Lost in New England

[2008spike]

Chapter 1

I put my head into my hands to block out the noise. It had been quite a day and my head was aching.

There was a lot of commotion from the phones. People were talking on them. People were yelling about them. People were slamming them down. And the ringing! There seemed to be at least a thousand phones ringing all at the same time. A loudspeaker overhead calmly alerted everyone that so-and-so had a phone call on hold. Around the corner-I think-a baby was crying. And somebody was typing, fast! Did anyone ever use a typewriter anymore? Or maybe it was a machine that typed, it was hard to tell. It was stuffy in here and hard to breathe. How could anybody hope to get anything done around this place?

The police officer who had been asking me questions had stepped away. I was trying hard now to gather my thoughts, but they weren't gathering for me at all. I was sort of a mess since I'd arrived. Danny was missing! And I was supposed to be helping the police to find him. Did I mention that the police officer was awfully cute?

I had a little time to myself to take it all in. I took a deep breath in. I tried not to cry. That wouldn't be good. Not in front of the officer, at least.

For a Sunday, it seemed awfully busy here. I can't even imagine what the New Haven Police Department might be like on a weekday. Even more crazy I guess. Maybe I would ask the nice officer. Outside of a few pornographic fantasies that I'd conjured up, this was my first time in a police station. For real, at least. Well, there was one other time when I was a kid. Mrs. Calloway had taken my entire third grade class to visit a police station in Apple Valley. That was my real first time. To no one's surprise, I'd been the first one to volunteer to go behind the prison bars that day. Apparently the imagery stuck. I remember the cool metal against my face, the faint smell of metal and dirt and sweat. It was a milestone in my sexual development. Even at nine years of age, there was something mysterious and forbidden about the police. I had to have more. And, of course, safely tucked away and all alone in my bedroom, I'd dreamed up plenty of police station fantasies. Most of which involved me naked from the waist down and wedged between the bars of a jail cell.

Not today perhaps, but I pledged to ask the officer if I might see the inner workings of the station when I came back. Today was about Danny. Poor Danny!

I was seated on an uncomfortably hard wooden straight-back chair next to the desk of an Italian police officer who was taking my statement.

Danny Lehman was missing. What a fucked up mess! I was sure that I had absolutely nothing helpful to say, but the police seemed to want to know everything anyway. So here I was, at least an hour already. The excitement from the finals of the Yale Invitational Track Meet were already a distant memory.

I hadn't qualified for the finals myself. No surprise to me, but a big disappointment to my coach. As a result, I'd pretty much been just a spectator all day. Since I had so many people I knew who actually had made the finals, I arrived early to get a good seat and had been able to snag one in the front row of the grandstands for most of the meet today. I did miss seeing the finals in Steeplechase however; that race started at 8:00 and I hadn't been able to get my butt out of bed. But, since the Steeplechase is kind of stupid, it was really no biggie. I have no idea why somebody would want to run 3000 meters all out while they hopped over hurdles and splashed through big puddles of deep water.

I expected to see Danny when he lined up for his final in the 800 meters. But when the announcer called out the names, Danny wasn't there. The crowd cheered anyway when the announcer said that Danny was a Freshmen from the University of Oregon-there weren't a whole lot of runners from the west coast. I'm certain Danny would have loved to hear the cheers for him in his goofy green Oregon Duck shirt.

It was weird that Danny wasn't on time, of course, but not completely unprecedented-Danny had certainly been late for plenty of races when we were on the team together back in high school. He was probably talking to some guy about hooking up after the meet or caught up in watching the pole vaulters and lost track of time. But when Danny still wasn't on the line as the Yale officials lined them up for the starting gun, I had a bad feeling in my stomach. Danny loved to race. Something bad must have happened for Danny to miss a Finals.

In the end, Danny was simply a scratch. When the local paper from New Haven came out the following day, the official record of the Yale Invitational 800 meter final would say, "Lehman, D. DNS"

Did not start. DNS? WTF?

The guy who won was somebody from Georgetown who I was only vaguely familiar with. As I watched the race, I was sad for Danny. It would have really been a great matchup. The Georgetown guy was pretty fast, but I had a feeling that Danny might have been faster. Danny Leeman didn't like to lose. And he always had crazy speed that amazed me when he fell into his second lap kick. Danny rarely finished in second place. And he certainly never had a DNS before.

I waited at the track for Danny for at least a couple of hours after the race, hoping he would turn up, not having set his watch or something.

There were a couple other guys out here visiting from Oregon also. They hadn't seen Danny all day either. One guy, a hurdler from someplace in New York, who also had not made the finals, reluctantly admitted that he had been out partying with Danny and a few others last night until about 10 or so. But the hurdler felt guilty that everybody else was already back in bed at their hotels, so he and everyone else made their way back. Except for Danny. Danny said he was "feeling it," whatever that meant, and apparently went off on his own. He had failed to tell any of them where he was headed, which sounded exactly like my Danny.

I rubbed open my eyes to the sound of a siren pulling up outside of the police station. I really needed sleep.

Fuck! Where the hell was Danny?!

Officer Ruggazione smiled as he came back to his desk. He had a few pieces of paper in his hand. He sat down heavily in black padded arm chair that looked as if it had seen better days. The policeman wasn't all that big of a guy, but the chair squawked as he settled his weight into it. Despite the mix of emotions swirling inside of my head, I smiled back at him, instinctively wishing to trade places with the office chair.

"Okay. Found what I needed," the Ruggazione said evenly. "Just a couple more quick things, then let's wrap this up so you can get on back to your friends."

"Thanks," I said. "But I don't mind. No rush. Let's do whatever we need to do. I just want to find Danny."

He smiled at me. He had perfect teeth, of course. He was not making this whole thing any easier on me.

My insides twisted into a knot. Of course I wanted to find my friend, that was a given. But I was also in no hurry to part company with Officer Italian Stallion here.

Just the fact that I was even thinking about sex while Danny was out there somewhere, maybe alone, maybe cold, maybe lost. I was wracked with guilt.

But on the other hand, if Danny ever got the chance to meet the man sitting at the desk in front of me, he would surely approve. Lost or not, Danny could be very practical about these things.

Ruggazione looked an awful lot like someone who should be hanging out with that Italian sculptor Michelangelo, maybe waiting his turn to be carved into stone. As a matter of fact, the whole police station had sort of a hunky Italian vibe, just about every where I looked. If Michelangelo had ever sailed across the ocean and docked in New Haven, he would absolutely have made a bee line for the place, making granite busts of every one of them!

The thought of a naked and all white Ruggazione up on a pedestal made me smile. I watched him scribbling something down, he looked up from the form he was filling out and our eyes met; they were dark brown. I'm sure I turned red. Look away, TJ, look away for crissakes! Your friend is missing!

For a full ten seconds, I managed to focus again on Danny.

Danny with his great smile, again the perfect teeth. Danny with his thin brown hair that always flopped around when he ran. Danny sneering at me from across the locker room while he cruised any boy within 30 feet of him. Danny looking up from down below as he sucked on the tip of my cock. Danny trying to act all shy and conservative, in a dead-on imitation of his twin brother David.

Would it be unseemly to point out that Danny was circumcised? Surely every piece of information could be helpful? I also knew how big Danny got when he was hard. Part of me wanted to share every single one of these facts with Ruggazione.

I sighed. Perhaps another time.

Danny would approve I reminded myself again. Danny would not only approve, he would probably already have the officer's cell phone number.

I took a deep breath and watched Officer Ruggazione tick off boxes on yet another form. Silently I began counting his freckles.

Only six visible above his tight little police officer shirt collar.

But all six were small and handsome. They framed his Italian eyes perfectly, eyes that would look even sexier and more perfect back in the soft light of my dorm room up in Boston. The perfect accompaniment to watching him in the mirror beside my bed while he pounded away at me from behind.

Stop it TJ, you're being ridiculous!

He might not be a top.

I licked my lips to rehydrate them, trying not to seem too much like a pervert as I did so. At least I wasn't drooling. If I had to sit here in silence much longer, concentrating only on every single molecule on the policeman's face, I would definitely drool a little bit though.

"I just want to find him," I said quietly to nobody in particular.

He smiled at me again. "That's what we all want, BJ, that's what we all want" he said.

Ruggazione heard the words come out of my mouth. I only hoped that he hadn't been doing any mind-reading as well.

Wait. Did he just call me "BJ?"

I inhaled. "TJ," I corrected him, but regretted it immediately.

"Right," he smiled again. "TJ. Sorry." The very tough, very sexy police officer blushed, just the tiniest little bit. How fucking cute is that? He blushed!

"All right then, so let's make sure I've got the description right."

"Okay," I said. "Male, 19 years of age, about 150 pounds, five feet eight inches."

At the mention of 'eight inches,' my mind went right to it's usual place in the gutter.

I had seen Danny's dick up close and personal quite a few times. Although Danny would have happily bragged about having an eight inch cock-nine inches even, the boy had no scruples-he and I both knew that he wasn't quite there. I had him by like an inch, a fact I also liked to brag about.

On the other hand, Danny got more mileage out of his seven inches or so than probably anybody else I'd ever met. Certainly more than I got out of mine.

Officer Ruggazione looked at me quizzically.

"What?" I asked, not realizing I was expected to say something out loud.

"Five feet eight inches, right?" He said it again.

"Yes, yes, eight inches," I said. "And five feet." This time I blushed. I nodded enthusiastically, thinking maybe that I could cover up my start dumbness.

"And dark brown hair?"

"Yes, thin sort of, kind of early Tom Cruise-ish, you know Top Gun," I said. "And dark brown eyes, just like yours."

"What?"

"Um, well they are," I said again. "His eyes, I mean. Just like yours." I sighed. "They are brown too."

"Brown?"

"Yes. Dark brown."

"I didn't know there were different shades of brown."

"Well, there are, I mean, I think there are lots of different browns."

"Okay." He scribbled down another word. "And I like Top Gun. Great movie."

I smiled. I liked it too, but probably not for the same reasons that Ruggazione did.

"Aren't there like dark browns and light browns and..." I stammered. "Medium browns? Tom Cruise has medium brown eyes, I think."

"I really don't know."

I took another breath. Fuck.

"I thought you police guys just wanted to be really accurate," I offered.

He pursed his lips and nodded slowly. "I will make a note of it." He wrote something on the paper in front of him. "Dark brown."

"Great!" I said. I felt like we had been talking about this just a little bit too much.

"Any distinctive marks on his body? Tattoos? Piercings?"

"Hmm," I said, placing a finger on my lips. "Let me think." Danny had a tiny little scar on the back of his thigh, way up by his butt cheek. But I didn't think that would be all that helpful to mention right at this very moment. So I didn't. "Nope!" I said, cheerfully.

"Not that you know of?"

"Right. Not that I know of."

I looked over at Ruggazione.

Perfect Roman skin, of course. Why was it that guys this good looking also had perfect olive-coloring and just got incredibly sexier and evern more handsome when they were out in the sun And little Scottish French boys like me just turned into a beet?

His short sleeve shirt showed off muscular forearms. I imagined that he did about a thousand pull ups a day.

He had no arm hair. I wonder if he shaved it off. Probably not. Unless of course he was a triathlete and it got in the way when he was swimming or biking really fast. But then again, his buddies at work would probably tease him if he did, shave his arm hair I mean.

I took a breath, it came out more like a heavy sigh.

Had he been a distance runner in college too? A wrestler? I wondered what he might look like in a singlet. Maybe a tiny dark brown tuft of hair peeking out of the top.

My underwear was getting tighter as my mind gorged itself on about a six foot long slab of Italian beef.

"Do you remember what he was wearing when you last saw him, TJ?"

"Who?

He looked at the paper in front of him. "Leeman, Daniel Leeman. You boys all call him Danny, right?"

I looked up at the white tiles on the ceiling. Yes Danny. Never Daniel. God, he'd hate that!

"Well, on the track Saturday, he had on his green Oregon Ducks track shirt, some yellow running shorts, some running shoes. Nike I think. Yellow."

He wrote it down.

"He is a Freshmen at Oregon. Did I mention that?"

He nodded without looking up.

"Hmm," he said. "Probably not what he wore out last night with his friends, right?"

I laughed. "No, probably not. But if a college singlet would have helped him get laid, then he just might have worn it. You never know with Danny."

Officer Ruggazione laughed too. He was starting to get the picture of the real Danny.

"Not that he needed that much help in that department, if you know what I mean."

"What department?"

"You know, in getting laid," I said. Red again.

The officer gave me a look with a half-lifted eyebrow.

"You know? Sex."

"Yes, yes, I know. Sex." He smiled. "I've heard of it. I took a health class in middle school."

I froze. He was joking, right? After a pause, we both laughed again. I imagined that me and Ruggazione would have been fast friends had we gone to high school together.

And this was definitely the most fun I'd ever had while I was a police station reporting a friend of mine to be missing.

When we finally finished up, Officer Ruggazione and I exchanged phone numbers and shook hands.

I told him I text.

He told me that he is not allowed to do that. I thought about mentioning Facebook, but that might have been going a little too far. The last thing I needed was to have him searching my profile, seeing all the wacky stuff I'd posted. My Tom Brady and Jacoby Ellsbury obsessions, for example!

Me and Ruggazione agreed to check back in tomorrow,no matter what.

Danny's brother David was flying into New Haven and should be in sometime late tonight, he told me.

"Oh great, can you please ask him to give me a call when he arrives," I said.

The policeman raised an eyebrow again. "I'm not generally in the business of setting up the social schedule for members of the public."

"Oh right, sorry, yes of course. It's no big deal. I mean, David's his twin brother you know, and I know them both pretty well."

He looked back at me and didn't say anything.

"Okay then, I have a nice day."

"Right. Thanks again for your help."

I banged my leg into a chair as I backed away awkwardly. Yow!

I definitely needed to do this guy. But first things first. Let's find Danny.

 

[FastOne]

Very intriguing. Love the (endearingly rambling) wittiness TJ has as well. Looking forward to more!
Seeing this end with Danny and TJ thanking Officer Ruggazione personally for everything would be, ahem, nice.

 

[ronboy]

Great start to this story. I'll be back for more!

 

[Craiger]

Spike! You're back and with TJ, Danny and David. Great to have another segment of the Apple Valley boys. And, leave it to TJ to be cruising a handsome police officer. I'm surprised he was able to contain his 8 1/2 inches... This is a little ominous though, Danny missing. I hope everything is OK.

Craiger

 

[Autolycus]

A very fine start! We need to read more

 

[2008spike]

The bus back to Boston was leaving around 7:00 Sunday evening.

It was sort of late to be getting back home, since we all probably had class the next morning. But I think the coaches decided to leave then so that we'd avoid any nasty weekend traffic on the Mass Pike coming out of Springfield and into Boston. Worked for me, of course, since I'd had an unscheduled afternoon in a police station.

Nobody knew yet about Danny's disappearance yet, other than the few guys he'd been with Saturday night. The cops probably already talked with those guys.

I had no idea, of course, if they had already made a big deal of it with the rest of the boys who were going to be on the bus, but I hoped not. Hopefully, they'd been discreet and I wouldn't have to answer dozens more questions about Danny while we were on the bus ride home. Sleep sounded like a very good idea, I was pretty spent.

The meeting with Officer Ruggazione at the station had taken a couple hours, so I didn't have much time. I had to make that bus! I hustled back to grab my stuff.

I was already wearing one of my back-up pairs of running shoes for my visit with Ruggazione, so I pretty much sprinted all the way through downtown New Haven back to the Omni Hotel. I had plenty of energy since I hadn't had to race in a final today, and it felt good to stretch my legs out along the sidewalks of the city. I wasn't even breathing hard when I pulled up to the Omni Hotel.

I'd already checked out earlier that morning and left my overnight duffel bag with one of the guys at the bell desk. The gang of college track boys from Boston was just loading up; I'd made it with plenty of time to spare.

I fumbled around in my back pack for a few bucks for a tip for a bellboy who was not as cute as I'd hoped he would be. Then I hopped aboard the bus with the others. There were a few seats left. I shoved my duffel into a little rack above the seats and sat down next to a guy from Northeastern who I didn't recognize. I said hi to a couple of guys I knew from BU, but there were no seats next to any of them. Nobody seemed to know exactly where I had just been for the last few hours, that was just fine.

"Hi, I'm TJ." I reached out my hand for a shake with the dude from Northeastern.

"Tom," the guy said. He looked at my hand for a moment before he grabbed it. "I go to Northeastern."

"Yeah, I know. I read your t-shirt," I said. "I'm at BU. I run the mile."

"5000," Tom said.

"Oh yeah, how'd you do?"

"Eighth. Got jostled around a lot on the back turn or else I might have taken third of fourth. Some guy from Yale took it."

"Right," I smiled.

"But I ran a PR today. Pretty happy with that."

"At least you ran today," I said. "I didn't even qualify for my final. Finished fifth in my heat yesterday. And. Not a PR for me either. I'd say I ran a few faster back in high school." I laughed, not wanting him to think I was a total dweeb by not making the meet today.

"Too bad." He looked out the window as the bus went around a long entrance ramp and onto the highway.

"Yeah," I said, looking around the bus for somebody else to talk to.

It was 'too bad.' I had a pretty decent race, but certainly not my best effort of the season. I just flat got beat. When the other guys took off once they rang the bell for the final lap, I tried to keep up but I had nothing. Pitiful really, considering I'd had to be invited just to here in the first place. The other guys blew past me on the first turn of the last lap and then pulled ahead even further down the stretch. I pumped my arms, stretched out my stride, and ran as fast as I could. But there was a lot of space between the first four runners and me at the line. Not sure it would have mattered even if I'd had a good day out there. Each of the first four put up times that were faster than I had ever run before, even on my best days in practice.

I sighed and looked down at Tom from Northeastern's crotch. I must have a magnet inside my head that is attracted only to dicks.

Tom from Northeastern wore the usual purple and white Northeastern running stuff and had on some loose-fitting sweats that matched. There was a box of coconut water wedged between his thighs.

"Yeah," Tom said after a long pause. He apparently agreed with something I'd said. But I barely remembered what it was. Tom probably didn't care one bit if I'd made the finals in my event, we went to rival schools after all. As universities in Boston went, Northeastern wasn't really all that tough to get into. BU was much more difficult.

