The Five Rock and Roller Punk Studs

[Araucaria]

This was the hottest photo in the Redneck, Blue-Collar and Country Guys thread for several months in 2020, during the time we were sheltering in place to avoid Covid. Which is curious in a way, because there is no nudity, overt sexual activity, or anything suggestive going on here. But you might want to go back and look at what posters were saying about the five young punks in the photo, how they lusted after them, and speculated on what the young men might do, and what they wanted to do with them. So what was probably meant to be a stock photo for general interest articles about the problems of adjustment for young men became this hot template for inducing many JUBBERS’ lust.

I think I threw some cold water on the other posters’ imaginings, when I posted this:

"These guys are what I’d call punk/rock and roller types, a bit different from rednecks, and I’d like to propose a separate thread for these types of guys. Their ethic is to play hard, as opposed to the redneck ethic of working hard..

In this picture, these boys are what I’d call drones. Yes, they exude testosterone, but that’s about the extent of it. They don’t really pursue girls, and hardly talk about them, but they don’t consider themselves gay, either. As for their sex lives— well, let’s just say their moms change their spermy bedsheets every morning.

So they hang around each other most of the time, doing mostly a whole lot of nothing— hanging out listening to rock music, gaming, getting stoned, skateboarding, etc. You’d think an obvious solution to their collective horniness would be have sex with each other, or at least do circle jerks. But alas, these boys are just homophobic enough that they just won’t consider it. As gay guys, we look on them with compassion, and feel the ache in our hearts for their pain, wanting to go up to them and say, “Let me know if you ever want me to do anything for you…” But we never get the courage to ask, and it would probably end up badly if we did.

Yes, the second guy to the left is the hottest, and he’s the natural leader of the group. He’s the tallest, and he’d even show himself to be a couple of inches taller if he stood to his full height. These guys usually are the most attractive of the bunch, and kind of direct the action. Many of us got suckered in by these types as young gay guys craving for love. For he always talks to you, smiles at you, slaps you on the back and puts his arm around you. But what you have to realize is that he’s just playing the game of life, and you’re just one playing piece on his chessboard. He’s giving you all these signs of affection to get you to go along with whatever he wants to do, and nothing more. Suffice it to say that letting you get in his pants is not on his agenda."

Incidentally, Tumblr has since deleted this photo, despite it not showing anything objectionable. Luckily I saved the photo on my computer before they did away with it.

WHAT THE FUCK, TUMBLR?????!!!!!!

Well, I went back and did some speculation of my own about these young men’s sex lives. They look every bit the part of young men a couple of years out of high school, and still with a lack of direction, their type probably being what our Brit friends would call chavs or scallies. In the postings, the boys were referred to by numbers 1 through 5, going left to right. I decided that it would be easier to name them to keep track of them. I named them

1. Terry
2. Eddie
3. William
4. Paul
5. Tommy

Did I get them right in the story I wrote? See what you think.

 

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Boy #5 Tommy woke up from a sexual dream rock hard. Something about swimming with mermaids and seeing his best buds coming in and out of view. He couldn’t remember exactly what was so arousing in the dream. Laying in bed, the young man looked down at his erection laying flat against his stomach, its one eye looking right back at him.

Well, I’d better take care of business, Tommy thought, as he wrapped his fist around his cock and started jacking off. He thought of those mermaids, imagining their bodies sliding against his as he swam in the water. Is it possible to fuck them?

In his mind Tommy saw himself swimming after the mermaids, trying to catch them, but they always swam away. He noticed all his buddies watching him.

The young man was beating his meat furiously, all the while getting himself closer and closer. As Tommy felt himself reaching climax, in his mind he finally caught and held onto one of the mermaids who couldn’t get away. The mermaid turned and her face came into view and he recognized her as— his best buddy Paul!!!??? Suddenly he ejaculated, shooting his hot cum all over his chest and stomach.

Finished with cumming, Tommy laid back, deciding that was a pretty good jerk-off session except for seeing his friend Paul’s face at the end— or was that what made him really bust his nut so hard? Rather than think about that, Tommy wiped his spunk on his bedsheets and got up and went to the kitchen, looking for some cereal to fill his empty belly.

