Oh Straight Boys...

Thirty Days of Hell to Get to Heaven: Day Two

Day Two

A weird noise roused me from my sleep. It was a beeping that I had never heard before. My back was cold, but I had to smile to myself because I was still holding tightly onto Brad. His upper body was a bit exposed and wriggled around as he stirred.

Brad rubbed his eyes and yawned. His kinky blonde hairs were sticking out from under his armpits as he stretched. His moppy, blonde hair was about as kinked up as his armpit hair.

He jerked suddenly, kicking and tossing the blankets off of himself. “Oh shit! I got to get to school. You gotta take me!” With amazing speed, he was out of my bed and in my bathroom, running the shower. Water drizzled from a distance. “Come on. We gotta shower.”

A smile curled on my lips. I was going to get to see the boy naked. It was exciting enough to get my ass out of bed and into the shower with him. However, the whole time, his back was to me. There was still a nice view of his bubble butt with a few blonde hairs on it, but I wanted to see the manhood. He wasn’t giving me that pleasure, though. I washed quickly, but took time to wash his back and butt. I had to close my eyes while I washed my hair, so he might have been visible while I did that. Cruel things of the world.

Even as we dried off, I tried to peek at Brad, but he was always a step ahead of me. As he put on a pair of boxers, he told me, “Today’s assignments are to pour out all the alcohol and paint nude. I’ll come over around four. I better see something painted and you nude. Maybe some paint on your body.”

My jaw dropped. “My alcohol collection isn’t cheep. I’m not pouring it out.”

“Then give it away.” After his shirt was on, he crossed his arms and gave me a stern look. He was very serious about getting rid of my supply.

I wanted to protest, but I had also agreed to be his slave. So, I finished getting ready quietly. “I have class ‘til three, so I won’t get too much painting done,” I finally broke the silence.

“That’s fine.”

As I drove him to school, we discussed normal stuff again. He had a strong love for a movie called Easy A. I hadn’t seen it, but the way he talked about it made me want to see it right away. We were about to talk about this piece of music he was playing in band when I pulled up to the school. He winked as he got out, leaving me with a “see you later.”

As I drove back to school, I thought about my assignments given to me by Brad for the day. It was a bit irritating that he wanted me to dump my alcohol. I’d spent a lot of money on it. Most of the bottles were less than full though. They were all kind of old and reminded me of something of the past that was not a great experience.

So, crazy enough, I dumped vodka, beers, whiskey, etc. What was this kid doing to me? There was a strange metaphor for recycling all those glass bottles of events and people of the past.

My classes were a desperation of me thinking of Brad and wondering what else he might be having me do. Thirty days were a lot. Perhaps he would get sexual in them. Even during drawing the nude portrait my mind was on wondering what Brad’s penis looked like. My shoulders slumped as I realized that he wasn’t planning on showing that to me during this time. The nude model had his eyes on me the whole time. I mean, I know he’s supposed to be still and all, but his eyes were too fixed on me.

Perhaps he would be a good lay. I bit my lip wondering as I noticed his penis tremble. As if sensing my dirty thoughts, Brad sent me a text (must have got my number from Drew).

No random sex partners while you are under my slavery. I could stop by your place at any time.

Oh shit. This boy had me trapped. I got up and left in the middle of my drawing. I wanted to get onto my task of nude painting. Me nude this time, though.

By the time Brad showed up at my apartment, I know I must have looked silly with purples and oranges all over my body. The painting itself was somewhat strange. Almost optimistic.

Brad didn’t say anything to me. He just stepped over to the painting and looked it over. His eye was very critical on it. Without a word, he nodded his approval at me.

His blue eyes bore into me again as he said, “this still needs a bit of work.”

Somehow, I got the feeling he was talking about me, not the painting. Crap.

He went into the bathroom and drew a bath for me. There were a lot of bubbles. He told me to get in when it was finished. The water was nice and warm. Very soothing.

As I relaxed, Brad told me to massage his feet. Boy, this guy loved foot attention. If I had to work my way up, I wouldn’t be upset. Somehow I felt like that wasn’t going to be the case though. Bubbles popped and Brad let out soft moans as his feet got rubbed. They didn’t smell like anything at all. He was a very clean boy.

During this time, he finally got to tell me about the piece he was playing in band. The passionate way he talked about it made me smile a little. Somewhere in my life, I lost my passion like that. Pain took over my art instead.

Before I was finished with my bath, he had to go to work. He told me he wouldn’t be able to stay again tonight, so he’d text me my assignments during the next day. I stayed in the tub. Some music sifted into the room through the open door. And then the door clicked shut. Brad was gone for the night.

Reality Show Idea

Todd: Survivor

By now, I'm certain that everyone out there has seen a reality show. There are so many good ones and so many bad ones. For me, though, it was what opened my eyes to the gay world. When I first saw Danny Roberts on Real World: New Orleans, I had my first glimpse into who I am. As I watched Richard Hatch and Todd Herzog win Survivor, I was happy for the gay triumph.
I am a big  fan of both Survivor and The Real World/Road Rules Challenges. I love the idea of people competing to win money by backstabbing. Hell, I don't really play any games without making alliances before hand. I like to win, myself.

Nick & Daniel: Project Runway

But I've had a great idea for a new twist. Survivor has tried many things, such as separating by age, gender, and race. Most worked well. I think there is a new level. Sexuality. I'd love to see a gay and lesbian tribe against a straight tribe. I think they would kick major ass. Almost all of the gay Survivors who came out on the show made very far in the game. The ones that were too afraid to come out to their teammates did not make it as far in the game. So, I think they could really do well.

Joshuah: Big Brother

Brandon: Survivor

Wes: Boy Meets Boy

Bobby: The Mole

Shane: Road Rules

Ryan: Fresh Meat

Also, I dream of a lot of reality show contestants coming together to do a show like the challenges. I'd love to see Survivors mixing with Real Worlders mixing with kids from Endurance. It would be very interesting to me. Here is another place where they (or even just Real World/Road Rules Challenges) can easily make a gay vs. straight game. I think it would be amazingly interesting to watch.

Tom, Reece, and Chris from Endurance Hawaii

Reece (Purple), Tom (Brown), Chris (Gray)

Tom

Reece lay restless in his bunk. It was late at night, around midnight or so. The rigorous competitions of the prior day had taken their toll on the other guys as they were fast asleep. However, Reece lay underneath the sheet tossing and turning. He was only wearing his red
flowered boxers. It had been more than two weeks since he last jerked off. Reece's balls were burning and needed some relief. Being on the island for two weeks now, he had not had the chance to jerk off. He was afraid of doing it in the showers as the other guys were showering in the stalls next to his. He was afraid to do it in the bunkhouse as the other guys might wake up and catch him.

"Jeeze",  he thought, "I can't take it much longer. I wonder how the other guys are dealing with it. They must need to jerk off too."

Reece gently fondled his semi hard 6 & 1/2" thick dick. "Screw it.", he thought, "I have to go take care of this."
Reece quietly got out of his bunk and quietly opened the door and left the bunkhouse. He was still in his boxers. He brought a towel with him.

As Reece walked through the trees, the moonlight highlighted his tight, toned, tanned muscular physique. He stood about 5' 7" and weighed about 145lbs. He had gorgeous thick blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Reece had a very handsome face and well defined body. One could see he was into sports by the size and definition of his shoulders, biceps, chest and tight abs. His legs were also well defined from his various physical activities. His ass had that perfect round, tight shape. At home he was the heartthrob of his neighborhood and school. All the girls on Endurance thought h was hot!!

Reece found an isolated spot behind a tall palm tree. He laid the towel down and sat on it, leaning his back against the tree. He leaned his head back against the tree also and let out a soft sigh of relaxation. Reece gazed into the night sky. It was a beautiful night. The stars were sprinkled across the cloudless sky and the mighty moon dusted the night with it's soft light.