But I'm sure Tom was a nice guy all the same. Just not exactly BU material. And I really didn't think much of his purple sweats.

The bus hummed along. Out the window, I watched the tall buildings in New Haven fade away.

Once we got onto the interstate north toward Hartford, Tom fell asleep. With the coconut water still between his legs. I wondered if he would squeeze the box by accident while he was sleeping and icky coconut juice would squirt upward. The whole image of spurting coconut brought another vivid one to my tired and perverted little mind, originating from roughly the same anatomical location.

Through the window, I watched the twilight sky. I loved New England! It was not even a year I'd been back here, but I couldn't imagine I'd ever leave. If you could make it through the crazy cold winter, it was really pretty fucking awesome otherwise.

I leaned back into my seat and took a slow deep breath. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' I thought to myself. Danny Lehman is missing! Where could he be?

Danny and I had known each other since sophomore year in high school.

We'd both made the track team as high school Freshmen back in Apple Valley, Danny and his brother David very easily, me well, not so much. I struggled a bit during a couple of the timed runs but made it by a few seconds. I'll never forget that Danny got the Coach and a few of the upper classmen who were watching us pretty excited by flirting with the school records during his qualifying race around the oval. While Danny came across the line a little short of the record, he impressed everyone and they put him immediately onto the Varsity squad. Meanwhile I fell into the infield grass after squeaking onto the JV team, just above the required standard time. Clutching my aching quads and trying to catch my breath, I remember seeing Danny standing there on the side of the track, one leg in the air in some weird kind of yoga stretch. He had a big smile on his face, and didn't look like he was even sweating. He saw me looking at him and shot me a wink.

What a cocky bastard!

Gradually we became better friends. I improved enough on JV the first two years in high school to finally make Varsity and join Danny and his brother when I became a junior. Just like everyone else, I endured Danny's attitude. He could be a total pompous pain in the ass, but when you got him alone and there was nobody else around, some people might have even thought he was a nice guy. He was nice to me at least. And, easy on the eyes of course, so perhaps I was more willing than others to put up with his bullshit.

During the spring semester of our senior year at Apple Valley, Danny and I were in the heart of track season. If I had any hope of going to State track championships (which I did, of course), I'd have to improve. A lot. As a senior who had apparently improved since my Freshmen days languishing on the JV squad, Coach DiPonzio informed me one day that I would be running the 3200 meters, about 2 miles. It wasn't a distance that Coach let the Freshmen run, too hard for them since their bones were still growing or something. But for me, the 3200 had become my favorite distance. It was rough, and it took great breath control, but I'd been training like crazy for a few years. I was sure I could handle it.

Best of all, Coach let me know that if I kept up the good work and ran well in some of our scrimmage meets, there was also a chance that he would put me into the 4 X 800 meter relay team, definitely the elite event for anybody on Varsity. I'd never run relay, and I desperately wanted to have the honor to represent our school for this particular race. Unfortunately, the 4 X 800 however was a sadistically long sprint that ate you up. You could get hurt if you weren't ready. While I usually hated going full out for two laps, about a half mile, at least it was over quickly. I started staying late after practice to get some extra work in. I reasoned that when I was able to do two full laps around in a flat sprint without throwing up, I'd be ready. Oh, and no breathing allowed while you're out there either, there isn't time.

Coach had been telling me ever since I'd first come onto the team that it was good for me to learn how to sprint. I'd resisted, of course, arguing in my immature ninth and tenth grader way that sprinting was for guys with much bigger legs than me. Sprinting was not what I did, I was way too scrawny. Sprinting was for guys with tree trunk legs, and I was not one of those. Even more, I wasn't sure about starting from a crouch, I had no idea exactly how to put my hands on the track behind the starting line.

My whining got me no place. Of course, Coach listened patiently to my arguments and then turned around and had me running sprints like about ten minutes later. He personally supervised a tutorial in the best way to set your fingers behind the line. Sounds dumb, I suppose, but eventually it worked. By the time I'd moved along and become a senior, all that sprinting had been paying off. God forbid, I was getting stronger and I was becoming a sprinter. And while my head took a long time to get caught up with my thighs and my feet, I got better despite myself. The sprinting was even helping my kick in the precious 3200, my primary race. So I suffered silently and slogged on.

That is why they call them coaches, I guess. Danny was a natural. Coach was always pointing out some technical thing that he did that we were all supposed to try and imitate. Most times, I just rolled my eyes and paid no attention as Coach used Danny as an example. Once in a while, during a weak moment, I'd bend and give the new suggestion a whirl. Danny always noticed and he always commented.

"Arms closer to your hips, amigo," Danny scolded me one afternoon, as he blazed past me on the track.

I looked up to see Danny in perfect form, his arms practically pinned to his torso as he pumped along on the soft oval.

"Bite me Danny," I yelled back.

He laughed. Later that afternoon while we were showering, Danny caught me not looking and playfully bit me about six inches below my belly button, dangerously close to my cock. I had a red mark for three days.

Happily, I finally did make the relay team. I worked even harder in practice now since it was not just me out there during a race; now I had three other teammates who I was determined not to let down.

All the same, the 800 meter distance was killing me slowly from within. I wasn't so sure I would survive too long; pretty much every single meet where I'd needed to go full throttle for 800 meters in along with my Apple Valley relay buddies, I'd need to find some quiet spot and blow chow soon after. Vomiting became a part of my daily routine. Warm up. Stretch. Run. Barf. Cool down. Stretch.

It was not long before everyone noticed that I was barking at the ants on a regular basis during practice.

Soon I had a nickname: "Chuck." Sort of a twist on 'upchuck' I suppose. But I deserved it. At least they were not calling me "Ralph" or "Earl" or "Technicolor Yawn."

So I continued my struggle with the 800. But I loved the 3200. Every day I felt myself getting stronger. Every day I loved the feel of the wind against my skin, the fine layer of sweat cooling me as I circled again and again. The faster I ran, the more I'd sweat. The more I'd sweat, the more I'd feel the wind. Running the 3200 felt like a happy cycle, and I could do it for hours.

With no puking.

So every day after classes were over, I jogged over to the locker room to get dressed in my AVHS track gear. And every day I ran my ass off. And ran, and ran, and ran. By the time the scrimmage meets were over and the real meets were starting, my time was down by like 9 seconds since I'd started running the 3200 at the beginning of the season.

Danny and his brother David were having even greater success with their events.

The three of us became even closer friends. In addition to running, Danny and I clearly shared an unspoken attraction to members of the same sex. David was sort of a hold-out when it came to sex, but I had a feeling that he'd come around to me and Danny's side of the fence in time.

In addition to all the time we spent running on the track, running longer distances along the streets of Apple Valley, and-sadly-even up and down the grandstands of our football stadium, Coach made us lift weights. Three times a week at least.

Fuck!

Lifting was tough for me, I didn't seem to be blessed with one of those mega-muscled power-lifter bodies. I was definitely more Andy Roddick, less Tim Tebow. All the same, I did what I could at the gym. It helped, of course, to be surrounded by so many jacked up athletes, all wearing muscle tees and all glistening with sweat.

As much as I could, I'd run with the Leeman twins. They were great for me, since both ran better than I did. It pushed me a lot just to keep up. We got pretty close.

There's not a whole lot to do other than run when you're out on a ten-miler, so we'd talk of course. About pretty much everything. Danny favored sex. Which was okay with me. David favored college applications. Which was okay with me too.

It was an amazing time in my life. Running through the streets of Apple Valley and out into the high desert country. Just putting one foot in front of the other. Talking about whatever came to mind. Running made me happy, and I was even happier to do it with such great friends.

Even though Danny and David were identical twins, I could tell them apart from either in front, usually the hair. Or also from behind, Danny had a tighter butt while David's was a little softer. It was subtle thing, being able to distinguish the asses of twins, but I was up for the challenge. In fact, I was becoming quite an expert on the backsides of boys.

If I couldn't quite figure it out physically, I could, of course, just wait for Danny to open his mouth. He had this distinctive way of speaking that was totally different from David. If a John Wayne, ride-em-cowboy swagger came out of either of their lips, that was Danny all the way. David's voice sounded very much like Danny's, but he was always much softer, calmer, less dramatic. David generally spoke only when spoken to, and he stayed far away from all of the Danny-style bravado.

Out on the track, the Leeman brothers were both a lot faster than me. They both primarily ran because the 1600, or sometimes the mile. Danny already had the school record in both. My main distance race-the 3200-was twice as long. To do well, well actually just to survive, my pace was always just a little bit slower.

I will never forget one particular week at track practice with Danny and David. It was a Monday. Weirdly enough, the Friday night before, I'd had a surprise masturbation extravaganza over at my best friend Will's house. Now, just a couple days later and freed of the weight of all that sperm, I was feeling really, really fast. I was ready to run, and maybe even take down the twins!

Most days, I struggled to keep up with the Leemans on the track. But, today I was on fire. Today, they followed me. Our track was synthetic rubber, but if we'd been out there in the real world, they'd be eating my dust!

After me and my friends blazed through about 5 miles at nearly race-day speed, I pulled away. I could see them in the periphery as I motored around some turns-I was actually gaining speed!

A few laps later, I thought maybe I'd take a little break so I pulled up near the start line of the track for a stretch. If we were going to go another five, at least at this kind of crazy speed, I wanted my legs fresh.

It took a full thirty seconds before the Leemans caught up with me. They followed me over to grab some water.

"What's the hurry today, TJ?" Danny asked with a mock pout, his hands on his hips.

"Yeah, you're like flying out there bud," David added.

I took a big gulp from my water bottle and shrugged my shoulders. I just felt fast, no other reason. These boys didn't have to hear what I had done over at Will's house last Friday night.

"You know, if you keep up that kind of pace, Coach may think you've found an extra gear deep within that big head of yours. And he might take you off of the 32 and drop you down to the 1600, ace," Danny taunted me. There was said a goofy smile on his face. Both of us knew that the 1600 was the Leeman boys' race, there was no way I'd get asked to do it too.

David laughed.

"Yeah, man, you were killing us out there!" David added his own identical twin smile.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said with a smile.

Both brothers bent over to grab their own water bottles, likely for my enjoyment. So I took full advantage of the opportunity. Tandem, twin butt cheeks, a stereo of Leeman ass!

I felt a gentle stirring somewhere between my thighs. Danny took a long drag from his bottle and looked at me.

"You wanna go another five, amigo?"

I nodded. "One sec," I said. If Danny Leeman wanted to run with me for another few miles, who was I to say no? My legs felt pretty amazing today, what the fuck.

I gave Danny a grin and reached into my shorts to re-arrange things. No matter what my intentions, my dick had it's own agenda and I was powerless to try to get in the way. Danny's eyes followed my hand all the way into my shorts and then all the way back out again. The corners of his lips turned upward.

"Okay then," David chimed in. "Five more, let's roll dudes."

I tightened a shoe lace.

David added, "But leave the pace to us milers. Trust me, we know what we're doing."

I giggled.

"TJ, we don't want to wear you down before the meet later this week. You, young TJ, you just hang back. Stay on our tails. Just watch and learn, grasshopper." Danny smacked me on the ass. We all chuckled.

I'd been on the track team with the Leemans for a few years now, this sort of post-pubescent trash talk happened all the time.

Now that we were all 18 and headed off to college in the fall, I had already told everybody-including Coach-that I would probably be leaving track and field to concentrate on school. On the other hand, the Leemans were committed to be on their college track team. They were hooked. Lifers, probably. Both of them already had a free ride athletic scholarship to the University of Oregon, the Ducks!

The Leemans were going to be Ducks, Freshmen Ducks for the time being, but Ducks all the same. At least until they got up there and were able to prove themselves worthy of the Varsity squad. All the same, Oregon had for a long time been one of the premier track programs in the whole country. But the Leemans were that good, as far as I was concerned, they'd make Varsity up there for sure. No doubt about it.

I had long ago come to the realization that no university would think much of my running talents. Certainly not worthy of paying for my college education.

When we got going again I did as I'd been told. I hung back in my usual position behind the twins.

As juniors, they had taken 4th and 5th in our State championships last year. I had sat in the stands cheering them on. This year as seniors, Coach DiPonzio was talking about either one of them actually winning it all at our State High School Championships. That would be an amazing accomplishment for our school. Personally, I thought Danny had the best shot, but David could certainly surprise me. I favored Danny to win. Danny was uber-talented of course, but he also worked hard and really put in his time. Danny may have been a cocky little dude-and a major pain in my butt-but he knew what he needed to do to get the job done during our meets. He was fast, and never let any of us forget it.

On the other hand, I'd be happy if David Leeman won State too. While David was certainly no Danny, he could sometimes surprise me us all. I recalled a few track meets during our Junior season when David was running very well. Every time he went out, he seemed to find a second wind and kick it into a higher gear on the fourth lap of his races.

Today, as the Leeman twins ran off down the track in front of me, I gobbled all the air I could and held on tight. I was sweating a bit, but my legs still felt pretty good, despite the fast five we'd done before our break. So I settled back and focused my eyes on Danny's backside.

After two quick laps, Danny began to stretch out his stride, putting some distance between himself and his brother David-it was pretty effortless for him. We kept circling the track. Whenever David would get a little too close, Danny would accelerate so that he could stay in front. Together they set a pretty wicked pace, so I just happily stayed tucked in right behind them.

They were making me better, and I was happy to be dragged along by their pace.

Four or five laps into this second five-miler, Danny was in front and he looked back to check on me. At this point, I was completely drenched in sweat, my arms pumping. The twins were roughly 10 meters ahead of me.

"You good, TJ?" Danny yelled back at me.

I watched his pace with envy, his upper body relaxed, his lower body an efficient machine. Was he even sweating at all? Talking right now was out of the question for me, this was a race day pace and there was no way I could run this fast and breathe this fast and also talk.

I gave Danny a thumbs-up signal and he smiled. He was apparently satisfied that I wasn't gonna have a heart attack trying to keep up with them at this torrid clip.

Without losing a step, Danny placed both hands on his ass and spread his cheeks wide, just for my benefit. David groaned and tried to swat a hand toward the center of his brother's rear but caught only air. Danny ran just a little bit faster, out of reach.

The three of us zoomed past some of the juniors and sophomores who also out for their practice runs. When they realized the blazing pace that we were setting, they whistled and hooted at us. Back when I was a lowerclassman, I looked up at the older boys and hoped to be able to run like them. Now I was one of those older boys. It felt good to pass the young guys. Kind of like they were standing still!

Coach DiPonzio was watching us from the grass on the side of the track. Every once in a while, he'd yell something at us, most of which we didn't hear. When we'd be on the side of the track closest to where he was standing, he would say something about relaxing our arms or keeping our backs straight. Mostly though, even Coach seemed to be enjoying the show the three of us were putting on. He just kept quiet and watched us run.

All of use liked Coach. The Leeman boys were such amazing natural athletes. They didn't need much coaching. I didn't share their natural talent, but I was a grinder, and I think Coach liked that about me. He could be tough, but he treated us all fairly. Today, as I ran my heart out trying to stay close to the Leemans, I didn't really need any coaching.

After three full miles at high speed, Danny finally slowed a bit. I watched David's face relax and gulp a little air. We all fell back into a slightly slower clip. I was smiling. Surprisingly I was fine. My legs felt nice and loose and my chest wasn't heaving. If that was the best that the twins had to offer, I told myself that I might finally be up in their league. It had been really cool to stay up with them for such a fast three.

In the locker room after practice, I jumped in the shower, eager to cool down. The twins quickly joined me. When they were naked, they were much harder for me to tell apart than when they were fully clothed.

"You got any shampoo?" one of them asked me from the stall next to mine.

"Um, yeah, sure," I said. I had no idea which one had asked, but I handed my bottle over the wall.

"Thanks," it sounded like Danny but, well, I really wasn't sure.

"Hey TJ, Danny and I are going to check out a meet in the city this weekend, do you want to come along?" Oh, so it was David. Shit.

Did that voice come from my right or my left?

"Uh sure, I guess. I mean, well, what day?"

"Saturday," the two of them said in unison.

"Sure, I'm around," I said.

"Great," one of them said, "we need to leave around 7:30 to 8 on Saturday morning, it's like at least an hour drive. Danny and I want to see the early heats for the milers."

"Okay," I said. "Do you want me to come by your house? How about I get there around 7? Will that work?"

I stood with my back to the water and let it run down my neck and pool in the crack of my ass. I folded my arms and inhaled deeply. I looked up to see a nude Leeman twin with soapy water dripping down his forehead. He handed me back my shampoo bottle.

"Here, thanks," he said.

David probably.

"Sure, so 7 then?" I looked at the thin carved body in front of me. He was completely hairless from his neck to the middle of his quads. I sucked a little shower water into my mouth and squirted it out playfully in his direction.

The soaped up Leeman was looking right back at me with a funny grin on his face.

Even though nearly every part of my body was totally spent from our run, one part of me was not yet tired. My dick. It had been brought along for the ride and had been tucked tightly into my shorts. No stress at all! So, of course, right on cue, my dick shifted into it's own higher gear, easily growing a little with a naked Leeman twin standing right in front of me.

David's or Danny's eyes went right to it, his Leeman grin got wider.

"Why don't you just sleep over Friday?" which Leeman it was asked me. "That way we can get an early start for the meet."

Meet, or meat?

I pretended to look disinterested and squirted a little soap into my hands. I rubbed the soap on my legs, taking pains to steer clear of Mr. Happy.

"Um, well, I guess I could stay over, you know, if it's okay with your folks," I said.

He was still standing in front of me.

I looked up to examine his body more closely. If I could only sear the image of this particular naked Leeman permanently into my memory bank, then well, maybe I wouldn't miss them so much next year when they were in college in Oregon and went to I-don't-know-where-yet university.

Not knowing which Leeman boy stood before caused a little confusion, but I was sure somehow I'd sort it out later.

"No problem, they'll be cool with you staying over. They like you TJ." the unknown twin said.

Good, I guess. I had absolutely no recollection of meeting them, but then I met a lot of my friends' parents over the years. I wondered if the Leemans had an older brother...

I nodded okay and smiled a sort of half-interested acknowledgement then busied myself again with the lathering up of my legs. When I looked up again, he was still standing there. It had to be Danny, there's no way David would...

