"Yeah, s-s-sure. Lotsa kids do it."

"You spermin' yet?"

"Y-yeah, recently…"

"How recently?"

"Oh, um… about… two weeks ago, I guess, no, wait, three weeks."

"You do it a lot?"

"What's a lot?"

"Five times a day…"

"Wha… no, way, Geoff, you can't do it five…"

"I'm kiddin' ya, Mike. I do it twice mostly. Once in the morning to relax me and then at night in bed." Geoff let Mike's Apparatus go, noticing that only one of them was growing a bone.

"Are you… are you getting an, e-, uh, Geoff?"

"Am I gettin' popped? Yeah, kinda…"

"You scared?"

"Not with you around…"

"Really? You mean, I, like, I *helped* you Geoffrey…?"

Geoff reached over and took the boy's thin shoulders in his hands, a gesture he meant to be just friendly. Mike interpreted it differently, though.

"Mike, we been friends for more'n a year now. You help me a lot. I'm glad I know you. You the only other kid I know who I can talk to about science and philosophy and that kind of stuff. I'd be really lonely at school without you here." This last line was a bit of an exaggeration, but Geoff was clumsily trying to 'play up' to Michael, and it was working!

Chapter 6

Mike fell away, out from under Geoff's hands, slumping down with a clatter against the lockers. He looked up at Geoff. "Would you be grossed out if you knew a guy, like, really liked you a lot, Geoff?"

"No, I'd be honored."

"What if someone you knew really well liked you for a really close friend, but it was like real intense and they…"

"Mike… I know what yer sayin'. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Cause I… Geoff!! Geoff, you mean it!?! You know… you *know*! You, you… G-G-Geofffff… " Two jewel-clear tears spilled out from the center of the naked thirteen-year-old's brown eyes and picked their way down his freckled cheeks. Geoff bent over to him, taking his face in his hands. Almost like a parent to his child he said: "Dude, get a grip, the PE class is gonna be in here any second, we gotta get dressed. I know how you feel. I think we need to talk, but not here. Can you come over to my house?"

"Yeah."

"You know Ron Frank?"

"That Darcie's brother?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, he's cool, for a big kid. He always says 'hi' to me."

"He's like, my best friend. He'll help us. Get dressed, hurry!"

Both boys jumped into their clothes. While they were buttoning their shirts, Mike asked "Geoff, you never told me if you thought I was underdeveloped or what…"

"No, dude, Mike, you're fine. You know Albert DiLillio?"

"Yeah… oh, yeah! He's underdeveloped, all right." Albert was the littlest kid in their class, just four-ten [1.47 m] and seventy pounds [32 kg], tiny dick, no hair, voice like a third-grader… and older than either Geoff or Michael.

"Hey, uh, Mike? Can I ask *you* something?"

"Sure, Geoffrey, anything."

"You ever think about, us, like, you know, you and me, when yer doin' it at night?"

Mike looked shocked. "…No! No way! I could never, I mean, I…"

"You think about other kids?"

"……yeah…"

"Like, who…?"

"Oh, Geoff, promise you won't tell… promise me…"

"Mikey, I just held your cock in my hand, like I'm gonna *tell* people about this?"

"I think about sleeping over with Justin Tannenbaum, and me lying on top…" the boy faltered and looked up at Geoff suddenly.

"Yeah, Jus is kinda cute, I bet he shoots it when he jacks."

"I think about him and me rubbing our… bodies… together and sometimes he… kisses me and I like have my, my orgasm at the same time his is and then we fall asleep together and that's what I like to think about."

"Cool fantasy, Mike. I wonder if Justin would actually go for that."

The sudden ringing of the bells brought the boy's conversation to a close, and they walked off to their mid-morning classes. Michael's thoughts were whirling with the intensity of his sudden encounter with Geoff, and now it looked like his sad, quiet life was going to take an oft hoped-for turn. One of Handel's baroque arias popped into his head and he unconsciously started humming the tune out loud as he merged in with the crowd of kids.

Geoff was still thinking about Mike and Justin humping each other, and that led him to remembering the times he and Ron had given each other totally awesome orgasms that way… Geoff's boyhood completed it's interrupted arousal and Geoff knew that only coming would get it down. He had just under five minutes. He whipped into the first bathroom he could, down to the end stall, books on the floor, pants down, dick out, images of Ron's face buried in his straining crotch, remembering the warmth of Ronny's sweet spurting come-loads, a picture of Ron sucking on Mike's big nuts, while Geoff jacked the boy off… "Ohhhhhh." whispered Geoff as his body treated him to a pleasant, tingly-good come, his increasingly abundant sperm shooting up an inch or so to land in his thin brown pubic hair, then rolling down the back of his hand to drip between his thighs. He would have loved to have sat there luxuriating in the feelings, but he knew that he had only seconds more. He rolled off a fistful of toilet paper and swabbed up the mess, flushing it away as he zipped back up. When he walked out of the stall, a kid he didn't know was just standing there. Geoff looked at the boy, who was regarding him with a strange expression.

"W'sup?" asked Geoff casually.

"Not much…" replied the boy, a very blond, surfer/skate-kid type. The bell went off. "See ya." said Geoffrey. "Later days." replied the boy, turning to watch him go. Geoff wracked his brain, trying to remember if the kid had been in the bathroom when Geoff had come in, of if he remembered someone entering while he was… damn! Geoff had been so intent on his fantasy that he couldn't remember if he had checked the bathroom out first, or if he hadn't… what if that dude *knew* what Geoff had been doing? Who was he? Geoff had seen him around, but he wasn't in Geoff's circle of friends… what if he'd heard Geoff coming? What if he'd heard Geoff beatin' it? The poor kid slumped down into his American History seat just as the tardy bell rang. Amanda Whitmore scurried in through the door and jumped into her desk. Mr. Kerner glanced at her from the corner of one eye.

"Quite acrobatic, Miss Whitmore." he said dryly, and the class broke into a laugh, which Geoff needed right then.

This was Tuesday, the week after Ron and Geoff had played hide-and-seek in the Mall. That night, on the phone, Geoff told Ron about Michael and what had transpired.

"So, like, Ronny, I think the kid's in major love with me or something, and I need you to help us out."

"Sure, Geoff… I kinda know him… he came to a couple of Darcie's birthday parties when you guys were little. How do you know how he feels?"

"Well, I kinda got that from him in the locker room, you know, I, like, *knew* it, like I do, and then he started cryin' and told me that he'd really like it if we were friends, and I thought it'd be cool, but I, like, Ron… I don't want you to think anything's wrong between us, Ron, I…"

"Dude, Geoffster… you're my life. Nothing can ever come between us, I swear that."

"Oh, Ronny, you're the best boyfriend a kid ever had… I'm gonna bring Mike over for you to meet, you'll like him, he's not obnoxious like I am."

"Geoff, fuck you, you are not obnoxious."

"Fuck you, I am."

"Fuck you, yer not."

"Fuck you!"

"No, fuck you!"

"When?"

"Any time, Geoffster, wanna come over?"

"Ummm, naw, can't. I got home-shit-work to do."

"Damn. You get me all hot and then, you let me down."

"Dude! You, like, popped? You wanna phone-fuck?"

"No, I'm kiddin' ya, I'm fine, besides, everyone's home right now and I ain't got much privacy. When you'n Mike comin' over here?"

"Tomorrow after school… maybe Darcie'll be screwing with Sam somewhere and we can all be alone."

"Dude, she *has* been disappearing a lot more, and Sunday I seen Sam's bone a lot when he was around here… it's still kinda weird…"

"Okay, Ron, I gotta go, I'll call ya tonight to say 'goodnight', then I'm comin' over tomorrow. Cool? I love you…"

"Love you too, Geoff… talk to you later."

"Later, dude."

Ron hung up his phone and went back to cleaning up the odds and ends of his own homework. He had no inkling whatsoever that this was to be the last week of his childhood, the last moments of his old life, and that the beginning of his *new* life would explode upon him like a sudden ambush…

Chapter 7

Wednesday afternoon Ron answered the front door to find Geoff and Mikey waiting there. Ron had not seen Michael in almost two years, and he was slightly surprised to see how the spindly little kid had grown up into a kinda cute, if geeky looking, young man. Mike was Geoff's height, as reported, but he was still skinny and that tended to accentuate his knees and elbows. Also, he was very nearsighted, and his thick glasses made his light brown eyes look smaller. With them off, the boy had the same beautiful eyelashes that Geoffrey had. Ron invited them up to his room.

Just like Geoff had months ago, Michael moved slowly around Ron's room, lingering over his books and sorting through his CD collection.

"Wanna play some tunes?" offered Ron.

"Um, no, nothing here I like… sorry." The eighth-grader turned suddenly. "no offense, I mean… I just like… I like different music, that's all."

"What, like classical?"

"Yeah, kinda I guess. The kids all think I'm weird."

"I don't, Mike. Neither does Geoff. That's why it's cool you could come over here. Geoff and me are like, really close with each other, and he told me a little about you. He told me you were really good in science and math."

"Yeah! I'm gonna be a scientist…"

"Dude! You *are* a scientist!" Geoff interrupted him.

"No, I mean really, I'm gonna get a PhD and do research."

"Cool, Mike. I'm gonna be a psychologist, and the Geoff-monster next to ya's gonna be a slime-wad, er, lawyer, sorry… heyyy!!."

Geoff stood up and simply fell over onto Ron, pinning him to the rug and the pulling the older boy's wrists up behind his back. Mike laughed out loud and then forgot he was supposed to serious and mature and jumped in to help Geoffrey. Ron was not really a match for both boys at once, and even though the teenager put forth maximum effort, the two younger kids had him swiftly immobilized. Ron kinda dug it, having Boy all over him that way…

"O-okay-y, guys… okay I give, I giiiiive… jeezus, Geoff, OW!"

"Michael, shall we let him up?"

"If he promises to be good…"

"Ron, do you promise to be good?"

"I'll try…"

"Okay, Geoff, let's let him up."

