I laid there that night recollecting the past couple days. Kevin was here until the New Year so we were stuck with him for another week. Dad would be around too, but that was a good thing. It was rare to have the house full with everyone home as a family. It actually felt pretty good. And then I thought of Skip across the hall. And of Scott. An hour passed and the house had grown completely silent. Unable to sleep even after such a long day I flicked on my bedside lamp. Some gift. My eyes eased over to the dresser drawer where I had hidden it. I wondered.

I sat on my bed, pulling the Mega Pink 500 out of it's plastic package. It was very detailed in shape, shaft curved in an arch. The thing even had a set of balls and a suction cup base. The material it was made of was kind of weird. It almost felt like skin.
"Five speeds?" I read. Skip had really outdone himself. I put in the batteries but was afraid to turn it on due to noise. But eventually I built up the courage and did. It wasn't all that loud, but I knew someone could probably hear it. Definitely Skip across the hall anyway, but he'd be happy to know I at least bothered to look at it. I turned up the speeds until it was rumbling in my hands then turned it off. Skip was crazy if he thought I was actually gonna use it...

My curiosity grew. I slipped off my boxers and did a bit of teasing. The instant I touched the vibe head to my own my eyes widened.
I had changed my mind. This was a really good gift.

***

The door was locked. The oil was ready. Kleenex was on hand, and there were spare C batteries at bedside.

I was ready for a marathon.

Ever have those moments where you just totally lose control? Take food for example. Let's say it's chocolate cake. You know that too much is bad for you, so you say, 'Oh, I'll just have a little piece and that'll be it for me.' But then you taste it. One little piece eventually works itself into second helpings, or sometimes even into thirds. When you're in the moment you see absolutely no reason to deny yourself of such a good thing. It makes you happy. And then you start to think. If you died tomorrow you would regret never getting to truly enjoy that cake because you denied yourself the joys of life. I had gotten a small taste of the Mega Pink 500 and I needed more at any and all costs. I didn't care if everyone in the house heard me. They could all come to my door and knock but I wouldn't answer. As long as no one had a way in, I was gonna treat myself real good...all night long. It doesn't sound like me does it? Like I said, I completely lost control. No regrets though. Not one.

My pajamas had been long since shed and I was preparing myself, rubbing oil on my hands and spreading it over my cock , which I have to say was giving me a rather painful erection. I didn't stop there. I ran my hands down the insides of my thighs and oiled up my balls as well, then traced agonizing circles around my entry.

"Mmn," I heaved and spread my thighs as wide as I could manage. Somehow I found myself teasing my nipples. This was really weird because I never paid attention to my body like this. Whenever I felt the urge I usually just whipped it out and quickly did the deed. But right now I was in complete foreplay with myself. Maybe Skip had unlocked some strange fetish within me, or maybe I was just tired of always being the responsible one. I was thinking on this until I realized I should stop thinking and start getting to it. With the Mega Pink oiled and glistening I turned it on and began rubbing the head up and down my shaft. It felt amazing. Why every guy doesn't own one is beyond me. I pressed the entire thing down on my length and this felt incredible. Since everything was oiled my cock kept slipping out from under the vibe. An even bigger turn on. Soon I found that it felt best to hold it against myself for a few seconds and then quickly move it away. This turned into a nasty game which had me moaning like crazy every time I deprived myself. I focused on my head, giving little nudges and teasing over my slit. When I felt ready to come I prolonged it, drew it out until I finally gave and erupted hands free. I had never seen myself come as much or so hard. At least 8 or 9 shots. And I had moaned the entire time. Let whoever heard think what they wanted. I could deal with it later. I cleaned up and shortly began round two. This time I moved to the floor. It was time to put that suction cup to use. I rode that thing on the hardwood like there was no tomorrow. Between the sounds of my bumping onto the floor, the humming and the wet noises, my jerking and my moaning, it wasn't of any wonder if I had awoken the entire house. I was sure to regret what I had done in the morning, but I wanted to be bold just this once. When I was done riding on the floor I licked the suction cup and stuck the vibrator onto my wall and went doggy style. I was amazed that it actually stayed put. The humming was traveling through the walls along with the sound of my butt hitting the paneling. At least I was at the end of the house. My imagination went into total overdrive and the end result was another mess onto the floor. I shook the last of what I had out of me and collapsed. I think I slept for a bit. I really don't remember. When I woke up it was 4AM and I debated whether or not to have another go. I knew I shouldn't overdo it...So I did.

I laid backwards on my bed, my feet braced up against my headboard. This kept me spread and elevated with less work. I left the vibrator turned off and just let it serve as a dildo, my right hand working it as my left hand stroked myself. I stared up at the ceiling, waiting for a first wave of pleasure to come. I could feel it stirring and was anxious when it began to rise. When it hit I let out a soft whimper. After a moment another came. My vocabulary became limited to soft 'Yes's and curse words. I squeezed around it and made for my sweet spot on my right wall. I neared the edge, then slowly pulled the whole thing out of me. I tortured myself again for nearly an hour and when I came it was mind-blowing.

I finally started coming back to my senses. I looked at the vibrator in my hand, and at the come all over me, my bed, and the floor. The room reeked of sex. For a moment I was scared. Would my parents have enough nerve to ask me what the hell I had been doing? What about Kevin? He was downstairs, but that definitely hadn't excluded him from the possibility of hearing me. I looked down at my length, now limp and resting against my stomach.
"You did a good job," I told it before getting up to clean up the mess. (I'm pretty sure every guy has talked to their d*ck at least once.)

