Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 92
by Chadlad

copyright 2008 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 92: Cleanliness is next to Godliness

Tommy held his breath for a moment, wondering if he had pushed this too far, and if Wayne was going to balk, suddenly, but Wayne hadn't said a word - he'd just turned and walked to the door on one side of his room. Tommy followed, discovering a surprisingly cheerful bathroom with a tub, a flowery shower curtain, a completely spotless toilet with the lid not only neatly down but covered with a yellow toilet cover. The towels were yellow and were perfectly folded over the racks, the soap was spotless and lined up perfectly on the soap dish, and there wasn't a bit of dust or dirt or mildew anywhere. Disconcertingly for a boy's bathroom, there was a doll in an elaborate yellow dress on the toilet tank. Wayne looked over his shoulder, saw Tommy looking quizzically at the doll, and grimaced. "It's a toilet paper cover," he said quietly. He lifted the knitted dress, revealing a roll of toilet paper holding the dress out into a cylindrical shape. "I hate it," he added.

He turned to the bathtub and took the bath mat down from where it hung on the shower rod, bending over and taking his time to line it up perfectly with the edge of the tub. Tommy found himself examining Wayne's rounded butt, tightly encased in his snug school trousers, and wondered at the tingle of excitement he felt.

But once Wayne straightened up and Tommy looked away quickly, shyness suddenly overtook both boys. Wayne sneaked a sideways glance at Tommy and then looked away. Tommy waited a moment, then sneaked a glance at a tense and motionless Wayne. I've got to go first or I'll lose him, he thought to himself. Slowly, without looking at Wayne except out of the corner of his eye, he reached down and pushed off both his shoes, one at a time. Wayne followed slowly, sliding off his own shoes and lining them up neatly by the door. Frowning, and still not looking at Tommy, Wayne took Tommy's shoes and adjusted them so that they, too, lined up perfectly and were about a foot from his. Taking this as his cue to continue, Tommy toed off his socks, one at a time, and dropped them on the shoes. Wayne, still not looking at him, carefully pulled the back of each of his socks down and folded them neatly, laying them across his shoes. "My Gram says you shouldn't pull on the toes," he said a bit huskily. "She says that ruins the elastic." He picked up Tommy's socks and folded them, too, placing them in a perfect imitation of his own. He looked quickly at Tommy, then away, and Tommy took a deep, theatrical breath, like he was nervous about undressing and not pounding with excitement, then pulled his shirt slowly over his head. By the time his head was clear, Wayne was already removing his shirt as well. Tommy tried folding his shirt this time, watching Wayne and trying to imitate his precise motions, but Wayne's shirt ended up looking like a store display sitting neatly on Wayne's socks and shoes, and Tommy's looked like he'd wadded it up in a ball. Wayne sighed and picked Tommy's shirt up, folding it as neatly as his own.

There was a pause as both boys stood bare-chested and bare-footed, mirrors in the room reflecting their chests at odd angles, "This is silly," Tommy finally said. "We spent all afternoon tied together naked! We shouldn't care if we see each other. Besides, we're both boys - we have the same stuff. Let's just do it."

"Some people's stuff is bigger than other's," Wayne said, grinning wryly. But he looked away quickly and took the first step this time, resolutely unsnapping his pants and thumbing them over the jutting curve of his buttocks. Tommy followed. This time Tommy just held his pants until Wayne finished folding his and took them from him. Tommy's eyes went to Wayne's posterior again as Wayne bent over to neatly lay Tommy's pants on his growing clothes pile. But Wayne's boxers didn't cling at all, and there was little of his boyish shape to see. Glancing down, Tommy realized his hard penis was straining the front of his briefs, making a readily visible tent that might cue Wayne into his own eagerness rather than the reluctance he was trying to portray. Before Wayne had straightened and turned back, Tommy acted first, turning away as a shy boy might naturally do in this situation, hiding his hard on as he bent and slid his briefs off swiftly, then straightening and folding them in front of him so that he blocked view of his genitals for the moment. Glancing down quickly, Tommy noted that not only was his hard on, all three inches of it, jutting proudly, but there was dried cum on his dick head and around the base of his orange genitals, and a few splashes on his crotch as well. God - how was he going to explain that to Wayne if he saw it?