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Boy #4 The morning sun shone through the window, but Paul wasn’t ready to get up. He had a powerful erection, and decided he was going to take care of it. He started jacking off. As he did, images of his buddies filled his mind. He’d be embarrassed as hell if they knew they turned him on like that, but thoughts of them really got his crank running. Memories of feeling the hot breath of one on his face, or the backslap from another— these were the fleeting pleasures from his young male friends— unintentional castoffs from them, but precious drops of water to a man dying of thirst. He’d imagine what it might be like to get more from them, amazed at how his imagination turned his friends into steamy lovers.

He continued jacking off, while his free hand found the crack of his ass. He fingered his hole, gradually placing more fingers in, until he was fucking himself with his hand. He turned over, grinding his cock into the bed, as he thrust his hand up his ass, getting off on the thought of all his buddies taking turns fucking him up the ass. With a final audible moan, he felt his body spasming as he ejaculated into the sheets below him.

He lay there exhausted, before wiping the semen off himself with his bedsheets. He threw on some clothes lying around his room at random, and went to the dining room.

His mother greeted him. “Good morning, honey, did you sleep OK last night?”

“Yeah, Mom.”

She dutifully set out a bowl with cereal and milk for her son. In a few minutes, Paul would go out the door, or one or two of his buddies would come over, and he’d go with them. She hoped her boy was happy, but Paul always seemed to show a deep sadness on his face that he always tried to hide. Sure, he hangs out with his friends, but she knew her kid— now grown up— really wanted love of a kind he’d never get from his buddies. Secretly she hoped her boy would someday find a man who’d truly give him the love he needed and deserved. There was a quiet gentleness to Paul’s personality, and she wished only that her boy could be happy.

While his Mom sized up her son’s life, Tommy, one of Paul’s friends knocked on the door. Scrawny, scruffy, Tommy came in as Paul opened the door, and the two boys greeted each other. His Mom found herself hoping for a handsome man who filled out his suit with his broad shoulders for her boy instead, who’d come to sweep Paul away. A man with a powerful erection who would fuck her boy up the ass. Paul’s Mom shocked herself with the realization she had thought of her son that way. But the image refused to go away, as if to say that yes, this is exactly what your boy needs.

In a minute Paul left with Tommy to do whatever young guys do when they’re together. Paul’s Mom went back to his bedroom to clean and straighten up in there. She found her son’s fresh semen on the bedsheets, and thought about what a lonely existence Paul must have. He has his buddies, but he must make love alone.

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Boy #2 Eddie woke up with a raging hard-on. He looked down at himself with self-satisfaction, proud of his big cock. Stroking himself, Eddie relished the pleasure his hand administered to his erection.

When determined to enjoy a good wank, Eddie would play his stereo while pleasuring himself, and this morning was no exception. He put on The Who, put his headphones on so he could crank up the volume, laid back on the bed, and proceeded to spank the hell out of his monkey. With one hand he jacked himself off, while bouncing his balls between his fingers with the other.

Eddie gave himself up to the feeling in his cock, losing himself to the feeling of his stimulation. He closed his eyes, as the rock music blasted in his headphones. The young man started singing along, as he jacked himself off.

“LO-OVE REIGN ON MEE-EE…!”

He beat himself furiously, stroking his big cock and bouncing his large, low-hanging balls with the other hand, as the song played. Eddie worked himself closer and closer, and he screamed out the final note as he came.

“LO-OO-OOO-VVE!”

His semen shot up in the air, and fell back all over him, his chest, his belly, his cock, and on the bed sheets. Finally spent, Eddie laid back on the bed to relax.

Looking up, Eddie was shocked to see someone standing there.

“Mom!”

She applauded, and as her son ripped his headphones off, he heard her say

“Great show, Eddie!”

Eddie made no effort to cover himself up, since his Mom already saw everything, he decided to “let it all hang out,” as the old rock and roll song said.


“You can have breakfast once you get up,” she said.

Making a show of nonchalance, Eddie took his bedsheets and used them to wipe the semen off himself. As his Mom watched him, he picked up a vibe that she definitely liked what she saw. He felt his cock stiffen up, though he had just come.

“Oh Eddie, take your bedsheets off and put them by the washer for me.”

