When I got home from school I got a shower, and shaved, and dressed in my best pair of Dockers, my best light blue Oxford shirt, and my blue blazer and a tie. I really wanted David to be proud of me. I grabbed the silk bag with my shawl and yarmulke, and left for Davey's.

"Y'dressed better and with more care than y'ever did when y'went out with Meghan..." I thought as I drove. "Don't y'want her to be proud too?... what's with you man... what's with this sniffin' around your best friend?... y'think if y'look nice tonight he'll do more stuff with you?... you want him that bad don'tcha?... you want him Jeremy... you know you do... you'd do nearly anything he asked wouldn'tcha?... anything he wanted... you'd give yourself to Davey the way a girl gives herself to a boy... you'd even let Davey fuck ya, wouldn'tcha?... Wouldn'tcha?... WOULDN'TCHA!?

"Yes!" I whispered to myself. "Yes."

"You're gay Jeremy, face it.....I'm not!... Hell you're not man, you're gay Jeremy, you're gay......straight boys don't think about letting their best friends fuck 'em.....but I want Meghan!... Yeah, right.....you'd chose David over Meghan...you know you would man......you'd chose David.....you'd chose David......you'd chose David!..."

"Yes!" I whispered again.

For those of my readers who are of the Jewish faith, I won't risk offending you by describing the Seder and everything for fear I might get some detail incorrect. For those not of that faith, you're probably not interested. But I will say this; it was a great feeling to be part of it, if only as an invited guest. I did my best to participate and respond, and thought the whole thing was one of the most interesting things I'd ever done. When I arrived, and walked in, Davey met me when he saw I had worn my blazer and a tie, he actually thanked me for dressing up! Like I wouldn't for him! There's nothing I wouldn't do for him.

"No stud... nothing... there's nothing, NOTHING that I wouldn't do for you... and there's nothing I wouldn't let you TO do me, if you wanted me like that... I'd do anything you asked of me Davey, anything.... anything..."

The Seder itself is pretty moving, and I bet it goes back a bezillion years, and even a non-believer like me can be impressed by something like that. The food was interesting, and I really enjoyed myself. Before the meal, I met all of David's relatives who came. He has a couple of younger guy cousins who are good looking dudes. I guessed they might be thirteen or fourteen. The older one looked like he shaved, so I guessed he must have the same "family hairiness" gene Davey has! David's father told me that his brother had married into a conservative family, whatever that means, and they do things differently than the reformed guys do, so they were at his brother's house in Richmond. David told me some Jewish families are even more strict than conservative, and have two kitchens in their house for meat and dairy, which I totally do not understand, and I need him to explain about it some more. But the reformed families are cool to be with. At least David's family is cool.

Dave's grandparents were there, and his grandmother's father! So I met Dave's great-grandfather. It was awesome. He was a riot! He told jokes, and was alert and really in great health for being in his mid nineties. Davey and I were sort of alone with him in the corner of the living room, and we were just talking, and the old dude was joking around.

"So! You boys, you have the girlfriends?" he asked us.

"Yes sir" David and I said together.

"So! You getting any?" he asked. I mean awesome! Can you believe it! Awesome!

"No sir," we said.

"Ha! You need new girlfriends!" he said, and we all broke up. Dave looked at me and grinned.

"Truer words were never spoken!" Dave said to me.

I turned to his great-grandfather. "So tell me sir, is that the secret of having a long life?"

The old guy laughed, and then he said, "Absolutely! Get as much as you can, as often as you can!" and we all broke up again and I thought he was fantastic.