Well, whomever it was put both hands on the top of his ass and arched backward into a sort of extension stretch of his abdominal muscles. The curve of his body in a backward C meant that his dick was at the leading edge of the curve. When he stretched so much that his face fell below the horizon created by his chest, the coast was clear for me. I got a very nice chance to be 'up close and personal' with a real live Leeman twin cock!

Hmm, pretty average I'd say. His balls on the other hand were floppy and hung low.

With David-or was it Danny-bent over backwards like this, I got my second important lesson of the day from the Leemans.

Which, I guess, was exactly the point of this whole charade of stretching backward in front of me anyway. A moment later, I was still learning all I could when the other twin joined his brother standing naked in front of my shower stall.

Now we had a quorum and a vote could be held.

"No it'll be fun. We could even do a movie or something Friday and then take off early Saturday. It'll be a blast! Danny and I love college meets!" said the newly arrived Leeman. Ah, David. So it had been Danny who was displaying himself to me.

"I love college meat," Danny added with a grin. I laughed.

During the micro-second or so before any kind of speaking response was required from me, I quickly studied David's dick. It was pretty similar to Danny's though it made funny little right as you traveled down the shaft and just before you got to the end. I wondered what that might feel like inside my butt.

Absently, David's hand gave his dick a little flip. I watched it swing. Like a penis pendulum.

Okay, now I had a new way to tell them apart! Yay!

Danny half-stretched backward again, not quite into the backward C like before. Then he stood up straight and sighed.

"So is it a deal?" he asked. There was a funny smile on his face, the kind you make just before you blow out the candles on your birthday cake. Or before you devour it.

I looked down to at my own dick for a quick status check.

Uh oh. It had taken things into its own hands and lengthened considerably in response to the crowd of naked 18 year olds in front of my shower stall.

Oh well. What was a boy to do? I closed my eyes but made no attempt to cover up my dick with my hands.

"Sure," I said, trying to get back into the conversation with the Leemans. I knew that my weenie was putting on it's own show for the twins. Danny's eyes moved to my crotch. David was polite and kept his gaze above the waist.

But my penis liked the attention and knew the drill. It was now pretty much semi-hard.

My brain took over and I turned my body slightly away from Danny's stare. If Danny, or either one of them wanted to watch my cock's now-inevitable march toward a full erection, they were going to have to reposition themselves a little. To work for it.

My dick knew it's business.

Proper shower room etiquette would say that when this sort of thing was happening to somebody near you, you politely turned away. So David did. He clearly had good breeding. David grabbed his towel and moved off to the side drying off, his eyes one something else very interesting elsewhere in the locker room. Danny, on the other hand, was just Danny-he had no sense of these unspoken shower room rules. He stayed put, clearly enjoying the spectacle of watching his teammate TJ get hard right before his eyes.

I breathed in and out, hoping that some nice fresh shower room air would make my dick go down. It did not.

Danny stretched again.

Maybe this was a normal post-washing ritual for him, but I doubt it. While he stretched one last time, I checked out his dick again to see if he was getting hard too.

Nope. Just me.

With Danny bent over backward again, I finally lost interest and decided I was done. I turned off my water. Then I turned around and backed out of my stall to grab my own towel. As I did, I accidentally stepped on Danny's foot.

"Oops sorry," I said. My dick was practically totally erect now, so I awkwardly tried to put my towel in between the two of us.

The physical contact between Danny and I caused him to end his stretch. As he stood up again, Danny's eyes bore into me. Danny was rewarded with a good close-up of my dick in it's absolute happiest stage. His eyes widened and he grinned again.

I avoided meeting his gaze as I wrapped the towel around my waist. I tucked it in at the front since anything else would have it all the more obvious what was going on with my cock.

"It happens," he said matter-of-factly.

Then, just like his brother, Danny gave his own cock an absent flip with one hand. Maybe it was a twin thing. Danny's dick swung, pendulum-like, as he rubbed the towel behind his upper back. My mind made a mental movie and I felt a tiny bit of saliva collect at the corner of my mouth.

 

[Craiger]

How great to revisit Apple Valley High days and the beginning of the triumvirate. Danny could always get TJ excited and poor David would blush. But his missing is a mystery and needs to be solved. It would be hard for me to return home not knowing where he was.

Seeing that the bus ride is still on the road to Boston, I wonder if Tom may awaken, in more ways than one....... Thanks, Spike.

Craiger

 

[Kyanimal]

OMG! Spike! It's been WAY Too Long, Buddy!

It's awesome to have TJ back! However, I'm also quite concerned about Danny's whereabouts, and well being!

Eagerly awaiting for More!

Of course ... No Matter What ...

Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[2008spike]

That Friday night following my shower encounter with Leemans, I threw a few things into a backpack, kissed my mom (well, mostly she kissed me), and hopped on my bike to head over to the Danny and David. My legs still ached from a crazy week of training, but it felt good to be pedaling for a change and not running.

When I got to the their house, I leaned my bike against a side wall and knocked on the door. Danny opened the door after about half a second. He had on a loose pair of jeans and a skimpy white ribbed tank top. He was barefoot and his dark hair was messed up. Looked like he'd just taken a nap or something.

"Hi TJ," he said.

"Hi, hope I'm not too early."

"No, don't worry," he yawned. He lifted his shirt as he scratched his chest. "I guess I just fell asleep after school."

Oh.

"That's what I should've done," I said. "I worked on some stuff for my Biology class."

A confused look crossed his face. "I mean, you know, since we've gotta get up early tomorrow to get to the meet and all," I added.

"Oh," he said, yawning again. "Yeah, a nap is always good. I've been pretty wiped out this week. These fast runs really take their toll. There's no way I was doing any homework this afternoon!"

He opened the door wider and let me pass. I inhaled as our bodies brushed each other. He smelled like orange soda.

I laughed. "You? Tired from running!? I don't believe it!"

Danny and I both sat down heavily on this massive, over-stuffed couch in their den. Pretty comfortable. I'd never been inside this part of the Leeman house before, I think maybe just the front hall and that was probably it. The inside of the house was much larger than the Tachet homestead. And the furniture was huge and soft!

Without thinking I put my feet up on the coffee table and let myself relax. Danny took my cue and put his own feet up on the table. He wiggled himself around until he had gotten his feet to about two inches away from mine.

"Is it okay?" I asked, suddenly conscious of the fact that I should have asked first. I nodded at my shoes and lifted them up into the air, off of the table.

He smiled. "Nope," he teased.

I blushed.

"Take your shoes off. The Leemans run a shoe-free house."

I looked at him skeptically. "Really?" But he just nodded so I flipped off my shoes and put my feet back on the table. Danny put his arms behind his head and seemed to study my feet.

"Socks too," he said.

"Really?" I asked, stupidly.

"Socks too," he confirmed. With that he reached over and grabbed my ankles and then pulled my socks off. He threw them both across the room onto the rug and then put his own feet back up on the table. This time his feet were no more than a quarter inch away from mine. My own feet could feel the heat from his. It sent a shiver that traveled up from my toes and into my groin.

Uh oh. That was pretty much my Ground Zero, penis central station.

"Okay, thank you then, I guess," I said, taking a breath.

Neither one of us said anything else and the silence felt weird. I looked around the room.

"Where's David?" I asked.

Danny paused before answering, he had an exasperated look on his face.

"TJ, I am David. Why do you keep doing that?"

"Uh, I'm sorry..."

"Danny's upstairs," he said.

I was horrified. How could I make such a stupid mistake? Again!

"David, I'm really sorry," I said. "Shit! You guys are just too much alike!"

"This stuff happens, you're not the first." David said and let his feet touch mine.

Penis central station immediately noticed that my bare feet were in contact with the bare feet of another 18 year old boy. In an instant, the message was relayed to my brain. An erection wouldn't be long now. Did every kid my age have a sex drive like mine? Fuck!

The situation with Danny leering at me in the shower was still on my mind. David hadn't been quite so interested in me naked, but why was he touching my feet? This was a whole lot for me to process all at once. The situation was quickly becoming complicated. Here I was, supposed to just have stopped over for an innocent overnight before our road trip to a college track meet tomorrow morning. I was not here to fuck around with a Leeman twin.

Or was I? Hmm. Who was it that had asked me anyway?

Danny.

As casually as possible, I moved my feet a few inches away from David's feet.

I was wearing a pair of track pants from school and I knew from experience that if I got a hard-on there would be no hiding it. Whenever this happened in school with my track pants, the whole school would find out immediately unless I had some books to carry as a shield. It was really stupid to do that, and it felt awkward holding my books there, but what could I do? Sitting here at the Leemans, I needed to shut down the possibility of a boner right away!

And how exactly was I going to do that? With David in a muscle tee right beside me, playing a little footsie?

I was a goner. David lifted his shirt again and gently rubbed at a nipple.

"So, there are a few cool movies over at the mall around eight o'clock. That sound okay?" He asked.

"Um, yeah, sure," I said. "Whatever. I'm easy, I haven't seen much anyway."

David smiled. His teeth showed that his parents had paid a lot of money at some point in the past to have them straightened.

"Uh huh, I've heard you're easy, really fucking easy," he goaded me.

I gently kicked David's feet with my closest one.

"Fuck you David," I said with a smile, "you don't know anything. Whatever you have heard is not..." my voice trailed off. Why did everybody always think I was such a little slut?

"Not true...." David mocked me. "Come on, we both know otherwise. Both of us laughed.

David kicked me back lightly. Then he let the heel of his foot dangle above my toes.

I held my breath and just watched to see what he might do next. After a moment, he let his foot slide between the first two toes of my right foot. He kept it there. I watched quietly as he did this. I did nothing to stop him.

I looked at David's face.

Oh my god! It's Danny, not David. He's been playing with me.. It was Danny at the door. Danny on the couch. And Danny who was right now teasing me with his foot. Only Danny would fuck with me like this, not David. Only Danny would actually claim he was David, never the other way around.

"You're Danny," I said. "I know you're Danny. You fuck," I said playfully.

Danny leaned toward me conspiratorially, his hot breath was on my face, his lips were inches from mine. Our feet became unhinged from each other.

"You're right TJ," he said in a whisper.

He didn't move away after speaking, but I didn't back away myself.

I exhaled into his mouth and he smiled, easing backward to the back of the couch.

"Why are you messing around with me?" I asked.

Did he do this all the time? With other people at school too?

"Hmm," Danny said with a finger to his upper lip. "Messing around. There's an idea." He looked up at the ceiling as if he had come up with a novel idea for the first time. Then he smiled again, this time even more broadly.

"Danny!"

The unmistakable sound of a toilet flushing upstairs interrupted the conversation. Oh yeah, the other twin. That's where he was. Danny nodded toward the staircase.

"David?" I asked, my voice in a whisper.

"Um hmm," Danny said, raising his eyebrows. "That would be my lazy ass brother, David."

"Lazy ass? Come on! Not David. He's about as far from being a lazy ass as they come," I protested.

Danny just smiled and rubbed his toes against the side of my foot. "You have no idea," he said, and I giggled.

I thought that it was about time to change the subject.

"So which one of you lazy asses is going to win State this year?" I asked, no longer whispering.

"Which one of us do you think is going to win State?" he asked me back, with a smug look on his face. He was daring me to say that I thought it would be David. Which I didn't of course, I was pretty sure that if anybody was capable of winning our state high school championship, it was going to be Danny. Still, I had no intention of telling Danny that.

"Well, let's see, if you're Danny, then I'm gonna say Danny. If you're David, then maybe it's David."

"TJ, I'm Danny. I thought we just went over this."

"Yes, I know. You did say that, but I'm not ready to commit yet."

"And I'm the one who is going to win State," he said confidently.

"Okay, you're the one," I said, agreeably.

"Even David can tell you that."

"Okay, maybe I'll just ask him."

Danny nodded his agreement, and then he looked toward the stairs to see if his twin was coming down yet. Seeing that he was not, Danny rubbed my foot again with his.

I was a guest of Danny and David's tonight. I thought maybe I should give him something, just being a polite house guest.

"I mean, you are pretty damn fast," I added.

We both knew it; it was something that didn't need to be said. My sore legs from track practice this week were the proof. Danny set a blistering pace that I could barely keep up with.

"Um hmm. Yes I am fast," Danny said, putting his heel back between my toes again. This time I opened them so that he would fit right in easily.

I stared at our feet. Mine were shorter than his and a little wider. My toes were kind of stubby. I wore a 9 and usually had to search for a shoe that was on the wider side. If I couldn't find wides, I felt like I was scrunched inside and feet were sore when I took them off later.

But, on the other hand, my fat little feet definitely did the trick on the track. They were good runner's feet I told myself. My parents always reminded me that my feet would make very good paddles if ever I wanted to go into swimming. Which I didn't, though the whole Speedo thing was kind of intriguing.

Danny's feet were surprisingly identical in lay-out to mine, maybe a little narrower, but probably also a 9. His toenails were clipped short. Like most runners, he had a couple dark ones, this weird thing that sometimes happened to all of us after really long runs.

Danny noticed that I seemed to be concentrating on our feet. He crinkled his toes in response, and moved his heel up and down between my big toe and the one next to it. I looked over at him; he had shifted his eyes wasn't looking at our feet anymore, he had been watching my face.

Somehow, the roughness of Danny's foot on mine felt pretty good. Even though it had been touching me for a while, I could still feel electrical shocks start in my toes and travel all the way up my legs. All of the electricity ended up in penis central station, of course. I felt the heat from my dick, it was rubbing along the fabric of my underwear.

"So you think I'm fast, huh amigo? You ain't seen nothing yet!"

"Um, okay," I said with a gulp. I had a rough idea where this was headed.

"Fast! You have no fucking idea!"

Here we go. Danny kept his eyes glued to my face. My cock was getting hard for sure this time. I looked away, trying to think about something else.

We both heard David's feet as he clomped down the stairs.

"Who's fast?" he asked, laughing. "Come on, boys! Are you guys talking about me again?"

Danny lifted his heel out of the socket between my toes and placed it gently on the coffee table. He left his foot a few inches away from mine.

When David finally got downstairs after getting ready for whatever it was we were doing tonight, I could see what all the fuss had been about. He looked fucking hot! While Danny was the messy twin, David was definitely not, and for tonight, he was totally put together. David had on jeans like his brother, David's fit him snugly through the waist and had a sort of European hug around his groin. He wore a white belt and a light purple Polo shirt. His hair was gelled up into a sort of half-way Mohawk-not usually my thing, but David pulled it off. He looked amazing.

Danny stretched out his toes and rubbed the bottom of my foot. The move caught me by surprise and I quickly pulled my foot away.

I looked down at David's feet. I couldn't see much though. He had on some dark socks and was carrying his shoes in his hand. I tried to figure out the size. Hmm, probably a 9 as well. They were twins, after all.

"Me," I said, finally answering David's question after a long pause. "I'm the fast one."

Danny made a sound that sounded like a hiss.

"Come on, you guys! I am fast, well maybe not compared to the two of you, but you know...at least for the 3200, I get up there toward the front when we race."

Another hiss, this time from both Leeman boys.

"But you guys wouldn't know shit about that, of course" I said. "I mean, since you only run the short distances."

Danny pretended to pout. "A mile is it?" I asked. "How cute!"

David picked up my socks off the floor and threw them at me. Danny laughed and they fell harmlessly on my chest.

"Well, yes, you do run the 3200 faster than us. But in the 1600 or the mile, or whatever, we wipe the track with your ass," David said.

I had to give them that.

While the conversation waned and the room became quiet, it seemed like the right time to focus my attention on me and Danny's feet. As the silence dragged on, I scrunched up my toes. Danny watched me do it and then he did the same thing.

Somehow, in a weird sort of way, this whole foot thing was completely turning me on.

Knowing exactly what this all meant to TJ Junior, I picked up a throw pillow as a precaution and placed it expertly over the crotch of my pants, they already felt a little bit tighter, if that was even possible for track pants.

"So, are we going to catch a movie or not?" David asked, breaking through the quiet.

He sat down on the couch beside his brother and began to put on his shoes.

Danny waved him off. "We've got time, TJ and I were just talking about our chances at State later this season."

This was a common conversation in the locker room after practice. Since any conversation about running was safe ground for me, there was even the chance that I wouldn't get a hard-on. Happily, the three of us launched into a lengthy discussion about our team at Apple Valley, particularly some of the younger guys who were aching to get off of JV and run Varsity. As the talk turned an more serious corner, Danny checked in and even stopped playing footie with me. At one point, I asked the Leemans whether they thought any of the lower class boys would be challenging me as number one for the 3200.

"Well, there's that girl on the JV team. I think she's about 12," Danny said. He could never resist the chance to tease me. To soften the blow, he playfully dug his big toe into the sole of my foot.

David, on the other hand, was all business. He thought more seriously about my question.

"I mean, there are 4 or 5 of you can run the 3200, right? You're the senior. You went to State last year?"

"I went to City," I corrected him. "State was not an option for me, I didn't qualify."

"Okay, well that's good. You went to City last year. You'll probably do that again this year, right?"

"Um right," I said, "I guess."

"Still," David offered, placing his hand on his chin. "Seems to me you've got a leg up on the other guys. You're experienced, seasoned. There's no way Coach pulls you off of the number one spot."

"I guess," I said again.

"So if you stick with us and you work your ass off and don't fuck around when you should be running, then you'll go to City again. And then you'll go on to State."

I smiled, it all sounded so simple. "That's it then, just run?" I asked, pretending to be horrified.

The two Leeman boys nodded in unison.

"Run with us every day. Fuck Coach. He's a great guy, but for us seniors, he has nothing more to offer us."

I pursed my lips and nodded. David was probably right.

"Listen," David said, leaning toward me. "Just watch the guys from all the universities tomorrow. We've got some books up in our room on some of the science behind running. They can be a little dry, but there's some good stuff in there too. Danny and I read ages ago. We'll help you, you know. And then we'll all go together. To State."

I sighed. Fucking State. Making my state high school championships as a senior would be incredible. Man, I really wanted to go!

"We'll do it together!"

"Yeah, it'll be fun, amigo" Danny added, curling the tips of his toes so that they could touch the the tips of mine.

I smiled. Then Danny lowered his voice, trying to imitate Yoda from Star Wars.

"We have the technology, we can re-build you!" It came out more like Mickey Mouse struggling through puberty than Yoda, but he made his point.

