18 Weeks of Twoey - 104. Week Fifteen Saturday, December 13, 2014: Looking for Order

If everybody minded their own business, the world would go around a great deal faster than it does.

- Lewis Carroll

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There were certainly no confusing fantasy morphs this morning. I was zeroed in on Donny Nelson from first stroke to final explosion. I simply let my mind go where it wanted to, and it wanted Donny. I didn't even feel guilty about it. It's a whack-off fantasy for God sake. Why should this be more troubling than a female teen movie star? It’s all fantasy.

I was still angry and pissed-off about last night anyway. Two calls from Alex. The first right before I went down to supper, just after I had finished Damien, chapter 6. She wanted to know why I wasn’t in school. Was I sick? Were we still going to Syracuse? I tried to explain I got a headache and came home. She was about to start in on the headache when I told her I had to go down to eat.

Why didn’t I check the fucking answering machine when I got home? Just when I was in need of order in my life, I found out the goddamn school called. So over dinner last night, Aunt Sarah, my father and even my brother were all wearing worried looks and asking too many questions. I could have deleted the message and avoided all their fucking cross-examination. Jesus, can’t a guy have a bad day? Is it some kind of fucking sin? I tried to be calm and answer their questions, but I was roiling inside.

Then after dinner, I got texts from Gary and Nels and even a fucking voice call from Sam. Jesus, I’m surprised the fucking seagull didn’t come tapping on my window! But then Alex called again! I’m telling you, if I didn’t need her for the goddamn Syracuse trip today, I think I’d have told her to butt-out of my life forever. But I was all nicey-nice and got rid of her by saying the headache wasn’t like the pains I got that day at Sam’s – little white lie.

So after my experience with Donny, where at least he didn’t fucking pester me about fucking headaches, I found myself shaving for the third fucking time this week! After that, I did some texting of my own, hitting up Grampa for some serious bucks so I could do Christmas shopping. My account is fat right now. I figured I would convince Alex to shop with Maryellen for a while so I could find something for her. It would get her out of my fucking hair and let Mike and me do some serious examining of the Twoey and Erik state of affairs.

While sitting at the bus station, waiting for Alex and the Syracuse bus to arrive, I thought I saw Gary, standing across the street. Getting up and walking over to the dirty window, so I could see better, my view of whoever it was got blocked by a black Cadillac. A few seconds later, the car glided away and the boy was gone. It wasn’t so much I could recognize him, since the window was so grimy and I was sitting way across the room from it, but the boy had Gary’s general shape and he was fidgeting on his feet the way Gary always does when he's nervous and waiting. My thoughts got trampled on though, because Alex arrived at that moment.

We had a chat on the hour-long ride to Syracuse. I made her promise to back-off from the topic of yesterday’s headache by telling her she was beginning to sound like her mother. That sure as shit stopped her fast! She intelligently decided to change the subject to Randy. I was happy to learn Randy came out to her, and that we were going to have our talk Monday after school at Randy's house. Then she told me I was supposed to eat dinner at her house after the talk. Shit! Didn’t Alex get the hint I don’t like her mother? Anyway, I’m thinking I probably should make a Plan-B and bring along a few bucks for Kory's, in case Alex hates me after our meeting, which is most likely. She did try to probe into what we were going to talk about, but I explained that Randy had to be present when I even brought up the topic. She accepted that, but wasn’t happy about it. Actually, I’m sure she didn’t accept it, but I think she was starting to sense my mood today. Maybe my death grip on the seat arm gave me away. I was also sure Randy hadn’t mentioned the kiss. There was no indication about the kiss from Alex whatsoever. That would have been sort of awkward to explain, on a bus driving toward Syracuse. I also noticed that she wasn’t armed, so there was that.

We met Mike and Maryellen and everyone got introduced. She was a cute red-haired Irish girl. No ...really Irish ...accent and all. Apparently she’d only been in the U.S. since the summer, when Mike had been trying to build up the courage to ask her out. I was deciding how to approach the Twoey problem with Maryellen present. When Mike mentioned Twoey, Maryellen responded, “The cute gay friend whose picture you showed me?” That’s when I decided she could safely be included too.