The moonlight reflected off Reece's smooth, hairless, toned chest. His nipples were hard. He slowly ran his strong hand across his smooth, tight, abs. He plucked at the small brown kinky hairs beneath his belly-button that led to his     6  & 1/2" of delectable manhood.

Reece's hand smoothly slid beneath the waistband of his red flowered boxers. His fingers reached and fondly caressed his limp boytoy. It did not take long however with the coaxing of his fingers for the blood to surge through the veins and cause his pole of perfection to stand at attention.

"OOOooooo", Reece gently moaned. His stiff, warm, hard, hot dick felt so nice in the grip of his strong hand. Reece gingerly and tenderly began running his fingers up and down his thick shaft. He reached a little lower and fondled his big balls. They felt so squishy like a hacky-sac. He was proud of the size of his dick and balls. In the lockerroom back at school, he would notice other boys taking glimpses of it. Reece knew some of them were impressed and envious.. He was never bashful about letting it hang out to dry after a shower in the locker-room.

While Reece was thoroughly enjoying his lone night escapade, he was unaware that Tom had secretly followed him out of the bunkhouse.

Tom was a great looking boy himself. He stood about 5'10" and weighed about 135lbs. He had a very lean physique, but is was quite sexy. Tom had bushy brown hair, big brown eyes and an adorable face. His arms, chest, abs, and legs were lean but defined. He had a cute ass and a great smile. Although many girls in his hometown wanted him, he would have none of them. Tom was gay and he knew it. There were a couple cute guys in his town that he had some fun with on occasion.

While Reece was fondling himself, Tom being ever so stealth, was watching. Tom reached his own hand beneath his shorts to caress his throbbing 7" cock. Ever since day one, when Tom first saw Reece, it was an instant crush. Tom thought Reece was so hot!! He really loved watching Reece's butt cheeks move side to side beneath his red flowered shorts. Reece's boxers and shorts almost had identical prints.

"What a great ass!!" Tom had thought. Tom also really enjoyed watching Reece in the competitions - his muscles would flex, sweat would drip off his well toned body.

"OOoooh man," Tom would think to himself. Tom even had the good fortune to see Reece's healthy manhood after Reece showered one day. Tom always planned his showers later after the others so he could whack off in the shower. He fantized about wrapping his hand or putting his lips around Reece's luscious, appetizing manhood.

Tom's eyes were fixated on Reece's jerking session.

"CRRRAAACCCKKK!!!!" in an instant the branch Tom was leaning against broke and shattered the silence.

Instantaneously, Reece snapped out of his pleasurable jerking session and swung his head around to see what the noise was.

Tom was caught. He felt so embarrassed and  ashamed. He quickly withdrew his hand from his shorts and blushed.

"What the hell are you doing over there?", Reece asked very agitated.

"Um, well, I, um.. .I ,um", Tom had know idea what to say.

"You were watching me weren't you.",  Reece said annoyingly.

"Well I, um, um. . . . I um.", Tom stuttered again not knowing what to say.

"Jeesh, a guy can't even have a little privacy to jerk off.", Reece grumbled.

"I'm sorry man.", Tom embarrassingly said.

Reece was really annoyed. His dick was now limp and his balls were burning even more then before. He stood up.

Tom came from behind the brush and walked towards Reece. Reece stood there scratching at his crotch as Tom stood face to face with him.

"Reece, I'm really sorry man.", Tom said intently looking into Reece's deep blue eyes.

Reece stared back into Tom's big brown eyes, "No worries", he begrudgingly said.

They were both transfixed with each other's eye contact. Just then, Tom reached his hand forward and brushed against Reece's crotch area. Reece did not break the stare. His dick swelled as Tom began ever so gently fondling it.  Reece's dick became very hard as Tom took more liberty and started gently pulling at it.

Both their heads leaned forward and they quickly kissed. Reece's head snapped back. This was a whole new territory for him.

"Don't worry.", Tom softly spoke as he continued looking intently into Reece's gorgeous twinkling blue eyes., "It's ok, it's ok."

Tom clinched his fist around Reece's cloth covered stiff dick. Reece's body twitched with delight. Reece looked into Tom's big brown eyes, leaned forward and passionately kissed him. Both boys  embraced one another and fervently yet passionately kissed each other beneath the starry night. Their hands roamed each other's backs and even grazed each other's round cute asses.

Tom broke the kiss, let go of Reece's stiff dick and removed his shirt. Reece gazed at Tom's torso. What an enticing body he possesses. That lean chest and nickle sized nipples. Those smooth alluring abs. Those long lean legs. Reece had never thought this way before, but "Damn he's hot!!" Reece thought.

Tom's 7" hard dick pressed at his shorts. Reece leaned in again to kiss him. Their hands groped each other's ass cheeks. Their strong, stiff, solid dicks prodded at each other's crotch and belly areas. Their testosterone peaked as Reece and Tom were both consumed with lust.

Tom nibbled at Reece's ear and neck. "Ooooooh man!!" Reece moaned, firmly grabbing Tom's ass and pulling him forward more aggressively into his own manhood.

"OOOoooooohhhhh!!!!", Reece moaned as his body tensed and load after load of cum exploded from his stiff dick. It was such a heavy volume it soaked through the boxers and unto Tom's belly and shorts.

Tom stopped nibbling at Reece's neck. He looked into Reece's eyes and giggled.


"Whew!!, did I need that!!", Reece said catching his breath.

"Looks like you've been saving it for sometime.", Tom said as he reached down and gathered some on his fingertips.

"Mmm, good.", Tom said licking the cum off his fingertips.

Reece just smiled. Tom started licking at Reece's smooth, hairless, masculine chest. Tom nibbled at Reece's hard nipples. While his chest was getting a thorough lip and tongue cleansing, Reece reached down and grabbed Tom's stiff dick.

"Hmmm.", Reece thought, "his dick is fucking hard!!" Reece was enjoying fondling Tom's long stiff prick.

Tom continued carassing Reece's chest and torso with his red moist lips and his tantalizing tongue. Tom knelt on his knees causing Reece to loose his grip on his dick. Tom licked the cum on Reece's red flowered boxers. Reece's dick was coming to life once again.

Tom pulled Reece's boxers off. Reece's dick was semi-hard and staring Tom right in the eye. That sweet piece of meat was nestled in some black, kinky, thick pubic hairs. Tom glanced up at Reece.

"I don't know who is going to enjoy this more, me or you?", Tom said. Just then, Tom opened his mouth and engulfed Reece's manhood. Reece grabbed unto Tom's bushy brown hair and instantaneously thrust forward.

Despite having most of Reece's stiff dick in his mouth, Tom still cracked a smile. Tom grabbed unto Reece's white ass cheeks and pulled them forward forcing more of Reece's dick into his eager mouth. Tom swished and swirled Reece's dick in his mouth as much as possible despite the girth.

"Mmm, mmm.", Tom thought to himself. He slowly brought his mouth up the shaft to Reece's mushroom shaped head. He tenderly nursed at the head and licked the slit, slightly parting it with his tongue. Reece was in total ecstacy. He gently and caringly rubbed his hands through Tom's bushy brown hair. Tom was on his knees grasping Reece's firm ass cheeks and sucking on his dick for all he was worth.

Tom's moist red lips embraced Reece's thick warm shaft. His hand tenderly fondled Reece's big balls. Slurping and lip smacking sounds broke the silence of the night as Tom picked up the pace.

"Up-Down", "Up-Down", "Up-Down"

"Uuuppp - Dooowwnn", "Uuuuppp - dooowwnn"

The pace slowed. Reece thrust forward. He lost his breath. The tip of his dick expanded, his shaft grew hotter, and BANG!!! His dick erupted once more. One, two, three loads of salty, creamy, warm "teenboy gatorade."

Tom held unto Reece's tender ass for dear life as he swallowed all three loads of Reece's spunk.

"MMmmmm!!" Tom thought to himself as he slurped up the last of Reece's spunk. Reece's now semi-limp dick slid out of Tom's mouth.