I giggled.

David socked Danny in the shoulder. "You're an idiot," he said to his brother.

At the movies, we all wore shoes and socks. Danny and I truly didn't care which movie we saw, so David picked. He had chosen an action movie with a whole lot of karate or kung Fu or something. I was a little bit into it, particularly the scenes where nobody seemed to have a shirt on. But I didn't know too much about marshall arts, so I'm not sure I totally understood everything I was watching. Even though they were always competing with one other somehow, still the Leeman boys sat side-by-side inside the darkened theater. Probably just from habit, I guessed..

I had managed to get myself seated on Danny's side. I think. I was pretty sure that Danny was sitting next to me, but I wasn't going to take any chances-it was certainly possible that he would fuck with me again and switch with his brother when I went out to get some popcorn.

D

During one particularly long and bloody scene where the lead actor (some Korean guy who I had seen before I think) was karate chopping the hell out of somebody, I must have groaned from how ridiculous it all seemed. Danny (or whoever he was) must have heard me make a funny sound and patted my thigh a couple of times as if to say, 'don't worry, I think it's pretty silly too.' But, of course, since it was just Danny being Danny, his outstretched fingers were surprisingly close to my balls. And after the little friendly pat was over, he left his hand there gently resting on my thigh.

I snuck a peek at his face, but he seemed to be absorbed in the show and didn't return the look. But his hand never moved.

After a few minutes, my leg was beginning to feel warm under Danny's hand. I sort of wanted him to move it away, but I sort of didn't. To shake things up, I put my hand on his and there we remained for a while. When the karate chop fight on the movie screen was finally over, the hero stole a quiet moment away from the action. He found his female love interest and grabbed her hand as they walked along a dirt path surrounded by flowers. Danny flipped his hand over the other way and clasped my fingers.

I was actually holding hands in a dark movie theater with a guy in my high school! On my track team!

Danny's hand was warm and dry. Mine felt cold, probably wet with perspiration too. But I didn't move a muscle. I was liking it.

"You want some popcorn?" I whispered to Danny, pulling my fingers away from his. My hand had started to cramp up a little was and I was worried that it was sweating too much.

"Sure," he said happily.

I reached down onto the seat beside me and picked up the rest of the popcorn I'd bought. As I handed it to Danny.

As Danny pulled his arm back that was holding the bag of popcorn, instead of going in a straight line, he swept his forearm down my leg toward my knee, making contact with as much of my upper leg as was humanly possible.

Back at Penis Central, my track pants tented upward immediately. Fuck.

Danny had a goofy smile on his face as he continued to watch the movie and he ate a little popcorn. When he was done, he handed the bag back to me without actually turning his head away from the movie. The awkward angle caused some of the popcorn to fall onto my lap.

Accidentally, on purpose. I'm sure.

"Oops," he said grinning from ear to ear, clearly proud he'd been able to pull that off without even looking at me.

"Danny!" I said in a loud whisper.

"I'm really sorry," he said, pretending to be really sorry. "Here, let me..."

With that, he quickly dug his hand between my legs very close to my nuts. The smooth fabric of my track pants allowed Danny's fingers to glide easily between my thighs and he fished out the popcorn pieces that had fallen down there. I had been too surprised by the speed of his hand to do much about it. But when he reached in again in search of more popcorn, I was ready.

But when I tried to grab his wrist to keep it out of my lap, it was too late. He had turned his fingers the other way around and he got a great feel of exactly what he wanted to feel. Danny pretty much got a completely unobstructed feel of my entire dick and balls.

I tensed and tried to squirm away but we were in a very quiet room so I couldn't really object out loud. Somewhere out there, a karate movie was playing.

"Here you go," he said, his palm open and handing me the popcorn that had fallen in his open palm.

Was I supposed to eat it?

So I did eat the popcorn. It was still a little bit warm. I don't remember how the movie ended, but I remember the pre-cum in my underwear making it difficult to walk outside to the car.

 

[rickbell19]

GREAT story! Cant wait to read more!

 

[Craiger]

I love Danny's shenanigans. He knows the ins and outs of teasing and getting what he wants.... Of course TJ "subconsciously" knows as well and delights in the game. Poor David sits on the other side engrossed in the martial arts on the screen. But, he isn't all that naive either. Great chapter, bringing us more in-depth workings of the Apple Valley boys. Thanks, Spike.

Craiger

 

[Kyanimal]

^ Craiger has summed it up quite well.

This is a very enjoyable prequel since, from your other stories, we know quite well what both Lehmans are capable of.

As usual ... MORE, Please!

Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[2008spike]

Back at school in Boston on Monday, it wasn't easy to concentrate on my classes. Danny's disappearance after the track meet in New Haven was still taking up most of the space in my head.

Danny's brother David had reached me in my dorm room pretty late last night after we got back from New Haven. For obvious reasons, he was pretty freaked out and was going to fly in from the West Coast right away. David and I cried a little as I recounted what I knew to him. The same story I'd given to the New Haven police a few times yesterday. In the end I didn't have anything terribly helpful to add. David sounded absolutely miserable. We hung up and I fell into restless sleep.

Instead of grabbing my usual Subway sandwich from a shop on Comm Ave, I hopped on the T and headed over to Central Square to have a late lunch off campus with a friend of mine who went to MIT. Max was one of the funniest guys I'd ever met and I thought hanging out with him might cheer me up. Just like on the bus ride back to town last night, I didn't really want to talk about what happened to Danny, so I had no intention of telling Max about Danny either. The less I talked about it, the better off I'd be I thought.

We met over the bridge in Cambridge since Max didn't have too much time between classes. There was an Indian place on Mass Ave in pretty close to the red line stop in Central Square. They had an all-you-can-eat buffet for like $8 if you flashed your MIT student ID.

Max was waiting outside when I walked up. I smiled when I recognized him.

Everything about Max cracked me up. He was mixed race. His parents were from Hong Kong, but Max didn't look Chinese, or at least he didn't look as Chinese as I thought he should.

Max had a grandparent, I think, who was from Bangladesh. And, as a result of one of those situations where the gene pool got mixed a little unevenly, Max had apparently gotten a pretty big share of his grandmother's genes and didn't get too many from the Chinese side of the family. Max's parents originally thought the hospital in Hong Kong had made a mistake when he was presented to them for his initial inspection-he had told me the story of his bewildered parents bursting into tears when they first saw him at least three times-it made me crack up every time!

If I was forced to pick just one place on earth, I would describe Max as somebody from the hills of Nepal. Max was darker-skinned than most Chinese people and he had these amazing tan-colored, very non-Chinese eyes. He wore Harry Potter frames-mostly because he was a huge fan-but the glasses took nothing away from the mystery of his cool eyes.

Max was always going on about Harry Potter being the ultimate fuck-buddy. This totally destroyed one of the most important characters in my own childhood literature history so I refused to allow my mind to go there. Max kept at it all the same.

Once Max's parents got over the initial shock of a Bangladeshi baby, they loved him perhaps a little too much and gave him absolutely everything he ever wanted. Max never felt quite Chinese enough so he insisted that his parents move to America so that Max could fulfill his life-long goals of becoming an astrophysicist and of bedding down Harry Potter. The fact that Harry was fictional and lived in another dimension over in England was no deterrent to Max's clearly stated objectives.

So, when Max was around 10, his doting parents took jobs in the states and moved the family over here so that little Max would be happy. And, but for his goofy Harry Potter glasses, Max had the fashion sense of a late 70's Brooklyn Mafioso--he dressed like a total Guido! Max actually wore vests, the more polyester the better, and some had patterns! My sartorial senses were fairly underdeveloped as an 19 year old college Freshmen, but somehow hanging out with Max always set my brain on red alert!

"Do not wear! Do not wear!"

His odd wardrobe and strange fictional character libido aside, Max was crazy smart. He got into MIT when he was just 16.

His parents wanted him to go to college two years earlier than the rest of his friends, but Max refused. Since his arrival in America had not actually led to a sexual romp with fictional Harry, he had sublimated those desires and had a serious crush on a boy back in high school named Nigel. According to Max, there was no fucking way that no fucking elite engineering university was going to come between the fucking he intended to have with Nigel. In the end, Max got a deferred admission. By the time he agreed to actually leave home and come to Boston, he had realized his sexual fantasies with Nigel, and had apparently found the whole experience not completely to his liking. Max thought that the men in Boston might be just the ticket.

Max signed on to MIT as an astrophysics major, partly because it sounded cool to him, but mostly it would really piss off his folks. His parents were both psychiatrists and would have loved for Max to be one too. But of course, Max wanted to do anything but that. If he could design rocket ships that brought him up to the entrance at Hogwarts, that would be just fine with him. So, for the time being, Max was cruising through his Freshmen year at MIT, taking like a hundred credits of math and physics (by comparison, I had four in Math). Max was getting high marks in everything, of course, but he had no intention of letting his long-suffering parents in on that little secret. He told them he was failing so that they sent him extra funds for tutoring. Which, of course, Max used in other ways typical of most college students. Recently, Max had discovered duck-pin bowling, a local Boston thing, and found that he wasn't too bad at it. He doubted there was yet a professional league for duck-pinners, and Max wanted to be the first to start one. There was also the advantage that a career in duck pin bowling would completely rock his parents' world.

Max and I had come close to fooling around a couple of times, but we never did. I was glad about that, Max had become too good a friend. I wouldn't have wanted our dicks to come between us.

But, on the other hand, he would have been my very first Chinese-Bangladeshi wiener. If that's a thing.

Max and I had met while running along Memorial Drive, a great path over on the Cambridge side of the Charles. On that fateful day, he was going east and I was going west-in truth, I barely noticed the guy, but apparently he noticed me. Just a nanosecond after passing me going in the opposite direction, Max reversed course and ran a bit faster to fall in right beside me. Max's finetly tuned gay-dar had apparently flashed a secret signal to Max that I was on his team.

I was a little surprised to find that I had this little guy hanging on my hip, but Max wasted no time completely charming me. Or at least trying his hardest to charm me.

Within just a couple hundred yards of hooking up, he'd already asked me to go to a skanky bar with him. For some reason, I agreed, I was probably too dazed by Max to find the energy to turn the kid down.

So me and Max went, Max pawing at my clothes the instant he saw me on the street. I had gone back to my dorm room to shower and put on real clothes, but that had taken quite a negotiation with him even to allow me that!

In the dark bar, Max attacked me like he was a piranha.

Somehow, we fumbled awkwardly through one very stupid kiss. Max literally lost his balance and fell to the floor as our lips locked. He came up laughing and I'd managed to convince him that he wasn't getting into my pants anytime soon. And so Max accepted our destiny, at least for the time being, and we'd become friends.

We both loved to run. Max wasn't as fast as I was, but he could run forever. He said he ran mostly to get out of the house and away from his folks when he was in Hong Kong. Now he was hooked. He was all arms and legs and looked like he might knock himself in the head at just about any moment. Max's stride reminded me a Sherpa in Nepal actually tumbling down the mountain, trying to hold onto his gear. Another reason he cracked me up.

"Hello Mr. TJ, sir," Max sang out. "How today is my good friend from Boston?" His arms were waving wildly in the air, his purple vest flapped in the breeze coming off the river.

Despite being like one of the smartest people I'd ever met, Max was consistently putting words into the wrong place in a sentence. He begged me to correct him so that he could just be like everybody else in America. Sometimes I did and sometimes I didn't.

I wrapped my arms around his arms to rein them in, and then gave him a hug, putting both of my palms onto his ears.

"I'm great Max," I lied, forcing the smile. "Nice of you to meet me here, glad you could squeeze me in."

"It is my great pleasure, Mr. TJ," Max said. He led the way into the restaurant.

The Indian restaurant was a little dark, which was probably by design. The food was buffet and could be a little sketchy compared to some places I'd been for Indian. But for $8 what did you expect? This was the type of place where you got your food before you sat down, so Max and I hopped into the line at the tiny buffet. The aromatic intensity of the curry and the tamarind made my eyes water but it also made my stomach ache with hunger. When had I eaten last anyway?

We wedged ourself into little table in the corner. The waitress brought us some water. Max's glass didn't look like it had been washed, but he never noticed. As Max set his plate of food down in front of me, I laughed out loud-he had taken every single onion kulcha that the restaurant had and arranged them into a pyramid on his plate. He had nothing else.

"Max, why? What's with the onion kulcha? That will give you gas," I said.

"Do not ask me such questions, TJ," Max said. "Today I just feel like onion kulcha." He smiled.

"Okay Max, but sometimes you worry me."

Max cocked his head. "If you were so worried about me TJ, you would have..." Max lowered his voice to a whisper. "You would have let me fuck you."

My mouth was full so all I could do was cover my mouth with my napkin and laugh

"You have still not enjoyed my very unique Bangladeshi-Hong Kong style dick."

I laughed and blew samosa all over my napkin. He was a ridiculous little dude, just what I needed today. When I stopped laughing and I could breath normally again, I wiped my face with what was left of my napkin. Seeing that mine was pretty shredded, Max offered me his and simultaneously pointed to a little spot of food I'd apparently missed on the side of my lip.

"But alas, I am forced to masturbate to your picture. That must be very satisfying for me."

I shook my head. What? Doesn't he mean the opposite, satisfying for him? And he has my picture, how did that happen?

"Max, you're a pervert," I said with a huge grin. "That's probably why I like you so much."

"Do not worry TJ. I am grown a man. I understand these things. And if you like me so much, how about we just become fuck-buddies, no attachment required."

"No."

"Please TJ, I promise you will like it," he begged.

"Max!"

"Uh okay, we can just be close friends for now. But you are on notice that I will not hesitate to make my move when the time is right."

"Uh, well, good," I said, wondering just when Max might make his move.

Max and I had a really fun time at lunch. I was absolutely starved so I returned and helped myself to the buffet three times. Max went up just one more time and came back with a half plate of the same. He was such a curious guy. I wondered what it might be like to really have sex with him. I smacked myself in the head just for thinking it, then I grabbed a bite from one of Max's new collection of onion kulcha.

After we parted, I walked back over to Central Square to jump on the T back into Boston. The crowd in this section of Cambridge always confused me. There was a few starving Harvard or MIT students who lived in the area.

Over here, it was way cheaper than Harvard Square, and certainly a huge improvement from the prices across the river in Back Bay. But there was also a substantial number of young, hunky biotech executives who worked here in Central Square.

And then there were the homeless. Loads of 'em. More than any other section of Boston that I'd been to at least. It made for a weird gamish that always left me feeling like an urban pioneer, but also just a tiny bit unsettled.

The T heading back over to Boston was pretty empty, middle of the day I guess. As a result, I got back to campus pretty quick and thought I'd zip up to my room and study a little before my 4 pm Inorganic Chemistry study section.

My roommate Alan was there when I opened the door.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey."

He was lying on his bed naked, face down. Like always. My friends were a pretty wacky group: Max the sex maniac rocket scientist, Alan the nudist wrestler, from Texas. Oy!

Alan's butt cheeks were whiter than the rest of him and made the fluorescent lights above our head into a glare that made me blink. Alan was studying I guess since he had a textbook open. But when my eyes adjusted, I noticed that it was upside down. Typical.

"Where'd you go? I didn't think you had classes on Monday," Alan asked. True to form, he didn't bother to cover up his butt. And true to form, my eyes were glued on it.

"I had lunch with Max. Over in Central Square."

"The Indian Place?"

"Yup."

"Yum!" Alan said, flipping over. "I'm starved, I love that place!" He sat up on the bed, his cock flopping into view. So no my eyes settled on that instead of his butt, just like always.

"I know, I love it too. I ate way too much Sag Paneer. And like twenty pieces of nan. Max ingested a world record in onion kulcha I think," I said.

"Aah, don't even talk about it. I haven't eaten since breakfast," Alan whined. I checked my watch. It was still early afternoon. Well, he was a wrestler, he must need a lot of calories too, I thought to myself.

"I need to get up and find something to eat, but unfortunately I've got a weigh in later. I'm really trying not to eat, but I don't think I can hold out much longer. I've been lying here forever trying to read. But I'm so fucking hungry, I just can't concentrate." Alan was a Freshmen on the BU wrestling team and he always seemed to be on a diet, the weigh-ins to be able to wrestle in a lower group were pretty brutal.

"You trying to make weight?" I laughed, but instantly regretted it.

I felt sorry for the guy. I mean, it's not like he had any body fat anyway. His coach just wanted him to wrestle down a class, that way his strength would overwhelm his lighter opponent. But this made no sense to me. Weren't the other guys from the other team trying to do the exact same thing? For poor, hungry Alan, this madness seemed to happen all the time, and Alan was always starving himself until he was practically in tears. Me on the other hand, I just ate whatever I wanted and then just ran it off, an extra couple of miles were really no big deal. Alan had told me at least a thousand times that this made running not really a sport. Since I could eat anything at all and then just pound the track until it was gone, somehow that disqualified me from being in the athlete club.

"I've got a few granola bars in my back pack, do you want one?" I asked, already knowing how he would respond.

He looked at my backpack longingly, but shook his head no. 'Got four pounds to go."

"By later today or by tomorrow?" I asked.

He just rolled his eyes.

"Fuck, dude," I said.

"Wanna go for a run later, we could do ten miles."

Alan cracked up. "Ten miles? Are you fucking kidding me? I'm so weak I don't even think I could walk down the hall."

"Alan, don't you think this is a little stupid. I mean, if you're starving yourself so much, how are you supposed to have the energy to wrestle this week?"

He shrugged. "I guess," he said.

"Alan, seriously, go get a couple yogurts or something downstairs. I've got some rice cakes you can have too. Eat for crissakes!"

He looked sad. Now I felt bad.

"I can have your rice cakes? You love those."

I did love my rice cakes, it was true. Just the regular salted ones, not the weird apple cinnamon flavored ones. But I was happy to part with a few rice cakes if it would keep my roommate alive. I hated to see the guy suffer, I'd just buy more at the big Shaw's down the street.

Of the two of us, I was always the one buying food. I was always hungry, so I kept stocked. Alan had this crazy idea that he couldn't even keep anything in our room that might tempt him. I went over to my closet and pulled a pack of the mini plain rice cakes down from the shelf. I tossed them over and he caught them.

"Here," I said, "they are mostly just air anyway, well that plus some salt."