I made sure not to be up and about too late that morning. I didn't want to draw any more attention than I would be receiving. When I opened my door Skip was in his room across the hall. He looked over at me, and his mouth opened into a big goofy smile. Even he seemed a little embarrassed.
"Morning," I said.
"Dude," Skip's cheeks were red, "Do you have any idea how loud you were?" He was embarrassed, yes, but happy nonetheless. I just nodded and stood in his doorway.
"That thing is amazing," I said.
"Evidently more amazing than me. You never moaned like that when we did it," his look was turning into envy, "What were you doing on the wall?" his eyes sparkled with perviness. I shushed him.
"You're just as good. I was just trying to be quiet that time."
"Well, I did hear my name more than a couple times. And Scott's. You're lucky I didn't come over there and make things even worse. I want some ass. Today."
"I think everyone's going out shopping. Maybe we can get out of it and stay here."

My parents didn't say anything to me. I figured they didn't have the guts. And Josh seemed to not have heard anything. He was a heavy sleeper anyway. Just when I thought I was in the clear I ran into Kevin in the hallway. I looked at him. He looked at me.

"What the hell were you doing last night?" he asked.
"Nothing," I said.
"Maybe nobody else has the balls to ask, but I do. Was Sam in there with you? You were moaning his name like a little slut. I heard you. I heard Scott's name too...Everybody heard you."
I could either panic or go with the flow. It seemed I hadn't much of a choice.
"And what if he was? What are you gonna do? Tell Mom and Dad something they already know? They haven't done anything and they're not going to." This was quite the high bluff. Who knew what the two of them would do if they actually caught us. For some reason this really pissed Kevin off. He grabbed me by the shoulders and shoved me against the wall.

"Listen you little sh*t, keep that idiot's pr*ck out of your ass or I'll rip off both his and yours you got me?"
I didn't understand. He was either being protective over me or was just acting insanely jealous. Since Kevin and I hated each other it was hard to assume either.
"Why do you care?" I asked. "So what if we are? I don't doubt you've got someone back in NY you're bumping d*cks with. What difference does it make?"
"Shut the f*ck up," he tightened his grip on my arms.
"So am I right? Who is he? Is he on your team? The goalie? Maybe he's-aah!" I was quickly silenced as Kevin's hand grabbed my crotch. It seemed he already wanted to keep his word and rip my junk clean off me. It shut me up.
"I'll kill you," he threatened. I knew that much was literally untrue. But he would come close.
"I knew. I knew about you two when you hit me like that. You told me loud and clear what was going on."
"You're leaving in a couple days and we won't have to deal with each other again for another four years so it really doesn't matter, does it?" I asked. My cock got an excruciating squeeze and I moaned in pain.
"I never liked you," He said to me, "As long as I can remember you and I have been at odds. Now I remember why."
Someone was coming. Kevin looked at me before releasing me from his grip and headed for the stairs. I made for the bathroom to see if he had bruised anything down there. It had hurt like hell. When I inspected myself I saw I was just fine. It brought back memories. Growing up he had done it a lot. Some older brothers gave wedgies to their younger siblings. I never got such easy treatment.

And then I remembered. Something that had happened. It was eight years ago. That one incident.
Did he hate me because...I had never let him do it? It was only one time, and he had been twelve. I had been Josh's age. I'm not sure he even knew what he was trying to do. But I did know that he had scared me and I told him if he ever tried to do it again that I would tell Mom. It was after that...that he really distanced himself from me. And we were never close.
So that was it. The reason Kevin had turned into such an unbearable person towards me was because I had never let him near my ass? Well, he'd be going back to NY just as pissy as when he had arrived, because that was never gonna happen. Especially now that I knew.

***

By the next day I had completely forgotten the entire thing. It wasn't going to keep me away from Sam and Scott, and I saw no point in telling them about what had happened. Kevin was leaving that Friday so all I really had to do was just ignore him. We bid Dad farewell on Wednesday and wished him luck against St. Louis. He was ranting as he boarded his plane about unfinished business he had with McVenerov and how us kids could watch the replays of him busting out his teeth on SportsCenter. Ah, good old Dad. Sam left that same evening for an away game in the neighboring suburb of Harrington, and Josh had a game against Graysburg. Since I had assumed Kevin was going along I opted to stay home. Josh was disappointed but I had no intentions of being near Kevin until he left, even if we were in public. So I watched the van pull away, the house half dark and silent. It was 6:30. Scott was still tied up with family. They were all shipping out tomorrow so things would soon be back to normal. I plopped down on the couch and turned on the tv. I got engulfed in some weird sci-fi horror movie about a novelty sized vampire bat that flew around attacking people. When that was over I made myself a quick bite to eat and headed up to my room. I was feeling a bit artistic and I had those new canvases from Christmas. I figured I wanted to have a painting for Josh when he came home since I felt bad about not going to support him. I turned on some music and got to work. I painted his favorite monster truck 'The Destroyer' on a big pile of skulls with flames behind it. It was actually turning out pretty good. When I finished I looked at my clock. 9:15. I figured that Josh's team must've won and they had gone to celebrate somewhere. My CD ended and I got up to change it. As I pushed eject my eyes went to my doorway. A small noise had come from downstairs. Just a normal sound houses make sometimes. The shifting of something or other. I took out my CD and searched my collection for something else.

Then I heard another sound. The scuff of a sneaker. It sounded like it was on the hardwood floor downstairs. I frowned and looked to the door again. I hadn't heard anyone come in. Maybe it was Skip, home early and trying to surprise me. I eased out into the dark hallway.
"...Skip?" I called down the stairs. Dead silence. I hesitated, then slowly began to make my way down.
"Hello?..." I tried again. It wasn't Sam. He would've answered.

I heard the tv flip on. The volume was then cranked way up as if someone was trying to get my attention. I descended and cautiously made my way towards the noise. Blue-white light was flooding the otherwise dark living room, the news on at full blast. There was no one to be found.
I picked up the remote and turned the volume back down.
At this point I was a bit spooked. No one could have left the living room without me seeing them from the stairs. I quickly ruled out our house being haunted. This was weird. I didn't like it.
"Ok,...funny," I said aloud to who or whatever had pulled the prank and then turned off the tv, closing myself into a moment's darkness until I reached the hall again.