But Wayne didn't even try to look at Tommy - he apparently was focused on his own pending nudity. He had turned away from Tommy and slid his boxers, down, his flush betraying his shyness, as if they hadn't spend all afternoon joined by the balls with their dicks hard between them. There was an embarrassed pause, then Wayne reached up and slipped off his glasses and put them on the sink edge, and it suddenly dawned on Tommy that Wayne wasn't going to be looking at him critically at all or probably even notice the dried cum on Tommy's dick . Wayne wore glasses! Tommy would be an indistinct blur to him! It wasn't something Tommy thought about much - Wayne's glasses seemed that much a part of him. But now that he'd slipped them off, he looked different - younger and more vulnerable, and just a bit vague. With his bald crotch and Chad-sized genitals, Wayne looked like a taller, ganglier, whiter version of Gabriel, the uncut penis swaying limply between his legs as he walked adding to the illusion.

"Better get the shower started," Tommy said. Wayne, squinting as if Tommy was hard to see, nodded in his direction.

"Right," he said. Walking like a zombie or a man possessed, Wayne pulled the shower curtain over and stuffed the bottom into the tub. It was a bit of disappointment to Tommy that Wayne wasn't hard - he'd have liked to see some sign that maybe Wayne was secretly intrigued by this adventure. Then he was glad for Wayne's nearsightedness, because Wayne turned after he had the water was gushing steamily, looked at Tommy vaguely, appeared not to notice his huge orange erection, and stepped in, without comment. Tommy watched the other boy's butt flex as he entered, getting a good look at it from the rear for the first time. His heart leapt - Wayne's butt was white and muscular and trim, the tight crack promising a temptation that he'd never have acknowledged feeling a day ago. He followed Wayne in by pulling the curtain aside and going in the back of the shower, careful not to brush him with his hard penis, and took up a position behind the other boy, who was standing under the water with his eyes closed, his back to Tommy. Tommy waited, and Wayne finally ducked his head under the water, then lifted it back out and let the water play over his chest. He looked at Tommy's face over his shoulder, carefully avoiding, to Tommy's relief, looking lower as boys often did in situations where joint nudity occurred. Tommy flashed back to the many times he and Chad had been naked together like this, neither looking, at least visibly, at the other's privates.

"Now what?" Wayne asked, squinting to see Tommy's face. "Are you going to just do it and get it over with, or..." he let the sentence hang and looked away, at the shower wall. A blush started in his cheeks and spread down his face to his neck. His voice was an embarrassing soprano.

"Relax - we're just going to do what you do in showers. Get clean. Move a little and let me get some water." Wayne shifted more toward the shower wall and let the water mostly play over his shoulder. Tommy took a new-looking bar of soap from a tray and began soaping his chest. He nudged Wayne in the small of the back with the soap bar. "Here - you do your chest, too," he said. Wayne, still facing away from Tommy, soaped himself and then handed the bar back over his shoulder, still rubbing the lather he'd created into his chest slowly with his free hand. Tommy tried to take the bar, but it squirted through his fingers, landing with a clunk on the floor of the tub. Tommy stooped to pick it up, his face even with Wayne's butt as he closed his fingers around it. Just then Wayne shifted backward, his butt nudging Tommy's nose.

"Oops," Wayne said, turning to see what he'd bumped in time to see Tommy's nose nuzzling his flank. "Take a whiff, Dr. Scratchandsniff." He giggled nervously, but quickly sobered up again.

"What?" Tommy said, straightening up with the bar in his hand.

"It's just an old kids' video," Wayne said. "The Animaniacs. I didn't really mean you should actually ... It was just a joke."

"Hold still," Tommy said. "I'll do your back, then you'll do mine." "Just the back, right?" Wayne said nervously.