"Thanks buddy."

"Don't mention it," I said. "I hate to see you doing this to yourself."

He ripped them open and popped three into his mouth at the same time. He smiled with his mouth closed. "These are so fucking good," he said.

I was happy if he was happy.

Alan and I had not known each other before we got to Boston, we'd both taken our chances with a random roommate assignment, primarily because nobody else from back home was going here. Same for Alan I think.

But since we were both Freshmen and we were both athletes and we were both far from home-me from California, him from Texas-we'd become pretty good friends. And, since it was now spring and we'd been sleeping just a few feet away from each other since last fall, there wasn't a whole lot that we couldn't share with each other. On that first day, Alan had gotten here first. He had already checked in and staked out the best parts of our room by the time I showed up. He was also naked on the floor doing push-ups when I walked into the room for the first time.

Welcome to college, TJ. I had a boner in the first three seconds of my college life.

Alan hated wearing clothes in our room. Back home in Dallas it was always so hot that I guess he just got used to being undressed a lot.

At first I thought it was cool that I had such a cool dorm roommate. It was cool that I had a roommate who felt totally comfortable with himself as a naked human being. And he obviously felt comfortable with me-he didn't need to know the perverted things I yearned to do with his constantly naked body-that Alan felt that he didn't need to cover up when I was around. Of course, since Alan had been wrestling since he was like three years old, he's got a freaking killer body.

So there we were on that first day of college. As we introduced ourselves to each other, he was naked and I was hard.

I managed to work Alan into my jerk-off fantasies pretty quickly, and he's remained a key player in those dramas ever since.

Over time however, as the weeks and months of my Freshmen year dragged on, Alan's nakedness, on occasion, became a bit of a pain. Whenever anyone stopped by the room to see one of us, I was always the one who had to answer the door. Alan had to find and then put on a pair of shorts. Me, courteous little dude that I am, would have to pause before I actually answered the door and look behind me to make sure that he was decent before I actually opened the door! And, of course, since one of us was always nude, we had to keep the heat in the room blasting away; it's pretty freaking cold in Boston, especially during some of those snowy winter months. Since I kept my clothes on, I was always too hot. Alan claimed the temperature was just perfect, but the sweat would be dripping off of me. A few times, I'd gotten so tired of being hot and sweaty that I'd taken off my clothes and joined him.

It was weird, of course, for two guys to be naked together in their room. But since it worked for Alan, and god knows it worked for me, I pretty much kept my mouth shut and just enjoyed myself. In truth, Alan and I had actually discussed the subject of nakedness a few times. I usually brought it up after we'd both been in the room together for a while and I was just getting a little weary of trying not to look at his dick. I wasn't actually complaining, of course. I didn't actually want Alan to stop being naked all the time in our room. But you know, I had always been the chatty sort and I just felt like I had to say something.

When it came to sharing naked roomie time together, not much had changed. I wore my clothes. Alan didn't. Given the time I had to try and ignore Alan in the nude-and generally fail miserably at it-I had gotten to know just about every square inch of Alan's taut little wrestling body. And not much changed in that department either. If anything Alan's muscles had gone into hyper-drive with all the maniacal dieting and daily workouts with the team; his body was stacked more than ever! Of course, I had my favorite parts of Alan's body, and not just the parts dangling between his legs. I liked that little fold just above his hip, where the lateral abdominal muscles made a crease above his leg. I liked that little space on the back of his triceps that seemed like a dent. And I liked the front of his quads when he was flexed at the hip with a straight knee, nothing sexier than a pair of strong upper legs!

You'd think that I'd be sort of in love with the guy by this point. Fortunately, me and Alan had not gone that way for me. He was my buddy. We shared everything with each other about life, school, our respective athletic pursuits, people we'd like to strangle, people we'd like to sleep with, but that was it. Other than the naked stuff, I guessed we had a fairly average first year of college roommate relationship.

I watched with a smile as Alan finished off the bag of rice cakes I let him have. It took less than five minutes.

"Thanks dude," he said. "You saved my life."

I just shook my head. I threw my shoes into the corner and then sunk down deeply into my own bed. I fished out my Chemistry book from my back pack and started to read.

After a while, Alan got up and walked around the room. He stood in front of my closet and opened the door. I watched him peer him, probably looking for my food, probably the rice cakes hadn't quite done it. After Alan had inventoried the contents of my shelf of goodies, he gave me a hopeful look. He wanted something, obviously.

"What?" I asked. "My Kit Kats?" My mom was strangely convinced that this was something I couldn't live without and had sent me a whole case at the beginning of the year. With Alan's help through nearly the entire school year, I was down to my last few bars.

He smiled like the Cheshire Cat and nodded. His mouth formed into a silent word, "Please!"

"Don't you think you should go downstairs and get something healthier than candy bars? Or, if you need something quicker, the yogurts in the machine down the hall are way better for you. Plus they've got bananas and stuff in the common room I think."

He grabbed two Kit Kat bars and held them to his heart. He grinned even bigger.

"Alan, of course you can have them, it's just that. Well, don't you think, I mean..."

He had opened up a Kit Kat and broke off a piece before I had a chance to finish what I was saying. At the same time, he shook his head vigorously.

"I guess you don't think..." I said, my voice trailing off.

"Thank you, thank you," Alan said, his mouth full of chocolate.

I gave him my best look of disappointment.

Alan furrowed his eyebrows, unable to believe that I could possibly be disappointed with him. Then, he thrust his hips forward and waggled his cock back and forth for me; it smacked his upper thighs with a happy little slap. He knew that always made me smile. This time however I was determined not to give him the smile he was looking for. He walked closer and kept waggling. I looked away. When his penis got to be about a foot away from my face I put my hands over my eyes.

"I'm not looking," I said.

I felt his knee compress the mattress of my bed. Even from this distance, he smelled like chocolate. And he was still waggling. And I was still not looking.

But maybe there was one way that I might open my eyes and look.

"Come on TJ, you know you want to see me do this," Alan said.

"No I don't. Get away from me, you pervert. You smell like Kit Kat and dick."

Alan and I were long past wondering about each other's sexuality. He was straight and I was not. And both of us were okay with the other. Alan knew a lot about the guys I saw. And, though it sometimes caused my stomach to gurgle, I knew a lot about the girls he saw.

It was all good.

Thank god for that! Thank god for college!

Alan kept waggling, one hand trying to pull my fingers away from my eyes. "You know this makes you smile, TJ, and I know you want me to do it, I know you do. You can't resist!" he sang out.

I kept one eye covered and pushed his knew away with my book. With my open eye, I could see that Alan's dick was no longer it's usual length. It was longer. Not erect of course, just longer.

Getting longer was just one of those nice things about dicks. Variety. They came in so many shapes and sizes, of course. And then they changed. Right before your eyes! They got longer. They got thicker. They curled upward to the sky. Some of them could even pop out of their hats! Why doesn't everyone appreciate all of the many talents of the human dick as much as I did?

"Get away," I said, giggling despite myself. "You'll give yourself a boner."

"Don't you wish?" Alan teased, chewing up the rest of his first Kit Kat bar.

"All right, all right!" I said in mock frustration. "I'll look. If it will make you stop and let me get back to my Chem book" Very slowly, I took my other hand off of my face, one finger at a time, and then I opened both eyes and peered straight ahead at the human dick in front of me.

"That's more like it," Alan said.

"There, are you happy?" I asked, feigning disgust. "I am looking at it."

"Yes, I'm happy, are you happy?"

I sighed.

"Yes, I'm fucking very happy!" I said, raising my voice. "It's a fucking blue ribbon day for me. Now knock it off. Go over there. Eat all my Kit Kats if you want. Just stop shaking that thing in my face so I can study."

That may have done the trick.

He spun on the floor in a clumsy pirouette. When he came to a stop he almost fell over. We both laughed.

Alan steadied himself and then put both hands on his upper thighs. As he did he spread his hips apart a little wider and gave himself one last waggle. Sort of his grand finale. In the end, Alan finally did get the smile out of me that he was looking for. I knew him well enough to realize that in Alan's mind that this little waggle dance made us even. He got to eat two bars from my Kit Kat stash. And I got a little naked dance show from my college roommate that I would probably use later once the lights were off and I was I beating my meat.

Alan settled back down onto his bed to read his own textbook, his hunger at least temporarily better. It was amazing how smart my mom had been to send me all those Kit Kats. I rearranged the semi-hard dick in my own pants and then settled back into my studying.

I didn't think too highly of Inorganic Chemistry. It was one of those classes you needed if you wanted to go to medical school. So I took it, but I wasn't exactly enthusiastic about what I was learning. And I suffered along with everybody else. Whoever discovered stoichiometric equations in the first place was clearly a sadistic bastard.

Alan was probably reading from his Econ book. All his classes were Micks and I knew he didn't have to work too hard in any of them. But he really seemed to like Economics, so that was the one he always seemed to have in front of him.

"Oh!" he suddenly shouted.

He scared the shit out of me.

"I almost forgot! BU Police stopped by while you were out."

My mind envisioned Alan standing at the door naked with a cadre of uniformed officers standing there in front of him. Now that was a great fantasy!

"Oh yeah, what'd they want?" I asked.

"Something about some guy in New Haven who's missing."

"Oh?"

I hadn't told Alan about Danny's disappearance when I got back last night. And I didn't want to really think about it today so I didn't bring it up in the bathroom this morning either.

"Is that true?" Alan asked. "Is one of your friends missing?"

I breathed in.

"Somebody from the track team?"

I nodded.

"Whoa! That's crazy, TJ? When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me? Jesus H Christ!"

"I know, right," I said. I still couldn't believe that we were talking about Danny Leeman here. Where the hell could the guy be? Maybe he met a guy and just lost track of time. Or maybe he was just on an early plane back to the West Coast and it was shot down by a UFO. Or maybe...

Fuck.

"It's Danny Leeman," I said. "Nobody knows where he is."

"You mean you're friend Danny?"

"Yeah."

"Whoa," he said again. "What happened?"

I shrugged my shoulders, I didn't really want to have to go through the details, it was all such a raw, awful thing. But if I needed to talk about it with anybody, it was definitely my roommate.

"I have no idea," I explained. "Danny was supposed to race in the finals on Sunday, but he didn't show up. The last anybody saw of him was Saturday night. Somewhere out on the town in New Haven. He'd been with a group of guys. They were partying, but then all of them left to get back to the hotel and Danny decided to stay out."

"Wow," Alan said.

"Sunday was the finals. He didn't show up, and now nobody knows where he is." I could feel my eyes tearing up.

"And that's it. No frickin' idea what happened?"

I started to cry. Alan put his book down and got up onto the side of his bed.

"Gee dude, I had no idea. That's fucking awful."

I nodded and rubbed the tears off my face with my palm. My eyes quickly replaced them with more.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me, TJ! Come on man, that's what I'm here for, buddy! Geez!"

"I'm sorry," I blabbered.

"So what are they gonna do?"

I shook my head. I had no idea what the cops in New Haven were gonna do. Other than Officer Ruggazione, I didn't remember a whole lot about any of the hours I'd spent in the New Haven police department being interviewed. Were they calling the Feds? The FBI?

"I mean, do they suspect..." Alan started to ask, not really wanting to say the words out loud. "Foul play?"

This made me cry harder. I bunched my fists over my face and tried as hard as I could to stop. Alan had never seen me like this.

He threw a pair of gym shorts on and came over to my bed, this was apparently a situation that called for not being naked. Alan sat down and put a hand on my shoulder.

"I'm really sorry man," he said. "I mean, wow! This is totally messed up."

I tilted my head back and banged the top of it against my desk. It ended up harder than I'd intended.

"Ow!"

"Whoa TJ, take it easy buddy, you'll hurt yourself."

I sniffed and opened my eyes. Alan's hand cupped the back of my head and he rubbed lightly. I pulled away. "I'm okay."

"Well anyway, the BU cops just wanted to talk with you. They left a number for you. It's on your desk."

I hadn't even looked on my desk when I came in from lunch. Alan reached over and handed me the piece of scratch paper where he had jotted down the number.

Twenty minutes later, after surviving the phone tree at the BU police station, and after explaining who I was to four separate people in what I assumed was increasing order of importance, I was finally connected to somebody who had heard of me. A pleasant female voice confirmed my identity using my BU student number along with a secret question that I had created way back on the first day of school.

"Sounds like you are who you say you are, TJ," she said.

I cleared my throat. "Um, yes. I am," I said. I lowered my voice to sound as butch as possible, not so much that Alan would hear me do it and give me shit, just enough to, you know, to sound, brave. I even felt myself sit up a little straighter on my bed.

"Well TJ, it's nice to connect with you. My name is Sergeant Taylor and I'm the public affairs officer here at BUPD," the nice lady cop said into the other end of the phone line. "I understand you've been in contact with the New Haven Police about a friend of yours who is missing, is that correct?"

"Yes, that's correct. Miss."

There was a pause on the other end. She was probably deciding whether or not to correct me. She didn't.

"The missing person is one Daniel Leeman, is that correct?" she asked me.

All of a sudden, my mouth was dry and my eyes were wet.

"Yes," I squeaked. Danny, not Daniel. Nobody ever called him that.

"I'm sorry to hear about this. From what I understand, he was last seen on Saturday evening and was reported missing on Sunday? Is that correct?"

"Sunday?"

"Yes, Sunday. That was the day he failed to appear for a track meet that you were both participating in. Is that correct?"

"Um, yes. Sunday. Yes," I stammered. Get a grip, TJ!

"Well, TJ, I'm sorry to report that there is no additional information on your friend Mr. Leeman."

A tear rolled down my cheek. It found it's way into my mouth.

"Um, really? Nothing? Nothing at all?" More tears came. This time from both eyes. They all wound up in the same place, and suddenly my lips were not dry anymore.

"No. I'm sorry TJ. But our department was contacted by an Officer, uh, uh..." There was quiet on the other end of the line and a faint rustling of papers.

"Ruggazione," I offered. My parents had raised me to be helpful whenever possible. I told my friend Max once that I think this made me better at being gay.

Still more pausing, and just a bit more rustling.

"Well, yes. An Officer Anthony Ruggazione."

"Yes," I said. "That's the guy who I spoke with when I filled out my report." I wondered why he didn't call me personally with an update. Was he frightened I'd ask him out on a date right over the phone?

"Yes, Officer Ruggazione was concerned about you TJ."

"Concerned? Why was he concerned?"

"He didn't say, he only said that he was concerned that you would have trouble dealing with this."

"Okay," I added, waiting for her to elaborate. Wouldn't everybody have trouble dealing with this?

"You know, concerned that this might have some negative impact on your performance."

"My performance?"

"Yes."

"At school?"

"Yes. And that's why you're being contacted by BUPD."

"Um, well, of course I'm a little freaked out about this, you know what I mean?"

"Yes, TJ, I know what you mean. This is a terrible thing to happen to anyone."

More tears. Alan had rejoined me on my bed and had his arm draped awkwardly around my shoulders. He was still wearing shorts, but he still smelled like a Kit Kat bar, just a little less like a dick.

"So I just want you to know that BUPD is here for you. We can assist you in working with the New Haven police department, and we can assist you in finding resources to help you in school. My department here at BUPD is in contact with Student Services and we can help you get whatever you need.

Okay, that sounds a little too much like Big Brother for me.

"I see that you have a very high grade point average," the officer continued talking on the other end of the line. "I wouldn't want for the outstanding performance you've shown so far at BU to diminish."

She knew my grade point average? Some cop in Connecticut calls and she looks up my grade point average? This was getting weird.

"Um, well, okay, well that's great, I mean, I could use the..."

"I see you're taking Chemistry and Biology. Are you pre-med?"

"Yes," I answered. Come on! She even knew my class schedule?

"Those can be difficult courses TJ," she added in a very kind tone. She's a police officer at a university, how could she have any idea what my classes were like?

So many tears were coming down my face now, my mouth couldn't keep up. In a funny way, having somebody actually care about me when it was really Danny that needed all the help just struck me as so compassionate. I didn't know that colleges did this kind of stuff.

Alan grabbed a paper towel from his night stand and handed it to me. I smiled. We both knew what he usually used those paper towels for-and it wasn't dusting the furniture! Right now I just scrunched some up and covered my eyes, pressing hard.

"TJ, anything you need. Just call us here. There's always somebody here to answer the phones even when the Public Affairs office is closed."

"Great," I said weakly.

"I know this is tough for you," she added. It was necessary for her to be so nice to me. It made my cry even more. She clearly heard that I was a mess even over the phone.

"Oh, and TJ..."

"What?"

"Officer Ruggazione also left a phone number for you. He said that it was a private number you should call if you learned any additional information that would be helpful to the investigation."

"A phone number?" I blubbered. I think I already had the guy's business card. Why did I need another way to get in touch with him?

"Yes. His private line. I think it's a cell."

Unless?

She gave me the number and I wrote it down on some old scratch paper. But I didn't really need to write it down. I had it memorized as soon as my pen hit the paper. Officer Ruggazione's private number. His mobile phone! That night I slept better. Alan and I talked for a while, studied as much as we could under the circumstances, grabbed a quick dinner across the street on Comm Ave, and then hit the sack. It felt so much better to have this whole mess out in the open, to be able to have Alan to talk with about it all!

 

[Craiger]

Oh, I like the fact that Officer Ruggazione is concerned enough to give his private cell number. I think it is very important for TJ to utilize that information soon..... you never know how much he might contribute to finding Danny among other things.......

Max sounds like such a fun person. No holding back on his desires with TJ. This is a challenge for TJ in that he rarely lets the possibility of a sexual encounter escape. But maybe it's better just to be friends.

Alan doesn't sound any different from their first year together. Good thing they "straightened" everything out during their Freshmen year.

I hope David flies out soon. TJ could use some company and I'm sure David the same. I worry about Danny. It's not good that he has been missing this long.

Craiger

 

[2008spike]

The next morning, on Tuesday, I called down to New Haven first thing.

It was my second police department phone tree in less than a day. This one I negotiated easily, much more quickly than the crazy BUPD phone tree that I was forced to sweat out the previous day. This time it was only five minutes and I was connected.

Once the actual ringing started, he picked it up after just one. "Ruggazione?"

"Um, hi it's TJ." I said.

"TJ?"

"You know? From Boston University? In Boston?"