"That was fucking great!!", Reece exclaimed. Tom just looked up at Reece and smiled.

"Can I try?" Reece eagerly asked caught up in all the lustful excitement.

"Sure if you want." Tom replied. The boys switched postions. Reece was now kneeling as Tom stood up. Reece undid Tom's shorts and slid them down Tom's long lean legs. Tom's 7" dick pressed hard on his plain blue boxers. Reece looked up at Tom as he placed his fingers inside the waistband of Tom's boxers.

"Now let's see what you have under here.", Reece humorously said.

Reece pulled down Tom's plain blue boxers. Tom's impressive 7" dick sprang out and pointed towards the moon. It was as hard, stiff, and erect as it could be.

"Wow, you got a long one.", Reece said.

Tom's wasn't as thick as Reece's dick but it was longer. The knob of Tom's dick was pretty big and thick though. Reece gently held Tom's hot, hard dick in his hand and studied it. He looked at Tom's big hanging balls. They were eager to release their venom. Reece looked at Tom's bush of black, kinky, pubic hairs. He giggled.

"The hair around your dick looks like the hair on your head.", Reece jokingly said.

Tom had no comment , he just smiled.

"Well here goes nothing." and with that Reece opened his mouth and engulfed Tom's stiff dick.

Tom instinctively thrust forward. Reece was new to this so he wasn't sure exactly what to do. He started out licking up and down the warm, blood-engorged shaft. He even licked at Tom's big balls. Reece put his mouth over the mushroom head and nursed it. He sucked on it as if it were a toostie-pop.

Tom's eyes were shut. His head was tilted back. His white ass cheeks shone in the moonlight. Tom tightly held unto Reece's blonde locks. He was in pure delight. Reece might be new to this, but dam he was good!! Tom had fantized often about Reece over the past couple weeks, but never did he think Reece's lips would be wrapped around his manhood.

The two teenboys were a silhoutte of overzealous hormones.

Surprisingly to himself, Reece was enjoying sucking on Tom's big dick.

"What the hell", Reece thought, "this action is better than no action."

Reece was getting the hang of it. He started sucking more agressively.

"Up - Down", "Up - Down", "Up - Down"

His golden head of hair bobbed up and down at a steady pace. Tom was in ecstacy. Without warning, he puleed Reece's head forward and thrust his hips hard. Tom's dick erupted with pent-up boyjuice. 1 - 2 - 3 -4 - 5-loads of warm, salty spunk. Reece started gagging as he was not ready or used to this.

Tom thrust forward one last time as his 6TH load shot into Reece's mouth. Reece spit out most of it but did manage to swallow some. Reece let Tom's softening dick slide from his mouth as he tried to gather his composure from gagging.

"Whew", Tom said gently patting Reece on his head, "Sorry about all the spunk."

"No worries", Reece said tenderly grabbing Tom's flaccid dick and looking up at him.

Tom  and Reece both laid down. Their naked bodies glistening with sweat in the moonlight. They both looked so hot. Their young, lean muscular bodies, the thick patches of pubic hairs above  their proud manhood, the pubic hairs beneath their armpits showing their maturity, those cute adorable faces, those hot round, cute asses. No wonder the girls on the island loved them best.

Reece put his head on Tom's chest. Tom leaned forward and kissed Reece on top the head.

"So what do yo think of all this/" Tom asked curious of how Reece really felt about all that just happened.

"Well", Reece said smiling exposing his pearly whites, "I think we give a whole new meaning to the game of Endurance." and with that comment Reece once again gently began fondling Tom's once again rock hard dick!!

The morning after their night of sexual adventure and pleasure, Reece and Tom still lay in their bunks as the other boys were up and about preparing for the day's activities.

"Let's go Reece!, Let's go Tom!", Chris yelled as the other boys left the cabin for breakfast.

"Ugh", was all Reece could murmer as he slowly rustled under the covers.

"We have competition in an hour." Chris loudly said as he slapped his hand on Reece's bunk, then on Tom's.

"I'll see you guys at breakfast." Chris said as he left the bunkhouse.

Tom raised his head from his pillow. His gorgeous big brown eyes opened and glanced around. Blonde-haired cutie Reece rolled on his back and stretched his arms out over his head.

"Hey Reece." Tom cheerfully said.

"Hey" Reece mumbled in return.

"Did you have fun last night?" Tom asked.

A big smile came across Reece handsome face. "I sure did.", he replied.

"Check this out." Tom said in his usual vibrant personality.

Reece turned his head to one side to see what Tom was referring to. Tom pulled the covers off his lean sexy body. He pointed to his raging morning wood. His 7 inch dick was pressing firmly on his plain blue boxers. Tom winked at Reece as he still pointed to his boner, "I know someone else who had fun last night to."

Reece's smile became even broader as he gazed at Tom's big stiff dick. "Well", Reece said as he flipped off his own covers, "My Mr.Happy is also very happy this morning." His own big dick was a vision of  the daily phenomenon of teenboy morning wood. It was straining hard against his gray boxer briefs.

Both boys laughed. There lay Tom on his back. His muscular arms lay over his head. A patch of course pubic hair beneath each armpit. His tan muscular chest and ripped abs lay exposed. His patch of kinky little brown hairs led to his tented gray boxer briefs where his mighty pecker pleaded to be released. (mmm-mmm, what a sight!!)

On the other bed, Tom's dark tanned, lean, mouth watering physique lay totally exposed except for his boxers. His long lean legs. His long lean tight torso.. His nickle sized nipples. His manly pit hair. His stiff dick also pleaded to be let out. (mm-mmm, what a sight!!) Both boys represented the epitome of young male beauty.

Tom hopped out of bed and walked over to Reece who was on an upper bunk. Tom glanced around to make sure the coast was clear. He then leaned forward and kissed Reece on the cheek and gently grabbed Reece's stiff dick.

"Last night was a blast." Tom whispered into Reece's ear. They were nose to nose. Reece titled his head up and kissed Tom on his juicy red lips. He opened his mouth to french kiss him. Tom slipped his hand under Reece's boxers. He laid his long fingers on Reece's thick, hard, warm shaft. It felt soooo warm and soooo firm!!  He gently fondled it. Reece's hips instinctively jerked forward. Tom lowered Reece's boxers below his hips.

They continued kissing passionately. Tom quickened the pace on Reece's hard dick, sliding up & down, up & down, up & down. Within moments as their lips were locked and their tongues were wrestling and Tom continued the rhythm on Reece's dick, Reece's body tensed. He lost his breath. Tom give one last good jerk and POW!!! Load after load after load of teenboy spunk shot from his dick. It shot unto his chest and some dribbled unto Tom's hand.

"Oooooh, maaaannnn.", Reece said as the preasure was released from his tight churning balls. "Oh god" he said as Tom squeezed the last drop from his softening dick.
"Well we better get ready and head to breakfast before the others wonder where we are at and come looking for us." Tom said as he licked his cum covered fingers.

Reece with a look of immense satisfaction and total gratification on his angelic face, leaned forward once more and kissed Tom's ruby red lips. "Thanks", he said, " Later tonight I'll return the favor."

After washing up and dressing, the two teens met the others for breakfast. The grueling competitions  began shortly after. Every so often during the excitement and activity, Tom and Reece would make eye contact and smile at each other. On occasion one or the other would also wink.

Chris noticed the odd behavior between Tom and Reece. He was curious as to what was going on. Did Reece abandon their alliance? Did Reece make a new pack with Tom? Chris was Reece's best friend on the island since the game of Endurance began. He was another very dominate force in the comptetions. Chris and Reece had become very close in their short stay so far on the island. They worked on strategies about the games. They talked about which girls were the hottest and what they'd like to do with them given the chance.

Chris was an attractive young man also. He had brown straight hair, kind of bowl shaped around his head. He had hazel eyes and a cute face. He had a very nice muscular physique. He stood about 5' 9" and weighed about 150 lbs. He also had a very cute ass. Although the girls on the island thought Tom and Reece were the hottest, Chris was not far behind on their polls.

