Fanfiction

I believe that fanfiction is an amazing way for people to start writing or for people who just love it but don't have any other reasons for wanting to write. That said, I'd like to give a link to one of my favorite fanfictions of all times. It is a Harry Potter fanfiction, and it is between Harry and Draco. I, personally, don't love the pair of them together; however, this tale is so chilling and sexy that I feel like anyone who doesn't know about it should, in fact, know about it. It is called Irresistible Poison.

Artwork inspired by Irresistible Poison

http://www.fictionalley.org/authors/rhysenn/IP.html

Gay Bar Thoughts

Over this past weekend, I went to the gay bar with an older friend of mine. We both live in rather small towns neighboring one another. So, from time to time, we venture out into the big city to go out. Mostly to relax and check out guys. Now, both of us can be rather shy. I somewhat overcome that with a little liquid courage. But still, I find two things rather obnoxious.

1. If you were to go to a gay bar with a group of friends or just a friend, that does not mean you are together. As soon as everyone sees my friend and I, they all assume that he is my sugar daddy. By no means is it like that. In fact, we are only friends who like to get out of our small towns and do something adventurous, as I mentioned above. So, just because two people are out together, don't assume they are automatically together, please.

2. Now, as I've been told by others, I am of an attractive quality. Not amazingly hott like Zac Effron, Channing Tatum, or whomever celebrity or otherwise you fancy. But I do have a cute quality about me that makes heads turn from time to time. (I'm trying my hardest to not sound like an ego case.) Anyway, I find myself vexed and perplexed that many guys will not say a word to me, even if I know they want to. It feels either they are not interested, which is okay and I understand. Or, and this is the problem, they are interested and feel they are less that worthy to talk to me. However! I honestly will talk to anyone. Never be afraid to talk to someone because you never know. And in reality, I am tired of always being the one to walk up to someone else. It's exhausting. If you get turned down, don't let that scare you, it's just opening you up to someone else in the place.

These are just some thoughts I have. Please don't judge a book by its cover before you take the chance to know a person. For you never know what amazing things the pages of someone's life has to offer you.

College Story (AMAZING)

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Enough Childishness

/This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons—living or dead—is coincidental.
Woven into the plot of this story is violent sex between three underage boys. If for some reason you have stumbled upon this story without knowledge of being in the gay section, and you are disagreeable to that sort of thing or you are within an illegal age to read such a work, please be on your way to something else.
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Enough Childishness
By: Ivan Adams

    Dartenian was used to years of being made fun of by his peers, but recently—his junior year of high school—his classmates were becoming more brave in their bullying of him, especially “IT” couple Marvin and Julia. No matter how many records he broke in the water since he started swimming when he was in eight grade, the people in his class—minus a few of his friends—never really stopped picking on him. The problem was that he was short. The shortest guy in his class, to be exact. That made him an easy target, despite him getting more and more buff as he started to work out in the off seasons. If he wasn’t so passive, he might have beat a few of the weaker kids up that threw digs at him. Being seventeen, he felt beyond high school drama and found himself getting mixed into dreams of college. But he was always pulled back in by his geeky freshman brother, Spencer.