By now Eddie was fully hard. He took a pair of shorts and deliberately stood in front of his Mom just as few feet from her, to show off his erection. The young man made a show of the effort to stuff his hard cock into his pants.

Eddie ripped his sperm-soaked sheets off the bed and carried them to the washer the way his Mom wanted. At the breakfast table he had hard-on problems, and made no effort to hide it.

His Mom put her arms around him, said, “I love you, Eddie,” and bussed her boy on the cheek.

“I love you too, Ma!” Eddie had become aware that he did indeed love his Mother, but in a way he never been aware of before.

 

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Boy #1 Terry. The phone rang early in the morning.

“Oh Jesus, who the fuck is that?” Terry mumbled, as he picked up the receiver.

“Yo bud, It’s Rick. Say, I got the bags you wanted.”

“Fantastic!” Terry responded to his supplier. Rick [not one of the guys pictured] was just a couple of years older than him, but he’d already done time in prison twice. Rick was a big gruff guy, already bald who nonetheless was the underworld contact for the young friends. Terry usually handled the pot deals for his buddies, all of whom preferred not to deal with the transactions themselves. After all, he got practice on scoring alcohol for his friends when they were all underage.

But Terry was willing to deal with Rick. You told Rick what you wanted beforehand, go there with all the cash in hand, and then leave. Maybe make a quick check of the quality, but you don’t argue with him. All Terry’s friends would chip in, sometimes one buddy would spring for someone who was short on cash, to be refunded later, or Terry would throw it in himself. Of course that’s happened so much that neither Terry nor anyone else remembers who owes what, so they all let it slide.

“OK Rick, I’ll be right over in an hour. Let me catch a bite to eat first.” With that Terry hung up the phone and laid back down and closed his eyes. In short order he realized that he had sprouted an erection. Oh well, might as well take care of it. He beat his meat, allowing whatever images to come into his mind, or to have none at all. Terry just shut out the world and thought about nothing but what caused him to feel good.

He fisted himself, enjoying the sensation, until the semen spilled out on his hand and out over his balls. Wiping his hand on the bedsheets, Terry got up. He counted all the money his friends gave him for their weed, and left his bedroom.

Terry’s mother was waiting for him, as she poured a cup of coffee for him.

“Ma, can I bum a cigarette?”

Terry’s Mom tossed him a pack. He tapped the pack until a cigarette fell out, and lit up.

“Want a slice of toast?” His mother asked.

“Sure, why not?” Terry thought about how he had a weakness for addictive and mind-altering substances. Sure, he had his cigarettes, booze, and pot. For the other guys it was just recreation. But Terry sometimes, somehow felt he needed these things.

“I’m going out, Ma. Tell the guys I’ll be back soon if they show up.”

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Boy #3 William woke up and walked to the bathroom, still only half awake. Aiming his piss-hard cock that was so hard it ached at the toilet bowl, the young man released a powerful stream and stood there until his bladder was empty.

He went back to his room, but William’s erection refused to go down. Now it demanded sexual release. The young man made a few tugs on his penis with his hand, and then stopped. He had taken care of himself many times before, and there was something about the whole business that seemed pointless, no matter how aroused William felt physically.

As he threw on his clothes, William looked at the sort of makeshift altar or shrine he had made in the corner. It was fairly typical of the informally constructed places of worship young men often build, of pretty and sexy girls. Being an ass man, William posted pictures of young women with their prominent and exposed buttocks.

William’s ritual was to stand before his altar at times he was unlikely to be disturbed, and jack off to the worship of female beauty. But lately he found himself not just thinking of the girls, but some sort of female deity or goddess, the source of all that was female and feminine. She beckoned and commanded his worship as he beat his meat in supplication to her.

But the last couple of times he did this, William’s eyes were drawn to one particular picture. For among all the pictures of naked and scantily clothed women there was one he posted. It was a picture of four young men, frat boy types mooning the camera. He posted it as a sort of gag, thinking it was funny. But as he focused on those young men’s asses, the idea of fucking them intruded into his mind. The goddess commanded, fuck my boys as well as my girls. The intensity of his orgasm and ejaculation surprised William.

 

[highflyer99]

Great little scenarios you've crafted, mate. Imaginative and erotic. I don't see these boys as attractive, but as you said, they're full of testosterone, and you've hinted at secret desires that arouse them, and will probably remain secret forever. A highly entertaining read!

