Arch Hunter

Damien the Shy Boy

Copyright © 2020 by Arch Hunter

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Contents

1. Chapter 1

2. Chapter 2

3. Chapter 3

4. Chapter 4

5. Epilogue

Chapter 1

I was crying. I wasn’t even trying to hold it back. Normally I would but this time, it was the only thing that I hoped could save me from the inevitable.

The summer camp of ‘98 was just one week away and I was doing everything in my power not to go. As soon as it was announced, I told my parents that I’m not going and I was sure they would accept it. That’s not a big deal I thought, it was up to me how I wanted to spend my summer vacation, and the whole camp idea was near the rock bottom of my list. I wanted to stay home, hang out with my friends from the neighbourhood, and just bunk up in my room and read. Even better, I could play some games on my NES console.

Well, my parents wouldn’t have any of it. They asked me why I didn’t want to go, but instead of giving them a smooth excuse, I clammed up. On the one hand, I wanted to tell them all about the hell I went through during last year’s camp. Tell them how I was mocked and punched around every hour of every day and how I made marks on the wall counting off the days. Tell them how being away from my family for more than a couple hours was getting me extremely nervous and incapable of normal social interaction. And that I would rather die than have to endure that crap all over again.

But I didn’t tell them any of that. I was way too scared to admit the truth. Most of all, I feared being perceived as a victim. I didn’t want anyone to pity me.

So, to my undoing, I just told them I don’t feel like going to the camp this year. I could find no better argument. Of course, they knew I was a shy boy and would rather avoid any contact with my so-called school friends. But that made them want me to socialize even more.

To give you a little more background, I was an extremely timid kid. I don’t know why. Ever since I can remember, I had had a hard time talking to new people. Which meant that pretty much anyone could feel free to mess with me as much as they pleased. And with me being reluctant to tell my parents or teachers, they got away with it almost every time. Someone looking at me might think I was autistic. Once, one of the teachers asked if my parents were abusing me. They didn’t, but I could tell where she got that idea from.

Inevitably, the dreaded day arrived. I packed my bags and walked to the bus that would take us to the mountain retreat in southern Poland. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention this all happened in post-communist Poland, several years after the collapse of the Soviet Union (Poland was not a part of it, mind you, but it was one of the satellite countries up until ‘89). I was thirteen years old and it was a strange time and place to be a young teen.

I saw my classmates gathering around the bus and approached reluctantly. Not all of them were bullies, but my class seemed to have more than its fair share of them. I mostly hung around with girls, or other class losers. They were not my friends, though; in fact, I disliked most of them quite a bit, but they at least weren’t bullying me all the time, so we had an uneasy companionship.

I walked onto the bus and nervously began looking for a free seat. Soon, I found myself next to Dennis. He was one of the popular boys, but not a bully. And he was damned attractive with his slim but sporty build, dark hair and handsome face. I was kind of relieved because he was one of the few guys that never made fun of me, but was generally a nice all around person. So, off to a good start.

The bus pulled away and we were on our three hour journey. I was able to relax, which was unexpected but welcome. Everyone was chatting and in good spirits, most importantly, no one was bullying me. I even felt brave enough to joke a little and had this rare sense of belonging.

As the journey progressed people became tired and the conversations ceased. Everyone was either sleeping, listening to music on their walkmans, or just staring out of the windows ar the passing scenery.

Suddenly, Dennis turned to me and said: “Hey Damien, do you feel sleepy at all?”

“Yes, maybe a little,” I replied.

Dennis said nothing more, just made himself comfortable, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. I instantly felt cosy and got good feelings about the whole trip.

I decided to have a quick nap, too. Laying back a little I closed my eyes, but after a couple of minutes, I felt Dennis leaning on me with his head resting on my shoulder. It made me a little tense, not knowing what to do. Did I mention I was super bashful? So yeah, I was also scared of any physical contact. The problem though, was that it was getting worse. With every minute, Dennis was becoming more and more relaxed. Eventually he was almost hugging me and his hands had wandered all over me. I looked around anxiously, but luckily no one seemed to be paying any attention. I was out of my mind, distraught, but Dennis seemed totally comfortable and not bothered at all. Just sleeping there, with his puppy eyes closed, holding me like a teddy bear.