"Don't talk so much," Tommy said. "I'll try to hang onto the soap this time. You know what they say happens if you're in prison and drop the soap in the shower and reach down to pick it up..." Wayne tensed, and Tommy realized this was a very, very bad thing to have brought up. "Never mind," he said. "I talk too much, too."

"I just want this to be over with," Wayne muttered. "But I don't, you know, too. Like when you have to have about 10 shots at the doctor's office..."

"Relax," Tommy said. "It' s not going to be like that. I won't hurt you, I promise." He was pretty sure that was a lie, but he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. He worked the soap over the other boy's bony back, across shoulder blades that looked like projecting wings. He glanced down at Wayne's round, tight butt again, and his already hard penis hardened further. What was it about him and boys' butts all of a sudden? He'd seen his brother Chad's butt off and on all his life, and Jesse's, too. But now, picturing Jesse's butt caused a stirring in his groin, a stirring that Wayne's actual butt, right in front of him, was causing as well. He wanted to reach down and run his hands over the smooth cheeks, glistening with drops of water from the shower and flecks of foam from the soap. Tiny hairs caught the drops, and he found them exciting, too. He wanted to squeeze the firm, tight orbs, massage them and feel Wayne tense and respond, and maybe even shiver with pleasure under him. Instead, he took the soap and began gently making circles on Wayne's back, moving down gradually until he was just above the smoothly jutting buttocks of the other boy.

Wayne tensed, and Tommy thought he was going to protest, but when he spoke it was clear his mind was on the future, not on what Tommy was doing now. "How do you know?" he said, his voice quiet and distant, like he was talking to Tommy from across the room. It looked from Tommy's angle that Wayne had his eyes closed. "How do you know it won't hurt? Have you..." He trailed off.

What to say? Tommy certainly wasn't going to admit that he'd been butt fucked by both his cousin and a boy he didn't even know, and that he'd butt fucked his best friend he day before. And he certainly wasn't going to tell Wayne the damage he'd done to Gabriel! "I saw a kid do it to another kid once," he said, continuing to soap Wayne's lower back. "Out in the woods. I was out there playing by myself, you know, playing pretend? And this kid came up dragging this smaller kid along. And the smaller kid was scared, you know? And he was saying, 'don't - please don't do it to me!' And the other kid was saying, 'shut up—you know you want it." And the first kid said, 'I'll tell - I'll tell my dad and he'll kill you!' And the other kid kind of pushed him to the ground and said, 'no you won't. You'll just take it like a pussy, and you'll never tell anyone. Or I'll sneak into your bedroom some night and cut your dick off.' And then he pulled the other kid's shorts and underpants right off. And the other kid didn't stop him, but he turned over with his butt against the ground and covered it with his hands. He didn't even try to keep the other kid from seeing his boy stuff, you know. So you could see he was a boy. And he was all scared - his dick was so small it almost didn't show."

"Like your brother's" Wayne said. His voice sounded distant, as if his mind was far away.

"Yeah," Tommy said. "Like a button rather than a dick. But he was a boy - he had balls. And the other kid put the heel of his foot against the kid's balls and said he'd crush them if the boy didn't turn over and get up on his knees. And the boy did, kinda slow, like you do when you don't want to do something. And he was whimpering, kinda, like a hurt puppy or something. And then the kid said, 'If you hold still and take it, I brought some lube and I'll use it.' And then the other kid got up on his knees and spread them apart, and lowered his head to the ground and hid it in his hands. And I was right behind them in the brush, so I could see everything. The big kid took out a tube of something and held it up to the little kid's butt hole and squirted a whole glob of stuff on his hole. And then pulled his own pants down a ways, so his butt and his dick was sticking out. And he was hard, and he was bigger than me hard. And he put a bunch more on the lube stuff on his dick head, and rubbed it in slow while the boy on the ground kept whimpering. Then he got on his knees behind the other kid and I couldn't see what he was doing, but he squeezed his butt and pushed and the little kid gasped a little, that was all, and then he started humping the kid, his butt humping in little jerks, and the kid started panting, but he didn't scream or cry or anything. And the other kid did that for about a minute, then he kinda got all stiff and pushed into the kid and held still, kinda shuddering, and then he got all limp and he pulled out and looked at his dick. Then he wiped it on the kid's shirt tail and pulled his pants up and walked away. 'Remember,' he said as he left. 'One word and I cut your baby schlong off.' And he walked off the other way, whistling. And the little kid, he just stayed there with his butt in the air for a minute, so I could see his hole. It was kinda red and bulgy, and it had lube all over it, but it wasn't bleeding or anything. And then he kinda reached back and felt his butt hole, and that was gross, but after awhile he got up and pulled up his pants and walked off after the other kid. He wasn't crying or anything. So he wasn't that hurt. And the other kid wasn't gentle or anything - he was real rough. And his dick was a lot bigger than mine. It was gigantic!"