Cheers, HF

 

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BUT BOYS HAVE THEIR SECRETS...


Paul and Tommy stumbled on their way home at some indefinite hour way past midnight, thanks to the weed Terry had scored, and shared with all their buddies. Buzzed and feeling vaguely horny, Paul noticed the tattoos his friend had as they passed under the streetlights.

“Nice tats,” he ventured to his friend.

Flattered, Tommy said, “you wanna see them?”

They entered Tommy’s house, and went to his bedroom. Once there, Tommy took a joint out of his pocket.

“Where’d you get that?” Inquired Paul.

“It’s from Terry’s stash.” Tommy lit the joint and passed it to Paul. The two boys got very stoned— and very horny.

Paul looked at his friend’s tattoos.

“Like them?” Asked Tommy.

“Yeah, they’re really cool.” Paul reached over and touched his friend, tracing the designs of his friend’s inking on his skin.

“You’ve got some pretty cool tats yourself,” Tommy said, as he began touching Paul’s markings.

“I’ve got one tattoo some place nobody knows about,” Ventured Paul. “Wanna see it?”

“Sure.”

Paul turned around, lowered his pants, and showed his ass to his buddy.

Tommy looked. On his friend’s butt cheek, in purple ink, were the words “Prime Cut,” inside a dashed circle, looking just like the stamp meat packing plants use.

“Wow, cool!” Tommy rubbed his hand over the tattoo, which sent a chill through Paul.

“I got it from an old movie,” explained Paul. “Never saw it, but I really liked the idea.”

Now it was Tommy’s turn to reveal his secret tattoo, but did he dare? Oh fuck it, we’re stoned, he thought.

“Wanna see mine?” Asked Tommy.

“Sure.”

Tommy bashfully dropped his pants, allowing his erection to spring free. On it was the tattoo of a cartoonish viper with drops of venom dripping from its fangs.

“Oh, that’s cute!” Gushed Paul.

Both boys were now naked in front of each other, each sporting major wood. Stoned, Paul reached out and grabbed Tommy’s cock, tracing the snake outline, and started jacking on it. Tommy’s cock responded with a drop of pre-cum.

“Looks like the snake venom is in the wrong place,” Paul said, causing both boys to have a silly giggle.

Tommy, being just as stoned, grabbed Paul’s cock and started playing with his buddy. “That’s some good weed!” He said, making Paul chuckle.

Now Paul reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lube— never used until now, but he was always hopeful. He squirted some on Tommy’s cock, spreading it around with his fist.

Tommy anticipated getting jacked off. But Paul turned around, showing his ass with the Prime Cut tattoo to his friend. Backing himself up to Tommy, he guided the young man’s cock to his anus, and pushed back on it.

“Fuck me Tommy, fuck me!”

Tommy pushed in, and started moving deeper and back. He never imagined ever doing this with his friend, but he was so horny and stoned he didn’t care. He thrust harder in response to Paul’s approving sighs, while reaching around and jacking his buddy off.

Paul found himself feeling ecstatic. Getting his ass fucked, getting rammed by his buddy gave him the feeling that he had been living his whole life waiting for this. It hurt, but he didn’t care.

Tommy, meanwhile, encouraged, thrust harder and harder, savaging his friend’s virgin butthole. He pounded and pounded, until he felt his orgasm build, and ejaculated his semen into Paul, spurt after spurt, until he was finished.

At the same time Paul ejaculated onto Tommy’s bedsheets underneath him, being thoroughly fucked for the first time in his young life, if not thoroughly loved.

The two young lovers collapsed on the bed, and Tommy immediately fell asleep. Paul snuggled up to his friend, laying his head on Tommy’s chest.

“I love you,” Paul whispered into Tommy’s ear, though Tommy’s state of sleep wouldn’t allow him to hear it. Paul kissed him on the cheek. He wanted love, but at least he got sex out of the encounter. Overwhelmed by emotion, Paul felt tears well up in his eyes, and found himself sobbing. Oh yes, this is it! This is what he had waited all his life for! He held onto his buddy, crying for his love for Tommy, who was obliviously out in his deep pot-induced sleep.