It took me a good while to get used to it, but when I did, I felt wanted, cared for, and safe. I got these feelings I had never felt before in my short life. I tried getting some sleep, but I felt too agitated. I just sat there with my eyes closed, focusing on the warm feelings I was getting from being embraced by Dennis.

He woke up an hour later and looked me in the eyes. “I hope you didn’t mind me sleeping on you,” he said.

“No, it was cool” I replied, a little nervous again.

“Don’t think I was trying to molest you, I just got very sleepy,” Dennis added, yawning.

I forced a chuckle and ensured him it was fine, although my heart was racing. He gave me his cute, wide grin, then he got up and sat straight in his seat, stretching and looking through the window absentmindedly.

It wasn’t long after when we reached our destination. When I said we were going to a camp, you must know it wasn’t an actual camp. We were staying in a cheap hotel in the mountains. No tents whatsoever. Again, I was relieved when I learned I was assigned to a room along with Dennis and Bartek. Bartek was another boy I liked, although just as a friend. It was turning out to be way better than last year already. Nevertheless, I was still on my guard and a bit weary about being around so many people for so long.

After we unpacked, our guardians took us into the town where we got some free time to hang out. There were no activities planned for that day since it was almost evening and we would be marching out for a hike early the next morning. With a small group of misfits, we strolled around the town centre, got some ice cream and talked about nothing in particular. After a while, I decided to sit on a bench to finish eating and finally have some alone time to chill and get lost in my thoughts. That was my favourite way to relax. My mind would go running wild, playing tunes, thinking of video games or visualizing I was a character from a book I read.

Suddenly, I was shaken from my trance by a harsh voice.

“Hey moron, daydreaming again?”

It was David, who was a major bully, but also a sort of attention whore. I had zero respect for him, but he always hung with a crew of even bigger wankers who followed his every step.

“Damn, how can someone be so stupid, you forget how to speak?” He said, accompanied by dull chuckles from his minions.

He looked around, pleased with himself. Luckily that remark seemed to get him all the recognition he needed because he lost interest in picking on me and they walked away.

Considering my mental state, this was more than enough to bring me to the verge of tears. He triggered all my trauma from last year and all of a sudden I felt vulnerable and homesick. I turned my head so no one could see and tried to control my thoughts. It worked at first but soon, my chin started shaking and a few teardrops slid down my cheeks.

Honeymoon is over, I thought. We’re back to my everyday hell, just when I thought this year would be different. I knew none of this would happen if I only had enough guts to fight back. That would probably have earned me some respect and saved me from being such easy prey.

Buried in my misery, I heard soft steps behind me and froze. Someone came over slowly and sat down next to me on the bench. I was still looking away hiding my pitiful state, trying hard to stop my sobbing turning into uncontrollable.crying.

After a few long seconds of silence, Dennis spoke with a soothing voice, “It’s alright Damien.”

That made me shiver and let out a loud sob caused by the mix of emotions I was feeling.

“It’s alright, don’t cry,” he repeated and gently placed his hand on my shoulder, which only made me sob again.

I managed a “thanks,” with a shaken voice. I felt a little better and started regaining my composure.

“Did he tease you and call you names again?”

“Y- Yeah…”

“Fuck him… I mean, why does it even bother you so much? We tease each other all the time with the boys. Try not to take it so seriously”

“I… I know, I’m sorry, I can’t help it… Every time someone confronts me I feel this way”

Dennis tightened his grip on my shoulder and shook it a little.

“Don’t worry Damien, you’re cool. Let’s go, they are already gathering there, we’re going back to the hotel.”

“Okay… Thanks, Dennis.”

I blinked a few times and used my sleeve to wipe my face, trying to hide the evidence of me losing it just a minute ago. After a while, we rejoined the group. I got a few strange looks, which told me my eyes must have been still red. Fortunately, there weren’t any loud comments. David and his band were standing safely some ten meters away, occupied with something else.

I was grateful that Dennis stayed right next to me as we were walking back. We didn’t speak much, but I felt he was sorry for me and wanted to make me feel better. We were close to the hotel, when Bartek, our other roommate caught up with us.