We three, and the two cousins, we talked a lot together. They are interested in the Civil War too, and I found out that the part of Davey's family who are from South Carolina were very active in the War, and we talked about maybe doing some research and finding out more about them. I've been wondering lately if some genetic change occurred in Southern boys after 1865 that makes all of us interested in the Civil War! Just kidding. There was a battery of artillery I had read about, that was composed of Germans, and the field pieces were supposed to have been bought by German Jewish families in Charleston. And of course there was Judah Benjamin who was in President Davis' cabinet. I am pretty curious about all this, and so is David, although his ancestors were Jewish people who came from Glasgow in Scotland. The two younger cousins, Josh and Mike, are way cool, and they were as interested in the history stuff and Davey and me. It would be great to have them down here for a while, and get to know them better.

When it was time, I put on the prayer things I had, and this made a major impact on his grandparents, who are the ones who gave them to me originally. They wanted to know if I had converted to Judaism, and lots of other questions. I just told them I had kept these out of respect for David, and they were from an important day in the life of my best friend, and perhaps I would be able to wear them at his marriage, and the bris of his sons, and the Bar and Bat Mitzvahs of his children. They were totally blown away. I mean it. I just spoke from my heart, driven by how I felt about Davey, and it had this amazing impact on these people. Micah, who they call Mike, the younger of David's boy cousins went "Dude, right on man!" And I felt great. I didn't mean to say things to impress them all, and I sure wasn't trying to kiss up, but y'know, sometimes when you speak the feelings in your heart, you manage to say just the right things, instead of getting your foot in your mouth so people think you're a geek.

I looked up at David sitting beside me, and he was looking at me and his eyes had that bright and wet look again, and my heart filled up. "If you only knew how much I love you... how much I want you... how much I want to give myself to you..." I thought. I nudged his leg under the table, and he pushed back, and we kept the contact through the whole thing. And just so you guys don't think I'm a total animal, I swear I didn't have many more sexual thoughts about Davey through that evening at his home, but I did have lots of love thoughts. I mean, a lot of love thoughts.

I'm sixteen, and I don't know how it feels to be in love, I mean I just don't. I know I love my parents, and I love my grandparents, and I love my sisters, but if you tell them this I'll find you and eat your children. I think I might love Meghan, and I know I love David. I'm still confused about the feelings I have for Katie. I mean, we've done the most intimate things girls and guys can do with each other, but I'm not sure how I feel about her. I know I'm not in love with her, at least I don't think I'm in love with her. I'm not sure I'm in love with Meghan either. I'm not even sure I love Meghan, other than as a great friend. I mean, when I'm not around Meghan, I don't think about when's the next chance I can get to be with her, the way some guys I know think of their girls. But, and this is gonna sound crazy, I do think that way about Davey. As soon as I leave his company, I start to miss him. If I could be around him twenty-four seven I would. I mean it. I'm starting to feel that way about Ethan too, and that weirds me out no end.

But lately, the love I have always felt for David is changing, and I'm scared of where all that is going. I mean, how can I want to be sexual with Meghan and David at the same time? When I'm out with Meghan, and we're making out, she's all I'm thinking about. Even though, except for that one time, we've never done anything much more than making out, I still want her and think she's a cool girl. I know the girls from Mount Lebanon are coming back to North Carolina in August, and they're already stating to talk about being with Dave and me together again, and not just once! Katie and I IM all the time, and we get pretty raunchy too, sometimes. Around Christmas time we were talking, and we started masturbating together, and we helped each other to cum. So I mean, I really like girls, and get horny thinking about them and stuff, but there's always this thing with Davey in the back of my mind too. But then, a few weeks ago, I was IM'ing with Katie, and things were getting pretty sexual, and she asked me to wear a pair of underpants for a few days, to get my smell into them, and then mail them to her. I told her I would, but only if she'd agree to do the same for me. I did. I mean, I wore a pair of tightie whities for three days straight, and they were pretty funky with guy-smell, and sent them to her. When the pair of her panties arrived with her smell in them, I got naked, and jacked off twice without stopping just smelling her in them. So, I can jack off just thinking about girls, and when I'm with Meghan, like I said, I'm thinking only about getting in her pants. Then lately I've been noticing other guys too, and wondering stuff. I've been especially wondering about Ethan. It's all pretty confusing.