During a temporary break from the challenges, Chris approached Reece."Hey come over here.", Chris said motioning for Reece to walk with him.

Reece's blonde bangs were matted to his forehead with sweat. He had wet sweat stains beneath his armpits. He had sweat stains on the center chest area of his shirt and also on the top of his ass crack on his shorts. The veins on his forearms were pumped with blood from the activities. His muscles were as ripped as ever. He looked like a real competitor, a real sportsman.

"What's up?" Reece said walking with Chris. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the lower part of his shirt exposing his tight abs.

"What's the deal with you and Tom?", Chris whispered.

"What do you mean?"  Reece answered.

"I mean you guys looking at each other and winking a couple times. What gives? Did you make an alliance with him?" Chris stated.

"No,no, don't worry."  Reece assured Chris,

"You and me, we're still tight."

"Well then what's going on?" Chris asked.

"Do you really want to know?" Reece asked in return.

"Yes" Chris said a little agitated.

"Then later tonight come into the woods with us, but don't say a word to the others." Reece replied and with that statement the whistle blew and the challenges resumed.

Later that night in the bunkhouse when the others were fast asleep,
Tom and Reece quietly rose from their bunks. "Ready" they whispered to
each other.

Chris immediately got out of his bunk. "I'm coming to." he whispered.

Tom looked at Reece.

"I invited him." Reece whispered.

"Ok," Tom said smiling.

The three young sexy males quietly left the bunkhouse each wearing shorts and a tee-shirt. Reece carried a lantern and Tom carried a blanket.

"Where we going?" Chris asked.

"Not too far." Reece replied. Reece led the way into the woods. "Here," he said pointing to an open spot on the ground behind some trees. Tom lay the blanket down. Reece hung the lantern on  low hanging branch.

"Ok, so now what?" Chris asked still puzzled.

"Well Chris", Reece said,"Tom and I sort of help each other."

"Huh?", Chris replied

"Well", Tom said as he stood behind Reece and wrapped his arms around him, "We sort of help each other release some tension."

Chris was getting really weirded out. "What tension?" he asked.

From behind, Tom reached his hand towards Reece's crotch. "Sexual tension." Tom said grasping Reece's crotch. Reece body twitched.

"This is weird." Chris replied, "You guys are nuts."  He started to leave.

"Wait, don't leave." Reece said, "It's fun, trust me Chris, it's fun."

Chris turned around. Reece leaned his head back as Tom was still behind him. Tom and Reece began to kiss. Tom continued to fondle Reece's pecker. Chris was stunned. He could not believe these two boys were kissing. He noticed Tom's hand on Reece's dick and how he was groping it. Reece's shorts were tented out from an evident hard-on. From behind Tom was pressing his cloth covered dick into Reece's cloth covered ass.

Still stunned, Chris just sat down and leaned against a tree.

Tom was humping Reece's from behind. The boys were passionately kissing. Tom slipped his hand beneath Reece's shorts. He was getting accustomed to the procedure. He really enjoyed grasping a hold of Reece's big stiff dick. Tom gently but firmly grasped Reece's hard hot pump and began massaging it. Reece immediately turned to face Tom. Their kissing and body groping was hardcore. Their hormones were ablaze!!

Chris sat there puzzled but yet mesmerized. "Reece gay?" he thought, "maybe Tom but not Reece." Although he was flabbergasted at the site before him and more than a little confused,
his own dick began to stiffen.

Tom dropped to his knees. Reece took his shirt off, then Tom took his off. Reece's sexy, succulant body with those muscular biceps, shoulders, and chest glimmered in the lantern's light. Reece's dick pressed powerfully against his shorts. Tom grabbed the waistband and pulled both shorts and boxers off with one tug. Reece's shorts and boxers were now at his ankles. Reece's 6 1/2 inch ever so stiff thick dick was released.It looked like a ripened banana. Precum oozed from it's slit.

Chris was in shock to see Reece's dick. "Wow", he thought, "it's so hard." Chris own dick was quite hard now also.

Tom wasted no time and opened his mouth and wrapped his juicy red lips on Reece's thick shaft.

Up & down. Up & down. Up & down. Like a pro, Tom nursed Reece's dick. It tasted even better than the night before. It was sooo warm, sooo hard, sooo tasty. (mmm-mmm)

Reece's shut his eyes and tilted his head back. This was heaven. Tom's soft wet lips sucking his dick.The cool saliva , the up and down rhythm—this was ecstacy!!

Tom grabbed Reece's cute round ass cheeks and pulled them forward. He went down hard on Reece's dick. It touched the back of his throat. Reece's body tensed, he lost his breath, he thrust his hips foward. BLAST!!! his white, creamy, salty serum burst from it's caged lair.

Tom held on and swallowed every drop of Reece's warm, salty boy-juice.

Chris eyes widened, he was in disbelief. His own stiff dick was oozing pre-cum.

"Whew", Reece said gaining his breath, "That was fucking great!!, man, just fucking great!!" His limp dick slipped from Tom's mouth.

Tom stood up, his own lean, succulant, bare, tanned chest, glimmering in the lantern's light. Reece reached down and pulled Tom's shorts and boxers off. Both boys were now totally naked. Reece started to get on his knees.

"No"  Tom said, "Lay down."

Reece looked into Tom's intent eyes. Tom kissed Reece on the lips, then guided him to the ground. Reece was on his stomache. His cute white ass glowed in the dark.

Tom knelt over him. His ever so hard 7 inch dick pointing out as if to find a target. Tom lay atop Reece. He leaned forward and whispered, "This won't hurt that bad, I'll be gentle."

He tenderly kissed the side of Reece's neck. He started pushing the tip of his dick into Reece's ass cheeks.Tom was gentle, smooth, passionate, and tender. His big stiff, hard, dick parted Reece's round ass cheeks. It found it's target. Tom gently thrust froward. Reece grimaced.

After a few moments of gentle pushing, Reece relaxed more and wasn't in as much pain. Tom began to thrust more aggressively.

Chris watched in awe. His own hand instinctively stroking his own dick.

Tom was thrusting harder and faster. Both teenboys were sweating. Tom pulled back enough that the tip of his dick was at the edge of Reece's hole. He then thrust it forward with authority. After several moments of this pattern, Tom's lean body tensed up. His hips thrust forward with intensity. He bite his lip. BANG!! Like a gun, load after load shot from his stiff dick into Reece's tight ass. It was a powerful orgasm.

When Tom's body finally relaxed again he lay his head on Reece's muscular back.

"Oh, god, that was good." Tom said rubbing Reece's ass cheeks and kissing the back of his neck.

Reece rolled over. They were side by side kissng each other and gently rubbing each other's bodies.

Chris stood up and walked over to them. "Wow" was all he could say. His own big dick was pressing against his shorts.

Tom and Reece both looked up at Chris. "Looks like somebody wants to come out and play." Tom said reaching for Chris' shorts. Reece jumped up and pulled Chris' shirt off. Chris young, manly, mature physique was a testament to his own sports competitiveness.

Tom and Reece were aghast to see Chris'  manhood. Eight Inches of rock hard, thick, uncut, beef jerky. He had a thick patch of black pubic hair and two big hanging balls.

"Impressive!!" Tom said smiling at Chris.

"Go ahead." Tom said getting on all fours and wiggling his ass at Chris.

Chris was still a little hesitant.

"Go ahead" Reece assured him, "Just do it."

Chris' dick was oozing gobs of pre-cum. He bent over behind Tom's cute round ass. Chris pushed his dickhead towards Tom's hole. Without much hesitation, he pushed it in. Tom grimaced a little. He was not used to such a big one.

Chris started thrusting in and out. His natural sexual instincts took over. Reece own dick was rock hard once again. (Reece himself give a whole new definition to the game of  Endurance.) He stood to the side of Tom and Chris. His dick was looking Chris in the eye.