"TJ, oh yes, right," he said. Come on, did the guy really not remember me? Had I really failed to make an impression?

"It's about the Danny Leeman disappearance thing. Is this a good time?"

"TJ, I gave them my private line to give to you. Why didn't you use it?"

Thank goodness he couldn't see my face turn red. He was right. I had completely forgotten the number I'd gotten last night from BUPD. I'd looked up the general number on line and just worked my way through the bureaucracy. What a bonehead!

"Um, well, they did, I mean, they did give it to me. I just forgot to use it," I stammered. I thumbed the scrap paper with Ruggazione's number written on it. It was right there, staring at me. And I hadn't even used it!

Alan was gone and I had our dorm room to myself.

"Well that's good, I guess. I'm just happy you got the message to call back," he said flatly.

"You are?" My mind formed a mental picture of a happy Officer Ruggazione at his desk in the New Haven police station. In my brain, he was wearing a crisp white shirt, opened two buttons down from the collar, there was a nice little tan going on there between his open buttons and just a hint of thin, dark chest hair. There were those fancy gold-colored epaulets on his shoulders with some kind of eagle on them, the eagle was not happy. But the Officer was freshly shaven and smelled of something faintly orange and musky. There was a bulge in his tight pants that happened just when he picked up the phone and heard my voice.

"Um hmm." I clearly couldn't both talk and conjure up elaborate fantasies.

"I mean, okay, that's good." I felt my dick start to stiffen. For god's sakes! The man was all the way in Connecticut and he was already given me a hard-on. Other than the boner my imagination had given him, we weren't exactly having phone sex!

"Yes, so TJ, we've got a few more questions to ask you."

"You do? Uh okay, who's we?"

"Well, I should say that I have a few more questions to ask you. About Danny."

I took a breath.

I kept trying to look on the bright side of the situation. The only good part about this whole terrible business with Danny was that I'd met a cop that was fucking hot. Ruggazione leading the investigation into Danny's disappearance made things just a tiny bit, well...normal.

"So, do we know anything more? Do you have any leads?" I asked, before he could start me off with his own question.

I heard him breathe deeply on the other end of the line. "Sorry TJ, not yet. We were finally able to speak with some of the other boys that Danny was out with on Saturday night."

"Yeah?"

"Well, other than some additional confirmation of what Danny did before he split off from the group, we didn't learn much that we didn't already have. It's always good to have multiple people independently corroborate his exact location, however. I feel pretty confident that we know precisely what Danny was doing and where he was. Before he left."

"You mean, you know where he was before you don't where he was," I asked, confused by my own question.

He paused before answering. "Uh, yes. That's right."

"We think we might know which direction he headed also, after the others started to head back to the Omni Hotel," Ruggazione said.

"Well that's a start, I guess." Talking about Danny was making my eyes water again. I inhaled and tried really hard not to cry. I think I'd been weepy enough in the past few days. And I needed to be strong in front of the police.

"TJ, do you know if there were any unusual practices that Danny was into?"

"Unusual practices?"

"Yes."

Oh! That.

"You mean, like sex? Sex practices?" I really wanted to hear Ruggazione say the word out loud.

"Yes," he said professionally. I exhaled.

Hmm. Unusual sexual practices. For someone like me, I was pretty green in the sex department. And while, I had certainly done my share of reading about weird stuff, I can't claim to have been much of an expert. Clearly, Officer Ruggazione was a bit out of his element here too.

"Like a foot fetish?" I asked, saying out loud the first unusual sex practice that came to mind.

"No, TJ, not a foot fetish, I don't think that's what we're after here. I mean. That's not all that unusual anyway?"

It wasn't?

"What I mean is, do you think that Danny was into pain? Bondage? You know, S and M?"

I laughed out loud. The idea of my friend Danny tied up, hanging from a sling getting a whipping was about as impossible as anything I'd ever heard. Danny was much more likely to go for feet.

Danny talked a lot. A whole lot. But that was about it. If anybody even tried to get a little rough with him, there's no way he'd put up with that. He told me once that a guy he'd met at an out of state track meet when we were in high school had once spanked him just as they were doing a little foreplay. Danny said he was so shocked he'd lost his wood. And then he got the hell out of there. Super fast. So no, there was no way that Danny had gone to a bar in New Haven where he might get strung up from the rafters and wrapped up in rubber or something.

"No. No way," I answered. "There's no way Danny would do something like that. Danny didn't even like to get spanked."

"He doesn't?" the policeman sounded surprised. "It's not usually something that friends talk about."

I laughed. Then why was he asking me in the first place? There were all sorts of mixed messages coming over the phone line from Officer Ruggazione.

"Yeah, I guess it sounds a little funny, but you know, trust me. I know Danny. And definitely not, he was not a spanker, er, I mean, a spankee," I said, brimming with a new confidence.

"Oh."

I decided to take a chance. Maybe I could help Danny and plant the seed of forbidden love with Ruggazione at the same time. While I considered what to say next, I could hear the policeman writing furiously in the background. Why wasn't he typing this into his computer? Maybe he's just an old fashioned guy. I smiled to myself. I could fix all that.

I took a deep breath and started. "Well, the truth is. Well, Danny and I even fooled around a few times. You know, I mean, we fooled around with each other."

There was silence on the line. I could hear him breathing, nothing more.

"Sex, I mean. We fooled around and we had sex together."

"Uh huh."

"With each other."

"Okay, TJ, I get it."

I paused again. My pulse was racing.

"So, Danny, you know, he is just a really big talker. Pretty mouthy in fact, but there's no way he would ever do, you know..."

"S and M?"

"No, never. Not his thing. No way. Nope."

"You are sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Why on earth are you asking about this stuff anyway?"

"Because there's a bar over by the harbor that is known for that kind of stuff. S and M."

"There is? I didn't know that." True statement.

"I just wondered whether or not Danny might have wandered over that way, toward the harbor, and then gotten himself into a little more trouble than he could handle."

"Danny can handle just about anything," I said. "But he wouldn't go to a place like that. Besides he didn't have an ID. Just like me, he's only 19 and he looks even younger. He'd never get into a place like that, he'd get carded right away."

There was more silence on the other end of the line.

"So, was there anything else you need from me?" I asked.

"Let me see."

More breathing.

"Have you talked with David?" I interrupted. That's Danny's twin brother? Does he have any good ideas?"

"Yes. No. I mean, yes, I talked with him. David's here but not, he doesn't have any good ideas about his brother's disappearance.

"Oh," I said.

"David arrived here in New Haven yesterday. He and I have spent a lot of time together so far. He's pretty shaken up, as you might imagine. And he hadn't talked to Danny for a couple days prior to Danny's disappearance."

"Oh," I said again. It must be totally killing the poor guy.

"David doesn't know anything more than you and I do. He said he wants to talk to you."

David and I had talked briefly on Sunday night when I got back from the trip. He told me that he was flying in, but he hadn't worked out his flights yet, so I didn't know when he would get there.

Since then, I wondered how David was handling this whole thing. Like most twins, the two of them had pretty much done everything together. Their whole lives, of course. Growing up in the same bedroom, going to Apple Valley High together, along with me, and then running track in the afternoons. Now the two of them were both at the University of Oregon and the two of them were both on the track team. Both had scholarships to run track. Danny had once shared with me that the amount of money he received was a little more than what David got. But that it wasn't really a big deal. He just wanted me to know that, so that maybe I'd think he was a more talented runner. Which I sort of did. Since he was. Most days.

Everybody within listening distance of Danny's mouth was certainly well aware that Danny was the better runner of the two.

But, of course, looking at things objectively, David really wasn't that far behind. But, all the same, Danny had been invited to this track meet at Yale while his brother David had not. That was probably saying something. Knowing the two of them as I did, I was pretty sure that David was happy to let Danny have the spotlight-and most of the time-maybe all of the time, actually. Danny was happy to bask in its glow. Danny would do practically anything if he had an audience.

"You'll call David then? You have his number?"

"Um, we actually talked Sunday night," I said. Maybe David had forgotten to mention to Ruggazione that he reached me. I'd imagine that poor David was probably a basket case. "I've got a class this morning, but I'm free for a while after that and I will definitely give him a call" I said, trying to sound reassuring.

"Great. TJ, I know that David would appreciate hearing from you."

"Yeah," I agreed.

"And, I think it would be terrific if you could make it back down here this weekend. If we don't find Danny by then, my chief thinks we may need to cast a wider net. You know, look into some areas that we are not considering right now. New York, for example, maybe other places even up around you, in other parts of New England. This search could get pretty drawn out."

"You want me to come down to New Haven?" I asked. I hadn't heard any of the rest of what Ruggazione said.

"Yes," he said with a sigh. "I think that would be great," he responded.

I hadn't thought about going back down again to Connecticut so soon, but maybe that was a good idea. Maybe I could help. Or maybe...

"Um, okay, let me think about it, try and work out my schedule" I said. I knew I had no plans this coming weekend, other than sitting in the library and trying to study.

"Well I hope you can come."

"Yeah," I said again.

"Plus I'm sure David would be happy to have your support."

"Uh, yeah, that's right. David. Of course. I'll do what I can to make it happen."

"Good."

"Good."

"Maybe I'll see you soon then TJ, just let us know what you decide so that one of us can be here to talk more. I work Saturday this weekend, but then I'm off Sunday."

Perfect.

"Okay, right."

"Take care of yourself, Teej."

Teej? He called my Teej? Only my parents and my closest buddies called me that. Like Danny and David.

"Okay, bye," I said.

He wants to see me again? And he has the day off on Sunday.

I sat down on the floor of my room and thought about how crazy these past few days had been. It was a total cluster-fuck, all right! And Danny was at the center of it. Hmm. I wonder if Danny did go to that crazy S and M bar near the docks. If there had been a back room where the guys hooked up to have sex, and Danny could put on some kind of a ******..then maybe, just maybe that this was something I could see him doing.

After I'd through for the twelfth time every possible place Danny could have gone, I closed my eyes and tried to think if I had missed anything. Some cue. Something he might have said on Saturday that could be of use.

When the heavy work my brain was doing started to be replaced by naked fantasies of Officer Ruggazione upside down in an S and M sling.

About then I thought maybe it was time I headed out to my class.

I threw on a light jacket and locked our door behind me.

As I walked down Comm Ave toward my late morning English class, my mind concentrated on Danny and what could possibly have happened.

I was trying to figure out whether or not this whole business with Danny could just be some spectacularly bad screw-up. Maybe Danny was alive and well and had just decided not to run in his race. Instead, maybe he caught an early flight back to Oregon.

On the other hand, and more in keeping of everything I knew about Danny, maybe he was with some fantastic new sex buddy that he met on Saturday night. The two of them were probably having a womp-fest at the guy's apartment in New Haven and hadn't come up for air since they met up.

Or, maybe he was in huge trouble somewhere along the Eastern seaboard. I pictured Danny buck naked and tied to a bed post, being fed Cheetos and grapes by some guy who'd looked promising for a quick fuck.

But, given the kind of guy that Danny was-or is-whatever he is doing, I'm sure he's taking care of himself, and had absolutely no idea that any of the rest of us are worried sick about him. Danny was probably just too god dammed absorbed in whatever it was that he was doing to have any thought of us by making a courtesy call to me or to David, or to anybody.

Or, maybe...

I didn't want to think about any other places where Danny could be right now.

I kept walking. A cold Charles River wind smacked me in the face. I ducked into Peet's for coffee. It was unusual for me to have one during the day. But if I was going to be able to focus in class, I needed the help. Standing in line to order, there were some kids in front of me. Obviously in high school-and having no business slowing me down from a caffeine buzz-I watched them horsing around with each other. Since they were probably under age, I kept my eyes above their waist. A fair compromise. In a goofy way, they reminded me of hanging out with the Leemans back in Apple Valley.

One of my favorite hangouts with the Leemans during our senior year had been that weekend we caught a college track meet together. After a pretty goofy Martial Arts movie we were back at Casa Leeman now and we were starting to turn in. I remember well how confused I was. Plus excited at the same time. There was that weird uncertainty of what was going to happen. Three high school buddies about to lay down for the night, in a small tract house bedroom. Endless possibilities swirled in my head.

Luckily for me, possibility number one was addressed immediately.

None of us, neither the Leemans, nor me were pajama guys. Just underwear to sleep in.

Mine were white. Pretty much my usual, I had a few pair with some crazy-ass patterns that my mom had bought me on sale someplace in San Bernardino, but I resolved never to wear them if there was any chance I'd actually be seen in them. And tonight being one of those times, I grabbed the white ones.

Danny's undies were white too, just like mine. Tighter of course, and probably pretty expensive. There was a pouch-like thing up front, which apparently contained everything important that belonged to Danny below his waist. I had a pretty good idea what Danny had in the pouch. I had no idea what brand they were, but I aimed to find out. I hoped his pouch was stretchy.

David was the odd man out. He had on a pair of striped boxers that were obviously fairly old, being worn down to fabric that was so thin you could practically see through it. I already knew what David looked like naked, but if I hadn't, I wouldn't have to do much imagining. Twins!

While David and I were brushing our teeth, Danny kept us entertained with some stretches on the side of the bathtub. My eyes darted back and forth between the two brothers. Danny had contorted himself into a position that pushed his pouch outward, showing us both that the pouch (and all of it's contents) had indeed stretched out. David rolled his eyes at Danny. David's flimsy shorts were almost as entertaining. The elastic band on the top kept sliding down in the front, winding up just below the top of his pubes. David made a valiant effort to keep himself covered up, but it appeared to me to be a losing battle. I took extra long scrubbing up my teeth while I contemplated whether or not these very obvious displays of testosterone were the norm around here, or whether it was all intended for my benefit. Danny was clearly semi hard under his pouch, and while David probably wasn't he had obviously chosen his underwear with at least some of this in mind.

David and I finished up brushing and Danny took our place at the sink. I hopped into my makeshift bed on the floor between the two beds the boys had. Not worrying about Danny having to find his bed in the dark, David hit the lights and stepped over me to climb into the sack.

Danny brushed his teeth in like three seconds and found his way through the bedroom without incident.

I took a deep breath and shut my eyes tightly. I had no idea what the routine was around here.

"So, TJ, we usually can't fall asleep until we whack off. It's our tradition, and I, for one, think it's a good one!"

The voice came from the direction of Danny's bed. It was way too dark to actually see his lips moving, but it was definitely something Danny would say. David might have thought it, but it was not the sort of thing that I would think to come out of his mouth. Ha ha.

I was on the floor between the two of them, currently confined in a sleeping bag. I tried to imagine the logistics involved in a circle jerk.

"What?" I asked. I was only a little bit startled by the comment. I was a nighttime whacker as well, so I could understand. But when you had a sleepover? Hmm. I reminded myself that Danny was a talker, pretty much all the time, including when we all went out for a run. So, it figured that he would shoot off his mouth even when he was just about to crash for the night.

David made a heavy sigh before he spoke.

"Danny, not tonight okay? We have company, you know bro. Seriously!"

Danny ignored David's protest. "Amigos!" Danny said as if addressing an assembly at school, but a little too loudly for this time of night. If his parents were listening to use from downstairs, they would absolutely know what we were talking about. Hopefully they were snoozing already.

"I have just made a true statement, mis amigos, and my bro over there knows it," Danny added. He was using his best Spanish accent, obviously from the class with Senora Mason that we shared. "All I said was that it's a tradition for the Leeman twins. We whack off, it's a fact. If we don't do it, we don't sleep as well, it's as simple as that!

"Danny, stop it. TJ is here, and this is not cool."

I was actually pretty cool with it.

"So? TJ being here doesn't matter. Remember what happened with cousin Jake?"

"David!"

"Well, we're all guys here, it's just a guy thing."

"Right, but we can take the night off. TJ is our friend, not our cousin."

I wondered if I should step in here and express my viewpoint.

"David, don't be such a pussy. We spank it. Pretty much every night. We just do! We have to for crissakes, cleans the pipes if you know what I mean."

I laughed.

"So, who's in mis amigos?"

"Danny, you're being a jerk."

David was apparently going to be a tougher sell than I'd thought.

"David, it's totally cool. Not only are we practically grown men, we're coming into the peak of our sexual maturity."

"We are?" I asked.

"Yup. Read it a couple weeks ago in Vanity Fair. Guys hit their peak at 19, that's my next birthday."

"Really?"

"Absolutely amigo. And before I actually turn 19, I want to get even better at getting off."

I laughed again. David groaned.

"So, is that a yes?"

"No," David answered.

"Um," I said weakly.

"Guys, guys, guys. We're guys!"

"Yeah, that much is true," I agreed.

"And as guys, we beat our meat. Like I keep saying, we do it every night, rain or shine, or whatever it is you say when the sun goes down. And besides, we're buddies! Buddies on the fucking Apple Valley fucking track team!"

This was starting to sound like a pep talk that some of the guys would make just before one of our track meets. I loved those!

"So I say we get to it. It doesn't matter that the Leeman brothers have an overnight guest. I mean, it's our really good buddy TJ. That's a bonus!"

"Right!" I was starting to get more into the spirit of the moment.

"And boys," Danny went on. "Pretty much God and everybody else who's ever been in the Apple Valley High School locker room already know that our buddy TJ has a weenie."

"Yup."

"And, from what they say around school TJ has a weenie to be proud of."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I said.

"Please!" Danny scoffed.

I started to talk but no words came out. Danny picked up where he left off.

"So, there you are, mates. Let's just do what God intended us to do. Let's not waist time talking about it anymore. Let's not let our sexual peaks go to waste! Let's jerk off and do it now!"

"Ugh," David said with as much disgust as he could muster.

"Davy baby, you need this worse than the rest of us. Trust me, I am your twin and I know you best."

David grumbled something unintelligible.

"I'm serious. Let's do this right away. It will absolutely relax us, and we'll all sleep better. Then we'll all go to the college track meet tomorrow and have a really happy, fucking day! And I won't have to walk around Loyola Fucking University with a fucking boner for eight hours!"

David and I both laughed at this last comment.

When Danny finished with his speech, I heard him flip his covers back. I smiled and giggled nervously. I wasn't sure what exactly was going to happen next, but my weenie was sure looking forward to whatever that was.