"Oh," Wayne said. "Okay."

"Yeah," Tommy said. "So I'm not all that big. And if I'm careful..."

"Just do it, okay," Wayne said, his voice still distant. "Don't talk about it any more, just do it."

This time it was Tommy's turn to say "Okay." Slowly, like it was no big deal, he let his circling hand carrying the soap slip onto the other boy's buns, crossing the top of Wayne's ass crack with every pass. Wayne stiffened the first time Tommy's hand crossed his butt, but then relaxed, only twitching now and then as Tommy slipped lower and lower with each circle, until he was passing the soap over the under curve of Wayne's buttocks. Frothy soap bubbles now coated Wayne's curved bottom, sliding slowly down and dripping on down the backs of his thighs. Wayne kept his eyes closed and his face uptilted under the water, saying nothing.

Tommy suddenly realized that he was doing what Jesse had done to him when he'd started all this - moving slowly and deliberately down the other boy's butt, getting him used to the intimate contact on a private place before moving on. It was like he was leading a flighty Billy goat down the path to slaughter, but first you take him past the familiar meadows and streams, and you let him eat a little clover, and you talk to him about normal stuff, and then you suddenly round the shed and there's the butcher with his knives and the rope to hoist the carcass, and by then it's too late and there's no direction to go but ahead. This was the same thing - start out with just soaping the other boy's body, and what could be more innocent than getting clean? It would all be innocent, even when he got personal, like he was starting to do to Wayne now by touching the twin globes of his butt. And by the time this Billy goat felt the prod of the knife...

It suddenly struck Tommy that he was doing exactly what Jesse had done when this whole thing started. Jesse had just been giving Tommy a friendly massage, to help him sleep, and he'd been lulled by the innocence of that. He hadn't even noticed when Jesse's hands had drifted to the top of his butt, then to the muscular globes themselves. He hadn't even felt any warning bells when Jesse's fingers strayed lower, working from his inner thighs to that sensitive area just above his balls and below his butt hole. Only when Jesse was moving his fingers up either side of Tommy's by then rock-hard penis had it dawned on Tommy that Jesse had a different goal in mind, a surprising goal. A disturbingly exciting goal. A goal that had all of Tommy's nerve endings vibrating and the tip of his penis tingling. He should have known, then. He should have known that Jesse was right in sensing that he wanted this contact, too - Jesse was smarter than him, and knew him better than he'd known himself. Jesse had sensed a kindred spirit and had reached out to him. How different things had been if he'd just have remained face down and let Jesse have his way, let Jesse move to either side of his genitals, where he'd clearly been going. What if he'd let Jesse touch his longing hardness, if he had tilted his butt up to give Jesse better access, had let Jesse's firm little fingers tease his boyhood, and then had turned over and invited Jesse to touch him from the front, full on? What if he'd let Jesse make him cum, and then had urged Jesse to like face down while he reciprocated, rubbing the small, firm, slightly pudgy form of his friend, culminating in manipulating Jesse's softer, more immature butt and then stroking his smaller but still substantial and exciting boyhood? What if he'd then lain down beside Jesse and pledged their special friendship, and they'd fallen asleep hugging? Or if he'd escalated, and instead of just touching Jesse, he'd slid down to his crotch and sucked his friend's hairless little dick without a word or a preliminary. What if he'd realized who he was then? How different would things have been?