The three resumed their position on the floor of Ron's bedroom, sitting crosslegged facing each other. The wrestling had broken the ice, and made Michael feel more at ease in the presence of an older kid he didn't know all that well. He was acutely aware of Geoff next to him, still breathing hard from their exercise. "So dude, you kinda like my Geoffster, huh?"

"Oh, yeah, a lot. I don't have all that many friends, and Geoff never hurts me or treats me bad."

"That's cause I like you, too, Mikey. I told you that."

"I know. (sigh). I just, I didn't know how you would react if I told you what I really felt like, and I was scared…"

"Mike," said Ron. "Has Geoff ever told you much about him 'n me?"

"A little. He said you guys were best friends. I thought that was neat 'cause we're younger and all…"

"Yeah. He didn't tell you anything else, like, personal stuff?"

"No, um no…! Wait! I don't understand…"

"Yes you do." said Geoff simply.

Mike stared at them open mouthed, eyes wide.

"Be cool, now, Mike, we're supposed to be friends here…"

"Aw, aw, I… I wish I was deaaddd…" Inexplicably, the boy bent his head over his lap, his hands folded together, and wept silently while Ron and Geoff sat there stunned. Ron was first to react. He reached over to touch the sobbing boy's shoulder. There was no reaction. Geoff put an arm around him. "Hey, Mikey, Mikey, dude, what's up? Why are you cryin'?"

"Mike, what's wrong, dude? We'll help you, what's wrong?" Ron pulled at the poor skinny shoulders. Mike raised his tear-streaked face to Ron's, his glasses puddled and dripping. "He's yours, Ron, you're so lucky… you're so damn lucky…" and dissolved again into wretched sobbing. Ron knew instantly what was wrong. Mike thought Ron wanted Geoff all to himself! Ron looked at his boyfriend over the bent heaving back of the stricken youngster. Geoff met his gaze, nodding, his expression giving permission, assuring Ron that they all could share. Ron bent over till he was at eye level with Mikey. He brushed the boy's shaggy hair away from his face. He helped him gently upright.

"Let's talk, okay?"

"O-k, ay.h-hup! okay… snif…awww…"

"Mike, dude, listen, okay? You listening?"

"…yeah."

"Okay, listen now: Geoff, are you gay?"

"Yup."

"Ask me."

"Ron, are you gay?"

"Yup. You love me?"

"More'n anything, Ronny. You love me?"

"You're my whole life, Geoff, you know that." Mike was shaking violently, barely in control of himself.

"Mike, you gay?"

"… I… think… so… I… guess… so…"

"You love Geoff?"

"……oh God…" Mike started to cry again. "No, Mikey, hang in with us… just listen, dude, okay?"

"…yesss…"

"You really love Geoffster, dont'cha?"

"Yes."

"Geoff, you have feelings for this dude here?"

"Other than you, he's the neatest friend I have. All I been thinkin' about is all of us bein' friends together, especially since Monday, like, Mike was the only one who cared that I was hurt. I love both of you so much…" It was Geoff's turn to get emotional, though he had told himself he wasn't going to. He choked up and tears dimmed his vision. He put both arms around Michael and hugged him wetly.

"Dude, I'm yours if you'll have me…"

Mike looked up at Ron. "But…but… what about…"

"Mike, we can *all* love each other. Nothing will ever take away what Geoff and I have, and he really digs ya, dude. Me too, a lot, that's the truth."

The awestruck thirteen-year-old shook his head, as if to clear it. He gaped at Ron and Geoff for a moment.

"You guys… really? Geoff, really? Geoffrey…"

"Dude…" said Geoff, then he pulled one of his usual stunts and, holding Mike's teary face in his hands, brought the boy over to him and gave him his first kiss ever. Mike went "mmmmfffzz! mm! zzzfzz!!", holding his arms out and up from them, hands outstretched, glasses half off, wild eyed… Geoff kept at it till the boy literally shoved him away and inhaled a huge breath. Before he could say anything, Ron took a turn. He gently held the back of Mike's head in his hand and kissed the trembling kid. This time, Mike was more prepared, and hung one of his small moist hands from Ron's wrist. Ron could taste his Geoffster on Mike's sweet tongue. The boy opened his eyes. Ron pulled back an inch. Their gazes met.

"I love you Michael."

"I love you, Ron."

"I love you a lot, Mikey." said Geoff.

Mike swung his head over to look at Geoff, still embracing Ron. "Oh, Geoff, God! I love you! I love you both! You're my brothers, now, I love you both!"

"You kiss really cool." said Ron.

"I, I never done it before, but I wanted to…"

"Let's lie down." suggested Geoff. Ron looked at the time. If Darcie stayed gone, they'd have just under an hour and a half. Plenty o' time!

They got Mike between them, and Geoff kissed him first. Ron reached down to his knees and pulled his hand back up the skinny boy's leg until it was between the warm thighs. Ron turned his fingers and cupped the soft bulges. "Nnnumm! mmmfz!" said Mike. "It's okay, dude, we do this all the time." said Geoff.

"I know, but I can't sperm off in my shorts, my Aunt'll see it and maybe get suspicious…"

"Good point!" said Ron, as he tugged the boy's belt open, got his zipper down, and pulled the pants down to Mikey's ankles. Mike was completely erect, and his boypole made an inviting white lump over the smooth curve of his nuts. Geoff went back to kissing him. Ron pulled the waistband up and over the kid's hard dick, got the briefs down below the knobby knees and then, repositioning himself, started jacking Michael off the way he had done Geoff when they first met. The boy sighed happily and a gentle smile wreathed his freckled face.

Mike's skinny arm went around Ron's shoulders and pulled him close. Geoff stopped exploring Mike's mouth for a moment, and the two lovers looked at each other and smiled. They kissed each other for a second above Mike, who opened his eyes to watch them as Ron continued to bring him closer and closer.

"Cool, you guys… ahhhhh, Ron, I could take this all afternoon…"

"You like it, Mikey?" Ron asked the grinning teen.

"Um-hmm… it's getting me there really fast…"

The boy's hips were beginning to flex, and the slim boner in Ron's hand was lengthening and stiffening. "Oh! Oh, wow! Hug me guys, I'm going to…"

Mike surged up against Ron and Geoff, rolling his eyes back in his head and pursing his thin lips into an "o" of long, drawn out, intense sexual pleasure. Michael was in the same position that Geoff had been six months ago… nothing could have prepared him for the exquisite flood of wonderful feelings. "…ooooooooo…… ooooooo…"

Ron felt about a teaspoon full of sperm well up from the orgasming boy and lubricate his evenly-stroking fist. Mike came for a few seconds, and then relaxed snugly back down between them. He kissed Geoff again.

"G-G-Geoff… would it be alright if I, I mean if I… 'cause I love you so much and I wouldn't want you to be mad, I… but I just… "

Geoff stroked the boy's freckles. "It's ok, Mikey, you're kinda hyper, it's ok… just ask me… I love ya, dude!"

Michael whispered, an odd look on his face, observing Geoff intently. "Would you like it if I maybe rubbed you a little, d-d-down there.?"

"You wanna beat me off, Mikey?

"Only if that's what you want, too, Geoffrey…"

"I was hopin' you'd ask Mike, I'd *love* it." Geoff stripped himself naked from the waist down, and rolled Mike around over him and then to his right. Mike started stroking Geoff's rigid kidshaft while Ron delicately fondled both their balls, keeping Mike hard and driving Geoffrey crazy.

"Gawd! Mike! You're killin' me, dude… huh! huh! huh! You're makin' me come hard, so hard… go faster, go faster…!"

Michael put some more arm into it and Geoff closed his eyes, arched his back and, just as his pleasure peaked said "Oh! I… love. you… I…! nnnnUH! UH! UH! MIKEY!!"

Geoff wriggled and twitched and pumped hot boycome all over the both of them. Michael giggled as it landed on his chest and Geoff's belly. Geoff began to relax back down. "…dude…!" he said.

"This is *so* great…" exclaimed Michael as he lay beside panting Geoffrey. Ron was still rubbing Mike's hairless nuts, and he was still hard. The young boy giggled again. "Geoff, let's not leave Ron out…"

"Ohhh, please, hurry! If I don't get some relief I'm gonna bust."

"So, Mike, dude: I'll kiss him and you beat his meat…"

"Cool, Geoffrey……"

Then Ron had *two* boys taking care of him: his darling Geoff nibbling and frenching and caressing; cute, earnest Mikey undressing him and wondrously exploring his grown-up (to Michael at any rate) balls and dick and lush soft pubic hair; Geoff and Mike meeting in a deep kiss for a moment, then Mike's warm hand on his ultra-hard boner, the feelings 'there' already, his poor teenage body already overstimulated……

"OhGodMikeyOhGodOhGODI'MGONNA… G O D!!!"

Chapter 8

Thursday at school Geoff suddenly found out what it's like to be in the same classes with a kid who loves you. Michael was everywhere he was, in the oddest places, not to mention him waiting outside Geoff's house that morning… and Mike lived completely in the opposite direction. He had ridden his bike a mile and something out of the way to meet Geoffrey. Now, as the day progressed, Geoff was beginning to feel just a little bit uncomfortable with Mike's puppy-love behavior.

It wasn't that Geoff had a large social life at his Junior High… he was actually more of a 'loner' than not, even though his personality was outgoing and happy. And Michael Norman was definitely his best friend there, so people were quite used to seeing them together. Geoffrey started to realize what some of the comments Ron had made to him earlier in their relationship had meant. Geoff had always been a tiny bit stung when Ron would resist his little affectionate gestures in public, and the boy was just beginning to understand why. Now it was lunch time, and as Geoff turned the corner, he saw Mikey coming toward him, to meet in their usual spot.

"Geoff!!" called Mike as their eyes met.

"Hey, dude! Whassup? Y'wanna eat??"

"That's not *all* I wanna do…" snickered Mike suggestively.

Geoff's guts froze and he furtively looked around. "Oh, God." he thought. "Was I like this to Ron?"

"Dude!" whispered Geoff fiercely. "Cool that shit! Not here!!"

Mike looked crestfallen. "… oh. Sorry…"

"Just remember where we are, Mike." Geoff was close to his new boyfriend and whispering as they walked up to the cafeteria line. "It'd be horrible if somebody found out and told the whole school."