All the lights went out.

I froze in the middle of the dark hallway. My phone was upstairs. I had to get to it. The only problem would be trapping myself with who or whatever was here. I could leave, sure, but I didn't want to. I refused to be run out of my own house by anyone. I opened the hall closet, resourcefully pulling out a baseball bat and a flashlight. I decided to make a lap around the bottom floor. Don't get me wrong, I was scared sh*tless, but if I could take care of this myself I would. I didn't want Mom and Josh all freaked out to be home alone. And whoever was doing this was never going to get a chance to come near them. I passed through the kitchen, then the dining area. Something fell over in the back room. In fact it sounded like someone had tossed a book or something onto the floor. Kevin had been sleeping back there during his stay.

"Kevin," I said, "This isn't cute. I don't know what you think you're pulling." I shone the flashlight into the room as I reached the doorway. A book had indeed been tossed onto the carpet. If he was hiding anywhere, it was in that block of space behind the couch in the corner. I shone my light across the room, casting shadows onto the walls. I couldn't tell if there was someone back there or not. I carefully made for the corner. It was then I felt movement behind me. I decided I would wait a few more seconds and then turn swinging full on at whoever this was. I approached the corner, hearing no noise behind me, but I could feel something was closing in. When I turned and swung it was at air. Nothing.


I was jumped from behind. They had been hiding in that corner.
The baseball bat ended up underneath me when I fell, the handle digging into my ribs as I was held down. The flashlight had rolled across the carpet. We quietly struggled until I was forced around onto my back, my arms held above me. My attacker straddled my torso to keep me pinned. I was kicking and resisting like crazy but it wasn't of much help. The minute he started to laugh all fear rushed out of me.
"What the hell is wrong with you?...How are you going to...explain this to Mom?" I squirmed, "They'll be home any minute...."
"Mom and Josh are over at the Carsons' place," Kevin spat down at me in a triumphant tone. I couldn't see his face all that well. The light was too dim, "They said they'll be there awhile, so that gives me some time, doesn't it?" he said through gritted teeth.

"Not enough...I'm gonna kick your ass!" I tried my hardest to shake him off me. It was like he was experienced in this field or something. I wouldn't have been surprised. He let go of my left arm to get something out of his pocket. I connected with his jaw. He was so excited, however, that it only phased him a little even though I was sure that it would've taken him out. He forced something over my mouth and nose. It felt like gauze. At first I thought he really was trying to kill me, but then I inhaled.
He was going to drug me. Great.

"You...son of...a..." my voice muffled as my eyes began to roll. All weight was taken off me and I tried my hardest to move but it was impossible. Everything had turned into blurry blobs and I felt completely numb all over. It hadn't been enough to knock me out completely, but whatever I had inhaled was serious stuff. The fact that I couldn't feel or move was scaring me far more than what my brother was going to do to me. I couldn't even understand what he was saying when he got up. I was left alone for awhile. Eventually I remember the lights all coming back on. And later something rubbing against my lips. I think he wanted me to suck him off but I could barely breathe and think, let alone coordinate myself enough for such a complex task. I relapsed into blackness.
When I started coming around again my legs were pushed back above my head and the pain from this began slowly coursing it's way through my entire body. I could somewhat make out my brother's grunts from above but I couldn't feel him inside me. My legs were the only thing that hurt from such extreme positioning. I blinked hazily up at him.

"Stop it," I used all my energy to tell him.
"I shoulda given you more of that stuff," he panted down at me. I could understand him now. And when I focused in on him I saw he was covered in sweat. I could hear now as well, but I still couldn't feel or move.
"My legs," I managed, "You're hurting my legs."
"All you care about is your f*ckin' legs?!" Kevin began thrusting violently into me but it still had no effect. I looked down, my body shaking from Kevin's movements. I had come more than once but had never felt it.
"When you come around I'll make you forget about your legs." He pushed them up further. That got a cry out of me.

And then suddenly Kevin was gone, pulled clean off me. I heard fighting.

It was Skip, thank goodness. I forced myself to sit up. As I was gathering my wits he was on top of Kevin, beating him senseless. And then I saw him grab that bundle of gauze from the carpet and push it onto Kevin's face. It wasn't long until he was under. Sam crawled over to me and gripped me into a tight hug. He didn't say a word. When he finally looked at me there were angry tears in his eyes.
"That motherf*cker."
"I'm ok," I insisted. At the time I couldn't see or feel the bruises all over my arms and legs.
Sam ran for the phone.
"No, you can't call anyone," I insisted.
"I'm calling your boyfriend," Sam said. Soon Scott was there with us.

"I guess he'd been hiding in the house or Mom had dropped him off," I said, now dressed again as the three of us looked at my older brother laying there naked on the carpet. Skip was still fuming.
"That bastard...," Skip went over and got down on his knees next to Kevin who was murmuring and trying in vain to move.
"Doesn't feel so great, does it?!" Skip yelled down at him, "You're gonna pay for what you did to him...you sick f*ck."
Skip then straddled Kevin's neck and unfastened his pants. Any normal person would have been happy with just beating Kevin up, but Sam wanted to humiliate him. He shoved his soft cock into Kevin's unwilling mouth and began moving. My brother was soon gasping for air.

"He can't breathe," I finally said.
"Havin' trouble breathin' are ya?" Skip gripped Kevin by the hair and pulled his head up. Scott went over and joined in on the revenge. The two forced him to work on each of them, and as they did this they handled Kevin very roughly. At the time I didn't understand why they were doing this. That was until I really saw how much Kevin was hating it.
"Hold him," Skip was stroking himself now in front of Kevin's face. Scott held his head up. I didn't want to watch but I did. Skip made quite the mess on him. When he finished he held Kevin's hair and let Scott have his turn. Scott aimed for the clean side of Kevin's face. He came harder and more than Skip had.
"Want a turn?" Scott asked me with an evil smile, "He's not going anywhere."
"Nah, he'd like it if Cadey did it," Skip said as he zipped up his pants.