    It was Friday night and Dartenian’s parents were having their “date night,” leaving him in charge of making mac and cheese for his younger brothers. Spencer was fifteen and could easily have made something for himself, but usually sat on the couch with their nine-year-old, unexpected brother, Quinton.
    The water came to a boil, and Dartenian heard the theme song to Avatar the Last Airbender coming from the livingroom. Oh hell no! They are not watching that again! He thought to himself as he poured the mac into the pot, stirring it and accidentally humming along as the girl of the show talked about the four elements or some bull. Dartenian rubbed his aching right biceps with his left hand. He tried his hardest to forget about the cartoon rearing its ugly head in the livingroom.
    If Spencer would just get his head out of those damned comic books at school, Dartenian wouldn’t get so much grief. Somehow Spencer was immune from the name-calling to his face, but Dartenian heard enough about him every day at school to make him cringe and cower from the social aspects of school.
    When the pasta was finished, he poured the water down the drain and added everything back to the pot. “Dinner,” he yelled, barely stepping toward the doorway that connected the two rooms. He licked his slightly over-sized lips as his stomach growled.
    Spencer darted in and made up two quick bowls. His glasses slipped down his thin nose. Opening the refrigerator door, he grabbed two Pepsis from the bottom shelf. He balanced all that with forks hanging out the bowls in his lanky arms and was back in the livingroom before the commercials were even over.
    After making his own bowl up, Dartenian sat at the kitchen table and looked over his math homework he had already finished, checking each answer. If he could ace everything from this point on, he could maintain a high enough position in his class to get some good scholarships.
    He’d almost finished eating when the phone rang. The cordless was on the table, so he answered it. Marc, his best friend (a college guy that was helping him improve his swimming skills even more, and taught him a few other things along the way) rambled on about some Rube Goldberg project he was doing for his Physics 101 class. It sounded like that game Mouse Trap to Dartenian. Only, more complicated.
    When he hung up, he had finished eating and washed his bowl out in the sink. He knew, despite them both being skinny boys, his bothers would be finished eating as well. Before he made it to the livingroom, the phone rang again. Dartenian laughed, thinking that it was Marc needing some kind of supplies for his project, but when he answered a voice said, “hey Speedo Boy. How’s your fag brother?” The chilling snicker could only belong to Marvin. Dartenian hung up on him and fumed for a second. The nerve of him doing that to me! He paced the floor, balling up his fists. Light music hit his ears, coming from the livingroom. The noise infuriated him more. So, he rushed into the next room and grabbed his fifteen-year-old brother by the ear and dragged him off the couch by it. Quinton didn’t even look up from the television as Spencer squealed in pain, crying out “what did I do?”
    Now, Spencer was the tallest of the three, almost six feet tall. So, it was kind of awkward for Dartenian to drag him toward his room by his ear. But the boy pulled his head down and kept following. Normally he walked with perfect posture, so to be hunched over was relieving for Dartenian.
    “Stop it, Dar!” Spencer yell out as they trotted up the stairs.
    Quinton would stay in the livingroom and keep watching cartoons until Dartenian told him it was time to go to bed. So, he was going to use this time to make Spencer into a man instead of a boy.
    Dartenian pushed his brother down onto his bed. “Listen here, you little shit. I’m tired of getting my balls pinched because you refuse to grow up.”
    “Wha?” Spencer looked like his head might spin.
    “You’ve got to stop watching those damned cartoons and reading comics. At least at school.” Dartenian crossed his arms and looked like a bouncer, standing next to his door.
    “I like them.” Spencer’s head was hung low as he kicked his feet back and forth, making his curly, brown hair bounce.
    Dartenian wanted to scream at Spencer for acting like a child all the time. Then he looked in Spencer’s pure blue eyes and calmed down a little.
    He took a few large steps toward his bed and bent down and pulled out a few pornographic magazines he’d stolen from the local bookstore. Emerging out from under his bed, he slapped the glossy pages on Spencer’s jeans. “Here. Read these instead. They’re way more adult.”
