Breaking The Arrangement

At the bikes we stripped out of our wet swimsuits before putting our clothes back on. No sense in being damp and uncomfortable on the way home. Evan and I had been nude together before and I knew every inch of his body. But Ray's body was unfamiliar to me. I knew what most of him looked like but I had never seen him without either a pair of pants, shorts or a swimsuit on. I admit, despite my fears of being labeled a queer, I wanted to get a look at his cock.

Ray made it easy for me. He was unconcerned about his nudity and, since we'd forgotten to bring towels, announced he was going to walk around a bit and dry off before he put his shorts on. I found myself stealing glances at him when I thought he wasn't looking. But since he wasn't looking, he wasn't facing toward me either so all I got was a glimpse of his side or a pair of magnificent taunt young buttocks. Then, as though he knew I was watching, Ray took a deep breath and turned around. I felt my breath catch in my chest.

It wasn't his semi-hard dick that made me gasp, although it was a nice one. Nor was it his low hanging ballsack. What took my breath away was the fact Ray didn't have any public hair. He was as bare as a plucked chicken down there.

There was no mistaking the fact that Ray saw where I was looking because he blushed, his cheeks imitating a Wisconsin sunset. When he spoke to me, there wasn't even a hint of sexual innuendo in his words, just a hint of embarrassment and a touch of a plea for understanding.

"Hey Web, I know it looks funny but don't laugh. Coach has all his swimmers shave the hair off their bodies, even around our dicks. He says the hair won't act as a drag in the water and we'll get faster times that way. Even if it's only a tenth of a second, a tenth of a second can be the difference in a close race."

"Yeah but you've got hair on your arms and your legs and your head," I said, stating the obvious while I pulled my eyes up from his groin to his scarlet face.

"That's because its summer. When school starts in fall I'll shave the hair off my arms and legs. Coach wanted us all to shave our heads but the principal said no way."

"So why not wait until fall to shave your pubes?"

"You ever shaved yours?"

I shook my head no, although now that I'd seen Ray's shorn crotch I was thinking about it. He looked sexy as hell and only the thought of Ray finding out for sure I was a cocksucker kept from throwing a boner right there and then.

"I didn't think so or you wouldn't have asked. When the hair grows back after you've shaved it itches like a son-of-a-bitch. And until it gets to its original length it scratches too. So all of us on the swim team keep shaved year-round."

I nodded my head in acknowledgment. "I guess that makes sense."

"Thanks. And Web, please don't tell anyone about this. Evan knows because I'm rooming with him. The guys on the swim team know because they all do it too. My dad knows, I don't know if he told my Mom or not. I sure hope he didn't. Now you know. But I don't want anyone else to know all right?"

"Jeeze dickweed, who the hell am I going to tell. I don't know anybody else from your school. I'm not going to tell my folks or Evan's folks and I'm sure not going to tell anybody from my school. For one thing I wouldn't want to even begin to tell them how I knew."

"Thanks, man. I knew I could count on you. It's our secret right," Ray asked looking deeply into my eyes.

"Right." I responded looking right back at him.

"You two weenies sure you don't want to cut each other's fingers and mingle the blood to seal the oath," asked Evan, startling us both since we hadn't noticed he was there. "Maybe go out to the graveyard tonight, light some black candles, sacrifice a rooster and offer up your souls to the devil if you break the pact?"

"I don't know Ray what do you think? Maybe it'd be more effective if we sacrificed Evan instead of a rooster?"

"I don't know. I've always heard sacrifices to Satan are more effective if you use intelligent animals. That gives the edge to the rooster."

"Hardi-har-har. Come on, let's get going. It's almost time for supper and I still want to work on the Evanmobile tonight. Couple of losers, I don't even know why I let you hang around with me."

Evan gave me hell once we got back to his house. "You really are a faggot aren't you? Why didn't you just drop to your knees and beg Ray to let you suck his cock instead of just giving him the eye?"

"Was I that obvious," I asked, concerned the answer would be yes.

"Let's see, at the pond you had sperm all over your face. In the woods you stared at his dick like a kid at a candy store just dying to take a lick of that peppermint stick. One the ride home your eyes never left his ass. Nope you weren't obvious at all, if Ray was blind, which he ain't."