But then, when I'm alone with Davey, and we're watching the porn DVD, and we remember the times with Allison and Katie, and we're hard, I want David so much that he's all I'm thinking about. It's so weird, ya know?! I don't think about any other guys like I think about David. Except for Ethan sometimes. Like I said before, I can look at other guys in the locker rooms at school and in the golf club locker room and they just register as guys, y'know? Some nicer looking than others, but basically just as guys. I check out their packages, I mean, every guys looks at other guys to see how he compares, and I notice some being larger than others, and some hairier than others, but I don't get hard or anything. But David has a totally different effect on me. Just thinking about him gets me going. There are times when I can close my eyes and picture David and Allison going at it, and it isn't Allison I see, but me. I mean, just how fucked up is that? I think about what it would be like to have sex with David, not just jacking off together and maybe someday trading a jack off with each other, but letting my best friend actually fuck me. I thought about blowing David too. I already know what his stuff tastes like, I mean, talk about sick, letting another guy cum in my mouth and swallowing it! Jeeze! But when David is with me, and I'm hard, having those kinds of thoughts seems totally sane to me. I think sometimes I must be going nuts.

Anyway, the Passover Seder and the dinner were over, and we four guys, me and David and the two cousins from Richmond, went up in David's room and sat around and talked about school and doing stuff over the summer, and sailing and boating, and crabbing. We talked about girls too, and they don't have girlfriends but there are girls at their schools they like. Joshua, the older one, was laying on his side with his head propped on his hand, and his pants were pulled a little tight across his front. I could see the long lump his cock was making, hanging there pointing down towards the bed. He has olive skin, and dark hair, and I felt my own cock starting to stir.

"Are you crazy?... he's fourteen for chrissakes!... he's your best friend's cousin... you can't think about him like that!... but he's cute!... Cute!?... CUTE?... since when do you look and other boys and think they're cute?... CUTE?.... well, he is!....who cares, he's a guy for gosh sakes...A GUY JEREMY... You're a guy... normal guys don't look at other guys like you're looking at Joshua!... get control of yourself before you bone up and make a total jerk of yourself!..."

They live near the river but don't go boating or anything. We told them they needed to spend a month with us, get great tans, learn all the best fishing places on the Sound, swim in the ocean and kick back. I got a job lined up at the marina for the summer, working on boats and being what the owner calls a gopher. Dad says that means I'll be working my ass off for peanuts, but if it's around boats, who cares, ya know? Joshua and Micah were cool, like I said, and we got along just great. They thought the job at the marina sounded perfect.

It was time to go, way too soon. It's always too soon when you're having a great time, ever notice that? So I said goodbye to all the family, and David's mother Lillian kissed me and told me what a wonderful friend I am, and how it's always like having another son around when I come over, and I should be there all the time, and stuff like that. Enough to make me blush anyway! The cousins were staying overnight with their parents and going back north in the morning. We smacked palms and beat backs in the standard way, and promised to keep in touch. While we were all up in Davey's room we had exchanged all the required stuff about each other like emails and IM nicks and phone numbers.

On the drive home, I had some pretty weird thoughts about Davey, Micah and Josh messing around, maybe jacking off together. I bet the two cousins jacked off. I'm positive Joshua does, he's fourteen and like David he's so hairy. I bet he shoots cum. I thought he was pretty hot looking, the more I thought about it. When I got halfway home I was hard, and it felt like I was leaking too, so I opened my pants, and fished out my cock and sure enough, I was wet as anything. I pulled into a farm driveway that was pretty dark and beat myself off right there in the open. My mind was a mix of David, and Joshua, and some of Micah, and Meghan, and the two Pittsburgh girls, and I blew a load into my towel that I keep in the car to wipe off the windows when they get foggy. "Need to wash that!" I thought as I zipped up. Ever notice how sometimes nothing clears your mind like cumming? Its like, "Okay, got that out of my system, now I can think about this, that, and whatever." I've never know it to fail. If I'm having trouble getting settled down to do homework, and can't concentrate, a fast jack off session will get my mind eased. Like jacking off helps when you're having trouble getting to sleep too. Y'know how it is sometimes; you're thinkin' about school, and the 'rents just yelled at ya for some stupid stuff ya did or didn't do, and you're thinkin' about your girl, and your hand sort of drifts south, and before y'know it you're hard and beating yourself off. You blow your cum into whatever you have, and then you can get to sleep. One time I thought about a ridiculous thing. I figured that there might be a 1000 teenaged guys around where I live who can cum, and even if only half of them jack off in any one night, that's 500 tablespoons full of semen! Hell, that's thirty-two cups, or sixteen pints, or eight quarts of boy juice! That's one wicked amount of sperm!

