Hair of the Dog - 3. Part Three: The Conclusion

My post-cum walk on the grass over to the creek – and to Junior – was a nice one. I stepped out of my sneakers, tied the laces together and flung them over my shoulder. The grass licked between my toes and made my cock stir to life again.

I found Junior alone. He was sitting in the crotch of a split ash tree. His right foot was up, his basket spread open to my view, and his hands were up by his ears pushing on the two trunks. All I wanted to do was walk up between his legs and lean my body into his. I'd feel his arms lower onto my back, and I could press my ear against his heart.

"Hey," I said, stopping a few paces in front of him.

"Where are the 'assholes?'"

"Them? Oh, they're coming." I smirked.

I wanted to get close to him. 'Fuck,' I thought. 'It's Junior. What am I afraid for?'

I let my shoes fall to the ground. I went up to him, close enough to touch. He gave me that look again, same as at the table, same as in the car.

I put my fingers on his thigh. I could feel the same wave of heat through the denim as before, only now that same heat flushed his cheeks too. I walked fingertips up to near the hard crease that marked the border of his bulge. I leaned my ass on the inner thigh of his other leg.

I could hear him swallow.

I held up my forearm. "Smell."

Junior took me by the wrist and guided my arm up to his nose. He looked pleased. "You used my soap."

"Do you like?"

"On you, yes, little man."

I pointed to my head. He gently grabbed on, drew in my sandy mop with the inside of his elbow and inhaled deeply – like old men do with the heads of infants.

My open palm laid flat on his zipper. I tightened slightly and felt he was hard; I felt his hard balls rumble and protest to get at my grasp.

He did not pull me into him, like I dreamed he might. His hands and arms did not tighten around me; I felt sick, because he actually let go of me.

I stepped back, and I think I must have looked sad, 'cause that was how he looked. All I really wanted was for his strong hand to reach out and drag me back into him; back into his kisses.

I told him, "I like that I smell like you. I wish you were my older brother too."

"No, you don’t."

"But I do!"

"Then, no I don’t. I don’t want you to be my brother."

"What do you mean? Why not...? You don’t like – "

"Not like that, little buddy. I don’t want you to be my brother, because I like you, and this way I can stay, or – become…" his voice trailed off; he stopped. He swallowed hard.

My heart beat so fast, then I considered something.

"Ok," I reassured him, "I remember what you said at the table, and…and, I will."

He looked puzzled, but before we had any more time, a sound was heard coming our way.

Jett and Brody traipsed up to us. Both sloshed gallon-sized fuel canisters that were bright red. Junior's whole attitude and demeanor changed. "Where the fuck…" he stood up and paced towards them "…have you two fuck-ups been?"

They shrugged all innocent, and tried hard not to make eye contact with each other. I wondered to myself exactly what type of 'gang' these three formed.

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Tiki torches were lit and staked a big circuit around a slender ash tree with high foliage. The light shimmered off the moving water, and made the sighing ripples come to life.

Junior looked regal. He paced before the line that me, Randal and Roy formed with a torch in his hand. The golden light from the flame licked his fair-haired curls, and made the nap on his bare arms glint like 4th of July sparklers.

"You boys," he chanted, "know what's in store for you? In store, IF you are brave enough to attempt it?"

The three of us shook our heads, which apparently displeased him.

"What?!"

"No, Junior," I called out.

"No," The twins chimed in harmony.

"To run in our circle…" his head bobbed towards Jett and Brody standing nearby "...you have to prove your merit. You have to be able to stand up for yourself, and the only way to do that is to face fear in the face and tell it – 'Fuck You.'"

'Whoa,' I thought, 'Initiation!'

Junior went up to Roy at the end of the line. "You ever been burned at the stake, boy?"

Roy just gulped: "No."

"No. I thought not. It takes a special man to come through the flames, intact and stronger."

The twins glanced at each other. Together they said, "We will!"

"Are you sure?" Junior cautioned.

"Yes!"