Chris continued to pump Tom's sweet ass. The testosterone filled the jungle air. He figured "what the hell." He opened his mouth and started sucking on Reece's dick. At first it was a little tricky to do both deeds, but being the athlete that he is, Chris managed to get the hang of it.

Chris thrust in and out of Tom's cute ass as his lips gingerly caressed Reece's stiff dick. He was a natural. Tom and Reece were both enjoying it. Reece was pumping his own dick in and out of Chris' mouth. It was a three way sex fest.

Chris gave one last powerful thrust. His dick swelled to full capacity and then exploded!! As his dick burst forth with cum his lips tightly locked around Reece's hot hard shaft.Tom never had so much cum shot up his ass before.

Within seconds of Chris' own orgasim, Reece shot his load into Chris' mouth. Chris spit it out though, he wasn't impressed with the taste.

All three boys sort of fell unto the blanket and on top of one another. Legs,arms, soft dicks and balls intertangled. Their young, sexy, sweaty, nude bodies lay exhausted under the night sky.

"So Chris," Reece said looking at him and rubbing Chris' chest "What do you think?"

"Yeah, Chris," Tom said rubbing Chris' legs, "What do you think?"

Chris looked at both of them. He smiled that sexy smile of his and said. " I think I'm really going to like this new alliance."

[ So what did you think? e-mail Mitch at Atticus18@webtv.net ]

Nick Jonas and Taylor

Taylor wanders through the throng, hands tucked into his pockets as he
looks for someone to hang with. He spots a few familiar faces, but most
seem to have already split off into impenetrable cliques.

Taylor's passing through the ridiculously ornate living room when he hears
a familiar voice, just behind him. He turns and finds Nick Jonas facing
down a couple of older ladies in business suits.

"I'm sorry, that's not something I'm willing to discuss. If you aren't
interested in cleared topics, perhaps you should move on." Nick's voice is
soft, but there's a coldness, a determination about him that makes one of
the women literally take a step back.

Taylor's caught. He's never met Nick, but he's heard an earful about the
kid from Selena, and none of it good. Taylor believes in reserving
judgment, but it's difficult when you know so much.  He's reluctantly
impressed though as he observes Nick calmly and politely check the
aggressive execs from Seventeen Magazine, again and again.

One lady leaves and comes back with a couple of glasses of punch. She hands
one to Nick and then thanks him for his time, thanks him for attending. She
swivels on her heel and Taylor realizes he's been spotted as both ladies
move towards him.

"Taylor, dear! Hello and welcome. I'm Alexandra Pittenson, editor-in-chief
for Seventeen, and this is Sandy Edwards, head of production design for our
website," Alexandra pauses, but before Taylor can respond, she runs a hand
down his chest and says, "Oh! This is the suit you wore on the Tonight
Show, isn't it? Excellent choice."

"I- T-thank you," Taylor stutters, embarrassed and flustered. He left his
bodyguard outside, thinking he'd have no need for security inside the
party...possibly, that was a mistake.

"Taylor, hi!"

All three of them turn to Nick, who's just sort of shoved himself into
their little circle, between Taylor and his assailants.

Nick offers the ladies a closed-mouthed smile and says, "I'm sorry, but I
just remembered something really important I need to ask Taylor."

He doesn't wait for their permission, he just takes Taylor's elbow and
pulls him into the next room.

Once they're out of sight, Taylor laughs and clamps a hand onto Nick's
shoulder.

"Wow. Thank you, man!"

Nick offers him a crooked grin and shrugs. "I've been there...though I
can't believe she actually groped you."

"Women are...well, I've been learning a lot about them since New Moon came
out. They can be pretty wild."

"Oh? What's changed since your movie came out?" Clearly Nick hasn't seen
it.

Taylor starts to tell him about all the shirtless-ness, but Nick abruptly
holds up his drink.

"Here, I can't drink it."

"Why not?" Taylor takes the punch a little warily.

"I'm pretty sure it's got sugar and I'm diabetic," Nick explains. "I'm
sorry, you were saying?"



Taylor's not sure how long they've been talking when it hits. His eyelids
go heavy and his skin starts to feel tight, overhot. Nick is going on
excitedly about a softball team he started over the summer, and Taylor
can't look away from his mouth. Nick's a crooked-talker, which is adorable,
and he's got these full, almost red lips that look really soft.

Without thinking, Taylor cups Nick's cheek, brushes his thumb across Nick's
open mouth.

Nick recoils and knocks Taylor's hand away, but even feeling all weird and
spaced out, Taylor's able to catch Nick's wrist. He twists it behind Nick's
back and pins Nick to the wall.

"Mnnn," he hums, face pressed to Nick's soft curls. They smell good. Nick
smells good and he's slender but solid under Taylor, which is nice.

"Taylor...Taylor!" Nick's urgent tone finally pierces the fog around
Taylor's mind.

He pulls back, looks Nick in the eye and releases Nick immediately when he
sees that the other boy's actually scared.

"Sorry, sorry," he slurs, frowning in confusion.

He doesn't know what came over him. He tries to straighten Nick's suit
jacket, but Nick moves to the side, away from Taylor, hands raised.

"It's fine, really." Nick's using this soothing voice, but Taylor knows he
messed up.

He stumbles forward and presses his face to the wall, and wow, that feels

good; the wall is so cool.

"Hey, Taylor. Taylor? Are you all right, man?"

Nick's there again, at his elbow, so Taylor forces his eyes open. He blinks
blearily at Nick as Nick frowns at him, obviously worried.

"Hmm?" Taylor prompts.

"Are you feeling okay? You don't look so good."

Nick lifts a soft, dry palm to Taylor's cheek and Taylor sighs, "Nick,
you're so sweet. Not like Selena said."

"Is everything all right?" Some lady asks from behind Taylor.

He's too lazy to turn around and see who it is. Instead he watches Nick as
Nick talks to her.  "I don't know. Can you call a doctor? I think he's
sick."

"Oh no! I hope not, but...yes, of course I'll call someone. Why don't you
take him to one of the bedrooms? The third one on the left, down that
hallway. I'll have the doctor meet you there."

Nick nods at her and wedges himself under Taylor's arm, one hand tight on
Taylor's waist.

Taylor leans on him heavily as they make their way down the hall. He could
probably walk fine on his own, but he likes having Nick so close, likes
touching Nick.

When they reach their destination, Nick pushes him back onto the bed, but
Taylor pulls Nick down on top of him.

"Hahaha. Okay, let me up. Now." Nick's probably not kidding, but Taylor
can't let him go.

Taylor gets a hand on Nick's ass and pushes, grinding Nick against his
erection.

"Whoah!" Nick starts fighting in earnest and Taylor flips them, pins Nick
so easily.

He's got Nick's wrists twisted behind his back again, so Nick's arched up
into him, staring at Taylor through narrowed eyes. His mouth is open on
harsh, panting breaths and his cheeks are red, curls falling loose around
his face, perfect skin all sweaty-sparkly.

"You- Didn choo kiss Slena on the firs date?"

"Are you drunk? No, you only had--" Nick's brows draw together and he cocks
his head, like he's thinking, then his eyes go wide. "That drink! There was
something in the drink I gave you."

Taylor doesn't really care, he just wants Nick's mouth. On his. Right now.




Nick feels terrible. He'd just been trying to help Taylor--save him from
the vultures--and now Taylor's drugged, and it's all Nick's fault. So, when
Taylor kisses him, Nick lets it happen.  Maybe if Nick doesn't fight, just
lies back, Taylor will lose interest and just fall asleep. He looks sleepy,
but his dick is hard, a thick line of heat digging into Nick's hip.

Nick closes his eyes and breathes through his nose as Taylor licks and
bites his lips, breath smelling of fruit punch. He's trying to shift his
weight off his wrists when he hears the door open.