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The morning sunlight streaming through Tommy’s bedroom window roused him from a deep sleep into a semiconscious slumber. His friend Paul’s head rested peacefully on his chest. Somehow Paul looked happier, more contented, than Tommy had ever seen his buddy. Gradually the events of last night re-formed in Tommy’s mind— Paul touching his tattoos, both of them getting hard-ons, him fucking Paul in the ass. Never in a million years would Tommy imagine this could happen. But it felt good. Man, it felt really good. And he did what Paul wanted.

Paul woke up. “Wow, what happened last night? We got fucked up!”

“Yeah, that was some good shit!” The thought that he had sex— homo sex— was just too much for Tommy to wrap his head around. After all, he had lost his virginity to his best buddy, who had in turn lost his anal virginity to him.

So Tommy did what he always does when he can’t deal with shit. He pulled a joint out and lit it, took a deep toke, and passed it to Paul. The two young men laid next to each other, buck-ass naked, getting stoned. They both got horny and hard, and the hotness of last night’s sex came back to Tommy.

As for his part, Paul felt the soreness in his rectum, which Tommy had plundered with his inexperienced but rough thrusts, popping Paul’s cherry. He looked over and saw Tommy’s hard cock in the bright sunlight, and he wanted to do just one thing.

Tommy felt Paul’s warm, wet mouth engulf the head of his penis. He gave himself over to the feeling, as his friend sucked him good. He surrendered to the feeling, as his buddy made love to his cock. Suck, suck, suck, until Tommy let go, shooting a big wad of semen into Paul’s mouth.

Suddenly Tommy and Paul were seized by tremendous hunger pangs, enhanced greatly by the pot they smoked. They threw on their clothes and went to Tommy’s kitchen, looking for breakfast.

Tommy’s Mom yelled at him. “Tommy, didn’t I tell you, no dope in this house! It smells like you burned a whole marijuana field!”

Shit, I forgot to close the bedroom door, Tommy thought to himself. “Sorry, Ma! Say, what do we have for breakfast?”

“I told you to tell me what you wanted when I went shopping. You didn’t say anything, so I didn’t get you anything!”

Tommy scoured the cabinets for cereal or something, but couldn’t find anything. Finally he found a big bag of potato chips. He and Paul demolished the bag, devouring its contents, and washing the chips down with a couple of bottles of beer. Having satisfied their hunger, the two young men went out to find their buddies.

 

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AND MORE SECRETS...


Eddie pulled into Paul’s driveway. Paul was glad to see him, since all his other friends were either busy or just weren’t around.

“Hey Paul, I was gonna go to the Boulevard Drive-in movies. Wanna come along?:

“Isn’t that where they show dirty movies?” Asked Paul.

“Shh, not too loud. Yes.” Eddie’s cautiousness surprised Paul.

The drive-in theater was in Earl Town, a place with adult movie theaters, strip clubs, “Oriental” and “Swedish” massage parlors, and so on. The boys didn’t know it yet, but there was also a gay strip club where the go-go boys freely exposed their cocks to customers who could eagerly handle the goods, unlike other clubs in the area, where the models couldn’t expose their naughty parts, and no touching was allowed. It was widely rumored that Earl Town was owned by the mob.

Eddie drove them to the drive-in, and picked a place to park close to the center of the lot, but away from the other cars. He lit a joint, and he and Paul took hits and passed it back and forth.

The movies were rather boring for porn flicks, with bullshit plots and the cameras not really showing much. Paul was beginning to wonder if it was even worth the $1 each that he and Eddie had paid to get in there.

But then a scene came on that showed a young guy having sex with his mother. Never mind that, although the woman was older, she was probably about 15-20 years too young to be the guy’s real mother. But Eddie suddenly watched intently, transfixed. The “mother” performed fellatio on the “son,” and then the “son” started eating out the “mother.”

“Oh my God, this is fucking hot!” Eddie whispered under his breath. Paul looked over, and sure enough Eddie was rubbing his big erection through his pants. Paul scooted over next to Eddie.

“Man, this is just too fucking hot!” Enthused Eddie. “Mind if I beat my meat?”

“Yeah, go ahead,” Paul answered, trying not to sound too interested in his buddy’s equipment.