Well, he probably wouldn't be here, soaping Wayne's butt while Wayne looked studiously at the wall, his mind somewhere far away. He wouldn't be filled with exciting feelings, his heart pounding and his dick jumping and throbbing. He wouldn't have had the experiences he had the previous hour, either, the experiences of being dominated by the faintly dangerous older boy and liking it. He wondered if that made him sick, that he liked it. But he thought about Jesse, wanting Tommy to spank him like a big brother and tell him he was naughty, and he understood Jesse better now.

Wayne shifted, moving his weight from his left leg to his right leg as he stood, his butt tensing under Tommy's hands as he did, reminding Tommy that he didn't have all day if he didn't want Wayne to lose his nerve or actually start thinking critically about what Tommy was doing. But how to proceed? Should he move on around to the sides of Wayne's hips? Converge with his soapy hands from either side to Wayne's uncircumcised genitals, see if he as hard and eager, too, or perhaps entice him to excitement? No, not now, he decided. Not yet. Because the route to Wayne's back door was already open. Wayne was leaning forward slightly, into the shower, so that the water splashed more off his back, so that his butt jutted more, and his cheeks parted slightly - not enough to see his asshole, but enough that the unblemished inner cheeks mostly showed. He was ready for Tommy to touch him back there, even invade him. After all, isn't this why they had entered the shower? If he touched Wayne's genitals now, Wayne might spook and call the whole thing off. So it was time to go for the sure thing, get the other boy ready. Then they'd see how Wayne reacted, and Tommy would know if other touches were warranted and would be accepted.

Tommy's heart was pounding and he had the irresistible urge to pant. His dick was stiff and pulsing, and he could feel pressure building within him even without touching himself. He let his hands circle the lower part of Wayne's butt, pressing farther and farther between Wayne's buns with every trip. The other boy's soapy cheeks twitched, but he didn't clench, or reach back to block Tommy, or complain. Instead, he leaned over slightly more, so his buns parted and Tommy's hand slid between them more easily, clearly signaling he was still ready to go through with it. In seconds, Tommy's sensitive fingers were brushing the ridges of the other boy's tight anal slit. He could feel the tension in the tight anal ring, but the give was there, too, the same give he'd felt in Jesse's tight hole. Wayne wasn't welcoming him, but he wasn't fighting, wasn't blocking him out. Tommy let his fingertip tease the bumpy softness he'd found between the other boy's buns, feeling the small muscles twitch in response. He pressed on the more unresisting center and felt the other boy's anus tense in response. Wayne was way too tense - this might be a bit tough if he stayed that way. What he needed, Tommy decided, just as he'd said in his made up story, was lubrication.

"Just a sec," he said. He stuck his head around the shower curtain and scanned the room. Bingo! There was a bottle of lotion on the sink, next to the mirror - something feminine, with flowers on the bottle. He took a step out of the bath and grasped the bottle, ducking back in.

"Don't drip on the floor," Wayne said, looking fuzzily over his shoulder, but still staying slightly bent with his butt thrust out.

"Shhhhh," Tommy said. He worked the top of the bottle, filling his right hand with a substantial amount of lotion. He leaned forward and put a steadying hand around Wayne's waist, bringing his cupped, lotion-filled hand up to Wayne's butt crack and pressing his whole hand over the other boy's now accessible hole. Wayne't butt hole twitched under his fingers and he tensed.

"Cold!" he said, shivering. But he relaxed again. Tommy began gently messaging the lotion into the other boy's butt hole.

"Relax, I won't hurt you," Tommy said gently. "I'll never hurt you." Wayne said nothing and kept his face in the stream of water, but the tight muscle under Tommy's fingers relaxed slowly. Tommy, taking a deep breath, gently but steadily increased the pressure on his finger, until it slid easily inward, into the tight hotness inside the other boy.