"…Oh, God, Geoff! You're right… (gulp!) s-sorry… I'm just so glad t' see ya!" Mike was smiling again.

Geoff casually brushed his hand against the back of Mike's, then did it again so the boy would know for sure it was meant. "Me too. Ron likes you too."

Then they were in the 'Vomit Mountain Ride' line… a name Ron had come up with when he had been here. When Geoff had heard that, he had laughed for half-an-hour, rolling on the floor in helpless kid-hysteria. Now that's what they all called the place… and it wasn't completely inaccurate!

They took their lunch-laden trays over to a table where 'brainy' kids hung out. or were rather 'exiled' to. Greg and Omar Foster were there, as well as Seth Portman and Martin Olivares. Mike almost tried to sit down next to Geoff, but a quick glare sent him around the table to face his new Love. Seth was deep in an argument with the Foster brothers as to why there would never be a Black president of the U.S.

"How about Colin Powell, man?" asked Omar.

"Dude! He quit! He flaked out!"

"Seth, his *wife* didn't want him to go through all that shit the news and the papers do to you… he didn't quit."

"Guys, *I* ain't prejudiced, I'd vote for someone if I thought they'd be a good president, I don't care if they're black or yellow or green, but there's too many dudes in this country who are, like, skinhead dudes, and like in the south."

"Yeah, but we vote, too, and there's lots of Black people who would vote for a Black president."

"What if he weren't qualified? asked Geoff.

"Then *I* wouldn't vote for him, that's easy…" replied Greg. "But you-all might be votin' for *me* someday, so be cool…"

"Wow, cool, you could invite all your old friends from junior high school to come to the White House, and we could get to ride on Air Force One…" offered Michael.

"Shit, Norman, if you showed up at the White House, I'd say 'Who? Don't know the fool… arrest him and torture him.'"

This caused a wave of laughter to sweep the table, and the boys then applied themselves to wolfing down their lunch. Afterward, most of the crew left for the playing fields, leaving Mike and Geoff and Seth. Amanda Whitmore and one of her friends walked past, chattering in an animated fashion about some girl-talk issues. Seth's eyes followed the two as they disappeared into the crowd. "Cooool, Geoffrey, what'ya think?" the brown-haired boy leered.

"Which one, dude?"

"BOTH of 'em!" said Seth. "Both of 'em together, in my room… God!"

"They'd hurt you, Sethy…"

Geoff saw budding lust ignite in Seth's green eyes. The boy's hand went unconsciously into the pocket of his walking shorts. "I'm just prayin' for the chance… I gotta know what it's like… you know?"

"Yeah, someday…" said Geoff wistfully, playing the 'game' well.

"Me, too." offered Mike, beginning to catch on.

"Hey guys." Seth lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

"I know a dude, in seventh, like, he's actually *done* it, with a girl, and they're still doin' it."

"Who?" asked Mike, fascinated.

"Promise you won't say nothin'?"

"Yeah, sure, who is it?" asked Geoff.

"Geoff: you won't believe this… you know Sammy Libowitz?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Him!! Him and this girl named Darcie… they've, like, gone all the fuckin' way with each other… he said it was the best feelin' sex stuff he ever had… I believe him. I seen them together a coupla' times and it's fuckin' *obvious*, man! He even had some Trojans he showed me!"

"Dude! I kinda figured that… her big brother's a friend of mine" (Mike gave Geoff a complex glance, just for a second) "and he said her and Sammy have been, like, spending 'quality time', like… alone!"

"I just gotta know what it's like… I'm sick of doin' it myself…"

"You ever do it with anyone else?" asked Michael innocently.

"What, like, with another dude?? No way! That's *fag* stuff… why, Norman… like, have *you*??"

"Uh, shit, no! Seth, I was just, like, wonderin'."

"That's weird, Mike." said Geoff. "I wonder who I'm gonna get laid from my first time?"

"Prob'ly some old hag when you're thirty and fat and way old, dude." Seth sniggered.

"Too bad, by then your german shepherd will be dead and you'll be lonelier than me, Portman… poor baby!" This caused another outbreak of glee between the boys… a challenge had been made and Geoff had risen to the occasion. Seth got up to leave. "See you dudes." he said. As he turned, both Mike and Geoff saw the spike of the boy's urgent desire, poking out and down along his leg of his knee-length shorts.

"I bet he goes somewhere to beat off." said Mike. "Looks like he needs some."

"You see what most guys think of us, Mikey?" asked Geoff suddenly.

Mike was quiet for a beat, looking down at the rough surface of the picnic table. "Yeah… I, I know, Geoff. It's just, I gotta get used to so much *new* shit all of a sudden… I, you understand?" Geoff looked around for a second. No one was near.

"I had to go through this exact same thing, when me 'n Ronny were first together, dude! like, I was delirious half the time, I was goin' crazy, I was scared 'cause I thought I was goin' insane, but it was just 'cause I was never in love with anyone before, and it's weird, Mikey. Ya gotta be fuckin' *careful* dude… there's kids who'd really fuck with us if they found out… then Ronny'd get in trouble, and me, and you…"

Mike sighed deeply. "I'm starting to understand." He looked full-bore into Geoff's handsome face. "You're all I've got, Oscar, my mom 'n dad are dead, my uncle has his his own family and they're all older'n me… you're all I've got…"

"I know that, Mike. Don't worry. Me and Ron are gonna be with you as long as you want… forever, dude… forever!" The bell rang. Mike tapped the back of Geoff's hand with the tips of his long fingers. "Your house after school?"

"Of course."

"Cool! See ya, Geoffrey!"

"Bye!"

The rest of the day went by, and both boys met up at the bike rack for the short trip to Geoff's house. When they got there, Geoff's mother had left a note for him, and they had the house to themselves for a while. Geoff called Ron from his room to say 'Hi!' and also let Mike talk for a little. At first Geoff thought they might all go over to Ron's, but Ron declined, citing homework, so the two thirteen-year-olds were left on their own.

"Geoff… you see Seth's big ol' boner at lunch? It was awesome."

"Yeah… I seen him in the showers… he's gotta lotta hair for our age, his legs are, like, as hairy as Ron's."

"Dude, Ron's so… I really like Ronny. I, kinda, like… he just, he looks so good… you're so lucky, Geoff!"

Geoff sat down on his bed next to Michael, and gently pulled the boy's glasses off, placing them on his desk. "You know what Ron said?"

"No."

"Last night, he told me he jacked off thinkin' about you, 'cause he really thinks you're cute…"

Mike shook his head. "Geoff… really? Did he…?"

"Me, too." said Geoff, stopping Mike's words with his soft lips and gently probing tongue. Both of them lay slowly back on Geoff's big bed, rolling to face each other, feeling their love and passion growing together.

"Geoff, gotta boner, gotta fix it." grunted Mike. Geoff at once reached for the boy's crotch, to find that his tight jeans were confining the stiff boyflesh. Geoff made quick work of zippers and belts, until the both of them had only their long-sleeved shirts and socks on. Mike embraced Geoff and squirmed around until he was almost on top of Geoff.

"Mike, wanna fuck me? Wanna get on top.?"

"Oh, God, yesss… yess, Geoffrey, pleeeaaseee…"

Geoff unbuttoned Mike's shirt, and then his. He longed for the feel of the other boy's soft skin on his own. Mike was over him in a moment. Geoff felt the light brushes of the boy's erection against his silky-soft thighs. Mike lay down on Geoff with a sigh, turning his tousled brown head aside and shifting his butt around until their hard dicks were aligned and Mike was starting to pant. Geoff wrapped his arms around the boy and kissed his taut neck. "Go for it, Mike… have some fun…"

Mike hunched up against Geoffrey and drew an uneven, wheezing breath.

"God bless you, Geoff…" he whispered. Tears sprang into Geoff's eyes. "Love you, Mikey… this feels good."

"So awesome…" moaned Michael. Geoff felt him tensing and quivering, felt the insistent thrusting of the boy's hips against his, felt their ribs together, the boy's panting breaths… it was turning him on as well.

Geoff ran his palms down the shuddering teenager's sides to his rhythmically flexing hips, then to the boy's cute butt, caressing and kneading. Geoff knew how much it added to his own enjoyment when Ron did that for him. Mike was no exception. "Ohhh… Geofff… God, God!"

Michael was humping Geoff quickly now, panting with each firm thrust, gripping Geoff's arms as the feelings rose in him. Geoff also was aware that his own climax was near.

"God! Bless! You! GEOFF…!!!"

Mikey pressed his lithe young teenage body against Geoff's, their hips locked together, and Mike reared up over him, his head thrown fully back, eyes squeezed tightly shut, his mouth wide open… Geoff looked up and could see the pink roof of the boy's mouth, and fillings in his white teeth… Mike began to shudder continuously while Geoff felt warm wetness between them. Mike made a high strangled croaking noise way deep in his straining, flushed chest, his freckled face beet-red and sheened with a film of sweet perspiration. The boy held his position, lost in overwhelming sexual delight, as his young penis pumped the last of it's thick joy all over Geoff's tingling balls.

Geoff himself was just on the verge of his own much-needed orgasm.

"Pump a little more, dude, I'm gonna come!" he whined.

"Can't! Hurts!" gasped Mike.

"Just move a little… I'm almost comin'."

"Nnn… 'kay, G-Geoff… ahoh… God!" The boy began to saw his hips again. Geoff gratefully arched himself up into Michael as the assembled army of pleasure launched it's assault on his pubescent body. It took only about four or five more thrusts.

"Jeezus… Mikey… I… I… aaawwwWWWYESSSSS!!!!!" The struggling youth's pent-up orgasm struck him like lightning, thrilling him from the tips of his toes to his tingling scalp. He wriggled and thrashed beneath Michael, who was amazed, having never seen a boy come like that before. "I'm coming, I'm coming. I'm coming… " chanted the teen mindlessly as the echoes of the main blast coursed through him. "Can I kiss you?" asked Mike.