Oh, thank God, he thinks as Ms. Pittenson and a swarthy, doctor-looking man
enter. They pause just inside the door, shock clear on their faces, and
Nick tears his mouth free.

"Get him off, please," Nick begs, closing his eyes again as Taylor groans
and ruts into him.

"Oh my!" Ms. Pittenson exclaims, just before Nick feels Taylor pulled away.

"Oh, c'mon. L've us'lone," Taylor whines, hands hard on Nick's
wrists. "Jus- just wan'im to suck me."

Nick's face is on fire, or at least, that's how it feels. He can't look at
anyone as they pry Taylor completely off him. Nick jumps to his feet once
he's free and Taylor faceplants onto the bed, groaning theatrically about
how all he wants is Nick's mouth, why can't he have it?

Nick starts to back out of the room, but the doctor straightens up and
motions Nick closer.

"Keep an eye on him, while I check Nick," the doctor tells Ms. Pittenson,
who's sitting beside Taylor, stroking his back.

Nick frowns at both of them and follows the doctor over to the dressing
table.  "Doctor?" Nick prompts.

"Carbonell," the man offers, taking a syringe out of his bag.

"I'm fine, really, but..." Nick puts his back to the bed and whispers, "I
don't know if Ms.  Pittenson can be trusted to watch Taylor."

The doctor raises his eyebrows and glances over at Ms Pittenson. "Oh, and
why not? She seems genuinely concerned for him- oh!"

Nick turns, alarmed by the doctor's change of expression, and Carbonell
wraps an arm around Nick's chest, trapping Nick to him, Nick's arms pinned
at his side.

"Shouldn't have given him your drink, Nick. You just made things a lot more
difficult than they had to be."

"What? You...what's going on here?" Nick struggles, but he can't break the
doctor's hold either.  He hates being small.

"Stay still, or you're really going to get hurt." There's enough menace in
Carbonell's tone to make Nick freeze up. "Good boy," he mutters, just
before Nick feels a sharp prick at his neck.

The drug hits Nick much faster, having been injected straight into his
bloodstream, and Nick droops in the doctor's arms. He can't focus, can't
make sense of what's happening. He's vaguely aware of being stripped
down--the cool air on his skin feels nice--and laid out on something soft.

"Nick...pretty Nick," someone whispers, mouth hot on Nick's cheek.

Nick forces his eyes open and sees Taylor's flushed face close to his.

"Hey," Nick drawls, smiling, happy that it's Taylor touching him and not
the lady or scary doctor.

"Oh," Taylor says, eyes heavy on Nick's mouth. He shifts, moving to cover
Nick completely, and Nick groans. He can't help it; he's never been
all-the-way naked with someone before. He can't believe how good it
feels. Taylor's skin is hot, like Nick's, and smooth, though he's a little
hairier than Nick.

"Taylor," he breathes, wrapping his arms around Taylor and arching into the
bigger boy, legs spread to cradle Taylor's hips.

"Nhhh--" Taylor takes his mouth again and this time Nick opens to him
eagerly.

Nick's head spins and his dick aches, trapped low against his belly as
Taylor ruts against him. He kneads at the taut, shifting muscle in Taylor's
back, sucks on Taylor's tongue and rocks up into Taylor's thrusts. They're
both sweaty and shaking, and Nick wonders if Taylor's ever done this
before.

Taylor breaks the kiss, dragging his mouth down across Nick's jaw and
throat before he sits up.  He's flushed, chest heaving as looks down at
Nick, thumbing Nick's moles and touching Nick's sweat-damp curls.

"What?" Nick asks, not understanding why Taylor had to go so far away.

Taylor shrugs and smooths his palms down Nick's chest, pausing at Nick's
belly. It's pretty flat when Nick's on his back, but the skin there is
still softer than most of the rest of Nick. Taylor's touch is too much,
feels too good. Nick gasps and digs his head back into the pillow, reaching
for his dick.

Taylor makes a displeased little sound and Nick looks down at him.

Taylor knocks Nick's hand aside and grips his dick, starts working Nick
with strong, hard pulls, and Nick fists the sheets, loses himself in all
that good feeling. He starts talking, all these ridiculous words pouring
out of him as Taylor milks his dick.




"S'perfect, 'mazing...Taylor, nghhh--" Nick fucks his pink dick into
Taylor's hand, and as Taylor starts to come back to himself, it's easy to
tell just how far gone Nick is. "N'ver had a guy- oh, do this. S'much
better."

Nick's gasping little confessions are killing Taylor. He knows he should
stop, but he's never been with a guy like this and Nick--sweaty and flushed
and wild under him--Nick is doing more for him than any girl ever has. He's
heard so much about Nick Jonas being a control freak, it's completely
mind-blowing to see Nick fall apart this way.

So Taylor drops down and pins Nick's slender, pale hips, lifts Nick's dick
and drags his tongue over the tip.

"Ah!" Nick cries out, his whole body jerking with the shock of it, and
Taylor tastes him again, amazed by Nick's responsiveness.

He traps Nick's leg between his thighs, rubbing his erection against Nick
as he sucks the head of Nick's dick into his mouth. Nick sounds like he's
crying, whimpers shaking his frame as he clutches any bit of Taylor he can
reach. Taylor closes his eyes, wincing when Nick pulls his hair a little
too hard. He doesn't stop though, just works a bit more of Nick past his
lips. Taylor runs his tongue around the shaft, licking curiously at the
salty, sweaty flesh, breathing hard through his nose. Taylor's as wrecked
as Nick, his dick jerking and spurting pre-come--marking Nick's thigh,
balls dragging heavy and hot over Nick's knee--as Taylor rides him.

Nick stops all of the sudden--stops breathing, stops moving--and the next
thing Taylor knows his mouth is flooded with spunk. He chokes and pulls
off, and Nick lets out a great gasp as he finishes, losing his load in hard
pulses against Taylor's face. Taylor wipes it from his eyes and raises up,
wrapping his spunk-covered hand around his aching dick. He starts to jerk
himself, desperate to come, but Nick sits up--panting,
barely-recovered--and gestures Taylor further up the bed.

"C'mere," Nick mutters, tugging at Taylor and then pushing him onto his
back.

Taylor flops back shakily and opens his legs, biting his lip as Nick rolls
atop him and then slides down, putting his sweet mouth right on Taylor.

"Ohhhh," Taylor moans, breath hitching as he watches Nick Jonas suck
him. He clutches Nick's curls and Nick glances up. "Oh God," he whines,
dropping his head back as his balls draw up and his orgasm hits like a
punch to the gut, almost too hard to be good.
Just because I love Logan
Taylor wakes when a beam of sunlight hits his eyes, finds himself in a
strange bed, wrapped up in someone else. They're both sweaty and sort of
stuck together, and the other person is definitely a guy; he's spooning
Taylor, dick nestled right up against Taylor's ass. Taylor's heart starts
to race. His head is pounding and his mouth is dry, a thick, sour taste on
his tongue.

He tries to work himself free without disturbing the other guy, but it's
impossible and just as he slides to the floor he hears a groan.

He kneels next to the bed and lifts his head, meeting Nick Jonas' bleary
but horrified gaze.

Nick pushes himself up and Taylor just stares. He does not know how they
got here, but Nick's all soft and unguarded, naked. Pale, smooth skin
peppered with moles and freckles, curls a mess, cheeks flushed from sleep.

He licks his lips and croaks, "What happened?" He looks around the strange
room. "How did I get here?" He meets Taylor's gaze again and his voice
drops to a whisper. "What did we do?"

Taylor shakes his head. "I have no idea."

Nick drops his gaze and suddenly seems to become aware of his own
nakedness.

He scrambles for the sheet, covering himself before he stands, muttering
something about how he has to get home. Taylor grabs the other sheet and
wraps it around his hips, painfully aware of the dried come all over his
belly, between his legs. He watches Nick hobble toward the bathroom and
feels his face flame. Oh. He takes a few experimental steps, but no, his
ass feels fine.