"Tie them up guys." Junior stepped aside, and the 'assholes' grabbed a twin apiece. They shouldered them over to the ash tree and made them stand with their backs against it. A rope appeared and Jett and Brody wound it around the boys' chests and upper arms.

"Tie 'em tight!" Junior said as he supervised. "So they can't run away, even if they get terrified!"

In the meantime, Junior staked his torch and picked up a roll of paper towels. He began to lay them sheet-by-sheet in a big circle around the tree and his brothers. I started to help. The paper was about six feet away from the closest part of twin and tree.

After it was made, Jett and Brody followed behind, tipping a drizzle from the fuel cans onto the paper.

When they were done, they took the cans about twenty feet away and came back.

I stood by Junior's side.

He shouted at Randal and Roy: "Are you ready to face your fears? Are you ready to become men?!"

"Yes!" they said.

Junior fished out a matchbook from the watch pocket of his jeans. He flipped up the cover with a smirk for me, took a match and pinched it close to the head with his fingertips. He sealed the book; he struck it and fire sparked from the end of my Apollo's touch.

He flicked it onto the paper towel. Fire immediately shot up six-foot at the precise point of contact. The flame was yellowy-orange and darted like an upside-down cascade around the entire circuit.

Junior growled at his buddies: "You dickwads – is that kerosene?"

"Gasoline..." Jett stammered, like it was ok.

"…Fuck...." Junior sighed in disbelief.

The twins didn't scream. I could see their open eyes and mouths through the curtain of fire. They looked transported.

The flame was beautiful. The snapping fringe of the ring's crown sent dancing light all under the canopy of the tree. Shadow reached high up into the top branches, and near colorless smoke played with every leaf.

The circle was complete. It was like a passageway you could read about in a book – one through which a time-traveler, or fairies, or leprechauns could enter into our world.

But, in about 90 seconds, the fire lowered itself. The paper towels became floating ash fragments buffeted up by the heat. Their edges were still burning orange, but their cores were dead. As they drifted back down again, the fire was out.

Brody and Jett went and loosened the rope.

"Well, boys? I mean – men – how was it?" Junior was ear-to-ear grins.

Roy and Randal ran around whooping and hollering. "Awesome!" They chorused one another, and sprang high-fives on the 'assholes' and their older brother.

"Ok," Junior said to his posse. "Clean it up – "

"No!" I grabbed his arm. "Me too!"

Junior couldn't really hold my stare. "These idiots fucked up. It's too dangerous, I can't let – "

"Oh, fuck yes you can." Then I was sad all of a sudden; I was pleading, and Junior was looking at me deep. "I know, but I wanna join up. It's my initiation, my chance to join with you."

Junior swallowed hard. He raised his head, shouting: "Tie him up good and tight guys!"

Bound, I watched the twins and punks lay the toweling, but Junior would only let himself apply the gasoline. He bent his back to the task and looked worried every time an extra drop escaped the nozzle.

Now they all stood in a row with Junior in the middle. He had his matchbook out. "Are you ready?" His tone was low, and emotionally soft. "Because, you don’t have to, little man – "

"I'm ready!" I shouted back. "Do it!"

As I glanced up, the match was flicked on the paper and flame rose taller than my blond farm-boy Apollo. The fire encircled me completely.

Perhaps fear heightened all my senses, but it was so fucking beautiful. The ceiling of tree above me danced itself alive, and staring through the wall of rippling yellow-orange light, the world on the other side seemed unreal. Out there was make-believe. In here, with me, as my heart nearly pounded out of my chest, was the real place I wanted to live forever.

The twins did not stand like the pillar of salt I had been, but danced around the entire tree chanting: "Burning at the stake!; Burning at the stake!"

But it was also through this living wall that Junior's sky-blue eyes of perfect hot-weather days found me. He was concerned, and maybe there was a more intimate sentiment playing there also. The good mood from the car ride, when he anticipated a 'wild night,' was transmuted into a serious one. I somehow thought that it was for the same reason, but now the 'wild night' was going to be more intense and personal than he imagined. Through this initiation of mine, it was Junior who was changed. And, fuck, he was beautiful.