"I need you to…" said Geoff and they frenched deeply as Geoff's body relaxed and got back to normal. Both of them could feel the delicate pressure of the other's genitals, though both of them were soft and spent. "Love you, dude!" said Geoff. "All my life, Geoffrey, you're all I want… thank you, oh, thank you! It was really, really good."

"Sex is like that when ya *love* the other person, Mike."

"God! We're all wet down there!"

"Yeah… let's get cleaned up before Mom comes home and finds us."

But Mom was home… and had already found them. She had come upstairs to see if Geoff was there… and had stood outside his door, listening to the unmistakable sounds coming from the two kids making love. She turned and walked stiffly down the stairs, to use the phone…

Chapter 9

Darcie lay, naked and fully penetrated, curled up on top of her Sammy in the darkened front room of Sam's house. He was supposed to be at Hebrew School studying for his impending Bar Mitzvah, and Darcie was supposed to be at Ellen's house doing math, but… well…

They had fucked each other good and hard on the couch, gotten up to get dressed and get something to eat, gotten sidetracked making out, and now Sammy was stretched out to his full five feet [1½ m] in his Dad's big Barcalounger, his shirt open, his pants down around his high-top sneakers, practicing moving his boy-cock in her by just flexing his groin muscles. His hands were on her ribs and his thumbs covered a stiff nipple each, and he slowly rolled them from side to side while he twitched and throbbed his dick. Darcie's legs were drawn up on either side of him, her breasts were in his soft warm hands, and the two twelve-year-olds were lost in a warm cloud of deep bliss.

Had they been a little less involved with each other, they would have heard the car in the driveway, heard the garage door open, heard Josh and Sherry talking and giggling in the kitchen. But Darcie was whispering her passion in Sammy's ear, and he was building slowly to another pre-teen sex explosion, so when Sherry said "My, my, what have we here?' Sam thought Darcie had said it. Darcie turned her head, focussed on the two older kids standing in the front room watching them, and then screamed at the top of her lungs.

"EEIIIEIEIEIEEEIIIEEE!" she squealed, scaring Sammy so that he yelled too, and then pandemonium broke out all over the place. Darcie leapt in the air off of Sammy and ran into the wall, knocking herself down. Sammy sat up and tried to yank his clothes back up, and succeeded in tipping the chair over against the same wall, trapping him. Darcie, still squealing, ran naked up the stairs and into the bathroom. Sherry was having hysterics at all the fun, laughing so hard she couldn't move. Josh was amused and consternated at the same time.

"Sher, go up and make Darcie shut up, the neighbors…"

"Cool. you take care of Romeo over there!"

She ran up after Darcie, who had calmed down somewhat. Josh pulled the chair upright, but Sammy tried to hide behind it, his pants still twisted around his ankles. Josh lifted the boy up bodily and stood him on his feet, then helped him get dressed. Just as Sammy tucked in his shirt, Josh asked "You still got the rubber on?"

Sammy blushed. "Oh, shit, yeah… just a minute." The kid ran into the guest bathroom and was back in a moment after flushing the 'evidence' down the toilet. He was shaking like it was below freezing in the room. "Wh… where… where is s-she…?" he chattered.

"Sherry's helpin' her. You okay, kiddo?"

"Um, yeah, shit, Josh! You scared us! Goddamn it! Shit!!"

"Hey, Sammy, and just where are *you* s'posed to be right now?"

(No answer) "Where'd Darcie tell her mom she was gonna be?" (Still no answer) "So: how long you guys been doin' it?"

"F-f-our weeks, about. Josh?"

"Yeah?"

"You… you gonna tell?"

"Samuel… I know you been spyin' us, I know you know me and Sherry fool around… no, I ain't gonna tell. I'm just jealous you're gettin' it when you're twelve and I had to wait till I was sixteen."

"Was it worth the wait?" Sherry asked, coming down the stairs herding a very distraught-looking young lady ahead of her. Darcie ran to Sammy and clutched her arms around him, groaning and sniveling. Sammy comforted her.

"All right you two, sit!" commanded Sherry, indicating the couch.

The two youngsters plumped down together, still holding on to one another. Sherry perched herself on the arm of the lounge chair. Josh sat in the other chair beside the fireplace.

"Guys…" Sherry began. "Look, nobody's in trouble, and this is between just us, okay?"

Darcie inhaled, held it, exhaled.

"You kids using protection?"

"Yeah." said Sam.

"You doin' it with anyone else?"

"No." Nobody." they answered.

"You guys in love?"

The two on the couch looked at each other, and wan smiles broke out on their stressed young faces.

"Yup! They're in love, I can tell!" said Josh.

"Us too." said Sherry. "You know your folks would freak out if they found out about this."

"My Mom would… my Dad, I think he'd be cool. He understands kids a lot better than most parents."

"Our Dad would kill us for sure…" said Sammy.

"Yeah he would, especially you, Studley. Jesus! Twelve!"

"So!?! We love each other, we like it…"

"It's cool, Sam, just you gotta be more careful, man, fucking in the middle of the day in the living room is just way dumb. Besides. that's kinda what *we* were gonna do…" he gave Sher a sly smile.

"You guys make too much noise!" said Darcie. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Sherry! Sherry! Fuck meeee Jooooooshhhhhhh!"

"Oh yeah?" Sherry got up and crossed over to Darcie, whispering quietly in her ear. Darcie clapped her hand over her mouth and flushed crimson-red. She looked over at Sammy, who hadn't a clue. "What?" he asked. "Tell him later." advised Sherry.

"So. you guys cool?" asked Josh.

"Yeah."

"So now what do we all do? Go in our bedrooms and lock the door?"

"I, I don't think so… I'm, kinda, I don't wanna do any more sex right now." said Sammy. "Me either." said Darcie.

"Neither." said Sherry.

"Thanks, *Mom*."

"Don't mention it. Let's go to the Mall and practice our conspicuous consumption skills… Josh'll drive us, *won't* you honey?"

Josh suddenly realized that he wasn't going to get laid any time soon. "Hey, wait! I thought you wanted to."

Sherry and the two kids were already moving toward the kitchen. Sammy turned and made a fist, stroking it in the air. "Josh, go in the bathroom and do it quick. We'll wait for ya." "Good Idea, Sammy… hey Josh, I *like* your little bro… he's kinda cute."

"He's mine, you can't have him, mine, mine, mine!" pouted Darcie.

"Not even for all my old Barbies? I got a shit-load of 'em."

"Welllll…" mused Darcie, a twinkle in her eye.

"Heyyy! Daaaarcieee!" whined Sammy. "No fair!"

Josh hugged his brother as they went out into the garage. "Women, dude, it's hopeless. They got us by the balls."

"I will later, Josh, don't worry…" said Sherry as they drove off to have some fun.

As this crisis resolved itself, another one was gathering in the Frank house. Ron's Dad had been on the phone for an hour with Geoff's Father, and after dinner he quietly asked Ron to have a talk with him. Totally unsuspecting, Ron agreed. Darcie was still at the Mall with Sam and Josh and Sherry, and having phoned home to say where she was (the Truth for a change) and get permission to see a movie (also the Truth). Ron came into the den and closed the door, sitting down.

"Yeah, Dad?"

"Ron, you doing all right?"

"Um, yeah, sure, Dad. Why?"

"Nothing bothering you, nothing you want to talk about?"

"Oh, come *on*, Dad, we always talk, you know that. I know you're trying to help me, I know if I have a problem, I can come to you. So what's going on?"

"You feel all alone at school?"

"No, I have lots of friends, you know, Josh, Kyle, Gary, those guys."

"Any women in your life yet?" Charles asked as casually as he could. Ronny's antennae went on Full Tactical Alert. His stomach flopped once.

"Um… yeah, maybe. One I like, um, this girl named, um Margarite."

"How are you and Geoff getting along?"

"Dad… just great… you've helped him so much… his whole family is really grateful to you… me too. I like him."

"I know you do. It's good that you two are friends. I just think that you…"

"Think I should what, Dad?"

"Wouldn't it be better if you spent more time with kids more your own age Ronny? It seems like Geoff is over here every weekend up in your room, and he's always around… I don't think…"

"Geoff's my friend Dad, I'm helping him. He was abused!"

"Yes, but that's different now, Ronny. I just think you're spending a little to much time with a thirteen-year-old boy, you're going to be seventeen in three weeks, fer crisakes!"

"So what? What does our age have to do with anything?" Ron was both worried and angry. He knew where the discussion was heading, and he simply did not want to talk about it.

"It has a lot to do with it. I think Geoff ought to spend more time with his friends and I think you should do the same, Ron."

"Geoff's my friend, Dad. You're not going to tell me who I can have for friends. He stays here because I'm helpin' him."

"Ron, don't back me into corners. and lower your tone of voice with me. I'm not taking this lightly, I think there's a problem and I don't want you involved with it."

"Dad… what problem? Is Geoff all right? Is anything wrong??"

"No, it's… never mind, son. I don't want Geoffrey spending any more nights here, and that goes for you over at his house, too."

Ron's vision dimmed and his ears sang. He felt bile rising in his throat. This couldn't be happening!

"No! No! He stays here, Dad, he's my friend…"

"Ron… Geoff can be your friend, but he's not spending another night in your bedroom, and that is that, period, end of discussion!"

Ron heard the words, but they were meaningless to him. Panic and fear and anger gripped him. He felt hot tears gather. "You… you don't fucking understand, do you? Huh, Dad? You don't understand…!"

Chapter 10

"I understand plenty of things, Ronald, I'm your Father number one, and I'm not completely stupid number two, and I don't like what I think is going on between you and that boy, and neither do his parents, who I just got off the phone with fifteen minutes ago. I think we have a problem, and it involves you and Geoff, Ronny, and I need to take care of the problem."

Ron was practically in hysterics by this time. Tears were streaming down his handsome face and he was shaking uncontrollably. He was sure he was going to throw up any second. It was like he was outside of himself, looking down on the two people in the room talking. It couldn't be real! This couldn't be happening…Geoff, where are you Geoff, I need you.