Wayne's anal ring clenched tightly, gripping Tommy's finger with surprising strength. "Easy," Tommy said soothingly. "Just relax." Wayne kept his eyes tightly closed, but his butt hole began relaxing again after a moment. Tommy waited, then let his finger slip a bit deeper, until he was all the way into the other boy. It felt gooshy and hot in there, and excitement grew in Tommy as he pictured putting his cock where his finger was.

It took some time for Tommy to work enough lotion into Wayne that he was satisfied the other boy was ready. Wayne's hole had fully relaxed and was so slick Tommy's finger would go in easily now. He was breathing faster, but still kept his face under the water and didn't look at Tommy. Tommy took a deep breath and stepped back, taking the lotion dispenser. Almost shaking with excitement, he squirted an enormous quantity of lotion in his cupped hand and the applied the cool lubricant to the head and then the shaft of his dick. He fought the urge to give himself a few pumps and cum all over Wayne's back. Stepping up, he chanced talking to Wayne.

"Ready?" he said. "I'll be careful, I swear."

"Just do it!" Wayne said in an almost inaudible voice. He leaned over more, putting his hands on his thighs just above his knees, gripping himself tightly. His butt thrust out invitingly, the pink hole, an asterisk of wrinkles, now clearly visible and calling to Tommy.

As it turned out, when it finally did come time, Wayne wasn't that difficult to enter after all. The smaller boy's buns were slippery with soap, his rectum was coated thoroughly with lotion an entire finger length into his body, and so was Tommy's dick. So when Tommy, heart pounding, lined up the head of his dick to the slightly indented bulls-eye of the other boy's pink hole and began pushing, trying to go easy and not hurt Wayne at the outset, he slid easily in, so easily that he was buried to the hilt and his growing was against Wayne's butt cheeks before he knew what was happening. Wayne gasped and his butt hole tightened briefly, but that was all - he didn't cry out, and in a few moments his butt hole loosened again on Tommy's engorged boyhood.

Remembering how it had been for him when Elvin had taken him from behind, Tommy stood stock-still then, letting Wayne get used to the invader in his rectum, holding the other boy firmly by the hips so he wouldn't jerk away. When, after long seconds, Wayne's panting slowed and the ring of pressure squeezing Tommy just behind his penis head weakened, he pulled out just a bit, let Wayne get used to that, then pushed back in. Wayne reacted less this time, so Tommy waited and then repeated the procedure. He waited less time before thrusting again, this time, and gradually increased his rate of thrusting until he was moving in and out of Wayne in a regular rhythm, taking about a second to thrust in, waiting a second, taking a second to pull out, waiting a second, then repeating the whole process.

Wayne was holding onto his knees, not fighting, enduring, so Tommy gradually increased his pace, and let himself settle into a more natural in and out rhythm without any pauses, pulling almost completely out of the boy before plunging all the way in again. Wayne was panting like a marathon runner but hadn't uttered a sound or a cry. In what seemed seconds to Tommy but had probably been closer to a minute, Tommy succumbed, ramming fast and hard into Wayne's tight butt on a final stroke, gripping Wayne tightly and holding him close as his dick pulsed huge and powerful in Wayne's rectum despite Tommy having cum copiously earlier that afternoon. His hands both sought and found the other boy's dick and gripped it. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Tommy registered that Wayne's dick felt big and rock hard in his hands, and that it twitched as he came, but that realization wasn't conscious—only the tip of Tommy's cock was part of his conscious awareness, buried in hot, tight wetness. Tommy shuddered as his internal organs finished their pumping, feeling Wayne's anal ring's tension each time his penis swelled, his hands milking the other boy's penis like it was his only grip on reality. Wayne stiffed, then, and the penis in Tommy's hand was dancing, like an animal trying to get loose, and Wayne's butt tightened impossibly, squeezing and ultimately ejectin Tommy's still hard but sated dick from his anus with powerful, irresistible force. Tommy's dick ended up between Wayne's still squeezing buns. Wayne squeezed his buns several more times, each squeeze lessening, and then he and Tommy simultaneously settled on their heels and went limp. Wayne brushed Tommy's hands from his rapidly shrinking dick and moved more toward the front shower wall. He took the soap from the side of the tub and began washing his butt.