We heaved him up onto the couch and threw his blanket over him, then left and shut the door. We didn't see him again until the next morning. It was then that I could really feel what he'd done to me. I ached all over. Sam didn't leave my side that day. We went down to breakfast together and sat across from Kevin at the table. I looked at him. He looked back at me. When Josh came in Skip had him sit next to him, keeping him away from that end of the table. When my Mom came out from the kitchen and saw all of us bunched at one end she asked why.

"Because," I said, "Kevin's got cooties. Right Josh?"
My little brother loved this, "Yeah! Cooties!"
We saw him off at the airport with silent glares. My Mom was expecting us to at least shake hands or something as we parted. No such thing happened.
"I love you guys," Kevin said to us. I wanted to gag. He gave Mom a hug and promised to call, then slowly began to head for the ramp to his plane. Immediately my Mom started in on me.
"I can't believe you Caden. You didn't even say goodbye to him. I thought you had grown up."
"I hate him, Mom. I'll always hate him."
Before she could respond to this Kevin had turned back to us.
"Oh, and Mom. One last thing I thought you should know. Your son is greatly disturbed. You might want to talk to him. Caden, seeing two guys at once isn't really too healthy. I mean, Scott's one thing, but you're living with Sam. Come on....what's Josh supposed to think?" Kevin looked satisfied. As if he had won in the end. My Mom looked at me. It was in a way I had never seen. As if she had wanted to hear it from me and not like this. For some reason I couldn't look her in the eyes.

"You're going to miss your plane Kevin...," she said dryly and took Josh's hand. Kevin then looked at her with the same distaste he had shown the rest of and us, then left.
There was a silence amongst us all in the busy airport.
"Is it....true?" Josh asked up at me, and then at Sam. I looked at him, then Mom again.
"Not here," Mom looked at us both, "Home."

***

Grey fields had been passing my window for almost an hour. Usually the commute to and from the airport didn't last this long. Somebody at least would make some sort of small talk to help pass the time. I sat up front with Mom, unable to turn from facing my door. I had no idea what to anticipate. I'd never really given my parents too much trouble growing up, and to be honest even now I can't ever remember being grounded for anything. I guess I was straight-laced even as a kid. The maddest I had ever seen Mom get was at Josh once for destroying the house the day he stayed home 'sick' from school. It wasn't pretty. Was she going to blow up like that at me? I feared the worst. I envisioned Sam being sent away to live somewhere else. Myself being kept from seeing Scott. I felt ill. Mom would tell Dad. Would they cut off my hair and send me away to some correctional facility?

...Ok, no. They weren't gonna send me away. However, I had never heard my parents' opinions on such things. I supposed it wouldn't have been such a big deal except for the fact I was with more than one guy. When Kevin had made the announcement in the airport Mom had never asked me to affirm if it was true. She had just been patiently waiting for someone to say it. Maybe she was trusting that in the end I would tell her. I intended to, but not like this. Eventually we reached the city limits.

"Hey Mom, you missed our turn," Josh seemed anxious to break the silence.
"We're not going home just yet," she said. Her voice was calm. To my surprise she turned into a liquor store lot and parked. It had been ages since she had drank, or at least when we were around.
"Everyone, just shut up. I'm gonna need it tonight," she said with a sigh as she got out and closed the door. We watched her go in.
"I think she's taking it quite well," Skip said to me. He was waiting for me to blow up at him. I didn't.
"No matter what happens, I love you Skip," I looked at him through the rearview mirror. He gave me a small smile.

"So...it is true," Josh said, sitting there stupefied next to boyfriend #1.
"Think what you want Josh," I said, "I'm too tired to try and tiptoe around you right now."
"Um...you know you guys are....guys....right?" My little brother said just as any kid his age might.
"Duh," Skip said and playfully nudged him. Josh laughed and elbowed him back.
"So are you all freaked out now?" Skip challenged.
"Well," Josh looked at him, then crawled up to look at me, "It is weird, but...not really. Cadey you're always really nice to me, and Skip, I still think you're cool. But why Scott too?"
"You won't believe this Josh, but Scott and I sort of fought over your brother," Skip admitted.
"Over Caden?!" Josh said with disgust, "Why?"
"That's a good question. But anyhow, after that things just sorta got...well, they got complicated. Let's put it that way."
"Uh, dude that's more than complicated," Josh pointed out.
"No sh*t," Skip added as Mom returned to the van with a large brown bag.
"Alright boys, one more stop."

It was to Scott's house. When he opened the door and saw the van his face went pale.
"Come on man," I said, taking him by the arm and pulling him to his doom, "It's time."

We entered the house and Mom made her orders.
"Caden, call in a pizza. Sam and Scott have a seat. Josh go watch tv or something."
"No way. I've gotta hear this story."
"Something tells me you wouldn't understand most of it, nor would you be fit to hear it. Go." She pointed to the living room. Josh gave a frustrated huff and left us. I ordered the pizza and then joined the guys at the table, bringing them sodas. Mom was making her alcohol at the counter. Skip looked ok, but Scott was a mess.
"It's ok. Calm down," I told him.
"This is as calm as I can get right now." Scott's face was worried.
"Hey," Skip said softly. He must have touched Scott's hand or something under the table. Scott looked to my Mom.