"Well, it was your fault I was covered in come, your come I might point out. You were supposed to keep watch for him. 'Don't worry Web,' you said, 'I'll watch out for Ray.' Good job there asshole."

"All right, calm down. You've got a point. I'm sorry about not seeing him but I was getting ready to shoot and he was underwater. I didn't see him until he started to get on the platform. But you're right. We're both at fault here. We'll just have to hope Ray's particularly dense and we'll have to be more careful next time."

"Next time my ass Evan. There ain't going to be any next time until Ray goes home."

"Come on man, you need to blow me just as much as I need to be blown. We'll just have to be more careful next time."

"And next time won't be until Ray is back at home. I'm not taking any more chances," I told Evan and I meant it.

Breaking The Arrangement --- Chapter Three

Evan seemed to take my decision in stride. Although he hinted at how horny he was; how much he missed my lips caressing his cock, he never pushed too far. And there things stood until Ray's last night at the farm.

The Beaver Outdoor Theatre (Yes, it was really called the Beaver Outdoor Theatre) was having a dusk to dawn "Horrorthon." The first feature was "Castle of Evil," followed by "Women of the Prehistoric Planet/Frozen Dead/Queen of Blood" and ending with "Zontar, Thing From Venus." We thought it'd be cool as hell to stay up all night watching the movies and then go out an get a big greasy breakfast down the road, a perfect way to send Ray back to the city.

The only blemish on the plan was the Evanmobile's condition. Its carburetor was still a pile of jumbled parts on the workbench, victim of a lack of time to finish the job. The only other transportation available to us was the farm's Dodge panel truck, hardly the boss ride we wanted to be seen in. Still beggars can't be choosers and even the truck was better than our bikes. That would really have been candyassed. Besides we were too jazzed about the Horrorthon to really worry about what we were driving.

With WOKY blaring out of the speakers we set off, windows cracked enough to let in some air but still keep out the dust until we hit the highway. We sang along to Wild Thing and Lil' Red Riding Hood; argued about who was better the Beatles or the Stones (with Ray holding out for the Beach Boys) ; bitched about the Braves abandoning Milwaukee for Atlanta; made plans to go up to Lambeau and score some tickets for a game because the Packers were going to have another badass season. "The greatest team in football history, man."

After the usual car search at the ticket booth to make sure we weren't smuggling anyone in without paying, we drove into the Beaver carefully contemplating where to park. It wasn't just about having a good view of the screen. You wanted to stay away from the passion pit in the back rows, otherwise theatre employees would be shining their flashlights into your car all night. Too close to the front where the playground was and you'd have parents walking past you all night dragging crying children in pajamas back and forth to the bathrooms.

That was another consideration. You wanted to be close enough to the concession stand for a quick trip there and to the john but far enough away to be out of the constant traffic. As Rick said in Casablanca when asked for a table close to Sam and away from Major Strasser "The geography's a little difficult but I think we can manage." We settled on a spot to the right and several rows behind the concessions stand, on the opposite side of the bathrooms.

Once we reached our spot we fired up the PIC coil to keep the bugs away and waited for the movies to start. As it got dark we broke out the Pabst. Besides drinking the lukewarm beer we passed around a bottle of rum; the rule being every time a character bought it in the film we all had to take a swig. By the end of Castle of Evil none of us were feeling any pain and, to give us a better chance of lasting the night, we decided to suspend the rule for the remainder of the movies. But we continued to suck down the Pabst although at a much slower pace.

About midway through Women of the Prehistoric Planet, Ray loudly announced he was going to the restroom and he might be a little while. Evan and I both chuckled at Ray's obvious state of semi-intoxication but, because he could still follow our fingers with his eyes and walk upright, we let him out of the truck.

Ray had only been gone for a minute when Evan sidled over to me and placed my left hand on his throbbing pecker. "Come on cocksucker. I've waited long enough. Get in the back of the truck."

I wanted to argue but I couldn't. Evan was right; he had waited long enough and so had I. I needed his cock as bad as he wanted to feed it to me.

Climbing over the back of the bench seat, I spread both of the blankets used for padding the wall over the floor of the truck. As I worked to prepare our makeshift boudoir, I told Evan to make sure the front windows were rolled up and the doors were locked. I made sure the side and back doors to the truck were locked myself. With the only windows in the truck located up front, you'd have to climb up on the truck and look through the top of the windshield to see us on the floor. Anyone walking by would simply see an empty front seat.