"Hmm, well, I might be able to do this," I said, pretending to think it over very thoughtfully. Of course I did not want to appear over-eager, as a guest you know, that wouldn't be so polite. I took a deep breath before I said anything else.

"Right on, amigo," Danny said with glee.

"I'd hate for you guys not to be relaxed, you know, and not be able to sleep," I added. As a former Cub Scout, I had been well trained to do things for others.

Danny snapped his fingers in victory. It was a sort-of nighttime quiet equivalent of a high five.

"There, you see Davey, TJ is being a very gracious guest. He wants us to relax."

I smiled. Because it was so dark, I couldn't see the poison arrows I though David was probably sending over to Danny's side of the room.

"TJ, forget about it," David said. "Danny's an idiot, trust me I've known him all his life. There is no other conclusion."

Danny grunted. He yanked his blankets back violently, smacking against a poster he had on the wall above his bed.

"TJ, seriously, whip it out, we're doing this," Danny said.

"Well, I guess."

"Show me your big monster dick TJ!" Danny whispered as loudly as he could.

"Just ignore him TJ, he'll eventually give up and leave you alone. He needs his rest, and his dick will live to cum some other night. Trust me on that!"

Danny wasn't listening to his brother. He had sat up and was not positioned on the edge of his bed. I saw an article of clothing whiz across the airspace over my head in the direction of David's bed. White underwear?

"Um," I said. "I don't really..."

I heard a familiar skin-smacking sound.

David groaned again and pulled his blankets over his head. I strained to see Danny better in the darkness. My eyes were getting there.

In fact, I've got a raging hard on right now," Danny said.

Of course you do, I thought.

Danny moved a pillow away from his mid-section. Clearly for my benefit, Danny appeared to waggle something dark and tube-like that was attached to his pelvis.

"All right Danny, you pervert, you do whatever you want with that itty bitty weenie of yours. TJ doesn't have to take his dick his out just because you did. And neither do I."

Uh, maybe I could speak for myself please.

Danny cracked up. "Itty bitty weenie? Come on! Seriously bro?"

"Yes. That's what I said," David answered.

"Ouch! You realize bro that if you insult my weenie, you sort of insult your weenie too. We're twins bro, you know? We sort of wound up with the same weenie in life."

This was getting very interesting.

"Dad too!" Danny added.

Dad too? Hmm. How did he know that? I was happy to have absolutely no idea what my dad's penis looked like. Sure he'd been naked in front of me a few times, but I'd refused to look at it. Just in case I got a... Yuck.

"Yeah, I guess. But even though we're twins, you wound up with all the fucked up genes. My DNA is clean."

"You've got a point there, bro," Danny agreed. "But then, I also got the good looks too!"

"Oh for crissakes! We look exactly alike, Danny. Nobody can tell us apart. Not even mom sometimes! But below the waist we are not the same! Our penises are not identical, you know that. Yours is, I don't know, yours is..."

"I think the word you're looking for is massive." Danny suggested.

"Well hung," I threw in.

David coughed. "Hardly. I was going to say that yours is, um, well, I guess I would say that yours is just a lot more worked in!"

We all giggled at that.

Danny agreed with his brother. Finally!

I started to ask. "But, I thought you guys were..."

David interrupted me. "Don't worry TJ; the two of us are not totally identical. We just look the same."

Oh that clears it up.

"Oh," I said.

"Right," Danny said. "But don't forget that my balls hang way lower than yours do bro."

After dozens and dozens of showers together in the locker room after track practice at Apple Valley High, I couldn't believe that I had not picked up on this.

"Really?" I said in wonderment. Twins were a puzzle to me.

Then, just as quickly as the room had gotten so chatty, it just as quickly got really quiet. The conversation was over, I guessed. I was pondering how to get us back on track for the circle jerk. Fortunately, Danny took care of everything. I could hear again the slap-smack-swoosh sound coming from the core of Danny's crotch. I smiled. Game on!

David exhaled the entire weight of the universe out of his mouth. I took this to be resignation. Que sera, sera!

"What?" Danny asked, breathing heavier.

"You're so depraved, Danny," David said.

"Depraved? What the hell does that even mean?" Danny asked.

"It means you're an idiot," David shot back.

"Okay. I guess I'm an idiot. Sue me."

I put my hand around my dick, sensing my cue.

"So if you can't beat 'em, join 'em," Danny giggled at his own pun. "Come on amigos, let's all be idiots together."

"You've made a very good counselor. I have no further defense," I said. "I'm in."

"Arrrgh!" David groaned.

"That a boy," Danny said, trying his nicest voice out now. "That's two out of three track studs. We just need one more for it to be unanimous!"

"Three track studs," I offered. Pretty fucking hot, actually.

"Yup. I worry about my brother sometimes TJ. He gets himself so worked up! I'd say it was Catholic guilt, but I know that's not it since we're Jewish."

"Shut up already. Holy fuck!" David said. I held my breath. Maybe, just maybe, David was in too.

After a long pause, David flipped his covers back too.

Yay. I squinted my eyes to see what would happen next.

I stroked up and down on my cock a few times while I waited. Out of the darkness, a pair of worn out boxers whizzed above my head.

"All right Davy baby!" Danny cooed.

"Shut up," David said.

"I just want to thank you, bro. This way, maybe, just maybe, I won't spooge myself watching the college boys at the track meet tomorrow."

This totally cracked me up.

The Leemans were silent while I convulsed on the floor with laughter. Danny joined in and was laughing to. It took a full minute for me to stop. Once I started breathing again, David broke the silence.

"Danny, you're such a pain!"

"I know," Danny agreed.

"Pervert." David whispered but we could hear the giggling in his voice.

I put both hands inside my underwear. My dick was hard already, and it was kind of goopy at the tip. I was a notorious pre-cummer. Just talking about jacking off on the Leemans' floor, I was gushing pre-cum.

"Um, okay," I said. "Do you guys have some...?"

"No," David answered quickly. "We don't. None!"

No lube? Really? Come on, everybody has lube.

"No lube sorry," Danny responded, much more politely than his brother did. "Uh, well actually, there's probably some hand lotion on the counter in my parents bathroom. But I'm not going to get it! Not with a boner already!"

"Uh, okay then, just forget it," I laughed. "I'm sure I'll manage."

"Cool," Danny responded. "Whack off party! We're whacking off with TJ!" he sang out.

I looked up at the beds to see exactly what the Leeman boys were doing. It was still mostly silhouettes, but I had a nice view all the same.

"Danny, throw TJ some Kleenex or something, we don't know how fast he is." David said. Finally he was back to being nice, sweet old David again. Davy baby.

Two pieces of tissue floated down like parachutes from the sky. They landed softly beside me. I picked them up with my right hand and looked at them. Then I put them on my chest for later.

"Rock and roll!" Danny said, probably watching me scoot the top of my sleeping bag back. He sounded happy.

"Danny, when you're about to jizz, just keep it on your side of the room bro," David said.

"Aww! That's no fun. Tell you what, whoever shoots first gets wins. And the winner gets to jack off the other," Danny taunted.

"What?" I asked. That wasn't a circle jerk, that was sex! Fuckin' A! A fresh squirt of pre-cum leaked out the top of my cock.

"Deal!" David answered quickly. Really?

For the next few minutes, there was no talking. The room was quiet but for the sound of the three of us breathing and that happy, soothing drum beat of skin stroking skin.

I concentrated on not shooting my load too quickly. Cumming too fast had been a big deal for me in the past when I'd gotten way too excited. If ever there was a situation where I was going to get way too excited, this was definitely it.

Danny's voice broke the silence. "That's it, I'm a go! Party time!"

Wow! That was fast, even faster than me!

"Shut up you idiot," David said. "Can't you just cum and keep it quiet? Nobody really fucking cares!"

Danny obviously couldn't keep quiet. He started to moan out load, in sort of an exaggerated porno movie squeal. "Oh yes, baby, yes, yes, YES!"

I laughed and stopped what I was doing with my own hand. With all Danny's carrying on, it was impossible to do just about anything else. On the other hand, from the sound of it and from the feverish pace over on David's side of the room, he was still whacking away, trying to catch up with his twin. Who, in all fairness, had quite a head start.

"Oh my god!" Danny said. "That was fucking great!"

"Shut up Danny," David said.

"I win! I win! I win!" Danny blurted. "I was first!"

"Shh," David hissed. "You're like a jerk-off freak! I can't believe how quickly you can cum sometime! Seriously! Nobody gets off that fast!"

"Um," I started, but thought better of it.

"You're just jealous cause you're not as fast as me, bro," Danny replied happily. "At anything!"

"At beating my meat, yeah you're right Danny. You're like a national champion. But on the track, well, I don't know these days. I think I'm pretty god dammed fast too!"

"Okay, okay, don't fight boys. We're 18 -year old high school seniors, just about to hit our sexual prime. And, and we're always raring' to go! With our dicks. With our legs on the track. Or with whatever!" I said, trying to be helpful.

Danny giggled.

"Either in the sack, or out on the track," I added. I was pleased with myself for coming up with such a clever line.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Danny shot back. "Nice rhyme."

I laughed too.

"Shut up you nimrods," David squawked.

Danny jumped up out of bed and leaped onto David's bed crossing over me as he did. In the faint light of the room, I could make out most of the more interesting parts of Danny's body. Plus I got a pretty hefty whiff of Danny's guy-scent. He smelled like I did after a track practice, at least that concentrated part of me from inside my jock.

Danny was on top of David, reverse cowboy. Danny had such balls!

"Come on, bro," Danny teased. "Let's get all those little sperms out of you!"

"Get off me, you idiot!"

"Come on bro! We've got company tonight, let's show TJ what you can do!" Danny said.

"Danny, cut it out!"

I sat up. For this I wanted to see clearly.

Danny had pinned his brother to the bed and was trying to grab hold of his dick. David was bouncing up and down on the bed like a bronco.

"Danny, don't you freakazoid," David said in sort of a muted scream.

As I watched the show, I tugged away at my cock.

"Bro, you know this will do it for you. It always does!" Danny said. From what I could tell, David was bent upwards, his back arched off the bed and Danny was up top, stroking his twin brother's penis.

Much later, when I thought about what all of this meant, I felt a little bit bad for David. But right now, just as we were headed toward the big finish, I kind of got into it. The scene was totally fucking hot!

"Danny! Don't! Don't!"

Danny reached an arm through his brother's legs and appeared to be sticking his finger in David's ass. Oh man!

"Mmm, there you go, that's better right? That's what you like, right?"

David made a weird little half-moan, half-groan. "Knock it off! Don't! Don't"

Danny was looking over at me with a big smile on his face. "Easy tiger, easy," Danny said. From what I saw, Danny seemed to have complete control of his brother. David was putty in his hands. Both of them.

"Danny!"

David had stopped struggling. He was moaning softly. His panting increased and so did the rhythmic slapping of flesh.

"Oh, all right," David had surrendered to his twin.

"That's my Davy," Danny said.

"Jesus fucking Christ! Just don't draw this out forever! Like you did last time!" David's voice was in a high register I had never heard him talk in before. The boy was clearly on the verge of something pretty awesome!

Last time? Really? This was a recurring thing over here at the Leemans?

"Not a problem," Danny answered. "I know just what to do. You just relax little bro."

I cleared my throat. "Ahem. Is anybody going to talk to me too? What exactly are you guys doing?" I asked.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh!" It was David.

I scooted my hips a little bit toward the scene on David's bed. and moved closer to his bed to better see what was going on. Now that I was just a foot or so away, I completely could piece together the puzzle of Leeman twins. David was on his back and Danny had tucked one of David's legs around his torso, Danny's full weight keeping David from moving. One of Danny's hands covered David's ass and the other was stroking up and down on David's cock. Maybe one of Danny's fingers was inside his brother's butt.

"Cool," I said quietly without really meaning to.

Danny was smiling with this huge face of teeth. He nodded at me.

"You gotta do what you gotta do," he said. "It's a tough job, but I never turn down tough jobs."

"Good," I agreed.

"Uh, uh, uh!" David moaned loudly.

I wondered if what I was witnessing was illegal. Well, if there were laws about it, there shouldn't be.

"And, uh Danny, are you doing what I think you're doing?" I asked. "I mean with David's ass?"

David kept moaning. Nobody seemed interested in answering me. It was clear that Danny was doing something his brother liked, and neither felt much like talking.

"Um hmm," Danny said. "This makes him fuckin' nuts, he totally loves it!"

Well who wouldn't?

Danny slapped David's ass cheek so hard I was sure one of their parents would come into the room. David moaned some more.

"Fuck yeah, Danny."

Whoa.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" David panted.

"That should do it," Danny said, his voice brimming with bravado.

The dark silhouette that was Danny's twin brother David twisted and bucked up even higher off of his bed.

"Aaaaah! Fuck! Shit!" Apparently David had reached a point of no return.

David let out an exhausted sigh. Danny took a deep breath as well and looked over at me. We all just sat there breathing for a minute.

Finally, Danny let go and untangled himself from his brother. He sat up on the edge of David's bed and grabbed for the Kleenex box. As he stood up to go back over to his own bed, I could see that Danny still had a boner. Pretty impressive after all that work he just did.

My dick throbbed, begging for attention. Watching this whole display of brotherly...I don't know what...had made my own boner even harder. I lie down on my pillow and let out a deep sigh. I grabbed myself and yanked a few times.

"So what do you think TJ?" David asked.

I don't know. I had no idea what I think.

"I mean, do you need some help too? Danny's a pro!" David asked me.

Now? All of a sudden, David is advocating that his brother do to me what he just did to him. Uh...fuck yeah!

I let my brain think for a moment, instead of my penis.

"Uh, yeah. I can see that. But, um no," I said. "No thank you, I'm good, I'll just finish things up here real quietly now and we can all get some sleep."

David was still wiping himself up. "TJ, you won't say anything to anyone will ya'? Please!"

The thought of sharing this story with my friends at school had not occurred to me. And besides, nobody would believe me anyway.

"What? What do you mean? There's nothing to say. I didn't see anything," I answered smugly.

"Hmm, that's too bad. Maybe we should have turned a light on then. My little Davy boy here came a shit-load!" Danny said.

"Danny, Jesus! TJ doesn't need to know everything."

So it's okay to have witnessed what I just did? But knowing how much sperm David shot onto his brother, that was off limits?

Danny looked over the edge of his bed at me, he winked. I shook my head.

"It's a twin thing TJ," Danny explained. "We have been naked together our whole lives. We've been getting erections since, like forever. We share a room. What the fuck were we supposed to do? There's no privacy in our lives, we share a lot of stuff."

"Yeah, I guess. You guys are pretty close," I acknowledged.

"Well, David won't admit it. But you know, I do sort of know my bro even better than he knows himself," Danny explained.

I saw David nod his head in agreement.

I went back to pulling absently at my dick. I still had a boner but somehow my mind was in a very strange place. I kept thinking a lot of conflicting thoughts about what I had just witnessed. Somehow whacking off at this point just sort of seemed hopeless tonight.

"Don't worry, David. I won't say a word," I added.

"Thanks man," David said, "Danny's got great hands and he knows how to use them. But, you know...he can be such an asshole!"

"I'm an asshole?" Danny asked in a sort of mock, horrified tone. "I'm an asshole? Really David? I give you this great fucking orgasm cause I know exactly, precisely what gets you off?! And I'm an asshole?"

"Oh come on Danny," David interrupted, "you know you just did that for TJ. For his benefit."

"What are you talking about bro? We're twins, we share it all. I probably honked on your Johnson inside Mom's womb!"

I cracked up, so did David. 'Honked on his Johnson?'

"Um, well, thanks, that was a blast for me," I said. "I think. Thanks for letting me be here to experience the moment. Loved it! Real brotherly love."

"Just forget it TJ, forget you saw anything at all. And fuck you Danny," David said. "You did not jerk me off inside mom's uterus. That's disgusting! Can everybody just go to sleep now?"

The room was quiet for nearly a minute. Unbelievably, my hard-on was actually gone. I left my hand there, of course, but I didn't bother really trying to get myself going again.

"Yeah, we should all get some sleep," I said. "We need to be up in a few hours, right?"

"You didn't cum yet, TJ," Danny said, sounding disappointed.

"Don't worry, I did earlier today," I lied.

I pulled my underwear back up and covered myself with the blanket. I was asleep in less than thirty seconds, a giant smile on my face.

 

[Kyanimal]

Very interesting chapter, Spike!

And, though I'm certainly concerned about Danny's whereabouts, and well being, the part about TJ's night in the Leeman Twins' bedroom brought back some long ago memories of my own!

Awesome writing there, Buddy! MORE, Please!!

And, of course ... No Matter What ...

Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[Craiger]

Another exciting and erotic chapter, Spike. Hopefully Danny is, just as TJ said, shacked up with some hot number and too involved to let anyone know. The weekend will be interesting. Perhaps Officer R. will take TJ on his rounds Saturday (and Sunday). Poor David, he must be beside himself.

Craiger

 

[28josh7]

Hi Spike - so good to see you are back again. Easy reading as usual.

TJ - what a character!

Josh

 

[RACERX71]

Great Job Spike , good to see you back!

 

[2008spike]

Danny Leeman leaned forward and bit off another grape.

It was dark inside the room, but he could tell that it was still daylight outside. Fine wisps of sunlight found their way through tiny imperfections in the fabric of the drapes over the windows. Chintz? Silk? Probably not. Oh well, he was being held by someone with less refined tastes than his own.

Danny had managed to wiggle his head free of the bandana that was tied around his eyes. That was a few minutes ago. And right about now, Danny was finally starting to appreciate the mess he'd gotten himself into. Or was it just some crazy sexual romp that he had absolutely no memory of?

His head hurt. And he was sore, more sore than he'd been in years. It had been days since he'd been out for a run and his muscles ached from the inactivity. Plus being handcuffed to a bed didn't help much. He looked down at his toes. His ankles were handcuffed too. All four limbs.

There was a mirror across the room, but Danny hadn't been able to angle himself quite right to see exactly what he looked like tied up like this.

Under other circumstances, Danny would have been thrilled to find himself thusly chained to a bed. He'd certainly had his share of handcuffing. It was an amazing turn-on for him to be held down and powerless while some guy sucked his dick. He'd even been fucked once while being strapped face first into a mattress, his wrists and ankles tightly bound inside of a few bed sheets. That was incredible!

