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The Broken Boy - 4. Raw Deal

This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature, and full frontal nudity.

There was no sign of the fight which we had fled from as we neared Dustin’s house in the darkness of night. It was eerily quiet and I worried that we would enter the house to find one or both of Dustin’s parents dead on the floor covered in blood. We didn’t though. We opened the kitchen door to find Carol sitting calmly at the kitchen table, eating. The macaroni and cheese and hot dogs were waiting for Dustin and me on the stove.

“Billy, I am so sorry you had to see that,” Carol apologized.

“That’s okay, Mrs. Smith,” I replied. “I’m just glad everything’s okay now.”

“Where’s dad?” Dustin asked.

“You know where he went,” she sighed. “He went where he always goes. After he left, I came down here to find the house empty and the stove on. I can’t blame you for wanting to get out of here. What a mess!”

Dustin ate half a hot dog and a few bites of macaroni, and that was it. I couldn’t understand how he could function eating so little. He pushed his plate toward the middle of the table. I could see how upset he still was. He was fidgeting worse than Brett. Finally, he looked at his mother and asked the question that had been eating at his mind. “Are you and dad going to get divorced?”

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Mrs. Smith said, not really answering the question. “People make mistakes. Your father… Sometimes he can be a real idiot.”

“He just wanted to get some rest,” Dustin replied. “We shouldn’t have been so loud.”

Mrs. Smith looked at Dustin and shook her head. “I will never understand what I did to deserve to have a kid like you,” she said.

Dustin’s face turned as red as his hair.

While I ate, I thought a lot about how close my parents had come to ending up like Dustin’s parents. We didn’t talk about it much, but there had been a few times when grandma was sick that the stress they were under almost tore them apart. I know I didn’t help things by busting my face off the coffee table either. My parents had done a much better job of keeping their problems hidden from their kid than the Smiths were doing. Whether that was bad or good, who knows? It would have totally blindsided me if my parents had broken up. Dustin was expecting it any day now. While my parents had been willing to put in the hard work that was necessary to keep their marriage together, I got the feeling that neither of the Smiths really cared that much anymore.

The weirdest thing about the whole situation was how Dustin was so protective of his dad. I was ready to call my dad all kinds of mean and dirty names and he’d never even hit me, not even to spank me or anything. In my family, it was all hugs and kisses compared to Dustin’s family. I knew his sister was a bitch to him, and I’d seen her attack him many times. I’d heard his dad call him names and say that he was stupid. I’d heard stories of how his mom had beaten his butt red when he was bad. I’d seen his dad yell and scream at him enough at ball games to know that he was quite practiced at it. And while I didn’t have actual proof, I’d long suspected that Frank was the reason Dustin had broken his arm that summer. I didn’t know how, but I just knew he was responsible. Dustin was a good liar, but there was just something about his explanation that told me he wasn’t being truthful. But Dustin would never tell, and it wasn’t like he had bruises all over him or anything dramatic like that. I’d seen him without a shirt enough times to know he wasn’t hiding anything like that.

But there was something about him that wasn’t right.

As we were finishing up dinner, Amanda came home. She got into an argument with Mrs. Smith over where she had been and who she had been with. Mrs. Smith warned her that Max was a no account and that he would come to a bad end and take Amanda with him. Amanda defended Max, of course, and said that he compared favorably to her own father. At least Max had a job. She didn’t mention that his job was selling drugs, of course. Mrs. Smith, tired of fighting, just told her to be careful and went to the living room to watch television. Unfortunately, that left Amanda alone with Dustin and me in the kitchen.

For a while the three of us sat there in silence while she ate. She kept looking from Dustin to me, and then back to Dustin. She wasn’t yelling or threatening us, which was a welcome change. I wondered if it was because Max wasn’t around. Dustin just looked like he was ready to run away at a moment’s notice, like a scared little mouse around a cat. Finally, she spoke.

“So when’s your boyfriend coming home?” she asked.

“Huh?” Dustin asked. “What are you talking about?”

“I wasn’t talking to you, Shithead,” she scoffed. “I was talking to Billy.”

I looked at her quizzically. “What do you mean by that? Brett’s not my boyfriend.”

“Whatever. When’s he coming home?” Amanda asked.

I looked at her intently. How did she know so much? “He has an alarm system at his house,” I blurted out.