The lyrics of Junior's badass song sang in my head:

"Now you're playin' with
A son of a bitch.

'Now you're playin' with
A son of a bitch...."

Now I was a son of a bitch, and although Junior's peepers looked on me with worry, I felt fucking alive. I felt completely free!

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After all the smoke and flame had settled, I ripped off my shirt and jeans in the twins' bedroom. I slipped on a new white tank top and stayed in my briefs. I brought my arm up to my nose, and to my relief, I still smelled like Junior. It was about 10:30, and that was what I wanted to do again. I lay on top of my sleeping bag on the floor between Roy and Randal's beds. I brought my arm up to my face. I inhaled his scent and felt my balls rumble.

I stood up. I stood still. Both boys were asleep on top of their sheets. Even in their slumbers they matched at home, for now they wore matching cut-off tees and printed Tasmanian Devil pajama bottoms.

A couple of minutes later, I felt like a spy. I was sneaking down the hall. All was quiet; no chance of bumping into anyone, as their folks were out all night, and Junior's posse was long gone. That also meant, I knew he was alone.

There was no light on in the hallway, only that spilling out from his open door. I tiptoed barefoot towards it, and paused by the frame.

Only one light was on, a reading lamp on his dresser at the head of his bed on the opposite wall from the door. His bed was pushed lengthwise against this wall, and the full side was open to my view.

Junior was lying on his elbows and belly. An open car magazine rested on his pillow. He wore only a pair of white briefs like mine. His feet were crossed and up in the air. The perfect sole of his right foot faced me full on.

The blond hair on his legs glowed from the rakish cast of his reading lamp, but there was more to see now that he was shirtless. Fine golden hair, as delicate as down, hugged his lower back, right along the sides and up the top where the shadows dipped to his spine. This translucent nap also disappeared under the band of his BVDs. I could smell that he had taken a shower after the initiation rites; his room was redolent with his clean smell, and his dark-brooding earthiness. I licked my lips to be so close to my golden boy.

I went into his room. As he sat up and put feet on the floor, I closed the door.

He patted the side of the bed next to him, but I went directly up to Junior, wrapped my hand around his neck and sat on his left leg. He used his hand to pull my legs over his right knee so I was fully sitting in his lap. I rested my head on his chest; my left hand on his bicep. I heard his strong heartbeat: Pa-poomp; Pa-poomp; Pa-poomp, it was steady and calm. He hugged me. He rocked me lightly and began to sing to me like he was whispering a lullaby:

"Heart shaker, soul taker,
What they're been singing' must be true."

Then his breaths caressed my forehead as he told me, "I'm sorry about tonight."

"Why? I loved it."

"But I put you in danger, and that was the last thing I wanted."

"What did you want?" I looked into his blue-eyed soul.

"This." He shivered. "I wanted you to come to me like this."

"Junior, I want to give myself to you."

He sighed, hitting my cheek with his breath. "I know you will, little man. But, for what reason? To belong? For protection?"

I swallowed my nerves down; I had never been this close to him before. "Because, I want you."

His finger went to my chin. I closed my eyes, and he kissed me. His lips were firm and authoritative, and I readily parted for them. He grunted and his hand gripped my cheek. His tongue raped my mouth, making me moan in unaccountable desire; it explored and found and cornered my tongue manfully.

My hand pushed on his chest without me wanting to. Sightlessly, I relished the prickly hair there, and I found his nipple. I brushed it once or twice, and it grew erect for me. I grazed it, then flicked it hard. Junior responded by licking the roof of my mouth.

I wrapped both hands around his neck, and started to scoot my ass. He supported my lower back, and I straddled him backwards like a chair.

I pulled my lips away from his. I opened my eyes. The expression I saw looked kinda sad, but definitely hot.

"You'll have to teach me," I warned him.

"Ok, little man." He pulled me into him by gripping hard on my ass. Now our stiff dicks pressed together through our drawers.