Geoff in fact knew precisely what was going on, though he was miles away sitting in the big leather chair in his Mom's therapist's office, squirming in mortified embarrassment as his Mother described what she had heard, and then talked about Geoff and Ron, and all the time they spent together. The doctor had a big file on his desk, and, after Carla finished, he spent long minutes reading and turning pages while Geoff died over and over again. Simultaneously, the wretched boy knew that his best friend, his Love, his Ronny, was getting busted too… he could feel Ron's anguish, and hear snatches of conversation. Oddly, Geoff's right eye dripped tears continuously, while the left one stayed dry. The doctor shifted in his chair.

"Mrs. Oscar, might I have a word with your son, alone?"

Ron could only fight. He knew of no other way out of this, short of him and Geoff running away together… not a bad idea, but there would be no school, and he'd have to work to support Geoff…

"You can't stop me from liking him." growled Ron.

"I didn't say that, Ronny, I just think he ought to sleep with himself for a change."

"What?? What did you say?? Are you saying…?" Ron half rose from his chair.

Charles Frank looked at his son, his handsome, intelligent, gay son. Tears were in his own eyes now. There was nothing he could do, nothing that would make this situation go away. It was up to him, up to the very skills that had, in a way, made this all happen. If he had not tried to help the Oscars, if he had never let the kid stay over here in the first place…

"I said, Ron… sit down, now, sit down." Charles' voice was low and soothing. Ronny was almost completely broken down, holding his arms around himself and and weeping uncontrollably.

"Ronny, honey… I think I know about you and Geoff, son, I think we need to talk, but I don't know how… I don't… "

"Is it… you know we…we were……"

"Ron, Do you know one of Geoff's friends named Michael Norman?"

"(hup! snnnk, h-hup) Y-yeah, I g-guess."

"Ron, Mrs Frank, from what Greg tells me, walked in on them this afternoon while they were, ah, um, 'experimenting' a little."

"ohh… God… "

"Yeah. She handled it pretty well, but they've got Geoff over at the therapist's right now. There's some things you ought to know about your young friend." Ron was utterly speechless. This was it. The worst had come, the nightmare begun. Tears streamed without end down his cheeks.

"Did Geoff tell you about his fifth grade teacher?"

".yeah."

"You know they took him to a psychiatrist right after that?"

"… yeah."

"You know the reason Mrs. Oscar beat Geoff up all those years?"

"……no…" Ron was down to tiny croaks of words.

"Because Geoff is most likely going to be gay, Ronny, and she blames herself for it… you understand? She thinks it's completely her fault that their only child is a homosexual…"

Ron cracked. That was it, too much, overload, the last straw. The boy collapsed back in the chair, holding out his arms toward his father. "…Daaadyyy, awww, awwww Daaaadyyy…" Then the big strong arms were around him, crushing him in warmth and protection as Ron howled into his father's chest, in utter hopelessness. "…don't… not… awww, awawaw…"

"I'm here, Ronny, honey… it's okay, Squeaks, Daddy's here."

"… don't… not… love… meeeee……?

"Of course I love you, honey, your Mom loves you, Darcie loves you… we're a family. We just have to get this solved and over with…"

"But I'm… I'm, like… Geoffrey, oh my God, Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"

Charles held his son, letting the words sink in. He had hoped that it might be a phase, just delayed development, but since the days when his son had spent way to much time in private with the Dunbar boy… now it was time to face the Truth.

"I know, son, I know. It doesn't change anything… look at me!"

Ron craned his head up, though all he could see were blurs through his tears. "I still love you just the same, Ronald… just exactly the same, I'm your Father, nothing is changed. You hear me?"

"Yes. Oh Daddy, I'm so scared, I'm sooo s-scared…"

"Well, it ain't going to be real easy, honey, that's for sure! Get a hold of yourself, we still need to talk, and I need all your help."

Geoff's Mother walked silently out of the office and closed the door. Geoff was numb, he couldn't cry, he couldn't get angry, all this was just so much bigger than even your above-average thirteen year old kid.

"Geoffrey, I need to ask you some questions, but I need for you to be completely, crystal clear about what you say before we start. There are some complicated issues here, and I want you to know that I am trying to help you and your Mother. In the first place, why you are here is not because of what went on this afternoon. I'm an adolescent and family therapist, and I'm aware of how sexuality develops. I can tell you without much embarrassment that I fooled around some when I was your age, it's healthy and natural, and has an important place in our sexual maturation. You understand?"

"You get caught?"

"Twice. I thought both times that my life was over."

"Your parents have a fit?"

"No, they were doctors, too. My friend's folks, now… they flipped."

"Did you get to stay friends?"

"Not hardly… after his parents got through with him he wouldn't talk to me ever again. It was kinda sad."

"You gonna bust me?"

"Good question, Geoff. I don't think so, and I talked your Mom out of calling the Norman boy's parents. I think that would be needless trouble. But she did call your friend Ron's Father… that's what I think we need to…"

Geoff hurtled in to the ornate office bathroom, making it just in time to grace the sink with lunch and dinner. Doctor Schmidt came in behind him and held him gently while he gagged and barfed, gagged and barfed, choked and gagged and retched. After he was done, the doctor helped him clean up and regain his composure. The man fluffed back Geoff's dark blonde hair from his forehead, beads of cold sweat still clinging. "You okay, Geoff?"

"…yeah, 'mokay."

"If you need the bathroom again just go, I'll understand."

" 'Mokay, I think."

"So, tell me what you think about your relationships with other kids, so far in your life."

"Doc?"

"Yes, Geoffrey?"

Geoff sighed. "Can I trust you?"

"Yes, but if you tell me something that's manifestly illegal, I have to report it… okay? Other than that, what's between us stays between us. Clear?"

"Uh, yeah. If a guy like, had this friend, and the guy was like, thirteen, and the friend was in high school, and they, messed around, a little… kinda like you and your friend…?"

"Okay, I understand. What's the question?"

"If the kid told a doctor they were, like, doing things sometimes."

"Sexual things?"

"Yeah, kinda… would that be, like, would you have to…"

"It depends, Geoff, that's right on the borderline…it's kind of uncertain. Some professionals would allow the relationship if no one was complaining and there appeared to be no long-term trauma being generated, others would cover themselves legally and make a report."

"What if it was just the best thing ever to happen to the kid?"

"He'd have to prove that."

"What if the kid was gettin' like hit by his Mom, would that be illegal?"

"Absolutely, and the child could be taken from the family and placed in protective custody or foster homes…"

Fear gripped Geoff and he very nearly heaved again. He swallowed heavily and got a grip on himself. His natural lawyer instincts kicked in.

"Okay. Let's say I know this kid, he's thirteen, and he's got this friend, who's like sixteen, and they're the best friends in all the world, and they're really close, and they fool around. And the kid used to get abused by his Mom, but the other kid's dad kinda, like, intervened and helped the family. They really, really like each other, and the kid is a better person cause his friend helped him when no one else would."

"If that were the case, I'd advise the two to be friends and to wait until they were both older to see if that was in fact the kind of relationship they wanted. The laws change once you're fourteen. Then you can be allowed some responsibility and choice, Geoff. Until then, the law deems you incompetent to choose for yourself."

"That sucks!"

"Well, we have to draw the lines someplace, Geoffrey. But we still have serious issues to discuss, so I need your courage."

"But you wouldn't bust the two kids if you knew about them?"

Doctor Schmidt stared at the boy wallowing and squirming in the too-big chair he was sitting in. He assessed the tone of voice, the forthrightness, the clarity of the young man before him. After years of horrible child-abuse cases, rapes, serial killers, kids sold for drug money, he had an ear for the Truth. Geoff met and held his gaze, a good sign! He saw the intelligence and hope on the boy's face. He decided.

"No. I'd just tell them to wait until the younger boy was at least fourteen, and then to be discrete and careful and monogamous… you understand, young man?"

Geoff relaxed a little. "Yeah, I do. Thanks, Doc."

"Now you owe me something, Geoffrey, and it might be difficult."

"I think I can handle it."

"Good. I want to cut past the usual crap that I have to go through with some boys, and just talk with you like adult, mature people. You want to do that?"

"Sure, that's me… adult and mature…"

Chapter 11

Charles Frank sat with his son on the small couch in the den. He had expected his wife to have come in by now, but the TV set remained on and she stayed in the living room, though Charles was sure she knew what was going on. Ron was a little more coherent, but still badly upset.

"Mom know?"

"I don't think she wants to know, Ron. I think she would just rather not deal with it. I think she's worried about your sister…"

Ron sniffed. "Darcie's fine, Dad, she's. okay. She's, normal, I mean, I'm sorry."

"I know what you mean. At least I think I do."

"She's got a boyfriend."

"I know, your friend Josh's little brother, um… Sam."

"They're… they…"

Charles held up his hand. "Ronny, one family sex crisis at a time… I, no, I can't… let you Mother deal with it…"

"She'll be all right, Dad. Sam's a nice kid. They like each other."

"Son, what're we going to do about you and Geoff?"

"I… I don't know, I just… I really, really love him, Dad, like for real love, not kid love, you know? And he loves me back, for real, like the rest of our lives…"

"Son, I can accept that, but when you're thirteen, sometimes love doesn't last the way you think it might. When you're seventeen, too. I hate to see you hurt, Ronny. But the fact remains, that it is illegal for you and Geoff to have sex in this house, or anywhere else for that matter, and I can be arrested and charged for it, and so can you. And Mrs. Oscar is in therapy, and if the psychologist feels like it, he'll call the police and both of us will go to jail. You have to be clear on this, Ronny, it's not that I care so much, it's that you just can't mess with Geoff anymore. You have to understand this. We might already be in trouble, and I'm frankly worried about that."

"Dad, lotsa kids have all kinds of sex with each other…"

"Yeah, son, I know. And I did too. But this situation is the way it is, and you and Geoffrey are not lots of kids. You're *my* kid, and I'm responsible for your actions until you're eighteen."

"What am I gonna do?"

"Well, I don't know right now. I have to wait to hear from the Oscar's therapist. In the meantime, hands off Geoff, Ron, you understand?"

"…yeah."

"Ron?"

"Yeah, Dad?"

"This is for real, this isn't some TV show. They could come in here any minute and arrest us both. Don't make this worse."