Amanda laughed. It was a strange sound to hear her laughing and not have somebody be in pain. “You’re such a douche, Billy. I was just making conversation since you two were just staring at me like retards. We’re not going to rob the place while he’s gone, we make enough money off him as it is.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

Amanda smiled mischievously. “You don’t know, do you? Oh that is priceless!” What was she blathering on about? What did she know that was giving her so much pleasure in torturing me? Finally, she answered, “Why else would you be here? It’s not like you have time for my brother when your boyfriend’s around.”

“Just shut up and leave him alone!” Dustin snapped. “Please!”

“You did tell my brother that Reilly was going away for the weekend, didn’t you?” Amanda asked. “I mean, why wouldn’t you? Unless you didn’t want him to know that you only came over here because your little boyfriend wasn’t going to be home.”

“Stop it!” I whispered harshly.

“Stop what? I’m just curious as to when you were going to tell my brother the truth. You were going to tell him that he’s number two, weren’t you? Of course being number two is what my brother excels at.”

Dustin jumped out of his seat and fled the kitchen. I got up to follow him but Amanda grabbed my arm.

“I told you not to fuck with me, you little asshole,” Amanda said. “I don’t have to hurt you physically to hurt you real bad. And I will hurt you real bad if you fuck around with my brother.”

“What do you care?” I asked angrily. “You treat him like shit!”

“And you don’t?” she replied. “I don’t pretend to be my brother’s best friend and then run around blowing the kid who punched him in the face and rub his nose in how happy and perfect your little life is. You’re not his best friend. You’re a smug little asshole who thinks he’s so much better than us. I see the way you look at this place. I see the way you look down on us and the way you jerk my brother around. What do you think it does to him when you ditch him over and over again for that rich little twerp? My brother deserves a better friend than you. And the sooner he realizes it the better off we’ll all be.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. She had just nailed me to the wall with her words. I don’t think it would have hurt nearly as much if I didn’t know deep down that she was right. I’d always thought of Amanda as a monster; a horrible, uncaring bitch. But she had apparently been watching. She knew far more than she let on, kind of like her brother. But it was okay. I had the perfectly witty and well thought-out answer to counter all her accusations.

“Fuck you, bitch!” I snapped. Yeah… That was my mature and well-reasoned retort. My grandma would be proud.

I stormed out of the kitchen and past Dustin’s sleeping mother. I quickly climbed the stairs and walked down the short hallway to Dustin’s room. His door was closed. I knocked, but there was no answer. But too bad for Dustin, the lock on his door was busted, so I simply opened the door and walked inside. Dustin was sitting on his bed, facing the wall away from me. I closed the door behind me and stood there looking at him for a while. He wasn’t crying or anything like that. He was just sitting there facing the wall. I sat down on the opposite side of the bed with my back to him and faced the other side of the room. For a long time we just sat there. I could only think of one thing to say.

“I’m sorry,” I finally told him. For a long while after that it was quiet again. I turned and looked at Dustin’s back, then faced the door again. I wondered if I should just grab my bag and head home. I wondered if I’d finally ruined everything with him. I sighed and stood up.

“It’s okay. I already knew,” Dustin finally said softly.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I knew about Reilly leaving town,” he replied. “I guess I just wanted to feel like you picked me over him for once. I knew he was going away before I even asked you about coming over. Joey told me about it days ago. That’s why I asked you in the first place. It’s not a big deal.”

“I don’t mean to make you feel like you’re my second choice. You’re really not! I just don’t know how to navigate you guys hating each other. I just wish we all could get along like we used to.”

“I don’t know what you’re remembering. Reilly’s never liked me,” Dustin replied.

“That’s not true.”

“Yeah it is. From the first day I met him he didn’t like me. He thinks he’s better than me. He’s jealous that we’re friends and he wants to keep you away from me. He always has.”

“I know that Brett can come off as a bit of a brat. He can even be that way with me sometimes. But he doesn’t mean to be like that. He’s trying to be better,” I defended Brett, even though I knew deep down that Dustin was right about him. Brett had never liked Dustin, he just tolerated him because he was my friend.

“Whatever,” Dustin said. “Anyway, I just want to enjoy myself with you while I have the chance. Don’t let my stupid sister mess with you. She’s just mad because you aren’t afraid of her.”

“Who says I’m not afraid?” I laughed. “She scares the crap out of me. But she just makes me so mad when she’s mean to you that I can’t stop myself.”

We decided to play Battleship for a while to pass the time. We could hear muffled music coming from Amanda’s room. I was glad that Dustin wasn’t mad about Brett. I really did want to spend more time with Dustin. But it always seemed like whenever I would find some time, Brett would ask me to come over. It was getting harder and harder to get together with my best friend.