I let my hand finally run through his hair. It felt like relief and Junior smiled fully. I tipped his dirty-blond locks to my nose and breathed in deep. Juicy watermelon and biting lemon; I was in heaven.

He let his lips graze my throat, then kissed and gently licked up under my chin and along my jaw line. At the same time his fingers toyed with the hem of my shirt. He raised it, and I straightened my spine as he took it off my body. He let it fall on his pillow. He kissed my chest. He tongued my tit, and it sprung to life. He raked his teeth gently over it, and I grabbed onto his hair in ecstasy.

"Umm..." was all I could say.

He groaned too, then he stood up, holding me safe as I locked my legs around his waist. I kissed him and he turned me around and lay my back gently on the bed. He let go of my neck and kneeled behind my thighs.

He reached around and unclenched my feet. One by one he brought them lovingly to rest on his pecs.

He grinned at me devilishly, and raised my right foot to his lips. He kissed my middle toe, then let his tongue fuck the tender gap near the webbing. It was so sudden, I almost screamed. He ran that Apollo tongue of fire along the back base of the next toe, and fucked the neighboring void.

Then he put that foot back over his heart, and brought the other one up. He opened wide, and clamped down his lips on three toes – the biggest and the next two – and made my eyes roll back in pleasure. My ass actually twitched in spasm, and my wrists tingled. His free hand landed on my fly and rubbed. He might have made me cream my pants if he had continued that for much more – his tongue on my toes, his hand on my crotch – but then he stopped.

With both hands he felt the back side of my knees and pushed my legs towards my ears. He rose up on his knees, and switched so one forearm supported my elevated legs. With the other hand, he tugged at my waistband from the small of my back. My ass was exposed a moment later, then my balls and cock. He left my shorts straddling my knees in the air and bent his head down.

He moaned as he licked my hole, and my hands instinctively flew up to hold onto his upper arms. I had never felt that level of pleasure before. I felt like I was in the circle of fire again, only this side was where both fantasy and true life lay.

My blond stud tongued me over and over, and the pores of my body opened; opened not in sweat, but relief, like all tension had left them. My wrists sweated and ached in desire. This was what Jett was feeling right before he let Brody fuck him.

His tongue got rigid. He slid it in. He left it in a good long time and grunted. That vibration poured into the base of my spine like molten honey and raced up to my ears as a sort of deafness. It seemed my brain was shutting down useless centers to focus everything on Junior's lovemaking; as if he were a drug I suddenly needed more than anything else.

He tongue-fucked me. Each time going deeper, each time pressing my knees closer to my face. My dick was oozing precum all over my abdomen, and if I hadn't cum several times already today, I would have been seeding my own lips.

"No…" I mumbled through the haze of sensations. "Let me up."

He backed away, taking my briefs off my ankles.

I stood. "Stand up, Junior."

He did. I ran my hands down the center of his muscled belly and delighted in the golden hair lightly tufted there. I latched onto his waistband. I tugged at his shorts, and he slid the back portion over his beautiful ass for me.

I took them down to his feet and kneeled. I lifted one foot and detached his shorts; I did the same with the other. I stayed kneeling. His hand landed in my hair, and I locked onto his gaze.

Here was all the dark brooding scent of earth and spice and the apparent root of the essence of Junior. First I touched his balls. They pulled away from my contact, mighty and strong, but I felt their heft – weighty as all the promise of hot-weather bounty, and enough to fulfill our longing for a never-passing sweetness. My other hand went to the base of his cock. I lifted it away and it reacted strong like a spring. Junior's hood was flush and perfectly formed, meaty and curved in mystical symmetry. This cock of a young god was at least seven-inches, and growing larger under my touch. It was already as big and fat as his buddy Jett's at full bore. He had a thick pile of blond pubic hair and I lifted his dick higher so I could use my fingertips to comb through it.

I put his cock head on the edge of my tongue and massaged his balls hard. He rewarded me with a pearl of precum. He tasted like the juice of summer peaches running down my chin.

I put his whole head in my mouth and sucked. It flared, and the hands on my head guided me to take more, so I opened up and took another few inches, and clamped down again with my lips. Now his precum oozed directly down my throat.