    Dartenian stood in front of his brother, who had a puzzled look on his face, and waited for him to make some kind of reply. He hoped that Spencer would accept them since he already knew that Spencer was masturbating, unfortunately usually to some anime character under a blanket with Quinton right next to him. Somewhat disturbing for Dartenian.
    “This is weird,” Spencer finally said, not even touching the magazines.
    Oh god. Am I going to have to do everything for him? Dartenian plopped down on his bed next to his brother, causing Spencer to bounce about an inch off the bed and back on it. His glasses fell down slightly. One of the magazines slipped off onto the floor as he straightened them. The one on the floor had been a Penthouse. The one on top now was called Freshmen. Dartenian quickly picked up the Penthouse and put it back on the stack. Spencer brushed it to the side and picked up the next one, waving it in Dartenian’s face.
    “Explain please?” The younger and taller boy started to wriggle around in the bed uncomfortably, waiting for an explanation.
    “It was an accidental steal.” Dartenian shrugged it off, his shirt sleeves sliding up his biceps a little higher as the caught on the sides of his shirt. He intensely stared at his younger brother and placed his hand under the magazines and massaged his inner thigh. His chocolate-brown eyes melted over Spencer as he started to imagine what he might look like naked. Spencer had always been very private about being naked. So much so that when they went to the public pool, he would go into a restroom stall to get into his swim suite.
    “Wh-what do you w-want with me?” His left eye started twitching under his glasses, as if he were winking abundantly.
    Dartenian smirked as he felt the blood speed up and push a faster heartbeat through the leg he was gripping hard on. Even though a small part of him knew it was wrong, he could still feel a small rise in his penis.
    “I want you to stop acting so childish.” Dartenian’s voice became very authoritative. “Today, I’m going to make you into a man.”
    Spencer flinched at the callous words protruding from his older brother’s mouth. His eyes darted to the door. Dartenian knew he was better at math and calculating his chances of getting out of his room and into the livingroom before Dartenian could catch him. Spencer had long leg advantage, but Dartenian had athletic advantage. In a flash of a second, Spencer bolted toward the door. He got it opened and yelled down to Quinton for help before Dartenian caught him by his middle and dragged him back into the room and flung him on the bed, dazing him long enough for Dartenian to pull his dresser in front of his door. He leaned against the wall to listen for Quinton’s footsteps coming up the wooden stairs. When they didn’t, he darted across the room, running right out of his shoes and jumped up onto the bed, landing with his knees straddling Spencer’s body and barely plopping his round butt on Spencer’s stomach. He let out an “oph.”
    The boy under Dartenian was shaking and writhing around. Dartenian’s strong arms pinned the lanky arms down to the bed. As his face came closer to Spencer’s face, his body started to smooth out and lay on top of his brother’s body. The lower part of his butt brushed up against Spencer’s slightly hard prick. He could feel Spencer’s fast, swift breaths against his neck. It sent electricity through his body, driving him wild and bringing him to full attention.
    His lips lightly brushed against his brother’s soft, unmoving lips. He jerked his head up to see pure fear in those blue eyes. His grip started to loosen around the wrists of the beautiful boy in front of him. What am I doing to this poor boy?
    A pulsating cock brought him back to going for what he wanted, realizing what he had always wanted was right next to him. Those cartoons took all the attention away from him when Quinton was born. Before that, they were inseparable. It was Dartenian that wanted to be next to Spencer on the couch as he wanked to those morning cartoons. He could teach him what to really do with that tool of his. The boy under him started to squirm again as he leaned back in and hungrily devoured his lips, pressing his tongue into the other boy’s protesting mouth. He licked them to get them apart, just to meet to a protesting group of clinched teeth. Spencer turned his head. His eyes were painfully clinched shut. Dartenian brushed some of Spencer’s curly brown hair away from his ear and started to lick the edge of it down and around the slope, then back up.