But right now, Danny wasn't so sure. Something about the situation didn't seem quite right. But, so far, he had no particularly strong opinions exactly what the problem was.

Men!

A little bunch of red grapes had been suspended from the ceiling by an electrical cord. That was weird.

Whoever left the grapes for him was either being funny or this was the only creative solution they could come up with to keep Danny from dying of starvation.

The cord holding the grapes was attached with electrical tape.

An electrician? Danny had been out with a group of gay electricians. And now one of the kinky ones had him tied up? Hmm. Not his usual go-to fantasy.

Danny had already eaten all of the low hanging fruit, the easy ones that his mouth could reach without dislocating his jaw. He was famished. Nineteen-year-old college athletes burned through a lot of calories, and Danny needed a lot of food. A few grapes were not going to do it. Still. He would worry about his training regimen tomorrow. At least for today, Danny wanted more grapes, and he wanted them right now! But, if he was going to eat any more of the grapes-which were fantastically delicious, by the way-he was going to have to figure out how to get his lips around them without any help from his hands. A skill he had perfected with a certain male body part, but not yet with a fruit.

After a moment of thinking, Danny had a plan for the grapes.

He exhaled heavily and then he positioned his mouth as closely as possible to the grapes. Then he sucked in air, like a vacuum. Pop. Magically, a dangly one followed the trail of inhalation and landed right in the middle of his two pursed lips.

Danny thought to himself that his buddy TJ would be proud of him. Not many of his friends understand the true effort that went into sucking somebody off. What a talent! Maybe if this whole college thing didn't work out, he'd find work someplace giving head. Yum. He chuckled lightly, in spite of the stupid predicament he was in. He gave really good blowjobs.

In the dim light of the bedroom, Danny munched the grape very slowly. In spite of his skill, he may not be able to suck in too many more and he wanted to savor this one just a bit.

While he munched, Danny carefully inspected himself. He was on his back, bent up from the waist, the back of his head on a pillow, a pillow that smelled like Tide. His arms were spread wide from his shoulders, about a sixty-degree angle upward. His underarms were open to the ceiling. As best he could tell, the soft brown hair in his pits smelled a little funky. He hadn't showered since Saturday afternoon, before he was going out to hit the bars in New Haven with some of the other guys from the meet. Danny was careful not to overdo it sniffing the man-scent, it was definitely shower time again. His chest had been mostly hairless up until recently and Danny had started to shave off the few thin little dark hairs that popped out from time to time in the hollow between his pecs. He was due for a shave very soon.

Down below his torso, his middle was covered with a blanket that seemed to be tucked into the sides of the mattress. It was tight enough that he couldn't move it away by thrusting or by twisting his hips. It wasn't the most comfortable he'd ever been, but the blanket holding his pelvis to the bed was not so tight that his legs were numb.

He couldn't remember what kind of underwear he'd put on. If he was wearing a pair, they didn't feel like they normally felt. Looser than he usually wore for sure. Maybe they were running shorts? Were they even his? What exactly had gone on with these crazy electricians?

Danny hadn't worn anything that fit him loosely since finishing up puberty five or six years ago. The discoveries he made of his newly grown up body back then turned him on. He had a hard-on for weeks, and he was always searching out mirrors so he could check himself out. Filled out, Danny thought he was pretty hot. And if he was going to be successful at bedding every man he could in his hometown of Apple Valley, Danny knew he had to dress the part. Tight fitting clothes, including his pants and his underwear, seemed like just the ticket. Danny considered the tight clothes to be his trademark, his gift to all of the other sexual beings of the world. His brother David considered it proof that he was just a vain, incorrigible egomaniac who probably couldn't breathe half the time. Danny thought he looked cool.

Peeking out from under the blanket on the far side, Danny could see his bare lower legs, his feet, and his toes. Danny never shaved his legs. He was no triathlete. Those guys were nuts. Danny was a runner. He relied on his legs and his feet to do all the work. If he'd had to stay afloat during a triathlon, there was actually no guarantee he'd even make it to the biking and running. He smiled seeing that his toes were pink. He got a few compliments on his size nine and a half feet. He wasn't quite sure how to take foot compliments when he received them, but he just thought 'whatever.' Danny wiggled them to reassure himself they were in good working order. That's a good sign, he thought. There were metal handcuffs around his ankles. Even from this far away, Danny noticed little red ring marks where the cuffs had been pressing down on his skin. He winced. They hurt a little, but since his feet looked good at least the cuffs were not restricting the blood flow to his precious feet.

Danny's fingers seemed to operate correctly also, despite the cuffs around his wrists. He made a fist with his right hand and then relaxed it. Good enough. Then he made a fist with his left. Same little red ring marks, and they hurt too, but Danny guessed that whoever placed him into all of these restraints had not intended to hurt him, only to make sure that he stayed put.

With great effort, Danny sucked in another grape and considered his situation. Okay? So now what?

He was tied to a bed in a dark bedroom in the daylight. And apart from desperately needing to move his achy muscles around, his little inventory of his body hadn't turned up anything too bad. He didn't seem to be injured.

With a little arch of his pelvis and a stretch of his neck, Danny kept sucking away at the bunch of grapes. He figured out a system and successfully managed to suck off about a third of them. Now his cheeks were tired of pretending to be a vacuum cleaner. And he really had to pee.

Come on people, Danny thought to himself. If he was shackled to a bed, that most likely meant that he was having sex with some guy who was into bondage or control or some other shit like that. Danny wasn't quite sure what he would do if the guy brought in some heavy-duty equipment like a whip or something. The thought of it made him shiver!

But then, if Danny and some New Haven perve were supposed to be having sex with Danny tied up, where the fuck was the dude? Out getting more grapes? Out getting some hot wax? A fresh whip?

Danny winced. Yow!

What the fuck was going on here?

Danny thought back to what he could remember. It was late Saturday afternoon and he'd gone out with a bunch of the guys to hit some bars and to grab a bite to eat in New Haven. He had every intention of skipping away at some point to partake of the local Yale college boys. He couldn't seem to remember if that ever happened though.

They'd gone to some Thai place on Chapel Street for dinner and then most everyone went back to their hotel. At least the guys who were racing on Sunday went back, a few who hadn't qualified to run in the finals stuck around. Danny was the only one who actually had a final on Sunday that opted to stay out.

So he and three guys he'd just met, two from New York and one from someplace in Vermont, went to catch some live music at Toad's Place. The band wasn't too bad. What Danny remembered most about them was that the name of their band sounded an awful lot like 'Diarrhea.' The four of them found that pretty funny. When the diarrhea band finished up their set, the rest of the gang he was with said they were zonked and they left Danny alone.

Danny stood in front of Toad's Place, it was probably only like 11:00 or so. He watched the guys walk down the street back in the direction of their hotel. And that was the last thing that Danny could remember.

What happened after that?

Danny tried to suck in more grapes, but the distance from his Hoover to the rest of them left on the stems was just too great. They wouldn't budge.

"Fuck!" he shouted.

The combination of sucking in as hard as he could and thinking so much made his head hurt worse. He closed his eyelids, squeezing them together as tightly as he could, that helped a tiny bit. But when he opened his eyes again his headache was back again, same as before. And he really, really had to pee.

Very slowly Danny moved his head from side to side trying to take in all the details of the room he was tied up in.

He was clearly in a bedroom, a fairly Spartan one Danny thought, but the furniture was nice. Not exactly Ethan Allan, maybe a little closer to Ikea.

Danny smiled at the familiar do-it-yourself style of the place. It reminded him of the place he shared with his brother David out in Eugene. When the Leeman twins and their parents had first arrived in Oregon, they stopped in an Ikea on the way up from California. His parents had practically bought out the entire store, not everything could fit in his dad's truck, and so the rest was delivered. It took Danny and David almost the first month of school to set everything up that they got from Ikea. On two occasions, a piece of furniture that Danny built had to be completely taken apart and rebuilt by his brother David. Danny grinned at the memory of how pissed off David was.

He sighed. He really missed his fucking brother.

The bed seemed nice. There was a dresser off to the side with a mirror above. Because of the angle, he couldn't see himself in it though. There was a nightstand on either side of the bed, he assumed they had drawers but he couldn't see below the angle of the mattress, that was too low. There were two doors leading out of the bedroom, both were closed so he had no idea where either of them led.

A funny thing though, there was nothing else. No paintings on the wall. No stuff on top of the dresser. No alarm clock on the nightstand. Nothing. That seemed weird. Who lives like that?

Danny sucked in his breath again. As hard as he could. Trying to lure another grape off of the bunch hanging above his face. This time, they wouldn't budge. Despite his sucking prowess, nothing landed in his mouth. He sucked in again, this time he thought the back of his head might cave in. But the grapes never moved. Shit. And now he had to pee even worse than before.

Danny heard a noise outside of the door. He lay very still, every neuron in his body on high alert. The skin on his limbs was covered in goose bumps. He felt his nipples get hard.

It was another door being opened. He heard a metallic sound, he tried not to breathe. A lock clicking. Shut. Uh oh. Somebody was in the apartment. Fuck! Danny considered his options. There weren't many of them. Basically he could keep his eyes open or he could close them. Beyond that, he was totally fucked. He just hoped that whoever lived here that he had apparently gone home with was cute. Really, really cute.

Danny heard the sound of paper bags outside the bedroom. Being moved around. Now a squeak! Another door? A dungeon? He shut his eyes and held his breath again.

No you idiot, they don't have dungeons in New Haven. Or maybe they do.

No more sounds came from outside the door for another minute. He heard a toilet flush. Considering how much he needed to go himself, that was just cruel.

Footsteps. Hard-soled shoes. Hmm. What did that mean? Could it be a woman out there?

Naw. Even when he was at his worst, even when Danny had drank like ½ a bottle of tequila with his college friends, there was just no way! No fucking way that he'd ever, ever, ever go home on a Saturday night with a woman! Never, ever, ever! And Danny had definitely not had any tequila at any point on Saturday night. He got carded so he couldn't even get a beer at Toad's Place.

Footsteps again, this time without the shoes. Hmm. Getting comfortable I guess. Danny rarely wore shoes back in the dorms at the University of Oregon. Neither did David. They were roommates, of course, his parents choice. David's too, come to think of it.

The footsteps got louder. Was he coming toward his door? Danny froze. He felt his testicles ride up higher into his scrotum. He so wanted to touch himself! When on earth had he last gotten off?

There was a knock on the door.

A knock? Danny took a breath. Who the fuck would knock? He wasn't expecting anybody. Federal Express?

"Come in," Danny said hoarsely. "It's open?"

The door opened a few inches. Danny couldn't see anything through the crack.

"Is your bandanna over your eyes?" the voice asked him.

"Uh no, why? I took it off," Danny answered.

There was a pause.

"Why did you cover my eyes anyway?" Danny asked.

No answer.

"Actually, an even better question. Why am I handcuffed to your bed?"

No answer.

"Did we have sex? Was I a bad boy?" Danny smiled. This was all so mysterious.

No answer.

Danny sighed. Okay, so this was all part of the game. He could get into this. Right after he peed.

The door opened again. Slowly a figure emerged. There was a towel over his head. Danny could only see the man from about the chest down. He was wearing a black shirt with buttons down the front. Black belt. Blue jeans, loosely fitting. Definitely not how Danny would have worn them. The man seemed pretty fit. Not too thin, well built. In his hand he held a cup from McDonald's with a straw sticking out of the top. Something to drink! Yea!

"I really need to piss," Danny said.

"Right," the man said. "I figured you might. I got you a Coke from McDonald's, plus this." He held up an empty milk jug.

"Seriously?" Danny was incredulous.

Very slowly because he couldn't really see what he was doing, the man with the towel over his head set the cup down on the nightstand. Once he had done that, one hand felt for the side of the mattress and then he set the milk bottle on the bed as well.

"Why won't you let me see your face?"

"Because you can't."

"Didn't we already...you know?"

"Nuh uh."

"Really? We didn't. I don't understand," Danny said. If he met this guy in some bar and they had come back to the apartment, it didn't seem possible that the two of them would not have had sex. Why else would they have come back here?

The man was loosening up the blanket on the side of the bed so that Danny could pee. Danny watched him closely. He had nice hands. No wedding ring, thank god. He had on jeans, but it was hard to make out the size of his package from the angle Danny had lying on the bed.

"Why can't I see your face?" Danny asked. "Are you famous or something? Are you a professional wrestler? A movie star?" Danny scrunched his face up as he tried to think of what famous person he could have come across who actually lived in this part of the world. In Connecticut.

"In New Haven? Are you kidding me?" the man seemed amused by Danny's question. Now that he had moved the blanket away, Danny could see that he was wearing a pair of gray athletic shorts, they were not underwear after all. There were some letters on the left leg that he couldn't read.

Danny had another thought. "Maybe you're related to that guy from GE."

Danny pursed his lips and thought hard again. "Um, Jack Welch? Are you like Jack Welch's kid?"

The man laughed lightly, then caught himself. He shook his head. "Nope, I'm not. Do you think I'd be living in a dump like this?" The man swept his hand around the Spartan surroundings of the apartment. Seemed okay to Danny actually.

"Um, amigo, you are going to uncuff me, right? I'm a little pee-shy. If I have to pee into a milk bottle, at least let me get myself in there."

The man ignored Danny and put his hands carefully onto Danny's leg so that he could find the bottom of the gray athletic shorts. Then he slid them down over his thighs. Danny's dick popped free and he was relieved to see it. From what Danny could tell, it was all good. The fresh air felt cool against his penis. His balls hung loosely, as usual, down between the Vee of his crotch.

"Whew!" Danny exclaimed. "That feels nice."

The man under the towel grunted.

"Okay then, how are gonna get my wiener into that milk bottle?" Danny's dick was laying crossways onto his upper thigh. Being on display, even to a man wearing a towel over his head, had caused it to lengthen out a little bit. Danny looked down and smiled.

The man reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a paper towel.

"Really, amigo? A paper towel? To touch my cock? You're using a paper towel? Come on!"

The man placed the paper towel between his fingers and grabbed blindly for Danny's penis. He then placed it delicately inside the opening of the milk bottle as if he were handling a baby bird that needed to be shoved inside the top of the jug but not injured in the process. Danny shook his head. What the fuck was this guy doing?

In less than a second, Danny was peeing in the bottle. He could feel every part of his body start to feel better as he let it flow. Towel man continued to hold the milk jug for Danny.

"Whoa, that's a lot," the man said.

"Yeah," Danny agreed. "When you gotta go, you gotta.....uh, how long have I been tied up here? A month?"

"Nope, only since yesterday," the man said.

"Well, there you have it. And that's the first I've peed since yesterday?"

"Mmm hmm."

The man pulled the milk bottle away and Danny's penis scraped against the inside of the plastic as it flopped out. It appeared to have gotten a little fatter while it was inside, a fact that was not lost on Danny but which the man with the towel over his head could not have known. Danny watched as the man set the milk bottle on the floor beside the bed and pulled Danny's shorts back up. Then he tugged the blanket back across the bed and tucked it in again under the mattress on the side. Danny squinted his eyes.

"So, dude, what exactly are we doing here? I'm a little confused."

The man didn't answer. He picked up the milk bottle and left the room, being sure to close the door behind him. Somewhere Danny heard a toilet flush, then running water. Good, at least he liked to wash his hands after handling the urine of others. Universal precautions. Always a smart idea. Danny smiled to himself.

Danny looked up at the ceiling and sighed. This was definitely the strangest hook-up he'd had in a long time. Danny was strangely turned on by the whole thing. And, now that he had relieved himself, laying here on the bed on his back, he could begin to appreciate how sexy the situation was. Fucking weird! But very sexy too.

The door opened and the man walked in again. He cautiously approached the bed again, using his knees to guide him toward the side. He picked up the cup from McDonald's and put the straw near Danny's face. Danny looked at him inquisitively? But since the man still had a towel over his head, he didn't get the feedback he was hoping for.

"I'm to drink?"

"Mmm hmm," he said.

"What is it?"

"Coke. I already told you."

Danny rolled his eyes. He shrugged his shoulders and leaned forward, placing the straw between his lips. It was cold. His chest became chilled as it flowed down into him. Danny finished off half of the cup while the man held it to his lips. When he was done, he burped. It came out a lot louder than he'd intended and he turned bright red. He couldn't exactly cover his mouth, his hands being otherwise engaged. It was definitely not Danny's habit to burp in front of his tricks, at least not on the first day.

"Okay, so I'm all set then," Danny said with a smile. "I peed. I had a little bit to drink. When exactly do we fuck? I have no idea when was the last time I got off. And I, um, well, I'm a little horned out here." Danny nodded in the general direction of his private parts.

The man didn't answer. He placed the Coke back onto the nightstand and edged away from the bed. Danny watched him head back toward the door.

"Uh, hello? Amigo? I've got a couple questions here you know. And you just keep ignoring me. And you keep ignoring my penis too, by the way. That's not cool at all."

The man continued his slow, shuffling progress toward the door.

"I mean, come on! You can't just keep me handcuffed here to your bed, hold my dick with a... with a... paper towel, and then leave me alone again! I didn't even get a hard-on you know!"

He opened the door to leave, Danny watched incredulously. Why wasn't the guy sucking Danny's dick?

"A boy has needs you know!" Danny shouted.

He left, closing the door softly behind him. Danny couldn't believe it. Who does shit like this? Certainly not any guy he'd ever slept with before! What the fuck was going on?

Fed up, Danny struggled against all four of shackles at the same time. He bounced his hips up and down and bobbed his head. All he succeeded in doing was messing up his covers and digging the handcuffs into the flesh on his wrists and ankles.

"Hey!" Danny shouted at the top of his lungs. "Get your butt back in here! Right now! Fuck me like you're supposed to!"

Outside the room, Danny heard nothing.

"I mean it," Danny said in a normal voice and volume. "Don't make me come after you, cause I will," Danny's voice trailed off.

Silence outside.

"You're really starting to piss me off," Danny whispered to the door.

He signed and closed his eyes.

The pain in his arms and legs where the metal had cut him into him was stinging. The situation was shit, and he was starting to think that this was seriously not the usual weekend pick-up in Connecticut for a session of casual sex. Shit, shit, shit!

But if it wasn't for sex, what was all this for? Why was he still tied up? And why hadn't he been fucked yet?