"I know, Dad. I just love him soo much…" Ron broke down again, slumped over his Father, aching for a world that didn't mind it if two kids were in Love or not.

"Geoff, do you remember your fifth-grade teacher, and how you felt about him."

Geoff knew right where the discussion was going. "Yes, sir."

"Do you remember going to another therapist's office, and taking a lot of tests?"

"Yes, sir." Doctor Schmidt noticed that Geoff was suddenly saying 'sir' to all his questions.

"You remember your cousin?"

"Sir?"

"Yes, Geoff?"

"You think I'm gay?"

Doctor Schmidt grinned inwardly to himself. He started to really like this young man. "Do you think you're that way, Geoffrey?"

"Yes, sir."

"How does that make you feel?"

"Scared."

"Of what?"

"Of what the other kids'll think of me, of what my parents will think… oh, God…!"

"Geoff?"

"Do they know? Do Mom and Dad know?"

"Yes, I think they do, Geoff."

"I… what'm I going to do?" Geoff's chin began to quiver.

"The truth, Geoffrey?"

"…yeah."

"It's a dirty job, son, but *somebody's* got to do it…"

"Whaaaa…" Geoff was astounded. It was exactly the right answer. It was acknowledgment, respect, and acceptance all in one. Geoff flew around the big desk and hugged the surprised man. Geoff kissed his stubbly cheek. "I love you, Doc, I love you…"

The doctor pried the teenager away from him a little. It was a common reaction, something he went through now and again. "So, Geoffrey, you can accept the fact of your probable homosexuality, and you're not going to get depressed, get into drugs, become a therapist…"

Geoff laughed a clear ringing laugh at that… "No, I'm gonna be a lawyer… and no lawyer jokes!. My friend Ron's gonna be a doctor like you… he's got the talent. He's already been accepted to pre-med in college."

"Well, good. That makes this a lot easier, Geoff. I'm more worried about you than anything, and I think your friend Ron might need some help right now… this can't be too easy on him. You think we might call him?"

"Right now?"

"There's the phone."

The phone rang in the study. Mrs. Frank had gone out to do some shopping. Charles answered.

"Oh, hello. How are you? Fine. Yes, he's here, you want to talk to him? Okay, wait… Ron? it's Geoff… now you remember…!"

"H-hello… Geoffrey?"

"Ron…you okay?"

"No, not really… you?"

"I'm kinda cool. I'm at my Mom's therapist's office, we been talking, like adults, Ron. You okay?"

"Geoff, I've had better days. I'm really, really scared, so's my Dad."

"Let me talk to him."

"Huh?"

"Let me talk to your Dad, Ronny."

"Dad, Geoff wants to talk to you."

"Hello, Geoffrey?"

"Hi Mr. Frank. I kinda wanna, I guess I should apologize."

"For what, Geoff? This is not that kind of deal."

"(sigh) Thanks… you always help me, you know? Anyway, I was talkin' to the doctor here, and we wanted to know that, if you had time, maybe we could all talk, like together?"

"Is that what you want, Geoff?"

"Of course…"

"Just a minute. Ron? You feel up to going over where Geoff is and talking with his doctor for a while?"

"Um, yeah… that'd be cool, Dad. You goin'?"

"Of course. Go get your coat. Geoff?"

"Yes, sir?"

"We'll be there in ten minutes."

"Okay, see you then, bye…"

Geoff put down the phone. "What about my Mom?"

"I'll ask her." The doctor called on the intercom phone, then a puzzled look came over his face. "That's funny, Geoff, she went home, she said to call when we were done."

"Wow. That's… no that's like her. She gets impatient."

A few minutes later the intercom buzzed and then Ron and his Dad were there. Geoff gasped involuntarily… his beloved Ronny looked like shit warmed over… Geoff had all he could do not to run into his love's arms. Doctor Schmidt watched carefully as the two boys met. He knew he hadn't been wrong… he knew Real Love when he saw it.

Chapter 12

"Hi, Mr. Frank? I'm Gordon Schmidt, the Oscar's family mediator, I've heard quite a bit about you from Geoffrey, here. He seems quite impressed with your psychological skills."

During this, Ron and Geoff had brought forward two more chairs, and Ron's Dad sat down where Geoff had been, flanked by the two boys. Geoff was right… the older boy looked like Hell.

"Ron?"

"Yes, sir?"

"I'm Doctor Schmidt. I'm pleased to meet you. Geoff's told me a lot about you. He's very proud of you."

"Thanks. Geoff's a great dude. We're friends."

"I know that, Ron. I also think you know why we're all here at nine o'clock on a school night."

"Doctor, Ron and I have just had quite a talk…" Charles looked out of the corner of his eye at Ron. "I think we've cleared the air about some things, and I still am… adjusting, so to speak."

"I'll bet, Charles. You boys know that we can speak openly here. I've assessed the situation, and I find no reason to involve any other agencies at this time…"

"Ohhh, God…" said Ron's Dad.

"Thank You!!" yelled Geoff at the same time.

Ron just closed his eyes. Okay, God, the worst is over… the worst is over… it was like being in the hospital… he knew he would be getting better…

"Ronald, have you discussed this with your family?"

"Just my dad, sir."

"You okay?"

"I've been better…"

"I'll bet. Charles, how're you doing?"

"Well, like I said, I'm sort of shocked, but not really surprised, I thought that something like this might be… might be going on in my son's life. But I love him, Doctor. I told him that. He's still my son, and I want him to be happy. I support him."

"Mr. Frank, I want you to know that your son's friend Geoffrey told me about you, and what kind of man he thought you were. I based my decisions on the legal aspects of this, using his description, that I now find to be quite accurate. Many folks in your situation don't handle these things very well." Geoff sat, swinging his feet in and out, smiling gently to himself.

"I, I told Ron that I though it would be best if he and Geoff spent more time with other friends. Especially I don't want Geoff spending the night in Ron's room. And Ron knows why." Both boys were suddenly, absolutely still.

"Well, I have to agree. Ron, you understand that, if Mr. or Mrs. Oscar lodge a complaint, or anyone else for that matter, you would probably be arrested for child molestation and statutory rape?"

Ron was speechless. He shook his head up and down, Geoff shrunk into himself on his chair.

"And if you continue to engage in this behavior with Geoff, especially before he's fourteen, then your Father can be held liable for not stopping you when he ostensibly knew about it?"

Head up-and-down. Geoff sniffs, holding back more tears.

"But I don't think you two should be kept apart."

Two heads snap up at once, complete attention focussed.

"After talking with Geoff, I wanted to see if you were clear on the situation, on your *personal* situation, and the ramifications of, shall we say, a particular 'lifestyle'?"

"You mean, do I know I'm gay?"

"Yes."

"I, yeah, I know. Geoff and I know. My Dad knows."

"My parents know, Ron. They've known for a long time. I thought it was a big secret, but they knew."

"Geoffrey, your parents live with you full time. It's hard not to notice things like this. That's what I was telling Ronny earlier… I knew you two were doing more than just sleeping up there, I just, I just kind of thought that…"

"Mr. Frank.?" Geoff was shaking.

"Yes, Geoff."

"I… I love your son. He loves me. That makes you my daddy, tooo…" The eighth-grader was crying again. Charles looked up to Dr. Schmidt. The an nodded. "He's actually right, Charles."

The three of them, Ron, Charles, and Geoff, found themselves in a knot on the plush carpet, hugging, crying, reassembling themselves.

After a while, the doctor joined them on the floor. "You know that this is not the end of this problem? There is still an awful lot of work that has to be done, especially with your wife and Geoff's mother. I'd like to see all of you regularly for a time, until we get this sorted out… Mr. Frank?"

"Fine with me. Ronny?"

"I'd, I'd like that Dad. Dr. Schmidt, tonight I wanted to die, I just thought my life had no more hope. But, I was… I was wrong. You mean a lot to me."

"Geoff?"

"Yeah, I'll be here. I just don't wanna haveta be away from Ronny."

"You two can be together all you want. I just am obligated to tell you, as your therapist, that there are certain behaviors of a sexual nature that I advise against you engaging in until both of you are of legal age. I have to say that. You understand?"

"Yeah." "Yes, sir."

"You two aren't the only, shall we say, 'couple' your age that I see here. They have the same problems you do, and only one of the other fourteen kids have parents who feel like you do, Charles. Two adults who care, out of sixteen intelligent, interesting, creative kids… the rest of them endure everything from guilt to rejection to physical violence."

"Just 'cause they're gay??" asked Geoff incredulously.

"That's a fact, Geoff. You yourself have been through that. You know."

"Yeah, I guess… I guess I do. I'd like to meet those other kids."

"Oh, I intend on it. I want both of you to join my support group, and Mr. Frank, if you'd agree to help me facilitate them, that'd be very helpful. Some of these kids are virtual orphans."

"Count me in, Doctor. I'll help if I can."

"I'll let you know. I need to call Mrs. Oscar to come pick up Geoff, and in the mean-time, it was good to meet you, Ron and Charles, you have my numbers if you need me between visits."

"Dad, can we take Geoff home?"

"Um, no son, I think we'd better let Mrs. Oscar fetch him. He'll be all right here. You two can talk on the phone later. Okay Geoff?"

"Sure, I'll be alright." Geoff folded Ron's Dad in a bear hug, then Ron, who hugged him back tenderly. "Night, Ron, night Mr. Frank!"

Michael Robert Norman lay in bed, on top of the covers, fully clothed, feeling the smooth weight of the .38 caliber target pistol that he held in both his hands. The weapon was loaded, the safety off, and once again he held it to his freckled ear as he pulled the hammer back, listening to the springs twang and the ratchets click. Beside him, on his table, were three envelopes, each with a letter written in his small careful printing, though he had his own computer and printer. One was for his Aunt and Uncle, one was for Ronny Frank, and one… one was for Geoff, his Geoff, his lost Geoff.

He was actually a little mad at himself for being such a chicken and not just getting it over with. He knew it probably wouldn't hurt, and there certainly wasn't anything left to live for, not after Mrs. Oscar had told him to leave and never come back, and not to have anything more to do with Geoff. He burrowed the muzzle of the gun into his temple, then let the hammer back down, got up, and moved his letters to the dresser, where the blast wouldn't get them. He went to his window and looked out onto the quiet back yard. "Well, I won't be seein' *that* anymore" he thought to himself. He sat back down on his bed, and looked at the pistol glinting dully in the faint light from the window. He pulled the hammer back again and held it beneath his chin.