Evan and I must have set land speed records for stripping off our clothes. As I positioned myself between his legs, Evan's dick beat about like a blind man's cane. Without any hesitation I went down on him, burying my nose in his public hair with a single lightning motion that bruised my throat when his head struck the back. I didn't care. Evan's flat, ripe thick-veined cock was back where it belonged, in my mouth.

Without finesse I plunged up and down on his rod, my hands caressing his body, squeezing his balls. No frills, no teasing, just the most direct approach possible to coaxing his sperm from his balls to my stomach. Evan's profane instructions spurred me to an even faster pace.

"Tighter you little cocksucker. Wrap those lips around that dick. Eat me you little faggot. Suck out that cream."

As his groin tried to rise from the floor of the truck my head descended to push it back down again. This was pure physical sex, a sprint not a marathon, the wildest coupling we had ever had. I was sucking Evan as though my soul's salvation depended on it. Then, behind me, I heard the truck door open and close.

For a moment I tried to stop, to drag myself off the tower of flesh I was devouring, to scramble for some sort of cover, to find some way of denying what I was doing. But Evan's hands not only held me in place, they kept me moving, pulling me up and down his pole.

"Come on Web, I'm almost there. Suck me you little bastard. Never mind Ray. Get me off."

Again I was overcome by my desire, restraint falling off me like leaves from the trees in the fall. I returned to my personal universe and began to revolve again around Evan's cock.

Now my approach changed. Time was no longer an impediment to artistry. If I was going to put on an exhibition, showcase my talents, I'd do it right.

Ignoring Ray's presence for the moment, I began to lick up and down Evan's thick hard sex. Broad strokes, the flat of my tongue covering the flat surface, overlapping the sides. I bathed his balls in my mouth sucking until the distended skin of his scrotum resembled a stretched piece of Silly Putty. My hands massaged his ribcage, twisting his nipples back and forth.

I returned to my station, slowly enveloping the head if his cock with my lips then quickly pulling off. A serpentine tongue tip darting forth to squirm its way between the fleshy halves of his glans, jabbing at his pisshole, tasting the seminal fluids as they oozed forth.

I rotated my way down his rod like a red stripe coiling its way down a barber's pole, my tongue moving the skin as it passed, my cheeks collapsed by the force of my vacuuming inhalation. I scraped with my teeth on the upstrokes my hands now cupping Evan's ass, raising it from the quilted brown pads lining the floor.

Guiding him with my body, I moved Evan around so his head was pointed at the front of the truck. I was under no misapprehension about what would follow this performance. Ray's would be the third cock I had ever sucked and I wanted to get him primed by giving him a better view of the floorshow.

Now I went to work in earnest, my goal to get Evan off in a spectacular fashion and move on to Ray. I increased the speed and intensity of my sucking imitating a calf feeding from its mother's teat. Evan's thighs began to move toward his groin and then away, always a sign he was getting close to coming. His instructions to me were turning into unintelligible grunts. It wouldn't be long now.

When I felt sperm beginning to climb up Evan's dick I pulled off, positioning my wide open mouth about two inches from the head of his cock, my tongue extended to serve as a platform for his creamy offering. Preceded by a load intake of breath, Evan's come spurted from the head of his dick. Four separate jets of sperm flung themselves across the void to splatter themselves into the waiting receptacle of my oral cavity.

As Evan regained his breath, my hands milked the last of his juice from his wilting flesh onto my tongue. As protocol demanded I kept my lingual member extended allowing its pearlescent coating to be observed before I swallowed. But, head held high, I showed my obedience not to Evan but to Ray. Ray who had watched wide-eyed as I sucked Evan and was even now focused on my face.

I swallowed and Ray's eyes traced the passage of Evan's sperm down my throat. Even in the dark of the truck I could tell Ray's face was flushed, his breathing hurried. Playing it as cool as I could, I grabbed three Pabsts and told Ray since the church key was up front he'd have to open these.

"So Evan, did you forget to lock the door or what," I asked, sitting up as he climbed back into his clothes.

"Yeah man I guess I did, sorry," Evan said, not sounding sorry at all.

"Tell him the truth cousin," said Ray. "You tell him or I will."