Dustin pulverized me in the game. I asked if he was cheating and he swore he wasn’t. Mrs. Smith knocked on the door and told us she was going to bed and warned us not to stay up too late. We played gin for a while, but I dominated him and he accused me of cheating. I swore that I wasn’t just like he had done. He got really mad when I called gin after one turn and accused me of stacking the deck. But I reminded him that he was the one who had dealt.

We played for a while longer. I was starting to get bored and began running my tongue over my braces.

“You’re bored, aren’t you?”

“What makes you say that?”

“You’re doing that thing with your tongue again…” Dustin sighed.

“Huh?” I replied. “What thing?” Of course I knew exactly what he was talking about.

“You’ve always done that thing with your tongue when you’re bored even before you had braces,” Dustin sighed.

“Did I say I was bored?” I asked.

“It is boring,” Dustin sighed. “I wish I had a tv in my room like you.”

“It’s not so bad,” I said. “I haven’t played cards in a long time. Since my grandma died, I think. No one wants to play with me. I like doing stuff that’s not plugged in.”

“Well then let’s make it more interesting,” Dustin suggested. He was whispering, which told me he had something sneaky in mind.

“How so?” I asked. I was curious.

“We’ll play five-card stud poker. The loser of each hand loses a piece of his clothes. The first one to lose all of his clothes loses,” Dustin said with a sly smile.

“So we’re going to play strip poker, then? That means one of us will end up naked,” I said.

“Yep,” Dustin replied. “Maybe both of us. Buck naked. No hiding it, either. You have to sit there with your junk all hanging out.”

My junk? You realize I never lose at poker, right?” I warned.

“So you have nothing to worry about. What do you say?” Dustin asked.

“You’re on,” I replied. There was no doubt in my mind that I would win and get to see Dustin naked. I had to admit, I didn’t expect this kind of thing from Dustin. It was more something that Brett would come up with. I’d seen Dustin naked before, but it had been a long time. We were probably eight or nine playing some stupid game up in the woods. As I think about it, Dustin was probably the first boy I’d ever seen completely naked. Since those days, it was rare when I’d see anything more than a quick glimpse of his floppy dick in the bathroom or something. I’d seen him in his underwear in the locker room enough times to pretty much know he was packing something pretty large in his jeans. Still, there was something particularly naughty about what we had just agreed to do. I hadn’t seen someone buck naked since Brett and I had wrestled, and that had been over a year ago and now there was the possibility of getting to see Dustin’s nude body.

We sat on the floor and began the game. Dustin insisted on shuffling the cards before every hand, which I agreed to. I didn’t need to count cards to win this game. It was all about the odds. We dealt five cards, then threw away as many as we wanted and drew new cards to take their place. This continued until one of us called. Then we would show our cards and the best hand won. The loser lost a piece of clothing.

I lost the first hand. I wasn’t concerned. I pulled off my sock and threw it on the bed. I lost the next hand as well and threw my other sock on the bed to join its mate. It occurred to me during the next hand that Dustin didn’t have a lock on his door, and that added to the excitement of the moment. Anybody could just walk in on us. I won the next three hands, and Dustin lost his socks and shirt. I was one win away from getting him down to his underwear. I really wanted to see him in his underwear before I lost my pants because I wanted to be able to see if his dick was as hard as mine was. It wouldn’t be so embarrassing to be sporting a big old hard on if he was as well.

Dustin won the next hand, and I lost my shirt. I pulled it off and added it to the pile.

“You been working out?” Dustin asked.

“No, why?” I asked.

“Oh, it looks like you have been. It looks like you have more muscle than you did before. You look good.”

“Well, I haven’t been eating junk food or anything. You really think I look good?”

“That’s what I just said, isn’t it?” Dustin laughed. “Seriously though, you look good, Billy. You’re already kind of naturally built well. You should come work out with the team sometimes. They’d let you and help you out since you’re the scorekeeper. I’ll bet if you worked out you could really put on some muscle. Not like my stringy arms and legs. I’d have to work twice as hard to keep up.”

The next hand was important, because the loser would be down to his underwear. Dustin dealt the cards and I looked at mine. It was a rainbow hand. There wasn’t anything that went together. But I had a king and I saved it, hoping I could make something out of it. I wanted to call quickly if I got anything. There was no time to waste hoping to make a better hand. Dustin only changed one card and that made me nervous. I ended up with a pair of kings, but Dustin called. I figured I was beaten, but he only had a pair of queens! I won the hand.

