Eleven is a magic age. It is a time of transformation. It is a time of soft jiggley flesh diapering and toned chests being reveled under the former frame. It is a time of doors opening and new found freedoms. It is a time of explorations and discoveries. It is a time of muscles whispering just under the surface and gossamer pubic hairs. It is a time for the nebulous concept of love to take root in the tender soil of the heart.

When Donny heard his mother calling it was morning. He had slept all afternoon and all night wrapped up in a comforter. He stood on the cold wooden floor and stretched his naked body in the breaking sum light. Naked! He was naked. He had not put on shorts after... you know... doing himself. And it was liberating. He flopped his morning hard-on around and peeked down the hall.

Clarks parents were old. Like, really old. His dad used a cane and his mom spent most of her time in a walker. Don climbed the stairs to the second floor to see a sparsely furnished bathroom and three other empty rooms. The smelled of age and pine. He heard music from the third floor and followed it to where Clark was standing bear foot on a tie-die rug doing air guitar to Insane Clown Posy.

Donny had touched Clarks penis. It was enough . Long lonely nights with the urge to pull at his boyhood and no one to fantasize about. But now... now things were different. Donny had touched it. He hadnt really touched it. He had brushed it with the back of his hand. But that was fine. It was enough. He now had a friend. Maybe a boyfriend? It wasnt a proper full handed feel but instead it was

The Faits had smiled on Donny. When he arrived home his dad was sound asleep in his favorite chair. A smoldering cigarette lay in the pedestal ashtray with half the ashes still in place on the end of the cigarette. Donny sat the coffee on the TV tray and went to his room. He opened his top drawer and loosened the wood panel at the back. Out popped his seven most valuable stamps from his collection and over twenty dollars in change.

Abdul shooed Donny out the front door without a candy bar or anything except a swat on the butt with the straw part of the broom. Donny shoved his hands in his pockets and headed for home. As he passed the first ally he heard, "Stud muffin. Over here." It was Clark. He was sitting behind some trash cans trying to light a White Owl Tangerine cigar. He dropped another wooden match and puffed wildly, but to no avail. "Come on man. Over here.

Clark walked backwards as they continued down the street. He asked, "Hows it hanging stud", and he briskly griped Donnys private parts. He had done this in the wide open street. Donny had seen a few other boys do this on the play ground and he had wondered if that meant they liked boys. He figured it was more of a domination thing. Like the guy on the top of the totem pool was allowed to grab all the guys under him and the next one under could do the same. And so on. Donny thought quickly and reached for his new friends crotch but Clark jumped back and