"No, lemme guess," I said, still trying to play it cool despite the fact my spent passion was being replaced by a smoldering resentment at Evan's cavalier attitude. The reality of the situation was coming home to me. I was set up and I wasn't at all happy about it.

"You broke the arrangement. You told Ray I was a cocksucker, that I sucked your cock. Then you told him if he played his cards right you'd get me to suck his cock too. Tonight, at the movies.

"That's why you didn't finish rebuilding the carburetor. That way we'd have to take this truck. You knew I'd never suck you off in your car at the theatre. Along side the road maybe where people weren't always passing by but not in a crowded theatre."

I was really getting worked up now, the feeling of being double-crossed by my best friend as painful as a deep cut. Yes, I wanted to suck Ray's cock but I wanted it to be my choice, not to be tricked into it.

"That whole thing about Ray having to go to the john was just a setup. You left the door unlocked so he could get back in and watch. And now you expect me to suck his cock."

"Sumthin like that."

"Not something like that, exactly like that."

"No, it's not like that," said Ray in an anxious voice.

"Shut up Ray. As for you Evan, I thought we were friends. I thought we had a deal. I trusted you not to tell anyone. You betrayed me, man." By now I was surprised to find myself nearly in tears.

"No, I didn't," said Evan in a stony voice. "You betrayed yourself. "Face the facts. I didn't break the arrangement. I never told old man Grambs you were a dicklicker. He caught you at it. And when he threatened you, you didn't have to suck his cock. You could have told him to go to hell. We both know he wouldn't have told my grandmother because we would have told on him; that he tried to get a white teenage boy to suck his cock.

"Even after you blew him in the basement, you sure didn't have to go over to his apartment the next day and suck him off again. You blew him because you wanted to, because you enjoy having a dick between your lips. You blow me for the same reason.

"I didn't tell Ray anything. He figured it out all on his own. Hell, it wasn't even the day at the pond that did it. He saw you the day before in the barn loft when you jacked off into your hand and then ate it. I didn't have to say a word you moron he knew. All the come on your face from the pond was just the frosting on the cake.

"Take a good look at yourself buddy. You're a cocksucker. It's not what you do Web, it's what you are, as much a part of you as being smart and funny. I don't think it's sumthin you can do anything about. And I don't think there's anything wrong with it.

"Me, I'm not a cocksucker. Sure, I like having you blow me. It feels good to get off in your mouth. And, OK, maybe I have been using you, but can you deny you like being used? Hell you've told me often enough how much it turns you on.

"That shit about being friends. Damn it Web, we are friends. You still don't know how good of friends we are, but you will. Our friendship isn't about sex. We've been friends for 12 years, since you were six and I was seven. It doesn't rise or fall on whether or not you suck my dick. But I'm your friend man, not your boyfriend. And you need to keep that straight in your mind.

"I like girls Web, not guys, girls. If I could get Mary Elizabeth or some other good looking chick to do what you do, no offense but you'd never get close to my dick again. This is all temporary for me. I thought you knew that.

"I'm goin' to the concession stand, no shit this time. I'll probably be gone a half hour or so. Think about what I've said Web. As your friend I'm tellin ya you havta come to grips with who you really are, otherwise your whole life is gonna be totally fucked up."

For the second time that night I heard the truck door open and close, leaving me to wonder whether or not the door had been shut on my longest friendship as well.

I was barely aware of Ray crawling over the seat to join me in the back. Oblivious to almost everything, I might as well have been one of the zombies up on the screen until Ray handed me the bottle of rum and told me to take a swig. The harsh burn of the alcohol sloshing down my throat reset my awareness of where I was and I took a second to anchor me in position.

"Heavy night," said Ray, sliding next to me on the floor before taking a hit from the bottle himself.

"Yeh, heavy."

"Not the evening I expected."

"Me, neither."

For a while there was silence as my thoughts slithered in my mind like snakes after mice. What the hell was I so upset about? Why'd I make such a fuss, throwing a hissy fit like an overtired toddler? I was a cocksucker. I did like to suck cock. I had given myself over to both Evan and Mr. Grambs to act as their submissive cocksucker and enjoyed it. And I wanted to suck Ray's cock, had wanted to suck it even before it seen it in its fully shorn glory in the woods. Why were the doubts about what I was doing returning?