“Son of a gun!” Dustin grumbled. “I was hoping to catch you with a crap hand since you traded all your cards in.” He took off the necklace he was wearing and threw it on the bed.

“Hey, jewelry doesn’t count!” I protested.

“We never agreed to that,” Dustin insisted, secure in the knowledge that he was right. “You’re just mad because I outsmarted you again, just like I did in basketball.”

“Oh, it’s on now, bitch!” I replied.

“Oh snap, Billy’s mad!” Dustin teased.

We played our next hand, and Dustin called with a set of jacks. I had nothing, so I lost. I would have to lose my pants! I stood up and undid my belt. Then I realized that I was wearing a belt! I took it off and threw it on the bed, then sat back down.

“Well played, Roberts!” Dustin said. He knew that I knew that he knew I had beaten him at his own game, and he was impressed. “Okay, next loser really does lose his pants. Your glasses don’t count, so don’t even think about it.”

Truthfully, I’d completely forgotten about my glasses, but I didn’t mind that Dustin had made them off limits. Dustin dealt the cards and when I looked at my hand, I was shocked. It was all hearts. I had a flush! Dustin looked at his hand and I saw his eyes widen. He immediately called. He confidently showed me the straight he’d dealt himself. But then I crushed his confidence when I showed him my flush. He looked at me in shock and insisted that I had somehow cheated. But I reminded him that he was the one who had shuffled and dealt the cards. Then he tried to have a re-do. But I was having none of it. I wanted his pants off.

Dustin smiled sheepishly. Now that it had come to it and he had to live up to his words, his bravado wasn’t quite what it had been. He stood up and slowly unbuttoned his pants and unzipped. He let his pants fall to the floor and kicked them off. He sat back down and sat cross-legged on the floor across from me. I couldn’t figure out where to look. Should I look at his face? Should I look at him at all? I really wanted to check him out, but I didn’t want to get caught doing it. I had to look at him. I raised my eyes from the floor to the boy in front of me while he shuffled the cards. He was right about his arms and legs. There wasn’t much to them. He was as hairless as me. Though there was a light trail of red hair leading from his belly button down into his underwear. I could have taken my hands and almost reached around his waist with them, he was so skinny. He seemed scrawny compared to me. Even though he was taller than me, I probably outweighed him by twenty pounds.

But what I really wanted to see was what was hidden beneath the thin cotton layer of his underwear. There was definitely something there, and it was definitely something big! He was just a couple of days away from turning fifteen like Brett and me. But judging from the size of the tent in his underwear he had blown past both of us in one department! I looked up at his blushing face. I always thought Dustin had really nice eyes. They were one of his best features. I’d never really had the chance to observe them as intimately as our current situation was allowing. They were blue, but not like Brett’s eyes. Brett’s eyes were a deeper shade of blue while Dustin’s eyes had a kind of grayish color to them. There were some days when my eyes were kind of gray too, depending on the weather. He looked at me and grinned. He knew I was staring at him. I think he liked it.

He dealt the cards and I lost the next hand. That meant I had to take off my pants too. I didn’t stand up like Dustin had, because my dick was so hard it was impossible to hide. Instead, I just lifted my butt up off the floor and tugged my pants off. I threw them on the bed and sat cross-legged like Dustin was. Boy was I nervous. There was no way to hide my big erection. I looked at Dustin and found that he was looking at me the way I had looked at him earlier. I was flattered, but also kind of confused. I knew he wasn’t like me. He liked girls. I just chalked it up to simple teenage curiosity.

“Next hand is the big one,” he said.

“Yeah,” I replied. My ears were burning which was a sure sign that my face was red from blushing.

“You want to raise the stakes?” he asked.

“How?” I asked. One of us was about to have to take off his underwear and be naked! How much more could the stakes be raised?

“How about the loser has to do anything the winner says?”

“Anything?” I asked. The last time I’d played a game like that I’d ended up cooking Brett breakfast. I had a feeling Dustin would have something more interesting in mind.

“Yeah. You in?” he asked.

“What if I make you say a swear word?” I asked.

“Then I’d have to say a swear word,” Dustin replied.

“What if I make you kiss me?” I asked.

“Then I’d have to kiss you,” Dustin replied.

“What if I tell you to suck my dick?” I asked, thinking Dustin would balk at that.

“Anything,” Dustin replied with a sly smile on his lips.

I thought about it for a second. There was no way Dustin was really going to want something so crazy. But still, I was intrigued and I agreed. Not too eagerly, naturally. I didn’t want to scare him off.