"Relax," I said, "There's not much to hide now."
Mom sat down with a glass of ice and a bottle of vodka. She intended to drink it straight, which even I knew would be a feat within itself. She looked at us, and then began.
"Boys, I figure we just clear the air now. Because for the past four months the 'air' in this house has been full of...something. Now, as you can see I intend to get totally sh*tfaced because I know what you're about to tell me. But I'd appreciate it if you still told the truth. I'm assuming this is a long story."
"It is," Skip nodded. Scott did too.
"I'll tell everything." I decided I would speak on our behalf.
"You're gonna tell about...everything, everything?" Scott looked as if he might pass out.
"Dear Lord," I heard Mom mutter as she took a drink.
"She asked for the truth," I shrugged, "Might as well." It was time to use everything I had ever learned from Skip's personality and put it to use. I was going to need it to get through all that I was about to say.

***

I think just about everyone could agree that talking to one's parents about sex is a scary and awkward thing. Ok, maybe not so much in the normal cases, but for someone like me to tell my Mom all the things I'd been up to was a real challenge. I had staggered around my first incident with Sam, explaining it as, 'We sorta...um....yeah,' and then moving onward. I had my limits. She should have been glad I was even telling her such things.
"You mean you and Sam....while no one was home?"
"Not yet, we just sorta messed around. It was my fault Mrs. Gobel. See, I was across the hall after practice and I didn't shut my door, and-," Scott covered Sam's mouth, face pink and unable to stand it anymore.
"I think she gets it," Scott said.

Then I explained the fight the two had had at the movie theater. It was here Mom started to really listen carefully. After Scott talked about how he had been jealous I saw Mom take another drink, hiding a wry smile behind her glass.
"Scott, I've known you since you were what, twelve maybe? You've always been very protective over Caden so this isn't really a surprise." She paused and then added with a smirk, "I can't believe you boys fought over Caden."
"Well, I have known him a long time. I didn't even realize what I was doing at the time. Skip kicked my ass too," Scott unwillingly admitted. My Mom leaned forward. She was taking an interest to this whole ordeal.
"At the movies Scott told me to stay away from Skip because he didn't like how he looked at me. He said you were weird," I told Sam.
"You what?" Skip looked over at Scott.
"Nothing, it was nothing," Scott tried to let it pass. I continued. Maybe it was good to get everything out into the open like this regardless of what kind of consequences awaited us. I had to stop when it came to Scott and Sam's makeup. Scott took over from there.

"So he calls me from Caden's phone and wants to talk. He was kinda vague but I was assuming he wanted to start over."
"I felt guilty."
"Well, whatever. I picked him up at the rink and we went out. We talked about Caden and Skip was all 'Dude, why don't you just tell him how you feel?' And I was all, 'Well I can't now because of you.' We got into an argument and then...uh...," Scott lost momentum and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Then what?" Mom asked, "Come on, I didn't know this story was so interesting."
"Interesting? We're all fearing for our lives here and you think it's interesting?" I said.
"Well you certainly don't hear this kind of thing happening every day. Did you guys make up?"
"He said something about wanting me to be gone. I thought it was just the hottest thing ever and I kissed him," Skip admitted.
"Did you have feelings for Scott before that?" Mom asked.
"I don't know. I was only around him for just a little bit before then. I did like his attitude though. I liked how he hated me at first."

"Dude, tone it down," I warned Sam. Mom meanwhile was just taking it all in, amused.
"We uh, drove to my place. And then we tried to beat the sh*t out of each other and...uh...then it sorta...," Scott cleared his throat.
"So who won in the end?" Mom asked this quietly. We all got her meaning.
"MOM!" I really wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. Scott looked ready to flee with me.
"I did," Skip took a drink of soda. My Mom just looked at him.
"You're a real wild thing aren't you?" She said, "Putting sex toys under the tree."
"You knew?!" I went white.
"Well hun, you sorta let everyone know loud and clear what you got that night after you turned in." She set down her glass.
"My God," I put my head down on the table.
"Mega Pink 500," Skip added.
"Wow, those are expensive," Mom said.
"Why would you know that?" I asked, my head still down.
"Hey, I'm doing the interrogating right now. Let's not steer off track..."

When the pizza finally arrived we were still speaking of our quandary.
"...Outside? You Caden?" my Mom was moments away from dying with laughter, "I've never even seen you do yard work without at least three layers of clothes on. I don't believe it," she laughed at me. My expectations really had been incorrect. I bear my darkest secrets to my own mother and she laughs at me? What would Dad do, relate it to some weird past experience of his own? I guess I just really didn't know them as well as I thought.

"Anyway," I continued, "Scott then told me what happened between him and Skip. And how they liked each other now as well as me."
"What did you think?"
"What would you think?" I asked, "I was totally freaked out. When we all finally got together and talked about it I told them I loved them both because that was what I had decided. They felt the same. I didn't know how something like this was gonna work."
"Has it worked?" Mom asked seriously.
The three of us just looked at each other and nodded. Mom took another slice of pizza and contemplated on this without any words.
"I wasn't sure if I should trust Skip," I admitted.
"You weren't?" He looked over at me with a frown.
"Hell no, dude. All the stuff you told me about your teammates, and then how you left on the road-"
"Hey man, I'll have you know Jason offered and I refused. I actually did him a favor and hooked him up with Shawn that night. That's why they're sort of an item now. All thanks to me," Skip beamed.
"Ok Skip. There are some things I'd rather not know about," Mom interrupted.
"Sorry."

"Well," she sighed, "Have you boys been safe?" We hesitated before shaking our heads no. I remembered Dad and the neglected condoms.
"You're all gonna have to get tested," she said, "And I'm not paying for it."
"Ok," I said, waiting for the real verdict.
"Caden, boys. You're all 18 years old. Technically adults. You know what I could say, or should say. Hell, you obviously know how weird this is. Skip I will tell you though that I don't completely trust you. What are you gonna do after you're gone? You're all parting ways in the summer."
We sat there. No one had wanted to talk about that.