    “You’re a sick fuck!” Spencer protested, yanking an arm free and pushed at Dartenian’s shoulder to get him off of him. When the older boy didn’t budge, his eyes opened in alarm. “I’ll tell mom and dad on you.” It was a fleeting protest that almost made Dartenian laugh, yet it still sent a panic through him.
    Never had Dartenian heard his brother say one cuss word, so he found himself letting go of his brother’s other arm and sat up on his now fully hard? cock. The next words that came out of his mouth, he knew he would regret. “Do you think mom and dad listen to half the shit you say? You talk about fucking cartoons and X-Men plots or whatever. You’re a moron, Spence. They’ll think you’re talking about Batman and Robin or some shit.”
    “I don’t read DC comics!” Spencer protested, coming up onto his elbows.
    That comment made Dartenian laugh so hard that he freed himself up to be pushed over by Spencer, who ran directly over to the dresser and tried to push it away but wasn’t strong enough.
    “Going somewhere?” Dartenian mocked him from the other side of the room.
    “Let me out and I promise I won’t tell.” Tears threatened to fall from his eyes.
    “I thought I’d made it clear you won’t tell anyway.” Dartenian got up from the bed and walked over to his little brother and gently held him around his middle.
    A new fear ran through Spencer’s eyes. “You’ll just prey on Quinton if I don’t do what you want, won’t you?”
    The thought had never occurred to Dartenian. He was beginning to realize how much he loathed his youngest brother and knew he could tell. That was where he was caught between a truth and a lie. If he told the truth, he’d have to let Spencer out of the room. So, he lied. “Yeah. And he won’t get it near as easily as I’m going to give it to you.”
    “I wish I was him,” Spencer muttered, then nodded. “I’ll do what you want. I’m not a fag, though.”
    Dartenian pulled down Spencer’s oversized pants, pulling the underwear off with it. When his nearly eight-inch cock flopped out, Dartenian said, “oh no, you’re totally straight,” sarcastically.
    Dartenian bobbed his head toward the bed, directing Spencer where to go. His whole body slouched over as he scuffed his feet toward the bed. His tight, little butt didn’t move the whole way. It was so amazingly cute that Dartenian wanted to just take a picture of it.
    “Sit!” Dartenian ordered.
    Spencer obeyed. He removed his glasses and placed them on his brother’s night stand. Dartenian ignored the thought that Spencer did that so he wouldn’t have to see what was happening.
    Dartenian swaggered over to his brother, trying to decipher in his head what he might do to him. Honestly, Spencer deserved to be punished by him because his existence at school was punishment enough for Dartenian. The closer Dartenian got, the harder Spencer clinched his eyes shut. His hands tightly balled up the sheets on Dartenian’s bed out of fear.
    Spencer’s cock caught Dartenian’s attention. It was wavering between hardening and softening. Excitement and fear colliding within his brother. The serge of excitement that went through Dartenian at his power over his brother thrilled him. Saliva dripped within his mouth as he began to hunger for Spencer’s cock. He knew it would be kind to give his brother the gift of a blow job, but it might actually keep him from telling.
    Dartenian stood directly in front of Spencer and slowly diminished down on his knees. His hands cupped closely around Spencer’s cock, never touching it. Right as he was leaning his head down to praise the glorious prick that had focused on shrinking instead, Dartenian noticed Spencer peeked one eye open and quickly shut it again.
    The shrinking started to become growing again. Spencer did not budge.
    Opening his mouth slightly, Dartenian’s tongue extended from within and lightly licked the tip of his brother’s cock. The soft skin was warm and tasted surprisingly sweet. He opened his mouth widely and took the whole tip into his mouth, encircling it with his tongue, paying careful attention to the triangle just under the tip of the bottom side. Taking a little more length into his mouth, he started to suck as he wriggled his tongue underneath. It grew to a full length inside of him, hitting the top of his throat, almost making him gag. He pulled his head up a little, brushing the bottom of Spencer’s Hollister shirt up with it. Dartenian dropped the cock out of his mouth, causing it to plunk up against Spencer’s bare bellybutton. He grabbed the shirt and pulled hard on it until the fabric started to rip at the seams. Spencer gasped and opened his eyes when the ripped shirt fell away from his body. He quickly covered his chest up with his arms. Dartenian slapped his arms away, but he was stubbornly keeping himself covered. So, the older brother gave him no choice by grabbing both of his wrists and pulling his arms up in the air.