I got home, told the sisters about the interesting evening, and about meeting the great-grandfather, and they laughed when I told them about the "you getting any" comments. I went upstairs and changed into shorts and nothing else, and started finishing the French essay that I had to hand in before Spring Break started.

Tuesday school was just school again. When isn't it "just school!?" But when I got home the parents were back. And then, as they say, the sewage fell into the rotary air circulation device.

"Did you go to church on Sunday?" was the first thing out of Mom's mouth. Not "how is school," or "did you have a good time with David," or "how are your term papers progressing?" But a question about going to church. It's not as if they're all that religious themselves, but they both have it in their heads that "part of my problem" is a lack of a totally non-defined "something" that they think going to church will provide.

So I guess I need to tell y'all something about me that isn't very nice.

David, Ethan, two other of our gang, and I, got into some trouble last year with some upperclassmen. There was underage drinking, and a wrecked car. The police weren't called, thank God, because the car got smashed on Ethan's parent's farm when we were taking him home. None of us were seriously hurt, just come cuts and bruises. We were lucky. We were way beyond lucky, and generally the parents were pretty relieved.

But the fall-out was that all the parents got onto this warpath about all of us not having "direction." There was lots of talk about us "being hellions' and things got pretty tight for a while about letting us go out at night, and even being allowed to go on dates. I got grounded and so did David, and Ethan got his keys and driver's license taken away for a month! Actually, I kind of wish I understood exactly what a hellion is, and what hellions do, because I think I might like to be one. But I never lied to my Mom or Dad about any of it. I don't tell lies, at least not as a general rule. I know that with my parents it's best to tell the truth right away and get the yelling over as fast as possible, because if they catch any of us in a lie then the yelling is way wicked worse and lasts way wicked longer. So when Mom asked me about church, I told her the truth.

"No," I replied.

That started it. Dad got into it, and then the sisters were asked why didn't they make me go, and they're like, "he's sixteen, we can't make him do anything." And then everybody was getting more and more agitated about really nothing, and I told them again for the like bezillionth time that I just didn't believe in any of it.

"Christ gave his life for your salvation young man!" Mom said

"Yeah, sucks to be him I guess," I said.

Oh, damn! Oh, shit! Oh, MAJOR mistake! There was this stunned silence, and I swear, I could actually hear my parents inhaling to let loose on me. Y'know how, just before a really big wave hits the beach, the undertow goes way, way out, like the ocean is breathing in? It was like that.

Y'know how, when you seriously fuck up, parents get on your case not just about the problem right then, but they haul out this list of all your recent sins and transgressions? This doesn't happen often in our house, but it did that night. The 'rents really have to be torqued-off to start it, but that night I got the total package of crap.

Oh, man! I got blasted about "that damned pigpen you call a bedroom," and then "you said you would do this, and you didn't; and you promised you'd do that other thing, and you didn't; and you swore you'd do this third thing and you dropped the ball there too," and then "you care more about being at a Seder than about your own church," and lots more. I mean it guys, I got ripped a new asshole.