"I don't like thinking about it," I said.
"Well, you're all gonna have to. Caden, I can't expect you to not see Scott. You two are best friends. And Skip you're staying here for another three months. If this is what you guys wanna do, then get your sh*t together. Make sure you three won't really regret it in the end. It really is unpractical, but as I said you're adults and you've made your choices. That's all I can say."
That was it. Scott let out a whoosh.
"No sex while anyone is home. I don't really wanna hear it, and I sure don't want you setting any further impressions on Josh. When he decides he wants to..," She made a motion with her hands, "Get with some teammate of his or something later on down the road, God help him, that's gonna be his own decision. Not that I'm saying he will."
"Ok," I said, unable to believe she was setting sex rules.
"And Caden, try to keep it down with that vibrator. Some nights I absolutely cannot sleep because you're doing some weird thing or other with it. At least keep it off the walls."
Skip gave me a suggestive sneer.
"Ok," I covered my face with my hands.
"And don't break the couch," she added. So she'd heard us then too.
"Ok."
"Well, that's all I can think of. Have you guys told anyone else?"
"Just some of my teammates," Skip said.
"And what do they think?"
"Well...," Skip began with a grin.

"Ok, never mind," my Mom stopped him," Tomorrow, I want you boys to get tested. Scott, I don't know how your parents are gonna take this."
"Not very well."
"Um...Mom? There's sort of one last thing I need to tell you. It's bad. Really bad."
"What?" Her tone got serious. This was the first time she had looked truly worried.
"It's about Kevin."
Mom's eyes changed. This I knew she wasn't going to be able to handle.

"My God," she said softly, "What did he do?"

***

She was trying her hardest not to cry but ended up failing in the end. I couldn't really tell if it was from grief or anger. My two companions could think of nothing further to say, so we just sat there and watched her have a breakdown. Finally I got up and went over to try and give what comfort I could. The moment I put my hand to her shoulder she grabbed it and squeezed tightly. When it came to emotions like this, Mom was never really too good at expressing them, at least in a way a mother should.
"It's my fault," she said when she'd gotten enough composure to speak.
"You can't blame yourself for something Kevin did."
"No Caden, it's MY fault. He's my son, no matter his age. And I was stupid to think I could-," she covered her face again. After a minute or so she did her best to explain, "There's a reason he hasn't been home all this time."

"Well, why? What is it? Had he done it before?"
"...Yeah," she nodded, looking at the table, "And this makes me the world's sh*ttiest parent for looking the other way."
"What happened?"
She hesitated, "The year before he left he'd gotten into some trouble with one of the girls in the neighborhood. She had told her parents Kevin had tried to rape her on a date the two of them had gone on. Well, her parents came to us and wanted an explanation....and I said-," she stopped and used a napkin for a tissue. Skip went to the bathroom and returned with a box of Kleenex.
"I said, before your father could even speak, that I didn't believe them and that our son would never do something like that. At the time I believed that, but...."

"No one would want to believe something like that," I said, "There's a difference in believing in someone and looking the other way. You can't beat yourself up over that."
"When we asked Kevin about it he was angry. Really angry. I didn't see it then, but your father...maybe he did. For whatever the reason when Kevin left he disconnected himself completely. That was when I knew. I knew it had to be true. And now to hear something like this...I could have stopped it from happening!" her anger was beginning to override her sadness. I don't know how many times she apologized to me. I lost count. She promised me after talking to Dad they were going to take care of everything. She wanted to know if I was alright and not just physically.
"If it hadn't been for these guys, then no," I said, "I love them." Mom found out about the bruises I had on me and nearly died. The only way to calm her down was to call it a night. The evening ended on a very somber note.

"Is Mom crying because of you?" Josh asked me on the stairs. I just nodded and went on up.



The next day the three of us went to get tested. Scott had snuck out without telling his parents. Skip was irritated that he still hadn't let his family know, especially after all that had happened yesterday.
"I thought we were taking this seriously. You just gonna hide us until summer?" Scott didn't answer as he drove.
"Hey, ease off man," I urged.
"No seriously, I want to know. How long are you gonna sneak around like this? Dude, I love you. Cadey loves you. Why are you so ashamed of it?"
"I'm not ashamed."
"Then tell them."
"It's not that simple. I don't have parents like Caden's. They won't accept it. The minute I tell them is the minute you never see me again."
"You're 18, Scott. Have you forgotten that? We're not little kids. That's what Caden's Mom was trying to say."
"I'll have nowhere to go except to your guys'. And I think the last thing your family needs is one more person under the roof."
In a way Scott was trying to be rational. To just hang in there until he could fend for himself. I understood. But Sam didn't.

When we reached the clinic there was barely anyone there. Just us, and some skater dude who ended up sitting nearby.
"What brings you guys in? Wild party or somethin'?" He leered at us in a burnout sort of fashion, his board leaned against the chair next to him.
"You could say that," Skip replied. Whenever it came to the subject of fornicating, be it around strangers or otherwise, Skip always had to be the first to speak.
"Cool." He was slightly older than us, perhaps in his twenties, "I think I got something from some chick out at SummerFest. She was this crazy hippie...shoulda listened to my instincts."
"Well, you know what they say about free love," Sam said in response. The skateboarder nodded, pushing some long blonde hair behind his ear, then he looked back at Skip, suddenly confused, "...What do they say?"

I must admit I was worried as we waited. Skip had insisted he was clean despite his track record, and Scott hadn't been with anyone other than me. I found this shocking since he'd had so many girlfriends. We were all clean. It took a load off our minds.
"Well, since we're all disease-free, how about some celebrating?" Skip suggested as we left.
"Dude, Caden's been through a lot. You should give him some time," Scott ordered.
"...What? You think by 'celebrating' I meant sex? Damn, Scott. Believe it or not, I can think about other things too."
"Sure you can, but I know that's what you meant..."
".....So?"