Moments later, Eddie dropped his pants, making his big cock spring free inches from Paul. In a moment of boldness, Paul grabbed Eddie’s cock, surrounding it with his hand and fingers. When Eddie didn’t object, Paul started jacking on his friend’s erection. Eddie, however, was enthralled by the action on the screen.

“Fuck her, dude! Yeah, fuck your mom!”

Paul made his next bold move, dropping his face to his buddy’s crotch, and started sucking Eddie’s cock, giving him a blow job. He felt his friend stiffen and twitch, and tasted his pre-cum. He played with Eddie’s big, low-hanging balls and occasionally looked up at what was happening on the screen. It might be good to know what really turns a man on, Paul thought.

“Oh yeah, fuck her good!” Eddie yelled. Paul tasted the additional pre-cum Eddie leaked, as his buddy got into the scene, with the mom really moaning .

Finally the son on the screen said, “I’m cumming, Mom!” As he let go with his money shot.

“Ohh, fuck, man!” Eddie yelled, as he ejaculated his hot cum into Paul’s mouth. He shot so much cum that Paul could hardly keep up with it. But he made an effort to swallow, to take care of every bit of his friend’s love juice.

“Oh man, Jesus, that was good!” Said Ed, a happy post-orgasmic grin on his face. He sat there resting for a moment, and then put his hand on Paul’s head like he wanted to tousle his hair, but patted Paul’s backward ball cap.“Man, I needed that. Thanks buddy!”

Then to Paul’s surprise, Eddie said, “Well, I guess it’s only fair for me to take care of you. You blow me, I blow you.” Eddie reached over to Paul’s shorts in the dark, yet Paul had to move Eddie’s hand to where it rested on top of his erection. Paul helped Eddie out by unzipping and pulling his shorts down.

“I’ve never blown a guy before,” Eddie said, as his face went down toward Paul’s lap. And I’ve never been blown by a guy, Paul thought to himself.

Eddie’s inexperience was evident in the crude, rough way he sucked Paul’s penis, But his enthusiasm and the fact that it was, well, Eddie! More than made up for the occasional unpleasant scrapes of the teeth. On the screen was some dumb movie about a farm boy that couldn’t get laid. The only thing of interest was when two girls were fumbling around with the boy’s penis, making him ejaculate. “You wasted it.” The other girl said. But to Paul’s mind, seeing that cute boy’s cock shoot was the only thing interesting in the movie.

But Eddie was far more interesting. Paul felt Eddie’s hot wet mouth on his cock, the scrape of his beard stubble on his thighs and genitals, and Eddie’s hot breath. Paul started ejaculating in Eddie’s mouth. He thought Eddie would take his mouth off his cock, but he didn’t. Eddie proved to be a trooper, swallowing all of Paul’s load.

Though moments later, Eddie remarked, “That didn’t taste too good!” With a silly laugh.

But then Eddie started talking, sharing his thoughts, as he put his arm around Paul. They talked freely about things as the movies on the screen ended. Paul leaned onto Eddie’s chest, feeling his T-shirt with Eddie’s warm, humid body heat, and the slow rhythm of the rising and sinking of the young stud’s breathing. Then came confession time. Eddie shared that he had the hots for his mother, and Paul told Eddie that he thought he was gay, two secrets that neither boy had ever said out loud before. The intimacy with Eddie felt good to Paul— Tommy never talked this way.

Finally Eddie drove back home, inviting Paul into his bedroom to smoke a joint. The pot made the two of them very sleepy but also very horny, and Eddie collapsed on his bed. Paul saw Eddie’s erection poking his shorts out, and wasted no time in unzipping his buddy and making his cock spring free. Paul, newly confident in how to please a man, went down on the pre-cum covered head, and sucked his buddy’s cock for the second time. He sucked and sucked until Eddie ejaculated a second big load in his mouth. Eddie then fell asleep, and Paul curled up next to him.

Early the next morning Eddie’s mother opened the bedroom door and took in the scene before her. “Well, what a surprise! My boy’s a switch hitter!”

“Yeah, Mom, me and Paul sucked each others’ dicks!” Eddie surprised himself with his bold remark, though he hardly ever kept secrets from his Mom.

The remark shocked Paul, waking from his slumber.