    Exposed, Spencer’s skinny body was beautifully straight with no curve. There were very faint lines that drew abs on his hairless torso. His nipples were small and popped out perkily. Dartenian could only admire his brother for a long time. The awesome beauty in front of him made it hard for him to continue. It wasn’t long, though, before the wavy kink of dark underarm hair called to Dartenian. He ravaged one of the two armpits and delighted in the mixed taste of sweat and deodorant, causing Spencer to giggle slightly and squirm away.
    The movement away from Dartenian angered him, so he pushed his brother down onto his bed, knocking his head into the wall. It made a thud that Dartenian hoped Quinton wouldn’t hear. Standing up, Dartenian yanked his shirt off and tore down his jeans, leaving his cock to flop out of the hole in his boxers. He pulled some lube from his top dresser drawer—used for jacking off—and rubbed it on his cock After it was well-lubed, he got into his bed, on his knees and pulled Spencer’s legs apart and put them on his shoulders.
    “Please don’t,” Spencer muttered, slightly pulling away.
    Dartenian pulled himself close to Spencer’s ass and pushed his cock down to Spencer’s tight pink hole. He pushed the tip in and stopped, seeing Spencer’s eyes clinch shut again. His body remained completely motionless.
    “Let me just watch car—”
    The start of the word brought so much rage to Dartenian that he rammed his whole cock into Spencer’s asshole. As he pushed, he could feel the small rips and tears from within along the way. He ignored it, too busy clamping his hand over Spencer’s screeching mouth. He pulled out and pounded back in. Tears streamed out of Spencer’s eyes. “This” pound “is” pound “what” pound “you” pound pound “fucking” slowly pulled out and pounded back in “get.”
    Sensing that Spencer wouldn’t cry out, Dartenian removed his hand from his brother’s mouth. He caressed his cheek as he glided his hand down it, until he grabbed Spencer’s ankles and pulled his legs wide apart, using them to help him push in deeper.
    “You’re hurting me.” Spencer’s voice was raw.
    Dartenian ignored his words and kept rhythmically humping his brother.
    “Quinton help!” Spencer yelled out, pulling his body away, just to trap himself against the wall.
    Dartenian was back on him like a predator backed into a corner. Again, his hand slapped over the younger boy’s mouth. He leaned in close to Dartenian’s ear and kept his cock still inside of Spencer. “Listen good, bitch-boy. When everyone finds out that you’re just a big faggot, you’ll turn on Quinton for making you watch those goddamned cartoons. You deserve more pain than this.” Everything was a bit blurry within Dartenian’s vision. His knees were beginning to hurt from the position, so he shifted his weight. In doing so, his hand slipped from Spencer’s mouth.
    “I’ll do it now if you take that out of me.” His whole body shook as he pleaded.
    Dartenian pulled out as he contemplated Spencer’s request. He shook his head in agreement. “You do every last thing I tell you to do to him, without question, and don’t try any funny business, and I won’t hurt you any more after tonight.”
    Spencer’s eyes grew sad. He wordlessly agreed and pulled on some of his older brother’s basketball shorts that were lying nearby. Dartenian followed his lead and did the same.
    When they got downstairs, Spencer whispered something to Quinton. He nodded, happily. From behind, Dartenian grabbed him and all three went back upstairs, Quinton in Dartenian’s arms. In his room, Dartenian closed the door behind them and placed the dresser in front of the door again.
    “You’re ready to be a big boy now?” Spencer asked sweetly.
    Was Dartenian crazy or was Spencer about as crazy for the littlest as he was for Spencer?
    Quinton nodded, his shaggy hair waved as he did so. When he finished nodding, he looked up at the other two boys expectantly. His duller blue eyes were pure innocence. Innocence that he was about to lose, only a year after he’d taken it away from Dartenian, who had tried to get rid of him as soon as Spencer stopped paying so much attention to him. But that was mostly forgotten.
    The four-foot tall boy was standing there with wide eyes. Hesitance had come over Dartenian as he pondered if he should do this. It was too late though.