"Anyone thought about summer?" I asked out of the blue as we reached the car.
"Yeah, which is why I think we should make the most of our time together right now," Skip said.
"...Well, if he's gonna put it that way," Scott pondered. We got in.
"Not at my place," I said. Mom and Josh were home for the day.
"I think my folks should be gone by now," Scott suggested as he started up the engine.
"Isn't that kind of risky? I mean you barely escaped last time," I said.
"As long as we don't destroy the house and stay upstairs we should be ok."
I looked at Skip, whose eyes were glimmering with hope.
"Everyone buckle up," Scott said as we pulled out of the lot and then took off with a deafening screech. We weren't really gonna do this....were we?

***

I was screaming like a girl in the backseat and covering my face. Scott was driving like a madman, and Skip was headbanging to the music, cranked full blast.
"Dude, I didn't know you liked this kinda music!!!" Scott screamed over at Sam, "I mean, you're a little preppy and what not!!!"
"This sh*t rocks!!!!" Skip hollered back and with that rolled down his window, letting in the brisk ten degree air. We almost hit a parked car as Scott began thrashing around himself.
"DUDE!!! Watch where you're going! You're gonna kill us!!!" As I was trying to convince Scott to pay more attention to the road and stop windmilling his hair around, Skip had pulled himself halfway out the window and was yelling at people on the street. It was no use.

"Move outta the way motherf*ckers!! Wooooo!!!!!"
Everyone was honking at us as Scott passed through a red light without even looking. Skip was laughing like an idiot.
"We're gonna get pulled over!!! SCOTT!!" I grabbed a handful of long dark hair and pulled hard.
"OWW!!" He glared back at me.
"Watch the road dipsh*t!"
"Yeah, yeah," Scott sighed. I know I ruined the mood, but the remainder of our trip was somewhat less life threatening.
We entered the neighborhood and Skip had his fingers crossed as we rounded the bend. When he saw the driveway was empty he and Scott celebrated. I meanwhile was frightened at the idea of getting pummeled by two guys at once. Scott led us up to his room. I had been there many times before, but it was new to Sam.
"It'll be interesting trying to get us all onto this bed," Skip said as he plopped down onto the narrow twin mattress. The two of us looked at him. He was the only one with experience in group endeavors. Skip eased himself back to sit up against the headboard.

"You guys ok?" Skip asked.
"Uh, yeah. Fine....fine," Scott said and then looked at me.
"How the hell are we gonna do this?" I murmured with a smile.
"Wow, you two are a bit more tense than I was expecting. Sure you guys are up for it?"
"I am," Scott nodded, "Cadey if you still think it's too soon..."
"Shut up man," I said and took off my beanie.

It was like dropping a green flag.


I didn't get pummeled. Actually it all happened rather smoothly. Now that all of us were together we slowed down and savored it. Scott managed to get all his clothes removed first, Skip still had all his on and I was without a shirt. There was a lot of kissing between us. I felt a hand on my crotch, another on my chest. As I closed my eyes for a second to enjoy this new feeling my lips were covered in a long sweet kiss. I didn't know by who but I returned it eagerly.

Soon Skip was doing something to make Scott's breath stagger and we were a tangle of bodies. Finally we moved into somewhat an organized position. Scott was on fours, his ass facing Skip who still sat against the wall. I was determined to service my best friend and wriggled underneath him, lining up my mouth with his balls and managing to get one into my mouth, my head propped up on Skip's thigh. Sam was teasing Scott's entry with a finger, making wide to narrow circles over his sensitive areas. Scott tried to move away but the two of us held him in place. We were soon working as a team, Skip moving his fingers according to my mouth. I used a free hand to squeeze Skip's bulge which was but inches from where my head was resting.
"Don't worry about me, let's finish him off," he encouraged and we worked on Scott until he could stand no longer. I had to pull my mouth away. There was just too much of it.
The oral play didn't end up lasting much longer though. We all wanted it. Scott caught his breath as I helped Skip out of his things. Together we pulled down his briefs, watching him spring free and arch upward towards his stomach.

"You guys may think I'm silly, but I want to tell you something...," Skip said as he played with himself a little, "See, I've always had this one thing I've wanted to do with the two of you. If you don't mind I'd like to try it."
"What is it, some weird fetish?" Scott sat up next to me as we faced him.
"Depends on how you look at it. Besides, I only think it's fair."
"Fair?" I asked, my erection twitching for all to see. I was hoping no one was noticing the precum I was leaking. I'd tried to hold out as long as Skip but was having some trouble. Scott saw it and covered my head with his hand, rubbing it for me. As I verbally responded to this Scott again inquired as to what Skip's fantasy might be. It sure wasn't a fantasy, or a fetish. And I found it damn near impossible.
"No way, there's no way they'll fit," Scott was shaking his head, "We can take turns but we're not doing that."
"Aw, come on guys. I wanna do it. It'll be good."

With that Sam hiked his legs up. He offered himself at us, "Please?"

***

"Easy, easy....No, not like that! Ow!"
"Caden, you're cutting off the circulation in my legs."
"I can't help it, there's nothing to hold on to."
"Put your weight on the bed, not me."
"Ow! Damn it!"

Sam patiently waited it out as Scott and I bitched at each other. It had been a battle in itself just to see who could get to the lube first.
"I see I'm gonna have to do a bit of instructing. Letting you two just go for it was a bad idea," Skip said and we both got off him, "Scott, sit back like I was sitting."
"I guess since you're such a pro at this you'd know best, huh?" Scott sat down, his back against the headboard and helped Skip onto his lap. He gritted his teeth as he went, but made no noise.
"You alright?" Sam breathed, looking back at Scott who affirmed. Skip rode him a few times, trying to get himself relaxed. Then he looked at me.
"Alright, in ya go."
"Are you crazy? Looks like you can barely...," My face flushed. I couldn't say it.
"If you love me, you'll do it," Skip said in a sing-songy fashion. I moved up hesitantly, making sure my legs stayed inside of Scott's this time.
"You do know that this is gonna hurt all of us....You do realize that, right?" I said.
"...Do you wanna do this or what? Stop bein' such a hoe-bitch and put it in you idiot! How long do you expect me to last like this?" Scott said.
"That's right, you'd better get going. Scottie here's a sensitive boy. He might come any second," Skip teased.
"Don't call me Scottie-ah!"