He checks the bedside table and finds a room service menu. Apparently
they're at the downtown Sheraton--God only knows how they got here. He
hears the shower turn on and starts working his way through the rest of the
room. He finds their clothes in a duffle bag in the closet, along with a
blank dvd in a generic jewel case. There's a note in the bottom of the bag.


Wonderful work, boys. Think of talking to anyone and you will be sorry;
we'll release the recording at the first sign of police involvement.  Go
back to your picture-perfect lives, we'll be in touch when the time is
right.

Writing Tips Blog

I opened a second blog for writing tips.
http://writingonthewall101.blogspot.com/

He wants you to check it out.

If you are interested in writing yourself, you should check it out from time to time! I plan to put a lot in that will help the creative mind or not so creative mind open a door to their own talents.

Thirty Days of Hell to Get to Heaven

(This is going to be a longer work. I'll give you each day as I finish writing it. Hope you all enjoy.)

Day One

On my back, I was naked in bed with a thin sheet covering my lower half, Bible on my bedside table, my asshole still burning from the night before, contemplating how I let myself go down that road. Next to me was a guy that my memory can’t register a name to. The sunlight shouted from the window, reminding me of my headache. Too many drinks consumed the night before. At least the guy looked pretty decent. I hardly remember him ramming himself into me over and over. At that point, I was just going through the motions. Dust covered my Bible.

I woke the guy up next to me and politely told him that he needed to leave because my brother was due to show up at any time. He nodded and gathered his clothing, putting it on in a hurry. My stomach lurched, knowing it was a dance he knew well. A condom at my shoe relaxed my tension. As he rushed out the door, he told me he’d text me later that day. His eyes had a gleam of hope in them. Four years had only brought me heartache. Boys used me and tossed me to the dumpster. No, he thought I was adorable. Before he could break my heart, I’d let him down easily and he’d be fucking another guy the next night.

Drew, my brother, was still at church with—

I took a shower before he would arrive. Tiny farts escaped me, allowing my asshole to tighten back to normal. Even though there was still a light hint of cologne lingering on me, my body smelled rank of cigarette smoke and sweat. The shower was much needed. Extra hot water turned my skin red. Days like that, I wanted to make sure I was extra clean.

After I finished washing myself, I let the water pour over me. Pressing my hands together, I almost prayed. No. I stopped doing the church thing. Eighteen years of putting my full heart and soul into it, I gave it all up the day I came out and was kicked out of the house. Two years of deep Bible studies under the Lutheran tradition to get confirmed down the drain. Apparently, “on earth as it is in heaven” does not include being gay. The most loving man in the world, my father, turned his back on me. So, I turned my back on the Heavenly Father. For years I struggled to make it on my own, but at twenty-two, I’ve brought myself up well enough to maintain my car and studio apartment.

Shutting off the water, I reached for my towel and dried myself off. My body felt fresh again. Even the red was subsiding back into the pale of my skin-tone. I wrapped the towel around my waist. After applying deodorant, I went into the kitchen to make coffee and downed a full cup of water. It threatened to come back up, but I kept it down. I went back into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Sputters came from the coffee-maker as a loud kick sounded at my door. Still in my towel and toothbrush hanging out of my mouth, I answered. Drew had a box in his arms. One of his eighteen-year-old friends followed him in. So many guys have seen me naked at this point, it doesn’t embarrassed me like it used to when guys would take advantage of how naive I was when I first went searching for a boyfriend, just for them to say they had a boyfriend but would break up with him for me.

“Thanks for bringing someone unannounced,” I snapped at my brother a bit. My vexation was held by wondering what he had brought me. Since I was kicked out, I never returned to my house. There is still a bit of my old stuff in my room, which was the taboo part of the house and no one went in it, except when my brother would get some of the stuff and put it in his car. He was also in the habit of getting his mom to buy clothing that he knew I might like and bring it over to me. He was shorter than I, but his muscles made us the same size shirt.

“I’m Brad.” The friend extended an hand out to me. He was my six foot height, but he was just as muscular or more than Drew. I couldn’t believe a high school kid was wanting to shake a hand of a homo in only his towel.

“Matt,” I offered. My hand gripped his. The shake nearly broke my hand because he gripped me hard, seeming to take pleasure in my wincing.

After I let go, I went over to my closet and put my clothing on for the day. I didn’t really care if they saw me naked. Drew has probably seen me naked before. And they were both jocks, so they surely both saw naked men. However, I could feel Brad’s lustful eye on me, while Drew busied himself with the box he brought me.

Once I put all my clothes on, which had astoundingly turned into a button-up shirt with a V-neck under it, and a very nice pair of jeans, Drew stopped busying himself and gave me a pouty look. I instantly knew he wanted something.

“Matt.” He itched the back of his head. His tie looked tight against his neck. “Brad here is interested in art.”

Brad slightly coughed in reply.

“Actually music.” Drew darted an annoyed glance at him. “Anyway, I was telling him about the art show that you told me about and he wants to see it.”



I finally nodded because I was finding it hard to not do what this beautiful boy in front of me wanted. And that made me cringe. After I got kicked out of my house, I stayed with one of my friends for a month. During that time, I was looking for a job and getting screwed with by guys. I wanted to go to college and when I was looking around with an art portfolio in hand, an art professor stopped me and took a look at my work. He then made me an offer I couldn’t turn down. He told me if I would live with him, do his house-work for him, and occasionally give him his sexual desires, he would find me scholarships and pay for anything school-related that they didn’t cover. That year, I worked, building up a bank account. He had a room for me, so I didn’t actually have to pay for anything more than my phone. It gave me enough money to get my car.

As we walked toward the gallery building, my mind twisted in thoughts. I stayed a few good paces ahead of the other two, until Drew asked me what was wrong.

“I have an art history test on Thursday that I really need to start studying for,” I confessed. My pace slowed and the two boys flanked me. Brad’s arm brushed up against mine. Glancing over at him, I slightly smiled. He seemed at ease as he walked, slight excitement concealed in his eyes.

“Procrastinating again?” Drew asked.

Brad slightly frowned. The air was starting to feel a little to warm for October.

Lucky for me, I didn’t have to answer my brother because we were at the gallery. I opened the door for the other two boys. Together we all walked into the building. Again, I lead the way to the gallery, flinching at the thought of Brad seeing my work.

We all separated. I studied some of my collogue’s work. To me, it all seemed soulless and amateur. My eyes lingered over to one of the finest pieces of work in the room: Brad. Even through his shirt, I could tell that he spent a lot of time sculpting his body. He was transfixed on one of my pieces. My heart pounded in my throat as I made my way over to it, my footsteps sounding loud on the wood floor.

The painting in question: one of my most brutal carvings into my soul. If you thought that Freda had tortured and horrific paintings, then you would never be prepared for the terrible sight of this. It would be a mess to even try to explain it in words. I wouldn’t bore you with those details anyway.

“This is astounding,” Brad commented, never tearing his eyes away from it, as he inspected every square inch of it.

“Tell me about it,” I replied, trying to keep all my focus on him while ignoring my baby brother’s impatient footsteps, as he moved from painting to painting rapidly.

Brad pointed to the very center. A black hole that was sucking the rest of the painting into it. “That’s the artist.” His finger circled around it. “Each of these are his or her pains.” He pointed out individual things and commented. “Being used. Being abandoned. Feeling loveless. Fear.” He continued on, pinpointing every last detail of my life, horrifically.

“You’re pretty good at interpretation.”

Finally he looked at me. “It’s yours isn’t it?”

My eyes widened, as my mouth began to feel very dry. No words could come to me. We moved onto a few paintings that weren’t mine. His vision of them made me less critical. His words were fluently beautiful about each.

Immersed in what Brad was telling me about one of the paintings, I didn’t notice Drew come up behind us. “Are you two almost done yet? I’m bored as hell.”