Dustin dealt the cards. I couldn’t believe my luck! I had two kings and two aces. I thought about calling, but I could still strengthen my hand and maybe get a full house, so I waited. Dustin stared intently into my eyes. He smiled and called. There was no way Dustin was going to beat my hand. Except that he was holding three deuces! He beat me with three lousy deuces!!

“Son of a bitch!” I exclaimed.

“Ha ha ha! Off they go!” Dustin teased.

“That’s not fair!” I protested.

“Do it,” Dustin laughed.

“I’m doing it! I’m doing it!” I replied. This hadn’t gone at all as I had hoped. I’d wanted to see Dustin naked, not end up having to strip myself! Well, there was no turning back now. I’d made a bet and lost. Now I had to pay the price. I stood up and slipped my thumbs into the elastic waistband of my undies. With a slow motion, I tugged them downward. My dick sprang loose and slapped my belly and then stood at full mast. I bent down to the floor and pulled my underwear off and held them in my hand. My naked body was exposed in front of another boy. Dustin was staring at my bobbing dick like he was hypnotized. While I found that kinda flattering, I also found it unsettling too. I hadn’t been completely naked with another boy except Brett in years. And now I was going to have to do something crazy for this kid I’d known all my life who was seemingly mesmerized by my throbbing dick. Why had Dustin come up with this crazy idea? And why hadn’t he taken his eyes off my penis since I’d exposed it to him? I took my underwear and tossed it on his bed. Then I sat back down on the floor with my legs crossed. There was no use trying to hide my predicament at that point.

Dustin laughed nervously. He stared at my face, but he kept trying to sneak glances at my thing. He’d peek down and then smile nervously. Now that he’d gotten me naked he wasn’t quite sure what to do with me apparently.

“So what do you want me to do?” I asked. I wasn’t even trying to cover up myself. I was surprised at how natural it felt to be naked in front of him.

“Wanna play Twister?” Dustin asked.

“You’re joking, right?” I laughed.

“Yeah,” Dustin said. “I hadn’t really thought much past this point to be honest with you.” He laughed nervously. “You wanna see mine?” he asked.

“I guess…” I replied, my voice barely forming the words. Dustin grinned. He stood up and tugged his underwear off and tossed it on top of mine. Now Dustin was naked too. He sat back down and smiled sheepishly. I couldn’t believe the monster he had between his legs. There, jutting out of a patch of dark auburn hair was the most impressive dick I’d ever laid eyes on.

“Holy shit, your dick’s fuckin’ huge!” I exclaimed. I stared at it lustily. It had to be at least seven inches and it was much thicker than mine. The last time I’d seen his dick it was just a puny little thing, now it was a man’s dick. Somewhere along the line he’d grown up! I wondered if the rest of him was so scrawny because all of nature’s efforts had gone into sculpting that beautiful beast.

Dustin laughed, “It’s average.”

“The hell it is!” I replied. “It’s gotta be bigger than Bobby’s and he’s black! How can you even walk with that thing between your legs?”

Dustin laughed. “Come on, it’s not a big deal. I mean it’s only seven and a half inches when it’s hard.”

“You measured it?” I asked.

“Haven’t you?” Dustin replied.

“Well yeah, but…”

“How big is your cock then?” he asked.

I blushed. “I don’t know…” I said nervously, “five inches maybe?”

“Nah, you’re bigger than five. You’ve got to be close to six. Let’s find out. I’ve got a ruler, come here.” Dustin stood up and walked to his desk. I drooled a little as I stared at his skinny butt as he grabbed a ruler and then knelt in front of me. “Come on. Sit up so we can measure it properly.”

I didn’t move, so Dustin grabbed me under the arm pits and pulled me to my knees. Then he grabbed my dick and held the ruler next to it. My eyes doubled in size as I watched him intently. For the first time in my life, my dick was in another boy’s hand. No one, not even Brett, had ever touched my dick before! I knelt there on my knees stunned as I watched him holding it in his hand. He looked at the ruler.

“Five and a half inches.” Dustin reported. “Very nice… I’ll bet you end up around six or seven inches or so when you’re done growing.”

“Umm, dude… You’re still holding my dick.” I said, still stunned by his boldness.