So I explained my concerns to Mike. Everything that I could remember from their first meetings in the gym class, the bleacher escapades, their coming out as boyfriends to our small group, and then the slow isolation and seeming subservience of Twoey to Erik.

“He’s a year older?”

“Actually about a year and a half older.”

“What do you, yourself, think, David?”

“Well I’ve only known Twoey since September, but it doesn’t seem to be in his nature to shed friends. I’m also a little bit worried because this could be the pattern for the beginnings of an abusive relationship. I hope I’m wrong ...but I’m worried. That’s why I wanted to talk to you, to find out if there was anything like this behavior in his past. You know, maybe it’s not so unusual after all.”

“Nuh-uh ...this doesn’t sound like Twoey at all, and it certainly doesn’t sound good. I think your worries are more than a little justified. Twoey never had a million friends, he was always pretty selective. That means he isn’t likely to be dumping them. Especially you, David. What he told me about you showed how seriously he viewed your friendship. Remember when I thought you replaced me? That's how close he was. Him shedding your friendship has really got me upset.”

“Well, he hasn’t shed me completely – yet, but we have virtually no interaction anymore. A smile in math class is all.”

“OK, let me think about this while we do some shopping.”

Then he asked the girls if we could spend a little time shopping alone, in case we wanted to find something for them. They laughed and agreed to meet us in the food court at 1:30 for lunch. Mike was so much more diplomatic than I would have been. But then, he never met Alex’s mother.

Mike and I shopped for our girls but kept tossing around ideas about the Twoey situation. He was adamant that he absolutely had to see it for himself. He decided to invite Twoey to visit the mall with Erik next Saturday, where he and Alan would meet them and try to gauge what was going on. “Maybe if we use the ruse of giving him alone time to shop for this Erik guy, we can lure them up here.”

“That’s probably a good approach, but don’t do anything that might put Twoey in danger, or that might drive Twoey closer to Erik and isolate him even more. That’s one of the problems I’m having. If I tell him anything, I’m worried it’ll just make him defend their relationship and force them closer together. And don’t be surprised if Erik vetoes the trip.”

“If Erik vetoes the meeting, he’ll receive a little visit from me and Alan he’ll never forget.”

Then I added, “You know, they’re becoming more obvious and kids are starting to talk about them.” I told him about the parking lot incident and even about my ‘PDA’ note and the initial reaction it got from Twoey before he realized I was trying to help him. That’s when Mike made an observation that had completely eluded me.

“I think Erik is actually trying to out them.”

“Why on Earth would he try to do that?”

“Think about it for a minute. Erik becomes the big strong protector. Twoey will be even less likely to want to be on his own without Erik around to defend him. He can’t even break up with him if he thinks he’d have to stand completely alone, with no friends anymore, and all the school knowing he’s gay.”

I stared at him with my mouth open. Mike might be right! Fucking Erik was trying to force Twoey to be outed to keep him under his control! I knew I needed to talk to Sam about this angle too. I also apologized to Mike for my David2 behavior, which brought him to Daleville to meet with Gary on the very day I was kidnapped. We had a brief discussion about all of that too. I’m liking Mike more every time I meet him.

Our shopping was actually pretty successful. We found a few things for the same girls who pretended they weren’t trying to guess what was in the bags we had collected. Lunch was fun. Maryellen was entertaining and had lots of really humorous stories to tell. We agreed to get together in the future.

On our bus ride home I brought Alex up-to-date with Mike’s plans. She was stunned too, that she hadn’t thought of the trying to be outed angle. For much or our ride, I spent some quiet time analyzing Alex, and became nervous about how she was going to handle Monday’s confessions. I figured this might be our last day together, so I intended to spent the rest of the evening with her. We ate at Kory’s and even went to the movies. I held her hand, but when Alex leaned over to give me a kiss, I got another one of those head pains. These things aren’t like normal headaches, where you could tough it out. This fucker hit me like Burch did with his bat. It threw me right back against my seat and I lost track of everything for a brief moment.

“What happened? Another headache?” I just barely heard what she said as I came back to the present. For all I knew, she could have been asking that a couple of times.

“I’m OK. It only caught me off-guard for a moment.”

“No you’re not!”