"Let me do that," Tommy said helpfully.

"No," Wayne said forcefully, pushing Tommy's reaching hands away. "I can do it." Keeping his eyes closed, he continued washing his butt, spreading the cheeks and gently running the soap over his hole like Tommy wasn't there. Tommy stepped back and watched. Wayne squatted and washed between his legs, moving as if he was sore there. Well, he probably was, Tommy thought. He'd certainly been sore each time he'd been butt fucked - especially the first time.

Wayne, not looking at him and continuing to face the wall, rinsed and slowly straightened up again. Facing the wall with downcast eyes, he slipped Tommy the bar of soap while he himself stood under the gushing water, letting it wash over the back of his head and down his back. Tommy hadn't looked at his own dick and didn't now - if there was anything from inside of Wayne on it, he didn't want to know. He carefully soaped his dick, lathering copiously, and nudged Wayne a bit to the side so he could get the full pressure of the water on himself to rinse. Then he soaped himself again, now looking down. The orange color was still there, although it might have faded slightly with all that washing. He rinsed again and nudged Wayne's back with the soap. Wayne reached around, feeling for it, and move forward, away from Tommy's body, and gingerly slipped the soap between his buns, holding it there tightly for a bit, then working up a lather between his buns. Turning to face Tommy, he rinsed his butt, reaching back to spread the cheeks. First the first time since they'd started, his eyes were open. Tommy chanced meeting his eyes and Wayne flinched but didn't look away as he continued working on his butt.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Tommy asked.

Wayne didn't look at him. "We're never going to talk about this again, right?" he said to the floor. "Scout's honor?" He took the hand that wasn't holding the soap and made the sign of the scout pledge.

"Once we leave the shower, I'll never say a word," Tommy replied, miming locking his lips and throwing away the key. Wayne kept his hand up, so Tommy did his best to imitate the odd finger gesture. "Scout's honor," he said solemnly.

"Okay," Wayne said. "I didn't hurt." He looked away.

"Good," Tommy said. "I tried to be careful. And you came, didn't you? So it really wasn't bad, was it?"

Wayne finished rinsing and shut the water off. Tommy noticed he'd put the soap so neatly on the soap dish that it was exactly centered from every direction.

"I don't want to talk about it," Wayne said. He slid the shower curtain aside. "Ever." He stepped out. "Try to stay on the mat," he said. He reached over and picked the yellow towel off the rack. "We'll have to share a towel—my Gram would kill me if she knew you'd been here. You can use it first."

Tommy dried quickly, Wayne more slowly and deliberately. It gave Tommy a chance to examine the other boy's body as he did. Wayne's penis was dangling and the tip thicker than the base, the same way Chad's got after orgasm. So he definitely had cum at the end, just as Tommy had thought. It couldn't have all been bad, then. He got a quick glimpse of Wayne's asshole, too, as Wayne bent over to dry his feet, and the hole didn't look particularly violated - it was a deeper pink, yes, and looked a bit protuberant, like it was a bit swollen, but that was it. If Tommy's experience was any guide, the other boy's rectum probably burned faintly and felt violated, but that feeling would ebb quickly if he himself was any guide.

They dressed quickly now that the deed was over, and Wayne took the bath mat and began wiping up every drop of water that had ended up anywhere in the room. "Go see the kid," Wayne said. "Get that over with while I clean up here. Then he'll give you the password and we can see the disk."

Password? Oh, yeah. He'd told Wayne that the disk had a password, and he'd have to get it before the disk was any use to them. He left the apartment and walked into an alcove with a dumpster in it. He'd have to wait a convincing amount of time before coming back with reassurance for Wayne that the other kid was through with him, and the "password."

At exactly this same moment, Chad and Jimmy were looking at Mrs. Git with blank faces. "Circle jerk?" Chad asked.