“Yeah, so?” Dustin asked. I just stared at him. “We’re both guys, right? It’s okay. Everybody does it. There’s nothing wrong with having a little fun. Besides, I won and I can do whatever I want to you. I like your cock. It’s really nice. I like the way it feels. You can touch mine if you want. Here…” He grabbed my left hand and placed it on his big dick. My fingers wrapped around it. It felt hot and firm. He gently stroked my dick a few times. I felt a shiver run through me. “That feels good, huh? Rub mine a little bit too. It feels really good,” Dustin instructed. So I stroked his dick lightly and felt it throb in my hand. “Squeeze it a little harder, you won’t hurt me. Like this…” Dustin positioned himself next to me and gripped my dick more firmly and stroked me more deliberately. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on as all fuck. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was naked and stroking my naked best friend’s dick, and he was stroking mine! I was jerking off another boy for the first time ever, and he was jerking me off and it all felt amazing. “I’m gonna try something else,” Dustin explained. He spat in his hand and rubbed my dick even faster. Oh my God did that feel awesome! “Do the same thing to mine,” he instructed. So I spit in my hand too and jacked him off even more vigorously than he was doing mine.

We lost all sense of shame and just started jerking each other off, our breathing becoming faster and our hearts beating more rapidly as we stroked each other’s throbbing dick. “Yeah, that feels really good, Billy!” he sighed. His dick was oozing something fierce! It mixed with my spit and made his thing really slick. I felt it throbbing in my hand. My god, it was so big and beautifully made. It felt so hot and powerful in my hand. Dustin sped up his rhythmic pumping of my dick. Our breath got shorter and we were starting to sweat. He was going to make me cum. I could feel it building within my guts. We had gone way too far. Suddenly I came to my senses. I let go of his dick and pushed his hand away from mine. Our dicks were both still throbbing and oozing.

“No. Stop. We have to stop. We can’t do this.”

“Why not?” Dustin protested. “It feels good, doesn’t it? I’m really close. Come on, just a little more! Don’t you want to shoot?”

“No. Dude, I’m not gay!” I said.

“I’m not either!” Dustin replied. “We’re not doing anything wrong. We’re just messing around. Why are you being such a pussy?”

“I’m not a pussy!” I protested.

“Then relax, dude!” Dustin said. “It’s not a big deal. We’re just having fun. You act like you’ve never been naked before. Have you ever even jacked off before?”

“Yeah, I’ve jerked myself off, but I’ve never even touched another guy’s dick.” I said.

“Really? I thought as much time as you spend with Reilly…”

“Why would I do anything with Brett? I’m not gay!”

“You mean you guys have never tried stuff together? Everybody plays around, it’s not gay it’s just fun. If I’d have known you were going to get all weird on me I wouldn’t have done it.”

“I’m not getting weird on you! I’m just telling you I’m not gay!” I protested.

“Okay! I get it! Sorry I even started the whole stupid game. Put your stupid clothes back on!” Dustin said crossly. He had already started pulling his underwear back on.

“But I lost the game,” I said. “I thought you were going to make me...”

“It was a stupid game,” Dustin snapped. “I was cheating anyway. I could see your cards reflected in your glasses. And I know you’re not gay. Did you really think I was going to make you do something like that?” he asked. He was already fully dressed and I was still naked. I found my underwear and pulled them on. Since we were going to be going to sleep soon anyway, I put on my night shorts and a t-shirt. I felt really awkward for a while after that. Dustin was really quiet after that, and I knew he was mad at me. It was like I had let him down somehow. In my head, I kept seeing his big dick under his clothes, still feeling its warmth in my hand. It was impressive, that was for sure! I wondered what it would have been like if I’d have let him put it in my mouth. How would it have felt? Could I even fit my mouth around it?

Finally, we decided to get some sleep. Dustin’s bed was only meant for one person, but he still asked me to share it with him, if I didn’t think that would be too queer. Even though he had calmed down, I still could sense his irritation with me. But I agreed to share the bed with him, all the same. We had definitely both grown up a lot since our last sleepover, since we both used to fit in his bed with room to spare. It was probably better that we’d put our clothes on, since we were practically on top of each other. My bed was a double, and Brett’s was even bigger. We goofed around for a while and jostled for position. Parts of me got tangled up with parts of him as we wrestled for space. But eventually we did manage to get some sleep. It wasn’t the greatest of sleep. When I wasn’t being awakened by an elbow to the head I was dreaming about that thing Dustin had between his legs. It was going to be a long night!

Oh my! What is going on with these boys?!? It's getting interesting, that's for sure!

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Poor Brett,i feel so sorry for him,i now understand why he doesn't like Dustin,i never expected Billy to cheat on him,i have lost all respect for billy now,i hate cheaters,always have always will,they are despicable.