    Dartenian walked behind Spencer and put his hands on Spencer’s shoulders. With a little pressure, he signaled for Spencer to get on his knees. “Kiss him when he comes over to you,” he whispered menacingly behind Spencer’s ear.
    Spencer got on his knees and nodded a small single nod.
    Dartenian walked around to Quinton and put his hand on his little back. “Go give your brother a hug.” He pushed Quinton into stumbling into his brother’s arms. Spencer caught him and pulled him back a little and gave him a quick kiddy-kiss.
    A huff came from Dartenian as he pulled at the Toy Story shirt that Quinton had on. “Like this.” He grabbed Spencer’s face on both sides, bent over and kissed him passionately, pressing his tongue into the middle brother’s mouth and probing it. When he pulled away, he yanked on Quinton’s shirt and placed him back in front of Spencer, who pulled his little brother closer to him. He combed his fingers in Quinton’s hair as he kissed his lips and pressed his tongue inside of the little boy’s mouth. Quinton didn’t protest, but his wide eyes searched around the room, as if roaming for something to tell him what was going on. With Spencer’s tongue still in his mouth, Quinton’s eyes started to flutter shut.
    Annoyed that Quinton was actually enjoying it, Dartenian pulled Spencer back by his shoulders. “Get him to suck your cock,” he whispered in Spencer’s ear, licking it a little before he stepped back.
    Spencer started to shake his head no, but Dartenian gave him a hard look to signal that there was no saying no to any of this. So, Spencer stepped forward and pulled Quinton’s shirt off of him. He raised his arms obeying to what Spencer was doing to him. Dartenian noted the hairless armpits of his little brother. So ugly without any hair that it disgusted him.
    “Bubby. I need you to do something for us—me.” Spencer gave him an assuring grin.
    “What the fuck?” Dartenian muttered as Quinton nodded eagerly.
    Spencer pulled down the basketball shorts and stood all the way up while stepping out of them. His cock was still completely hard, making Dartenian smirk. Over by himself, Quinton cocked his head and dazzled at his brother’s nakedness. He quickly pulled down his pants as well, leaving only Spiderman children’s underwear on.
    “Come over here,” Spencer told his little brother.
    Quinton skipped over, making Dartenian clinch his teeth as he leaned up against the wall, putting his foot up against it with his knee out.
    Spencer held out his arm and stuck a finger into Quinton’s mouth. Narrowing his eyes, Dartenian leaned forward to find out Spencer’s angle. “Suck on it like a straw,” Spencer was whispering to his little brother. Apparently it worked because he smiled and nodded. “Now, do that down here.” He put his other hand on his cock. Dartenian smirked and leaned his head to the side. What a master manipulator young Spencer was. The basketball shorts were pressing harder against Dartenian’s cock as he grew to full attention again.
    Quinton hesitated. His lips moved but nothing audible came out. He turned his head toward Dartenian who didn’t give him any comfort at all. He wasn’t wanting to make this easy on the kid.
    Like the little boy he was, Quinton bent forward and opened his mouth really wide and took the tip of Spencer’s cock in his mouth. His cheeks made small dimples where he was sucking. If it wasn’t pissing Dartenian off so much, he’d laugh at the cuteness of his innocence. Fuck cute!
    He pushed off the wall with his foot and stepped behind Spencer once again. “Spank his bare little ass,” he whispered.
    “No!” Spencer protested. A small pop came from Quinton pulling off of Spencer’s dick.
    Dartenian put his middle finger in his mouth. Spencer’s shoulders slunk down.
    “Take your undies off,” he said gravely.
    Dartenian popped his knuckles, ready for this action, just as Quinton’s boy fingers grabbed the band of his underwear and pulled them down. His three-incher was stiff straight out and hairless.
    Spencer grabbed his arm a little more forcefully than he probably wished to. Sitting on the bed, he threw Quinton over his knee and lightly smacked his ass.
    “Why’d you do that?” Quinton’s eyes filled with hurt.
    Liquid hurt turned the corners of Dartenian’s mouth upward. “Yes. Keep going.” He gritted his teeth, listening for every smack between Spencer’s hand and Quinton’s butt.
    “Sorry,” Spencer murmured and tapped his ass again. The smack sounded weakly in the room. He rubbed the boy’s butt and smacked it again. Quinton started to try to squirm away.
    “HARDER!” Dartenian roared, moving in closer to see how red his butt was, disappointed that it wasn’t at all red.