"Heavens," Mrs. Git said. "Honestly, what has become of the Boy Scouts? To think that fine, virile young men like yourselves would never have heard of a circle jerk!"

"We're not Boy Scouts," Jimmy said.

"Well that explains it," Mrs. Git said. "Well let me explain. You boys get in a circle. Then each one of you stimulates the hoo-hah of the boy next to him and try to make him get happy."

"Jerk each other off, you mean?" Jimmy said. "No thanks. I'm kind of do-it-yourself when it comes to that."

"But you can make it a contest!" Mrs. Git said happily. "More points for the boys who get happy first! I know! The first one gets 3 points, the second gets 2, the third gets 1, and the last boy to get happy gets zero!"

"That won't work," Jeremy said seriously. "Matty will just not try, and then the kid he's doing won't get to cum."

"Oh," Mrs. Git said, disappointed. She thought a second. "Okay," she said. "We'll have a second way to score points. You get points for finishing first, and you get points for making your boy finish first. The same deal - 3 if your boy finishes first, 2 if he's second, 1 if he's third, and 0 if he's last. Biggest point total gets to pick the part of Courtney he wants first, then second biggest total, and so on. The loser gets what's left. So we can decide who gets what part, and we make sure you guys aren't excited when you touch her at the same time."

"That could work," Mrs. Snetch said. "Okay, let's do it."

"I'm in," Jeremy said. "As long as I don't have to do Matty."

"Well, I don't want to do you, either," Matty retorted. "Your peenie looks like a skinny white poop!"

Jimmy stared at Chad in surprise. "Why not," Chad said. "It isn't like I haven't been naked or jerked off in front of other people before."

"Well, I'm not sure I want to," Jimmy said.

"You have to," Jeremy pointed out. "Or else Matty or I have to do each other!"

"Look, Jimmy. No one will ever know you did it. I won't tell, and these two don't even know anyone we know. And the moms won't go around blabbling, right?"

"Not a word," Mrs. Git said. "Not as long as I can watch."

Mrs. Snetch cast a glance at Mrs. Git. "Well, boys? Are we doing this, or not?"

"As long as Courtney doesn't watch," Jimmy said, finally.

"Fine," Mrs. Snetch said. "Courtney, shut your eyes put your face in your arms." Courtney complied, happy to be covering her open snatch from they boys' eyes. She looked back at the boys.

"So how do we do this?" Jeremy asked.

Mrs. Git sprung into action. She arranged Jeremy standing opposite Matty, and Chad opposite Jimmy, pushing them closer by prodding their exposed butts until each boy's penis was in easy reach of the boy next to him. Then she took Jeremy's hand and gently placed it on Chad's still erect penis. Chad's hand was guided to Matty's slightly smaller organ, and Matty's to Jimmy. Shrugging, Jimmy voluntarily reached out to grasp Jeremy's jutting little tool.

"Now remember, be gentle with each other, boys. Don't tug, stroke. Teasing works better than yanking - believe me, I have a lot of experience with those things," Mrs. Git said. "Remember, you want your boy to win if you want maximum points. But pay attention to yourself, too - you need to do your part. Don't be afraid to tell give your boy instruction if he could do something better and make you cum faster."

Jeremy's hand, smaller than his, felt familiar on Chad's penis. It took him a moment to realize it felt like Jesse's touch had felt, when Jesse had taken Chad's penis in his hand prior to sucking Chad in the darkness of Chad's prison several weeks back. And Matty's stiff tool felt a lot like Gabriel's did when his cousin insisted he hold it at night. Chad glanced at each other boy in turn. Matty was looking at Jimmy's penis in his hand like it was a dead fish. Jimmy was blushing, looking straight ahead, clearly discomfited. Jeremy was looking at his own penis as if he couldn't believe Jimmy's hand was on it and not his own. With surprise, Chad realized he was probably the most relaxed boy in the room. Because at that moment, Chad felt no embarrassment, only determination. He was going to win this thing! He was going to cum first, and he'd make Matty come in second! And when he won, he knew exactly which part of Courtney he'd pick!