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Another great chapter!! I'm disappointed that Billy has already gone further with Dustin than he has with Brett. I know Dustin needs some love and attention, but Brett has been patient with Billy, and then his dick now won't be the first one Billy has played with. Kind of sad. But it also sounds like Dustin has done this before with others maybe? Will we get a better idea of who else of their friends "isn't gay" but likes to play with other boys dicks lol. Love this story and the realism you bring!!

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I hate to admit it, but I agree with Amanda. Even though she bullies Dustin, she's still protective over him when it comes to others. I agree that Billy treats Dustin like his number 2, inky hanging around with him when Brett isn't around. I feel bad for Dustin and think Billy is an ass for treating his so called best friend that way. For me, Billy isn't as likeable in this round as he was in the last ones.

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I have very mixed feelings about the events in this chapter. I am still firmly sided with 'Club Billy', however there are some very interesting developments that will surly come to light in the future. Dustins game opens some doors to question what other events may come to light. Has Dustin done this before? Is Dustin hiding a secret side? Is Dustin reaching WAY out because he thinks that is what is required to draw Billy to his side? Future events should be interesting... It does appear that Amanda is actually smarter than she seems. She does appear to want to defend her brother to some extent and she really shed light on the things Billy refuses to admit. We now know about Bretts drug use and Amanda has harshly pointed out that Billy puts Dustin in a number 2 position compaired to Brett. Dustins parents are a story that only time will sort out, for better or worse..... Billy really needs to get a grip on his own feelings and at least admit to himself who he is. A gay boy hiding from himself is a recipe for pain and loss in the best case and much worse in the worst case.
I really like the way you bring these characters into our lives and show the ways some simple actions effect the overall picture. It is amazing how you capture this effect. I remember trying to please all of my friends in high school when we all had diferent plans. Fortunately for me we all got along and nobody hated each other. I cannot even imagine being between two of my friends that despised each other... OMG.
Keep up the great writing and keep painting the picture of the boys lives so that we are able to see them grow and develop into young men and find stability and love in their lives :)
Rob
Ok, you are breaking them, I hope you have a plan to fix them.... :D

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On 11/07/2016 08:14 PM, bubby1234 said:

Poor Brett,i feel so sorry for him,i now understand why he doesn't like Dustin,i never expected Billy to cheat on him,i have lost all respect for billy now,i hate cheaters,always have always will,they are despicable.

Thanks bubby! I love your passion! It's fun to share the story with you. It's a war, my friend! The boys are each going to do things that'll make you wonder what's wrong with them! I hope you'll enjoy it!

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On 11/08/2016 12:39 AM, Okiegrad said:

Another great chapter!! I'm disappointed that Billy has already gone further with Dustin than he has with Brett. I know Dustin needs some love and attention, but Brett has been patient with Billy, and then his dick now won't be the first one Billy has played with. Kind of sad. But it also sounds like Dustin has done this before with others maybe? Will we get a better idea of who else of their friends "isn't gay" but likes to play with other boys dicks lol. Love this story and the realism you bring!!

Thanks Okie! Don't worry about young Mr. Reilly. He's a fighter! He'll be back in a few chapters and it'll be quite interesting to see what his reaction is to all this! Maybe we'll catch a glimpse of what Dustin is up to as well. Thanks for your kind words about my writing style! This is a lot of fun!

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On 11/08/2016 02:00 AM, jaysalmn said:

I hate to admit it, but I agree with Amanda. Even though she bullies Dustin, she's still protective over him when it comes to others. I agree that Billy treats Dustin like his number 2, inky hanging around with him when Brett isn't around. I feel bad for Dustin and think Billy is an ass for treating his so called best friend that way. For me, Billy isn't as likeable in this round as he was in the last ones.

Thanks jay! Yes, it was very important to me that Amanda have some more character to her. It's so easy to turn someone like her into a one-dimensional monster, but she has her reasons for the things she does. She's still a bitch, but she isn't a monster. Families are complex creatures! As for the way Billy treats Dustin, that's pretty complicated too. Dustin is loyal to a fault. He's loyal to people who don't deserve that loyalty. Sometimes Billy is a jerk. Sometimes he says and does really stupid things. But he's a kid who has a lot of love for his friends and wants to do the right thing, but he's being ripped apart by the battle between those friends for his heart. It's going to be a fun ride!