"Ohhhh, wow! Oh… GOD! No! NO! NO!, God, no, no, no, no!" Geoff shrieked with no warning.

Startled, Dr. Schmidt looked up from his desk to see that Geoff had apparently gone quite suddenly mad. The boy's face was twisted in fear and he was writhing and gibbering to himself.

"Mike! No, Mike! Doc, help me, Mikey's gonna, he's gonna. no! NO!"

The doctor opened his drawer and pulled out a syringe, filling it with a powerful sedative. He drew in the dose and then ran around the desk where Geoff was abjectly pleading with some unknown something.

"Geoff, what's wrong son… what's happening to you?"

"Doc, I can, I can see shit, sometimes, I can, like telepathy, no! Mikey, Doc we gotta go, Mikey's gotta *gun*!"

"Geoff… are you sure? Should we call them? What's the address? We'll call nine-one-one…"

"I don't know, I don't know!" whined Geoff frantically. "I just know how to get there, that's all."

"At least let's call and tell them…"

"His number's at my place, there's no time, Doc, can we go there, pleeeassee? Doc, pleeease, let's gooo… God! God! no, Mike…"

Something in Geoff's tone of voice, something about the boy stopped Gordon Schmidt from giving him enough tranquilizer to stone a horse. The boy looked up at him with unbelievable pleading in his eyes.

"Geoff… no fooling, now? You're absolutely serious?"

"No, my Gramma does this, me too, we can, like see stuff that's happening, and my friend Michael's got his Uncle's gun in his room right now…"

The doctor put the syringe down and got the keys to his Mercedes, and in a flash they were out the door. They passed Mrs. Oscar on the way out of the parking structure, leaving a completely flummoxed receptionist to try and explain things to her. Geoff bounced up and down in the seat, urging them on. "Faster, faster, oh, pleeease…"

Michael hear a car screech to a stop somewhere near. He thought of his un-done homework… now he'd never have to do it. He thought of his parents, though it had been five years, and the memories were fading and dimming. He sighed. No parents, no real family, no Geoff, no hope. There was someone ringing the doorbell. There were voices downstairs, then his Uncle calling "Mike!! Michael!" He shook his uncombed brown hair. Who cares? Feet were pounding up the stairs, then, in a flash, his door burst open and light streamed in. A man's body blurred past him and his hand and the gun were suddenly lifted up around behind him. His romm light went on and then his finger tightened on the trigger as someone tried to get the gun out of his hand. There was a tremendous clap of sound, and enormous POP! and shards of plaster rained down on them. There, in the smoke was… Geoffrey! He shook his head again, closed his eyes, opened them again, and there was Geoffrey, his Uncle, his Aunt, and some man he'd never seen before. The two boys stared at each other.

Mike realized he couldn't hear very well. "Hi Geoff, whussup?" he asked cheerfully. "Dude… you okay?" asked Geoff, dumbstruck.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Cool." said Geoff. Then his marvelous hazel eyes fluttered, his knees turned to jelly, and he fell back against Doctor Schmidt as it all went silently Black.

Chapter 13

Ron and Geoff turned into the dirt road and parked the car behind the small copse of trees, where each of them had played as children, and where they had recently 'played' as lovers. They had gotten rare permission to be together un-chaperoned, and they had gone to dinner and then to a movie, which bored the both of them, so they had walked out. The two sat in the car for a time, thinking, breathing, remaining silent. Geoff suddenly undid his seatbelt and got out of the car, walking around to the front and standing there staring out into the dark woods. Ron joined him. The two boys had not spent any private time to speak of in the four weeks since the Great Crisis, and this was a sort of birthday present for Ron from his Dad.

"Ron, I gotta ask ya something, it's kinda heavy."

"Yeah. I kinda know. You see Mike last night?"

"Yup, he's fine, he asked about you. Dr. Schmidt says he can be back home full-time in two or three weeks, and he says every time you go see him, he gets better. He really loves you Ronny."

"He really, really loves you, dude… you guys are a pair for life."

"Yeah. Maybe. Ron…"

"Geoff, I, I…"

"Ron, you just gotta tell me, right now, just so I'll know…" the boy fought back the intense emotions, fought to retain his composure. So much had happened, so many unbelievable things had gone on, that sometimes Geoff didn't know who he was anymore. He had thought continuously about himself, Ron, Michael, his future, their future… and he was one completely confused boy. The thing that was helping him the most was the weekly gathering of teenagers, like him and Ron, at Dr. Schmidt's office. Apart from being the youngest kid there, Geoff's natural personality made him unexpectedly popular with everyone, and he found himself advising more than one person how he felt, how he handled things, how he thought about his life. Ron, too, was relieved to find himself in the company of kids he didn't have be forever vigilant with, people he could talk to about… Geoff. And they could talk to him about… Todd. And Eric. And Kimberly…

But in all that time, there had been a wall between he and Geoffrey. It was as if the Love between them was sleeping, or wounded, or… dead? Ron couldn't bear being alone without Geoff beside him, whispering and laughing late into the night. And he knew, as well, that Geoff and Mike still managed to steal a few precious hours here and there, mainly because they were younger and not as closely supervised as Ron seemed to be. Geoffrey Oscar also felt the barrier in his heart, and there was a growing anguish gathering behind it… Geoff, in his dark moments, wondered if the storm hadn't killed the love he and Ron had once been so *sure* of. Now he was going to find out.

"I'll tell you whatever you want, Geoff, you know that."

"I know, I'm just worried, that's all, it's hard to, you know… I'm just so… I'm *different* now Ronny, so're you, and I… I gotta know if, Ronny, if you…"

"If I still love you?"

There was dead, utter stillness. Geoff could hear his heart pounding madly in his chest. Ron opened his mouth to speak, closed it, opened it again, turned to him took Geoff's limp fingers in his hand, and said:

"Remember how we met?"

"Like I'll ever forget that?"

"I prayed to God that you'd like me, that I could get to spend some time with you, that I could share some of my life with you. And I got what I asked for, Geoffrey… I got what I asked for…"

"Oh, Ron, I."

"Shut up a minute, dude. So these last weeks, I been thinkin' about what you been thinkin' about, like how do I *really* feel? Who's this dude named Geoff in my life?" The boy's hands found each other's, fingers intertwining, palms moist and soft and warm. "And I've been really alone, without you, Geoff."

"Oh, Ron, me too…"

"And now I have something to compare it with, you know, with you and without you. So, I got a question to ask you, and whichever way you answer, that's what I'll do. Whichever way, I'll… I'll understand."

Geoff was no longer capable of speech without succumbing to the full-blown hysteria boiling away inside his chest. The thirteen year old just numbly nodded his head.

Ron looked from Geoff's clear eyes, up to the diamond-stars in the dark sky, and took an enormous breath, held it, let it go. "Okay." he whispered to himself. He turned to Geoff and put his hands on the boy's soft shoulders.

"Geoffrey Greene Oscar… will you marry me?"

Geoff, stunned, stared at Ronny, *his* Ronny, and the universe shifted on it's axes and settled back into a wonderfully new order. He was suddenly crystalline, perfectly, clear and completely sure of himself and his future. He was so fulfilled that the hysteria in his heart dissipated, and he raised his hands to clasp Ron's wrists. He smiled up at his Ronny, his own, his love.

"Oh, Ron… yes. Yes, Ronny… yes…" Then he was lifted up off his feet in Ron's arms, their faces smashed together, their lips, tongues, hands, turning around and around and around, and then they just stared, the two boys, the two never-again-to-be-lonely kids, in Love… and they knew that Love is Good, knew that Love had won out for them, against all odds…

They gazed into each other's eyes for almost ten minutes, memorizing forever the night that they decided to become One Person. Years later, the little marriage ceremony they had was nice, but it was a delayed formality… *this* was the moment for Ron and Geoff.

"Dude, what about… oh, Ron, what'm I gonna do about Michael?"

"Geoff, nothing is different… both of us'll take care of him as long as he needs… kinda like our kid or something…" Geoff laughed, rich and clear and ringing.

"Oh, fuckin' cool, Ronny, just what I need! A son who's six weeks younger'n me… Jeezus we're weird dudes, ya know that?"

"You're a cute weird dude, Geoffster."

"I bet you say that to *all* the eighth-graders."

"No, just some… dude?"

"Hey, dude."

"We're like, alone, Geoffrey… feel like kissin'?"

"Boy, do I…"

Geoff sprawled back out on the hood of the car and Ron covered the boy with himself, protective and loving. They went at it like the famished teenagers they were, hungrily swapping kisses, little bites, caresses… then Ron felt a familiar touch at the bottom of his zipper. Geoff gently wrapped two fingers under the older boy's soft balls. Ron saw a hint of uncertainty on Geoff's face.

"Hey, Geoff, when's the last time some teen pervert sucked on your nuts until you made wounded-coyote noises?"

"Oh… Ron… it's been… oh, God… Ronny…"

Ron had Geoff unclothed in microseconds, and he went right to work on his love's tender, achingly-full ballsack. Geoff blasted off into kidsex insanity, pulling and pushing on Ron's head, guiding him to the most pleasurable parts of his maturing sexuality, squirming and writhing and undulating beneath his seventeen-year-old lover until the combined semi-celibacy and removal of the uncertainty between them caused an orgasmic detonation that Geoff would never again experience. To say he 'came' is ridiculous. A grand mal seizure of epic proportions overwhelmed the young boy and he erupted so violently into Ron's mouth that for a short time Ron was truly scared of choking on the spurting hot teen-cream flooding his tongue faster than he could deal with it. Geoff, like always, clamped and locked Ron's head to his pubic bone and held him there irresistibly until, at long last! the mighty orgasm began to fade and the boy's rigid body started to relax. With the hyper-flared head of Geoff's (now more than five inch [12½ cm]) erection pressing into the back of his throat, Ron could not breathe, and was close to passing out before he managed to wriggle free of the poleaxed kid lolling stupidly beneath him. They said nothing, and Geoff had not even moaned or cried out in the extremis of his pleasure, the way he often did. The youngster opened his hazel eyes, just a little bit. He sighed, twice. Pale arms came up around Ronny.