I got yelled at for not having "any direction," and then for "not taking anything seriously," and even "you haven't done a thing about studying for the SATS and writing your essay." I mean, fuck it! That's not until next fall that I need to worry about the SATS anyway. Then they got back on me about the trouble last year, and how "you didn't even have the sense to pick better friends," and how I'm "getting a bad reputation," and how I'm "irreverent about everything, nothing matters, it's all a joke" to me. Then it was how tired they were of my "flippant attitude to everything." Yadda, yadda, yadda. See? I am flippant. I can be one flippant muthafucka when I put my mind to it!

But I learned from previous volcanic eruptions like this that it's best to let it all wash over you, and let them get it out of their systems. If you argue, it's like throwing gasoline on a fire. So I had the sense to just shut up for once, and it settled down. Well, sort of.

Most bad stuff in our house has a kind of fizzle factor. My parents are too cool to hold grudges and while there's lots of yelling at first, it goes away pretty fast, and things get back to normal. At least my Mom and Dad have never hit me or anything. Oh, no. I take that back. I got spanked once when I was four and drew crayons all over the hall walls, but that was it.

Somehow they had found out about Prakesh, and asked Beth about him, and Beth was going on about how great he was, and then said, "Jer met him." And as soon as that was out of her mouth, I knew she wished she hadn't said it. I could see it in her face.

"Yep, he came to pick up Beth on Saturday morning, just before Dave and I left," I said. "He's totally cool!" And Beth looked relieved as hell. So you see, I mostly tell the truth, except when I don't. Sometimes parents need to be protected from knowing too much about things.

"Go upstairs! I can't look at you now!" Mom said. As if being banished right then was a hardship! So let's see, in my bedroom I have a PC, a laptop in my knapsack, Flight Simulator Three among other games, and wireless Internet. Oh no! What will I do first!? So I just did what I always do at night; my homework. I swear every homework assignment clones or has babies in my bag on the way home. It never seems like as much as it is when it's assigned, but doing it takes forever. Of course, I could get it done faster if I didn't stop all the time to email all my friends, and chat on IM, and phone David and bitch about parents. But I did finish my French essay.

Talking with David got me kind of horny, especially when we were talking about the weekend, and we were making plans for the coming Saturday. I agreed to go to his house to hang out, and he said to bring the fuck flick. And when he said that, with the undertone of like "it's our secret," I got major wood. Then my friend Ethan called, and we talked a while, and that got me a little hornier, and I'm still trying to figure that out, why talking to Eeth got me hard when it never had before. And then it dawned on me, we had been talking about David and me.

"Hey!" Ethan said. "Dave said you were over to his house last night for the special Seder thing."

"Yeah," I said, "It was cool. I met his great-grandfather!"

"Awesome!" Eeth said. "I heard about him telling you guys to get laid as much as possible." We laughed and then Eeth said, "So, are y'goin' out with Meghan on Friday an' get laid as much as possible?"

"Yeah, but... you know...it's not anything special," I said. "I don't ever get laid."

"Um, y'know Meghan is pretty mad about how much time you an' Dave spend together. She was tellin' JoAnne about it and JoAnne asked me to ask you if you were still interested in Meghan," Ethan said.

"Shit, can this whole thing get any more middle school?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I know man. But I promised JoAnne I'd ask ya." Ethan said.

"It would be easier t'be interested in Meghan, if anything 'interesting' ever happened in our so-called relationship, y'know?" I said.

"Tell me about it man," Ethan said. "Same for me and JoAnne if I get y'right. I mean, y'are talkin' about, y'know, makin' out an' stuff?"

"Eeth, man, you know I'm not goin' to be talkin' about Meghan," I said. "Somehow it'll get back t'her, and then all hell'll break loose." We laughed some more. And there was this pause.

"So, um, you and Dave... he said he was over your place Friday and the weekend," Eeth said.

"Yeah, major good time man. We got out on the boat and did some other stuff together. We pretty much finished the history paper," I said.