Then she dragged me out of the theater and was on her phone to Mrs. Reich, my favorite person. Before I knew it, I was being driven home, trying to deflect that witch’s probing questions. When they dropped me off, I promised I would tell my father what happened, but I told her I needed Sunday all to myself. I told her I needed to rest. Actually, I wanted to go to the new church and spend some time with my brother. What I really needed, of course, was to psyche myself up both for Monday’s three-way talk and Tuesday’s appointment with Dr. Keating. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I wasn’t being fair to Alex.

She needs some order in her life.

Chuck

What a weekend! The plan was for me to stay with Matty on Friday night because Curt was at a middle school away swim meet. Then I would go over to the Snyder’s house and spend the day and night with my boyfriend. On Sunday, we would both walk back to Matty’s for breakfast where my mother expects me to be when she picks me up. I didn’t want her to know anything about Curt, because she would want to meet his parents, and I hadn’t even done that yet!

Friday night was a blast, with blowjobs, me fucking Matty and Mark fucking me and we worked out other permutations too ...hehe. But the highlight was Saturday! After breakfast, I texted Curt to make sure he was up, and I began walking over to his house, but he met me half way! On our walk back he asked me how Friday night was. I gave him some of the gory details, but he stopped me and, in fact, stopped us from walking any further.

“We need to come to some kind of agreement about our status. We need some order, don’t we?” He looked very serious.

“Jeez, I’m so new to all this I didn’t even think! Is what I did last night going to screw up our relationship?”

“No, not unless we decide to never have any sex except with each other. We can do it either way.” I had to think about that for a while.

Then I said, “Matty and Mark introduced me to sex. I’m still so new to this. They’re fun, but being with them isn’t like being with you. I like you an awful lot Curt. I’ll do anything you ask.”

“How about we keep sex exclusively between just the two of us, except we allow ourselves to also enjoy a few special people? I’d think Matty and Mark and my brother Cory would be on that short list. It’s only because we both enjoy those guys.”

“YAY!! That’s a super idea. But I’ve never ‘enjoyed’ Cory.”

“Well, that’s easy enough to fix. He’ll be at home sometime tonight, and I know he’ll enjoy getting to know you!” He put a devilish smile on that sexy face!

So that means my life won’t change much, except I’ll add a new guy to my group of friends and, I hope, be with Curt a lot more often.

We got to his house, which was very impressive! I met his mom and dad and then he brought me to his room. I almost shit myself. There is a glassed-in walkway at the end of a long hall. The walkway goes right around two sides of a large outdoor swimming pool! The walkway becomes a hall with one side glass overlooking the pool and the other side revealing three rooms. He said the first was Cory’s, the second room he actually showed me. It was a huge bathroom with a super huge shower with wall jets and shit. The third door was his room. Each of the brother’s rooms also connected directly to the bathroom. These guys were rich!!! The boys had like their own condo complex away from the rest of the house, separated by a pool! Curt said it was even a lot nicer in the summer, when he could just jump out of his bed and into the pool to wake up!

I asked if Cory was on the high school swim team, but he said that Cory’s whole life was baseball, although he is a pretty good swimmer too. Well, Duh! ...so would I be, with a pool outside my bedroom door.

He kissed me as soon as we were inside his room. It was a long gentle kiss. When we broke it, he said, “I’ve been waiting all week for that!” Then we kissed again, this time a little sexier with our tongues frolicking away. Then it was my turn to tell him I’d been waiting all week for that!

I wanted to taste him so badly; I started undressing him until he was naked in front of me. I have never seen anything quite so arousing as a naked Curt Snyder! I’ll never get tired of seeing him like that. My erection was actually hurting me, I was so stiff. Curt helped me a bit, by removing all my clothes. Then we wandered over to his Queen-sized bed and as he stretched out on his back, I positioned myself over him with my mouth at his and his mouth at mine. We began to slowly blow each other. I think I’m starting to get a little better at this, and Curt’s cock is just perfect. Perfect length, perfect width and it just looks pretty. We pleasured each other for a long time. When I would feel him getting close, I busied myself on some other part of his sexy body. He had similar diversions when I got close. Oh, God! I never would have thought the inside of my thighs, close to my balls. was such a sensitive area. I was learning fast, as I copied pretty much everything he did. Finally, we were both just one sensation away and so each sucked the other all the way in. We flooded each other’s mouths. I swallowed as much as I could. Curt is delicious! I think I gave him way more juice than he gave me, but then I am a year older. I think it took me a whole minute to stop spasming!