"Love you."

"Geoff, Geoff, me too…"

Geoff did a surprising, touching thing. He hiked his marvelous, smooth, finely muscled legs up, tucking his knees back to his chest.

"Ronny, ya wanna fuck me? Go ahead, let's try it."

"Geoff! I, oh, Geoff, we don't haveta do that… besides, it might hurt ya, and I can't."

"I did it once, last weekend, with Mike. It kinda hurt at first, but then, Ronny… I loved it… I, I imagined it was you while he was… while Mikey was, you know… I really want to try this with you, Ron."

"Oh, Geoff… I."

"Don't you want to?"

"Well, yeah, I think I do, but."

"If you don't like it, stop, and we'll do something else."

"Geoff? Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Ronny…!"

"Would you just jack me off, like you used'ta do me, you know, like when you were a little kid?"

Geoff un-bent himself and pulled his love down on top of him and then around to his side on the warm hood of the car. He thrust his tongue deep into Ronny's mouth, the sweetness of his own incredible sperm still lingering there for him. Ron felt the boy's hand find his nuts, his shaft, felt Geoff's fingers form an exquisitely erotic pattern on the sides of his teen-bone, then up, down, up, down, the skin of his dick stretching and loosening, his balls jouncing freely between his thighs, the incredibly soft warm hand of a boy, a boy he loved, who loved him, Geoff's hand, oh Geoff, Geoff! GEOFF!!…

"AAHHHHRRRAHHH, HUH!!!!!!" Ron bucked and sprayed his imprisoned semen from the tip of his rod nearly three feet [90 cm] into the night air, fountain after fountain of kid-jizm, bright sparkling pearls of love and joy and feeling. Geoff, pressed up against his lover's sex-convulsed body, felt another powerful climax build up at the root of his still-hard boycock and he shot off along with his beloved Ronny, the teenager's taut thigh between his knees, hunching spasmodically and chanting "Coming, coming, Ronny, coming, coming…"

The two lay for many minutes afterward, not moving, not speaking. Then Ron stirred, awakening Geoff who had drifted off into a post-orgy dream state.

"Dude, ya' still wanna marry me?"

"We already are, Ron, that was our honeymoon."

"Yeah! Coool, Geoff… I don't give a fuck what *anybody* says, dude, you'n me are gonna find ways to be alone… I swear it!"

"I *hope* so, Ron… I, I kinda realized just now, how much I missed us doin' this with each other. It was like I was gettin' sick, sorta, now I'm all better… you understand?"

"Of course I do, Geoff… that's why we gotta keep doin' it… 'cause we love each other, and, well, people who love each other should do this. aw, that's not what I ."

"I dig it, dude! I'm so happy, now Ron, just like before."

"Cool, me too. Hey, Geoff! You actually let Mike Norman *fuck* you?"

Geoff laughed. "Yeah… he lasted about twenty strokes, had this weird orgasm, then started cryin' while he was still up in me."

"Awww… he's a great guy, I like him…"

"Yeah. He's always asking me how it feels and if I want anything different and stuff like that. He like, insisted I try it, and, dude! I gotta admit, I got off on doin' it with him. At first it was kinda gross, but then it felt really good… I came big-time… "

"You cry too?"

"Naw, but I musta moaned or something, like kinda loud, 'cause he was tryin' to put his hand over my mouth, and I was too zonked out with the feelings to know what I was doin'!"

"Darling, shall I get you home?"

"Oh, Ron, my love, my Ronny… I'm ready, let's go."

"Whoa, dude, Geoffster…?"

"What?"

"Ya think we get dressed first, maybe?"

Chapter 14

They lovingly dressed each other, pausing for many a kiss, a squeeze, all the totems of deep and abiding boyhood romance. Ron's father noticed the change in his son almost immediately, and was, in the secret places of his (rather large) heart, glad his son and Geoff had weathered the Storm. Things began to settle into the new grooves, to become routine.

After treatment for acute depressive mania, Michael Norman was released from the Hospital, back to his family (who he had been staying with on weekends), and went back to being a reasonably typical American kid. He never joined the Gay Kids Support Group, although Geoff had urged him several times to give it a try. The smallish boy remained, however, utterly dedicated to Ron and Geoffrey, and had happily taken his role as the 'dependent' kid in their relationship. Geoff was therefore taken completely aback when his Mikey, after changing to a new piano teacher, fell madly in love with the youngish man, and thus the fluid lovelines of adolescence formed new patterns. Geoff realized that Mike had found in Brendan, what Geoff had with Ron, so it was sad-but-sweet when the two boys realized that they were drifting gently apart. Somewhere after Geoff's fourteenth birthday, Mike moved in with Brendan on the pretext of studying Master Class Piano, but the boys knew what the Real Deal was. Mike's Uncle was not completely heartbroken with the new arrangements either, and therefore no questions were asked.

But Geoff and Ron knew that they were together for life. Neither boy could have explained just how they knew that, but it was so. A few other kids drifted into and out of (mostly Ron's) life, and Geoff couldn't resist an occasional offer to sleep over at some friend's house, but for the most part, they were for each other. The rhythm of time went on.

Ron graduated High School, and was accepted, to Geoff's vast relief, at the finest college in the state. He continued to live at home, and that year Geoff entered the school that Ron had just left. Their circle of friends widened and shifted, but they also grew ever closer together, and Ron stopped his 'extramarital' affairs. Geoff fell deeply in lust with Amanda Whitmore's little brother Ryan, who quite naturally succumbed to the flattery and 'status' of having a Teenager for a friend, and of course Geoff mistook the boy's pre-pubescent sincerity and enthusiasm for reciprocated emotion, which it wasn't. It seemed that Ryan willingly went along with Geoff's desires until the afternoon he had actually suggested they try jacking each other off… at which time outraged young Ryan went into a frenzied homophobic tirade that took all Geoff's skill to keep under control. It shook the kind boy badly, bringing up as it did all the pain that Eighth Grade had been. Geoff would never again have another boyfriend outside of Ron.

That summer Josh and Sherry actually *did* get married, though both of them stayed in college, delaying the start of their family until they could provide for them well.

Then Greg and Carla Oscar called their now very handsome tenth-grader into the living room and quietly informed him that they were divorcing. Stunned, Geoff had tried, in his best psychologist manner, to talk them out of it, but one day his Mom was gone, and it was just Dad left. And Dad blamed Geoff, on some levels, for the break-up. Geoff began spending more time in his room when he was home, and so further bonded himself to his love, Ronny.

Charles Frank thought of inviting Geoff to live there with them, but Geoff was still just barely fifteen, and the situation wasn't all *that* bad… Geoff was being fed and clothed, and the boy knew where he could turn for adult advice.

Darcie went into her power-over-boys phase, finding out the truth of "Good girls go to Heaven, Bad girls go Everywhere Else." She tried to hide her explorations from Sammy, but ended up breaking his heart, anyway. It was fine with her, because Boyfriend Number Two was on the Wrestling Team, was all beef, hung like a bulldog, and a *lot* less smart than she. She manipulated Marcus with unholy gusto, and he fucked her half-unconscious on a regular basis. Not that Samuel and she didn't get together from time to time… Sammy was a 'port in the storm', a known quantity. It was cold, but that's Life…

Geoff was elected Group Mentor at Dr. Schmidt's, and began to be known in the health care and Youth Services community for his willingness to openly discuss the issues of 'Growing Up Gay'. Ron found that Medicine was his true calling, and, also with the help of Gordon Schmidt, found his studies and career enriching and rewarding. He didn't have as much time for Geoff, but they understood this, and it made their moments together all that much sweeter.

Overall, they were happy! They had faced into the Wind, against Impossible Odds, and had survived, not only individually, but as a Team. Late in the year, Ron and Geoff stood in his room, alone in the house, just like old times. Ronny was a young man now, five-ten and one-forty, his shoulders wide, his face masculine and good-looking. Geoff was not far behind him, at five-eight and one-twenty, his boy-blonde hair darkening to light brown with golden highlights, his voice mellowed into a wonderful tenor, his body firm and beginning to fill out. Geoff pulled a little figurine from his jacket pocket, and offered it to Ron. It was Clarence, Clarence Frogmiester… the little whimsical clay froggie that Ron had made in Ninth grade and given to Geoff when they first met.

"See what I still have, Ronny?"

"Aww, Jeeeez, Geoffster… I forgot all about this little guy!"

"I know, but I didn't… when I thought you didn't love me anymore, I used to take him out at night and ask him to go to you in your dreams and, like, plead for me or something." Geoff's eyes shone in the familiar bedroom. Ron moved to him and hugged him gently, tenderly, smelling the scent of his hair, the feel of his Geoff.

"You know, I love you more now than I did when we were little kids, you know that, Geoffrey?"

"Me too, dude! The older I get, the more I know how to give you everything I have. It really, really cool how that works."

"Geoff, Dr. Schmidt thinks I can do my intern work at the hospital he's a resident at… you know what that means??"

Geoff knew very well, and sagged into Ronny in total relief and gratitude. "Oh, God, Ron… " the boy's clear eyes filled and spilled over as a smile moved his lips. "I love you so, Ron, I love you so, so much, I, still can't explain, but you know…"

"I sure do, Geoffster, my Geoffrey, my Darling…"

Geoff felt himself gently cupped, and the teenager moved his hips into Ron's body and hand. They kissed, and electric tingles flowed between them once again. Geoff held Ron's muscular thighs in his hands and pumped their bodies to and fro. "Geoff…?

"Mmm-hmm?"

"Wanna, you wanna do a little something?"

"I dunno, you tryin' to molest me or something?"

"What don't you try me and find out."

"But, I could… I could maybe shoot my sperms, and then I'd have to grow up and not be a cute little confused kiddie anymore."

"Might be fun, though…"

"Ron.?"

"Darling?"

"Let's find out…"

The End