"Yeah, he told me the fishing wasn't half bad," Ethan said, and there was another pause. "Um, Meghan told JoAnne that you two were like joined at the hip, and one of y'never makes a move without the other's permission."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean Ethan?" I said.

"Nothin' man, don't get so mad. It's just what Meghan thinks, y'know?" Eeth said. "She told JoAnne, and JoAnne told me!" There was another pause. "Y'know, if it'll make y'feel better, JoAnne told me she thinks the same thing about me and Hank. That we're joined at the hip."

"Well, are ya? I joked.

"The girls think so, same's like they think about you and David," Ethan said.

"Ethan?" I said.

"What," He replied

"Girls don't understand Ethan, they don't," I said. "They want to be the center of a guy's life, and when they find out sometimes his friends are more important to him than they are, they get all pissed and shitheaded about it."

I heard Ethan let out this breath of air. "Yeah, I know," he said. "There's things I've told Hank, stuff no girl could ever understand."

"Me too... I mean... I've told stuff to Davey I could never tell anybody else," I said.

"Yeah..." he said, and his voice sort of trailed off, then he said "It's uber cool that your dad let's you go out."

"I know. I'm lucky. I had to take that Coast Guard course last summer, remember? But Dad let's me go out as long as I'm with somebody he approves of," I said.

"So... um... does he approve of me...do y'think? Y'know, in spite of all the shit last year?" Ethan asked.

"I guess so. I mean sure! I mean he's never come right out and told me he doesn't want me hangin' out with you or anything," I told him. I thought I could see where Ethan was trying to steer the talk, so I helped him get there.

"Maybe you and Hank... or y'know... just you... if you want... maybe you could come out with me and Davey sometime. I mean, even if it was just me and you it would be fun," I said.

"Oh, man... Jer, that would be fuckin' great!" he said. I could hear the excitement in his voice. "How many does the boat sleep?" he asked.

"Sleeps four in pretty good comfort, but six in a pinch," I said. "There's the forward cabin with the vee single bunks, but two guys would have to sleep together in the bed that makes up out of the cabin table and the bench seats, but it's pretty roomy."

"Oh, no problem man. Hank and me...we could take that one. Him and me sleep in one bed anyway when we crash at each other's houses," Ethan said.

"Oh, do y'now?" I thought.

Yeah," I laughed, "Dave used t'bring his sleeping bag, but the only place to put it in my room is on the side of the bed, and I forget he's there, and walk all over him on my way to the bathroom!" I said. "So this weekend I told him to just get his ass into the bed and I wouldn't be tripping over him."

Ethan laughed too, and said, "Wonder what the girls would say?"

"About what?" I asked him.

"About two of us guys... you know..... 'sleeping together!'" Ethan sort of snorted a laugh. "They already think we're 'joined at the hip!'"

"Y'know, fuck what they would think. I'm about tired of what girls think," I said.

"Yeah, me too," Ethan said.

We talked about some other stuff, and about some sports, and about the stuff happening in school, and then said 'bye. But that conversation stuck with me, and the more I replayed it in my head, the more undertones I heard. Maybe I was writing stuff into it that wasn't there. But Ethan has always been a straight shooter, and honest, and I just got the feeling that the girls might have been implying more serious things about the four of us, and maybe Eeth was trying to sound me out about stuff. I decided to open up that topic with him again. "Was Ethan trying to tell me something about him and Hank? Was he trying to tell me how he felt about me and Davey?" And then the craziest thought came into my head, and I got this mental picture of me and Katie... but I was in Katie's place getting fucked, and Dave was on the bed doing the fucking, and I was sucking off Ethan! "Whew!" I thought. "Where in hell does all this shit come from?... me getting fucked... me blowing Ethan... would Ethan let me?...I'm goin' nuts, that's all there is to it, I'm goin' nuts."

So I ended the night with a greasy hand and a greasier cock, and cum all over my belly from thinking about all the usual suspects, and still wondering what the fuck was wrong with me.


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