We swung around and kissed, sharing the flavors. I held him as tightly as I could, and fell asleep on his chest. I think it was about 10 minutes later when I woke up. As I lifted my head, his eyes fluttered awake too. We simply smiled at each other. I have a beautiful and sexy boyfriend! I suggested he give me a demonstration of the shower and then wander over to the rink or something.

Curt’s demonstration was very creative! First, he lubed me up and fucked me against the shower wall with a hot misty spray on us. He took great care not to make me cum. After he blew his load, he moved us over to a clear area of the shower and gently prepared my tool. He changed from a spray to a rain, and then had me fuck him against the shower wall until I blew hard into the condom. Hehe ...I blew so hard I was afraid I might have blown a hole in it! We cleaned up good and dried off, kissing at every opportunity. We knew we wouldn’t be able to repeat it until we got back to his house, so we had to get our share of kisses in!

We skated a little with some of his classmates, who were there. He has an interesting group of middle school friends. Each time we would talk to one and skate away, he’d whisper into my ear things like “straight,” “gay,” “straight, but he let be blow him,” “disgustingly straight,” and the neatest of all was a pretty cute kid, where he said, “I’m still trying to figure him out.”

We got back to his house in time for dinner. As fancy and rich as his parents are, my mom’s a better cook. But it was OK. At least I got to meet Cory. He’s pretty handsome, but he was going to the movies or something with a friend named Randy, I think. After dinner, Curt pulled me aside and said Cory would be back and horny because that Randy kid didn’t always put out. Well, that certainly gave me something to look forward to!

We went back to Curt’s room and watched a movie and made out, tried to play a video game, but that was hopeless. We kept dying because we couldn’t concentrate. I mean, how can you concentrate with Curt rubbing your nipples or whatever part of your body he decided to explore? A tongue in my ear was the final straw. We were naked and he was fucking me hard in a matter of half a minute. This time he came pretty fast (he was very active) and since I hadn’t come yet, he just kept fucking. His dick stayed hard but it must have been just a little sore. That certainly didn’t stop Curt – nothing stops Curt – and he kept pounding me until I finally blasted all over us and he came again! Now I knew his cock had to be sore.

We rested up for about half an hour and it was my turn to fuck him. Remembering Matty’s hints, I tried to pay attention to the strokes that made him moan, and then attempted to hit that spot as much as possible. Finally he blasted again (poor sore cock) and that sent me into my final thrusts and I blew my load. We rested for a few minutes, but were definitely ready for another shower. First we wrapped all the condoms and discarded them, and then showered. This time we only cleaned ourselves – too sore!

We dried off but stayed naked. Curt put on some music and we got into the big bed and cuddled, falling asleep right away.

I woke up Sunday morning with the sun hitting my face. His window obviously faces east! His arms were around me from behind as I held him in front of me ...wait! WHAT?!

I found myself sandwiched between Cory and Curt. I could feel Cory's morning wood pressing into my rear, so I wiggled back and he pulled me closer. I wiggled some more and it wasn’t long before he disappeared for a few minutes. Next, he was back with supplies. Cory’s quite a bit bigger than Curt ...he is a couple of years older. But Cory is a very good fucker, from my limited experience. He lubed me and worked his way in with minimal discomfort and then maximum pleasure. My ankles tightened around his neck as I tried to push back into every one of his thrusts. My eyes were closed and I was really gasping as I stroked myself and then felt my orgasm quickly approaching.

I remember shouting out as I splashed on my chest and, at first, I thought I must have outdone myself because my face was splattered with cum, until I heard Curt yell and I opened my eyes to see that he had come all over my face! Just when I realized that, Cory smashed hard into me and came himself. Curt said, “You guys were too hot, I couldn’t keep my hand off my own cock! Come on Chuck, let’s clean up.” The three of us showered, without any more sex, and then Curt and I took off for breakfast at Matty’s house. Yeah, I had sore parts.

By the way, never get cum in your eyes.