The next few days were glorious. Every day, Tommy and I wore only our birthday suits as we kissed and licked and sucked and loved each other for a glorious hour every glorious day. We learned the delights of the sixty-nine, but always saved that for last. I remember spending much of the other hours each day daydreaming or nightdreaming about making hot, sissy love. And not just with Tommy.

Mark and Derek did not have a great Tuesday evening. After four consecutive, delicious nights of sex with pretty boy Bobby, Mark missed his lover tremendously. After the night of his life with Rickey, Derek was a bit edgy himself. As he tossed himself off in his lonely bed, he dreamed of the delights he and Rickey would enjoy the next night. Randy was doing somewhat better, having just had his young testicles

That Monday afternoon, Rickey and Bobby talked a lot about the new kid they saw at the pool. "Hes cute," Bobby told Rickey, as he lay on his back with his cock in Rickeys mouth. "And young," Rickey said between licks, kisses and sucks. "I think we could convince him to join our little tribe, dont you?" "I do, but you should concentrate on what youre doing.

One Friday, I got home from school and saw a note from Mama: "Phil will be at the house at four. He and I are going out at four-thirty. Please let Phil in if Im not home yet." Rats! I was dreaming all day about cumming six or seven times right after school. Well, if they were going to be going out, I could prance around the house most of the night, cumming in every room. I laughed at that. I stopped laughing when I heard the bell. It was Phil. I let him in. He greeted me semi-politely. I was sullen, while sneaking looks at him for details that I would use in that evenings fantasy entertainment. I offered him a beer. He thanked me and took it.

Like Bobby, Rickey Fellato was a major beneficiary of the "Thursday Accords" that Bobbys Mom, Mrs. Pipeuse had negotiated for the two families. To remind, Rickey and Bobby were free to engage in any and all acts with their fathers, or anyone elses fathers between p.m. Thursday and a.m. Friday. In return for which, the mothers were free to engage in any activity they desired, outside the home, during those same hours.

The three pretty boys took the long way home to Randys -- through I. M. Manley City Park. Though the pretty boys all called it "Alpha Park." Because of its "inhabitants." The manliest, sexiest, randiest, high-school, alpha-boys in town hung out there. Playing rough sports. Usually without shirts. Oooohh. As Randy, Rickey and Bobby approached the park, Bobby told Rickey, "Now that youre a little cocksucker like Rickey and me, its time to have you meet some nice high-school

Unlike the previous night, Randy slept very well. An empty ball bag is the best cure for insomnia. When he awoke on Wednesday morning, he awoke very nicely. Randy was on his back, chest and pubic area still exposed from Daddys naughtiness of the previous evening. Daddy was completely exposed -- bare ass naked. And he was lying on Randys right. Sucking Randys cock.

The weather was warm in early-May of my eighth-grade year. I looked forward to summer, since Mom and Dad had told me they were going to "trust" me to babysit myself that summer. Oh. I thought of the hours of sissyish posing and creamy "tossing-offs" I would indulge in. One lovely, early-May, after-school afternoon, Tommy and I were hanging out. Tossing a ball around. We laughed and joked and enjoyed each others company as we always did. Oh how I wanted Tommy.

It was about p.m. when Billy entered the doughnut shop. As usual, the parking lot was filled with police cars. And the shop was filled with policemen. Billy didnt even glance over at the policemen as he flip-flopped over to the counter. He knew Officer Friendly was there from his very loud voice. All the cops were telling fantastic in its true sense stories about their daring police exploits.

Hen Randy Youngman arrived at the pool that Wednesday morning, his attitude had evolved greatly since his first appearance on Monday. Most obviously, he wore his skimpy-skimpy bathing suit with far greater ease. That morning, he had willingly chosen the skimpier of the suits his Daddy had bought him the previous Sunday. On Monday, the virginal boy was terrified to be seen in public, nearly nude and friendless in his new town. That Wednesday, he had acquired two wonderful friends -- fellow pretty boys Bobby and Rickey -- and he was quite content to "show what he had" to the men and boys who were staring at him hotly.