I let up and sucked his dick properly. In and out, as much as I could I take. Each time he flared hard and left my tongue a little slicker with his pre-seed liquor. Yes, I could get drunk on him.

"Damn, kid," he moaned to the ceiling, his fingers curling rhapsodically against my scalp.

That made me take another few inches in my throat, and pull on his nuts harder.

After several minutes, I slowly stood, kissing my way up along his navel, tummy, chest and nipples.

"Lay down," I asked him, "on your belly."

He did, and I straddled his meaty backside, facing his feet. I lifted up one leg. I brought his sole to my lips. I kissed it once, then traced the gentle arch with my tongue. He writhed under me, but groaned in passion. To my surprise, his hand encircled my ankle resting on the bed and moved my toes to his lips. As he sucked them, I massaged the back of his foot and ran my tongue over every inch. Finally, I let his brawny big toe into my mouth and clamped down with suction.

I loved it. Now I was greedy for the rest, so each of Junior's piggies got kissed and sucked. I brought his other foot up too, and ran my tongue along both arches at once.

This seemed to be too much for him, for his torso twisted around under me and he tapped on my back like it was a wrestling match.

He put force behind this motion and had me flat on my back with him over me. He kissed me: a sweet kiss, a fine and long one. And that's exactly the way I kissed my blond farm-boy Apollo back. No one in high school would suspect Junior of knowing how a person wants to be kissed, much less that he could do it perfect, but he kissed me as perfectly as his body looked, and maybe I was the only one in the world who got that. I grabbed his dirty-blond hair and shook his lemon and watermelon scent all over me.

I pulled him back to kiss some more.

He panted into my mouth: "You want to cum?"

I pushed him back. I was dead serious. "I want you to cum."

"We can jack off together."

"No…." I shook my head.

"What then?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"You're too…. I'm too big. You can't take me."

"Fuck yes, I can. You won't hurt me, I know it."

"You sure, little buddy?"

I answered by way of grabbing both his ass cheeks. "I've been wanting you to fuck me for a long time."

He blinked and fell into raping my mouth again with his tongue. His cock grew harder and harder pressing against my stomach. I guessed he had been wanting to fuck me for a long time too.

He straightened up on his knees. He put a hand on his dresser edge and leaned over me. I cocked my head up to follow his motion, and grabbed onto his bicep; I pulled myself up to his armpit and buried my nose in it. His hair tickled, but I loved the feel of moisture there and had to 'taste' that scent. I kissed him, made him groan, and then tongued him hard. His presence on my palate was intoxicating: musky and primal. I felt the roof of my mouth tingle and shoot unnamed passion straight into my brain.

"Hold on, tiger," he moaned. "You'll make me cum before I can even get my dick in you."

I let up and he reached for a pump bottle of Jergens hand cream.

"What's that for?" I asked.

"For this," he said, spurting a fat glob in his hand and creaming his cock head. It smelled like almond and cherries. "Turn around and I'll do you."

He meant for me to show him my ass doggie style, and when I did, a cool and slippery wetness appeared on my hole. He gently pushed it in with his fuck-finger. I panted and grabbed onto his pillow. Although my tank top was there, his pillow was full of his watermelon scent. He twisted his sturdy finger in me and sunk it to the knuckle. It felt like he dug his way into my heart, and twisted it around. He worked the cream in good and deep, making me bite his pillow so I didn't cry out; I thought I might cum too before he ever fucked me.

"Are you sure?" he cautioned me again. "You're so tight."

I could barely turn from his pillow to stammer: "But not for long." Then I remembered Jett and Brody's tender exchange. So I goaded Junior with a little gentle pleading. "Come on, baby – fuck me."