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On 11/08/2016 04:27 AM, wenmale64 said:

I have very mixed feelings about the events in this chapter. I am still firmly sided with 'Club Billy', however there are some very interesting developments that will surly come to light in the future. Dustins game opens some doors to question what other events may come to light. Has Dustin done this before? Is Dustin hiding a secret side? Is Dustin reaching WAY out because he thinks that is what is required to draw Billy to his side? Future events should be interesting... It does appear that Amanda is actually smarter than she seems. She does appear to want to defend her brother to some extent and she really shed light on the things Billy refuses to admit. We now know about Bretts drug use and Amanda has harshly pointed out that Billy puts Dustin in a number 2 position compaired to Brett. Dustins parents are a story that only time will sort out, for better or worse..... Billy really needs to get a grip on his own feelings and at least admit to himself who he is. A gay boy hiding from himself is a recipe for pain and loss in the best case and much worse in the worst case.

I really like the way you bring these characters into our lives and show the ways some simple actions effect the overall picture. It is amazing how you capture this effect. I remember trying to please all of my friends in high school when we all had diferent plans. Fortunately for me we all got along and nobody hated each other. I cannot even imagine being between two of my friends that despised each other... OMG.

Keep up the great writing and keep painting the picture of the boys lives so that we are able to see them grow and develop into young men and find stability and love in their lives :)

Rob

Ok, you are breaking them, I hope you have a plan to fix them.... :D

Thanks for these thoughts, my friend! You've articulated the thoughts, I'm sure, of many readers who are having mixed feelings about what took place in this chapter. Billy usually doesn't respond well to people pointing out that he's being an immature little brat, even from people he respects. He's a fighter. He's usually never at a loss for words, so the fact that Amanda got under his skin and left him with nothing to retort is interesting. Billy has a lot of growing up to do.

 

I really appreciate your kind comments on my writing style. I try to make everything in the story mean something, and I like to reward readers who pay attention to details. I think of writing like planting seeds. I've planted some seeds earlier that are blooming now, and some seeds are sitting there in earlier chapters waiting to grow. I always hope that if someone re-reads the story they'll enjoy it even more because they'll see some of the fun stuff I've put there to find. It's a lot of fun, and a real joy for me!

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I agree with Okie; I think once Brett's back and if Billy's able to take their relationship to the next level, he'll regret doing what little he did with Dustin. And I don't even want to know how Brett will react if/when he finds out what went down that night. Not that much did, but it's still more than what Billy did with his patient boyfriend.

 

And all this "I'm not gay" talk is said too much by Billy. He's like protesting too much. lol As Rob said, be true to yourself, Billy, and admit how you feel. He already said (in his mind) that he knew Dustin wasn't 'like him', that Dustin liked girls.

 

As far as Amanda, she does appear to be a tad smarter than I thought. Still a bitch of course, but she knows what's going on. She can see right through Billy. I don't like the idea that Brett is buying drugs from her and Max; that's definitely not good news. Wonder if Billy will bring it up.

 

So your next chapter title made me think of this: "It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor, would you be mine, could you be mine?...Won't you be my neighbor?" lol Sorry, couldn't resist! :P

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On 11/10/2016 04:12 PM, Lisa said:

I agree with Okie; I think once Brett's back and if Billy's able to take their relationship to the next level, he'll regret doing what little he did with Dustin. And I don't even want to know how Brett will react if/when he finds out what went down that night. Not that much did, but it's still more than what Billy did with his patient boyfriend.

 

And all this "I'm not gay" talk is said too much by Billy. He's like protesting too much. lol As Rob said, be true to yourself, Billy, and admit how you feel. He already said (in his mind) that he knew Dustin wasn't 'like him', that Dustin liked girls.

 

As far as Amanda, she does appear to be a tad smarter than I thought. Still a bitch of course, but she knows what's going on. She can see right through Billy. I don't like the idea that Brett is buying drugs from her and Max; that's definitely not good news. Wonder if Billy will bring it up.

 

So your next chapter title made me think of this: "It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor, would you be mine, could you be mine?...Won't you be my neighbor?" lol Sorry, couldn't resist! :P

Thanks Lisa! Yes, Mr. Rogers, a Pittsburgh guy! It'll definitely be interesting when Brett comes back. So much to talk about... As for Billy, he's very much in that glass closet, isn't he? Poor Dustin! He made his move and got blocked at the last possible moment. Billy is such a jerk. But what's this about Brett buying drugs? I simply don't know what you're talking about! :o

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On 11/16/2016 08:28 AM, droughtquake said:

I'm thinking Dustin's being sexually abused by his father.

He's definitely a nasty individual. Can you imagine the abusive language Dustin must hear on a daily basis when there aren't witnesses in the house?

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