Anger filled me. It had been so long since I’d seen someone so brilliant and passionate that I couldn’t believe my brother was suggesting to leave. When I cooled a little, I remembered that my brother was ignorant—not stupid, but ignoring—toward art. Flicking my wrist at him, I said, “Go, if you want. I can take Brad home.” My stupid mouth. I quickly looked to affirm with Brad that he would be cool with it.

Keeping his face still, Brad nodded and told Drew he could go. As Drew walked out, Brad slid a backpack off that he had been wearing the whole time that I hadn’t even noticed. He pulled out a notebook and wrote a few names and artists names down. With small notes that I couldn’t read.

“Let me get some notes, and we’ll go back to your place so you can study for your test, and I can write my paper while it’s fresh in my head.” It seemed like a question and a statement at the same time.

Happy to be spending more time with him, I quickly agreed. I was in the early stages of feeling the small desire to do anything to just be around him. Which sent a huge warning in my head. First of all, he was still in high school. Secondly, gay relationships are a complete joke. But having sex with him—my stomach dropped. For once, sex felt wrong. And not just because of his age. I furrowed my eyebrows from confusion.

Brad suddenly snapped his notebook shut and turned to me. “Oh, you want me out of your hair, don’t you?”

I took a step toward him. “No. Not at all. Just thinking.”

Finally, Brad let out a true grin. “I’m ready to go back to your place then.” He quickly turned his back to me and headed out the door. His bubble butt was luscious.

As we walked back to my apartment, we talked about him being in football, president of his class for student council, playing the trumpet, and me about art school and how successful the sales on my paintings were (not that I was bragging). Normal stuff. Even if I did feel like his blue eyes were piercing through me.

Back at my apartment, he quickly sat at my two-person kitchen table that sat up high so your feet couldn’t touch the floor and started to write a paper based off of his notes. As to not disturb him, I got out my laptop and started working on studying my painting slides. With such a gorgeous boy sitting next to me, I had a hard time concentrating.

My stomach growled, helping me remember that I had not eaten anything yet, so I got up and fixed Brad and me a quick dinner of hamburgers and mac & cheese.

He closed his notebook about the time that I plated the food and brought it over to him. “I only have ketchup, I hope that’s okay.”

Brad smiled and thanked me.

Over dinner we had some more good conversation. Only, he started asking me very personal questions about being gay.

“Why all the questions about me being gay, Brad?” I asked curiously.

Brad scooped up some food and took a bite then shook his head. “You really don’t remember me, do you?”

Much like an art history test, I went through slides in my head of the past. As far as I knew, Brad and I had never crossed paths before that day. “If so, I’m afraid you’ll have to help me out some.”

“We were married at recess. And you used to tongue kiss me on the playground when you were in fifth grade.”

I looked him over. He must have been joking with me. “You’re that Brad. No way!”

He gave me a secure nod back. “In fact, I am.”

My heart skipped a beat. The Brad I made out with was a little rag-tag first-grader, who wore clothes that were too big for his frail, skinny body. His teeth all had gaps in them. But he was still cute back then. “I don’t know if I should say sorry or what there.” I felt off balance and sat down.

“Actually.” He kind of blushed. “I’ve thought about you almost every day of my life. It just took me this long to finally ask Drew about you.”

I pinched my thigh to make sure I was still awake. Yep, I was. The pain was there with that pinch. “I’m still in an unsure-what-to-say place.”

Brad got up and took the plates in the kitchen. He rinsed them and placed them in the dishwasher. “Study,” he told me, with a strange gleam in his eyes. I did as he commanded, while he did my dishes. What a sweet boy. Certainly someone I could get used to. But a darkness crept in my heart. God didn’t let me have anything good. So, why should I hope things would be different. Surely, he was just putting on a show and was going to get back at me for kissing him when he was a kid. Probably even straight.

When he finished, he walked over and put his chin on my shoulder, looking at the slides. Under each one had the information in small print that I covered up when I quizzed myself.

“Wanna make this more interesting?” He whispered in my ear. Which tickled, so I plunged my finger into it.

“What do you have in mind?” If I turned my head, I could just kiss him. But I couldn’t.

He wrapped his arms around my middle. “How about, I’ll quiz you. If you get an answer right, I take a piece of clothing off. If you get it wrong, then you have to take a piece of clothing off?”

Cruel world. How dare you bring this into my life. Of course, I accepted this challenge right away, knowing full well I was about to be naked in front of him. But then, I already had been earlier that day.

He started at the beginning. Thank God for good old Mona Lisa. His shoes both came off because I knew both the title and the artist.. However, when I couldn’t produce the year, one of my shoes came off. It would have been nice if the next painting would have been Starry Night, but instead, all I knew was that the painting in question was created by Turner.

As Brad’s shirt came off—revealing his tight eight-pack abs (fuck)—he told me that maybe I should do my shirt button by button.

About half way through the slides, I was naked and Brad had only removed his socks. I was sucking this set of slides up. “Now what?” My penis was threatening to get hard.

Brad shrugged.

“How about I have to suck your penis for a minute any time I get one wrong?” I suggested with a sly grin.

“No. That’s a reward for you too.” It wasn’t mean. Just as a passing thought. His eyes roamed down to the floor. “How about, if you get it wrong, you have to suck one of my toes?”

I frowned. Feet were so gross. But the worshipers love to do it. And I wouldn’t so much mind worshiping Brad. There was a small twinge inside me when I thought of the word worship.

“That’s it then.”

As soon as he changed slides, I was sucking on his big toe. It was really weird feeling in my mouth. It was fat and stubby. Something like a horrifying cock. Right away, I was onto the next one. I managed to get his pants off of him, but he had basketball shorts on under them. Damn it!

Once he finished the slides, I had finished off cleaning his entire feet. Of course, I had a raging boner. It was actually the first time I’ve ever been embarrassed about having a boner.

“I’ve got an idea.” The evil look on his face scared me a bit. “I’ll make you a bet. If you can get forty percent of the information from the slides correct, I stay the night here and hold you all night. If you don’t, you have to be my slave for thirty days.”

The math did not add up right. He wanted for me to give myself to him completely for thirty days, in comparison to one night of cuddling? Not right. “I don’t know these enough. And those’s not really fair Day


Brad rubbed them, taunting me. He agreed to my final terms and gave me an hour to study, while he listed to his IPOD. I swear, I’ve never studied that hard for something in my life. Yet, the whole time that I was studying, I was thinking about the boy in the room with me, who was staring at my cork board intently. I was a bit embarrassed because my most recent HIV negative certificate from a week ago hung on the board as a way to let guys know I was safe. So, that distracted me just enough to give me only thirty-five percent of the questions correct.

“Slave for thirty days.” Brad reminded me. “Today is day one. You’re lucky.”

I was feeling terribly lucky. Being someone’s slave again didn’t make me feel very excited. But being Brad’s slave... I don’t know, it seemed like something interesting.

Brad stepped right in front of me. Still naked, I was instantly excited. When his basketball shorts were right against my penis, the silky feeling made me completely hard. His face was an inch from mine. “Kiss me like you used to,” he said with a breath of a whisper.

I obeyed. Holding his face, I kissed him. His lips were so soft and supple. Mine couldn’t have been that soft. They were probably chapped. I pressed my tongue in his mouth and awkwardly fished around. I listened for a response but got nothing.

He stepped back. Disappointment filled his eyes. “You’ve lost your passion...” He yawned. “I’m going to bed. You sleep naked tonight. No blankets. You can hold me for warmth.”

He kept the tv on as he curled up in my blankets and pulled them away from where I would be able to access them. I felt bad that he was in my sex bed. I got into the bed and rubbed his back. “You better be naked and not under the blankets when I wake up, Matthew.” The way he used my full first name put chills down my spine.

“Yes sir.” Sir? What the eff?

Before I knew it, light breathes came from him. He was asleep. I shut the tv and lights off, so he could sleep. I started to shiver and held him tight for warmth. Not much more came to me though. This is what I deserved. Turning away from my beliefs had been a chilling experience.