That must have pleased my teenage Paul Newman, for he inhaled a sigh and raised full up on his knees. He forced my shoulders flat so my ass popped up fully to him, then he drew my backside against his thighs. I felt his perfect cock head at my portal. He put on pressure. As it started to enter, I saw stars and sensed a searing heat. He paused and stayed in place. I knew my man would not hurt me. I relaxed. He pushed and got his head in. I had never been fucked before. The feeling was incredible, and was made more exciting by the notion of who was doing it. He sank some of his shaft in and I felt the glide of hand cream soothe the way. He went deeper and my dick shot up to such a hard position that I thought I came. My hand checked. It was just precum. Junior started to pull out, and the sensation was different than going in – more comfortable, but hotter. He fucked me deep. And I tried to get up. His hand was there to keep me forcibly pinned to his bed. He slid in and out a couple more times.

"That's it. Just relax, and take me," he crooned.

"Junior…."

He stopped.

"…It hurts."

He pulled out.

"I'm sorry." He was holding my chest; kissing my lips and cheeks.

"No, baby," I said, "keep going."

"Well. We'll try a different position."

He got behind me. His legs and feet covered mine and he scooted his dick right up to my backside. With his strong hand he picked up my leg at the knee and draped it over his own. When he raised his leg, mine went with it, and opened up my ass fully to his cock. That feeling was awesome – with my lower foot and calf gripping onto his lying on the bed, and my upper one in the air so my hole was wide open to his tender assault – I felt both totally out of control and protected in a loving embrace.

He positioned his cock head at my fuck-hole again and guided it in with a slip of his index finger into me first. As his head was sliding back in, he reached around under my arm and drew my upper back full against his chest. This same hand reached up to my cheek and twisted my head around to him. As he slid his seven inches half way in, he locked his mouth on mine and caught my moaning sigh of pleasure and pain. My hand clenched his godly ass and shoved his hips into me so his dick sank all the way. I felt his fat balls push against the inside of my ass. He was fucking me. My Junior was taking my virginity, and doing it in style – a god's cock in my ass and a lyric tongue in my mortal mouth.

I kissed him with all the force I could muster to let him know how fucking wonderful he felt inside of me. I toyed with that pouty lower lip; biting it slightly and letting it in and out of my lips with his fucking motions.

He pulled half out, and then slammed me full to his balls.

'Fuck!' I screamed in his mouth.

He did it again, this time out almost to his engorged hood, then slammed his balls back to my ass cheeks.

I felt his hand on my cock. He started jacking me in rhythm with his strokes.

I never wanted his lips to let go of me. Slam! Stroke on my cock head; slam! Stroke; slam! I was gonna cum.

I broke out of his kiss. "You're gonna fuck the cum right out of me!"

"Shoot it, baby. Shoot!"

Slam; stroke. I was on the edge. Slam; stroke. I gripped onto his forearm. I knew my hand was trembling uncontrollably, that's how he made my whole insides feel. Slam; stroke. His scent of green freshness and brooding masculinity washed over me as my eyes closed from lack of blood-flow. Slam; stroke. I could blend my five senses at that instant – the feel of his golden arm fuzz at my fingers' grasp; the taste of his alkaline-sweet spit coating my mouth and lips; the scent of earth and piercing blue-sky tones; and lastly, as I let myself begin to lose control, his low voice in my ear pleading for me to: "Cum for me, baby."

I shot and hit the side of his dresser. His dick was half in me, and I felt myself convulse uncontrollably around his shaft as I shot a second time – he must have loved that feeling, because he panted in my ear and kissed it wildly. I shot again, and again, and one last lingering time, as his fingers, now slick with my spunk, tightened a ring just at the base of my cock head.

He turned my face back to his and I kissed him desperately, spent and energized at the same time.

"How was it?" His lower lip glistened in earnestness to know if he had pleased me.

I was literally speechless. All I could do was caress his cheek.

He pulled out, rolled off of the bed and grabbed a towel from the floor. He gave one end to me, with which I cleaned the dresser and bed, and with the other end he wiped his hand. He was about to use it to wipe my ass, when I stopped him. "What about you?"

"You can help me jack off."

"No," I laughed. "I'm not done with your cock yet."

I rolled onto my back and raised my feet in the air. I could smell almond and cherry – my cherry, busted, but hungry for more.