    When Spencer failed to smack it any harder, Dartenian pulled the boy away from Spencer, bent him over his own knee and slapped his butt with all his might. Two three four times. Back and forth from cheek to cheek. Quinton started to wail and his tears were falling. But Dartenian kept smacking the ass relentlessly.
    “Stop it! Stop it!” Spencer cried out, he put his body over his little brother’s body.
    Dartenian grabbed his ear and started spanking his ass harder than he was Quinton’s. Red marks quickly appeared in the center and extended outward little by little. Both younger boys were crying at that point.
    “Get the lube and fuck his little-boy ass,” Dartenian ordered as he continued smacking Spencer’s ass.
    Spencer reached out slowly and grabbed it from the night stand. He pulled up from his brother, who was still also over Dartenian’s knee, and lubed himself up. Soon after a finger disappeared up Quinton’s ass.
    “I have to poop,” Quinton said in response.
    “No, you don’t,” Dartenian quickly informed him.
    A second finger disappeared.
    “Do it already,” Dartenian ordered, sliding himself out from under his baby brother and left him on his belly on the bed.
    Spencer placed his cock at the small pink opening. Dartenian held the frail boy down to the bed. Spencer pushed in. Quinton gasped. It took about two minutes for all of Spencer’s cock to disappear inside of Quinton.
    “REALLY NEED TO POOPY!” Quinton cried out when all of Spencer’s cock was inside of him.
    Dartenian didn’t answer this time. He only stroked his cock, imagining how tight the boy’s ass would be and how it must be tightening around Spencer’s cock as he tried to push what he thought was poop out.
    Spencer gasped and sweat was beading up on his forehead.
    Oh yeah. He’s loving this. He owes me big-time.
    The bed squeaked as Spencer rocked back and forth, in and out of Quinton, who was starting to moan in pleasure.
    “Found that G spot, little bro,” Dartenian said idly.
    He was starting to get bored with playing with himself, so he moved himself closer to Quinton and pulled his head up by the back of his hair. “Here. Suck this.”
    Spencer pulled out and pushed Dartenian to the floor. “No! You aren’t touching him again.”
    “W-would it m-m-make you happy if I sucked your peepee, Dar?” Quinton peeped up from on top of the bed.
    Dartenian laughed a bit. “Yes.”
    “I’ll do it, then.” He paused. “Spence, come back and do that again. It felt good.”
    Both boys did as their younger brother requested of them. Dartenian sat down on his bed, letting his legs hang over and Quinton’s small mouth took the tip in. He didn’t do anything with his tongue, but he sucked like a vacuum hose. His tongue started to loll around when Spencer put his cock back inside of the young boy. Dartenian wished that he could put his back in Spencer, but he’d probably damaged it too much to get inside any time soon.
    However, that didn’t stop Dartenian from leaning over and kissing Spencer on the lips. His mouth came open a little, allowing Dartenian to put his tongue inside. They explored each other’s mouths that way.
    As Quinton moaned, Dartenian’s cock twitched in satisfaction inside of his mouth. Spencer made some caveman grunts and stop pushing himself back and forth. The thought of him cumming inside of Quinton made Dartenian loose his load inside of Quinton’s mouth. The boy swallowed it, probably not knowing what had just happened.
    The older boys broke their kiss. Spencer pulled out and picked Quinton up, kissing him deeply again.
    Dartenian collapsed on his back on his bed, breathing hard. Spencer lied down next to him, holding his torso. “I’m definitely gay,” Spencer commented.
    “What’s that?” Quinton asked, bringing himself up to Dartenian’s other side and doing as Spencer did.
    “Nothin’, squirt.” Dartenian ruffled the little boy’s hair.
    “That’s fine with me, Spence. The three of us need to stick together.”
    “Yeah! Like the benders,” Quinton commented.
    “No more cartoons!” Spencer said sadly.
    “I’m sorry, Spence. If you love them, maybe I can love them with you guys.” Dartenian smiled apologetically.
    He pushed the boys off of him and turned his lamp down to the lowest it would go because Quinton was afraid of the dark. When he got back to his bed, Spencer was holding Quinton, spooning him. Dartenian crawled over them and held both of them from behind.
    Together, they fell asleep with a huge secret lingering over them. For Dartenian, he no longer cared if people made fun of him. He realized that he was different and would glorify it to himself each time someone made an ignorant comment.