I'm not sure how I did it, but I managed. Although I could only make it about halfway in it was more than enough.
"S..see? That wasn't so bad," Skip said to me as he leaned his forehead on mine. He was quite the tough cookie about it but I guess that was to be expected of him.
"You ok?" I asked, panic in my voice, "Scott, did I hurt you?"
The only thing I heard from Scott was a bit of labored laughter and an inaudible insult. Skip gave me a kiss to ease my worry.
"I'm ok, Cadey."

Scott and I then started to move. Slowly. The first time I heard Skip cry out I was shocked. I never imagined him wanting to bottom, let alone to both of us at the same time. Scott began a long string of groans for which he was so famous. Once I got going rubbing against him it felt good. Really good. I had tried to stay somewhat stoic, me being the leader of this situation, but it just didn't happen.
"Does it feel good?" Skip asked me as I tried in vain to control myself. I nodded and pushed harder. Scott's small bed was creaking against the wall.
"Scott, how you holdin' up back there?" Skip received a slap on the ass as a reply.
"You know guys," Skip panted, "I've been thinking since Caden mentioned it. About...," he swallowed, "Summer, I mean."
"I thought we were enjoying the moment," I pushed Scott's legs further apart.
"There!" Scott was urging me to continue rubbing in one certain spot.
"We are...but..,"
"Now is not the time to be practical," I pushed as hard as allowable. While Scott would just go on long tangents of 'yeahs' and moaning our names, Skip was more creative.

"F*cking!!...Gretzky's!!!....Sweaty!!! Ass!!!"
"What the hell?" Scott looked around at him. Skip grabbed my arm, and I nearly lost my balance.
"You're better at it than I am. Get to work." He closed my hand around his length. I guess I must have done well because he came before the both of us in an excess of explicatives. Scott followed, and I was last. Needless to say I was shocked in the least.

"That was good guys...exactly what I wanted," Sam said as we cleaned up.
"Great, but let's not make a habit of it ok?" Scott was tenderly wiping himself. He cringed a little.
"Ah don't be such a wimp," I smiled at him. I had gone into what I now call 'Mega Pink mode'. I'd had a little, so I was itching for more.


I liked it better when we...(sorry there's no better way to put this) chain f*cked. Lucky me got to be in the middle and we were able to lay on our sides so as not to be so sore when it was over. Skip was kind enough to hold both Scott and my legs up. He's such a gentleman. Since there were three of us it was also faster paced. Someone was always ready after someone else was done.

I don't care what anyone may tell you. Threesomes are fun.

When Scott's parents returned we had just finished cleaning up. The three of us headed downstairs. Scott's Mom and Dad had never been very friendly. From all the stories I'd heard it seemed they were kind of a pain. They tolerated me, but that was about it. They were more interested in Scott's academic life than anything.
"Oh, Scott. Caden, hello," Scott's Father said with that accent I had grown used to over the years. He's one of those dashing Spaniard looking guys women go for I guess. My family had always tried to warm up to them back in the day. We'd invite them over for cookouts but they would repeatedly refuse. To Scott it was always embarrassing.
"And who might chu be?" Scott's mother asked Skip.
"Oh, I'm-"

"He's my boyfriend, Mom."

"...............Your what?"

Scott hadn't even warned anyone he was going to do it.

"Mom, Dad, this is Sam. He's my boyfriend."

Deafening silence.

"Tell me you're not saying what I think you're saying," Scott's Father's face was already turning red with anger.
"Yeah, I'm sayin' it. We were just on our way out."

"No son of mine...," his Mother muttered.
"You are saying you are...gay? Caden, did you know this?"
"He would," Scott said before I could respond, "Considering he's my boyfriend too."




"You...you joke with us?" his Mother asked.

"No, I'm not. I love them. So...sorry."





"...Go pack your things."

Scott had been right. Sam looked at me as if he didn't know what to do.

"Mom?"

"You heard your father. Noting like this unda our roof...we cannot have it."

"Some parents," Scott said and I felt him take my hand, "I'll get my stuff later."
Before we knew it we were out of the house and back in the car. Scott was driving quite angrily.
"No, no dude," I said as he made for the main street that lead to the city, "We're going home. To my house."


-

"Can't say I wasn't expecting it. Scott, you'll take the living room couch for now. The back office needs cleaning out so Caden you and the boys can do that if you want him to have a room."
"Thanks Mrs. Gobel," Scott was having a hard time keeping it together. She had offered a hug but he collapsed into her arms.
"I can't believe they really did it," I heard him mutter.
"Hey," she wrapped her arms around him, "What's with the 'Mrs. Gobel'?"
"...Thanks, Kate."
Mom squeezed him hard. She'd always been there when Scott's parents hadn't. Which was often.
"Ah, no tears. Be a man, huh?" She said as they released, and she gave him a hard kiss on the forehead.
"What's going on?" Josh walked in.
"Looks like there's one more under the roof. Just when things were getting quiet."
"Told your parents, huh?" Josh looked at Scott as he wiped his face with his sleeve.
"Yeah. Sorry little dude. I don't know what you must be thinking of all this."

"I'm glad Caden brought you here."
That was all he said with a smile, and walked to the kitchen.
Skip slapped Scott on the back, "Looks like you're home dude."
"Just don't make me regret it. None of.....that," She pointed at us, "Separate rooms. Got it?"

The next day Scott came into the back office as Sam and I were moving junk around. There were a pile of letters in his hands. He held up an envelope at me.

Herring Art School.

...Where I was to be going next year.

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