Junior licked his lips and sidled up. He let spit drool on my crack and pushed on my legs until his cock was at my greedy fuck-hole once more.

Now it sank in warm and comfortably. He easily glided all seven inches in.

"Now you're loosened up, kid." He wiggled his hips to get his cock even a little farther into me. My dick sprang back to life with every pull out and slam down. He started to get animated. The skin on his chest, legs, belly and arms began to glisten. His hands fell by my ears on the bed, his shoulders taking my ankles with him. He extended his legs all the way back so he was doing pushups with his cock in my ass. This was amazing. He could force his cock in much deeper this way, and he knocked my breath out with every down stroke. God, he was a stud. My stud.

His face hovered right above mine like a holy vision. With each stroke, and as his balls pummeled me, his expression grew more pained. My dick was pulsating to his body blows, to his deep and merciless penetration, and to the sweat pouring off his face into my open and amazed mouth. My hands shook that hair and grabbed on to his scent for dear life.

"Fuck me, Junior," I pleaded with him.

He bit down on his lower lip. I knew what he was going to ask. I encouraged him, digging into his scalp at the base of his skull. "Cum in me. It's what I've dreamed about. It's what I want."

He shook his head on the down stroke; his breathing held.

I stroked his cheek and nodded with a pleasured grin. "Junior, please."

He fucked the wind out of me.

"Are you sure?"

"Cum in me – only, call me that…that."

He looked puzzled a half second from behind his piercingly-sweet blue eyes, but then as he began to quiver out from the very core of his body, he told me breathlessly, " I love you, little man. I just fucking love you."

My dick orgasmed hands-free. I didn't expect it, but again my hole gripped and released spasmodically on Junior's cock buried deep within me, and that sent him over the top.

He collapsed on me, grunting in my ear, and I could feel his cock head pulsate as he pumped his seed in me helplessly, over and over. I grabbed onto his back muscles to hold him and felt them slick with perspiration.

He raised up to kiss me as he finished pumping me full of his love-juice, and I reached up to shake that watermelon scent all over me. It looked to me like that moment I was tied to the stake, the flames all around me, the canopy above alive with motion and magic. Yes, every joy of summer was full in my face at the very moment I shook my Apollo's dirty-blond hair over the top of me.

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The morning sunlight broke into the twins' room. I opened my eyes from their floor and blinked at their ceiling fixture. I sat up. I was in my sleeping bag wearing my tank top and drawers.

I thought to myself that I had had the funniest of dreams. That I had given myself to him, and Junior had fucked the hell out of me. But here I was.

I stood and stretched. Roy and Randal were asleep in the same bed. They were shirtless and lay front-to-back with Randal snuggled on Roy's arm as a pillow; his pajama-clad ass was tightly locked into Roy's crotch.

I itched my bellybutton and thought, 'Well, I guess they've slept together their whole lives. So cute, but what happened to their shirts? Sexy twins.'

As I scratched lower to my pubes, I noticed my briefs seemed loose. I flicked at the waistband and saw something inside. I peeled it back and read the carefully done initials there in magic marker: 'JR.' I reached back to my ass. My fingers slid in easily; it was loose and moist. I pulled it around and sniffed it out of curiosity. It smelled like almond, cherry, and salty-sweet pineapple. It was all no dream after all.

I began to dance around a little bit. The lyrics of Junior's song played in my head:

'Now you're playin' with
A son of a bitch.

'Now you're playin' with
A son of a bitch....'

I'd have to get a leather jacket of my own, or better yet, maybe Junior would slip on my shoulders one of his old jackets; I didn’t care which one, just as long as it had been in sustained contact with his flesh. Fuck yeah. Now I was part of Junior's 'gang' – I could walk down the street cock-proud.

The best part of the whole thing was, I still had all day today for the twins to play with me, and all night tonight for Junior to fuck me over and over again. All night I'd be with him, for he was right – I woke up from my wild night determined not to be shamefaced and backwards, but craving some more of the hair of the dog that bit me.

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