“Hey guys, I heard we are sleeping in the same… Damien, what happened, were you crying?”

I just kept my head down in silent confirmation. Bartek gave me a confused look which quickly turned into a wide grin

“Hey come on buddy, don’t be sad!”

Yeah, he was a silly and cheerful type. He wasn’t a popular guy; he had the worst grades in class and wasn’t very good-looking, but at the time I considered him my best friend because he could be so goofy and careless, which perfectly matched my silent and gloomy personality. Sometimes I would even open up around him.

Next thing I knew, he took my hand and started jumping and singing some silly song. I was not prepared for it. At first I even wanted him to stop, but his cheerfulness was too contagious. Before long, I was laughing and smirking again.

When we finally got to our room, we unpacked our trunks and put our stuff onto the shelves we had next to our beds. Our guardians told us to be ready to hit the showers in thirty minutes. After we got everything done, we laid back on our bunks and chatted for a while.

The communal showers were very crude, but clean stalls one next to another, in a large bathroom down the main hall. I took my time to shower properly and wash off the stress of the day. I finally got a little more of the very precious alone time I had hoped for. I heard boys cleaning themselves in other stalls, some were talking and shouting. Once done with the shower, I dried myself, put on clean briefs and wrapped myself with a towel in case there were any girls on the corridor. And there sure were, giggling and teasing us as we jogged laughing back to our rooms.

I reached our place and Dennis came in right after me, also with a towel wrapped around his waist. I dropped mine and jumped on the bed in just my underwear, feeling relaxed and cool after washing. Bartek was nowhere around and Dennis locked the door and dropped his towel. I gasped loudly when I saw he was stark naked. I immediately turned away, gasping for air, my eyes wide open.

“It’s alright, you can look, we’re all boys here.”

Dennis was clearly amused by my reaction. When I turned back to him, he was just standing there, still naked checking out his Gameboy. It was the first time that I saw a boy my age in all his glory up close. And it was Dennis.

He was also thirteen years old but a few months ahead of me. He was beyond perfect. His dark, mid-length, Goku-like hair was still wet from the shower, with spikes coming out in all directions. His body was slim and firm, slightly toned from playing sports every day. I was guessing he was of some sort of Italian or Romanian descent because he had a slightly dark complexion, which gave his skin a tanned look all year round. His belly was flat and a well-visible V-shape led to a decent-sized, perfectly shaped dick. His ballsack was tight and in perfect proportion to his uncircumcised boyhood, with the glans slightly sticking out of his foreskin. There was the smallest patch of very cute black pubic hair just above his penis, hinting that he was already turning into a man. Otherwise, he was almost hairless everywhere else.

I must have been staring like a lunatic. After a minute or so, he looked up from his game and smirked.

“You like what you see, don’t you?”

With those words, he lifted his left leg and put it on a chair next to him, giving me a better view. I swallowed and turned away again, unable to respond. Dennis laughed seeing this.

“Don’t sweat it, Damien, it’s just a dick, we all have one.”

I gathered enough courage to look again. I had seen naked people before, in the swimming pool changing rooms, but he was so beautiful and so close. I was simultaneously aroused by, and ashamed of, my reaction.

“I’m sorry Dennis,” I replied shyly, “I just never saw you naked before.”

Dennis looked down at himself and poked it a few times with his index finger, “No worries dude, have a look if you like.”

So I did. His penis was a bit thicker and longer than mine. Is he more a man than me? I thought. I was a little shorter and slimmer than him. I could be described as cute, but I was a typical blonde, delicate boy at that point. But at least I did have some hair down there, too.

Still looking at him, I gathered my courage and stuttered, “D-Dennis?”

“Yeah, buddy?”

“How do you do it?”

He paused the game and gave me a look, “Do what?”

“It’s like… nothing seems to get under your skin… And you even don’t mind me looking at you naked… Why can’t I be like that?”

“Can’t you?”

“No, I get too nervous. And I would never undress in front of anybody just like that.”

“I see,” he said, “Look, the only thing you need to understand, no one really has time to judge you. People are too busy judging themselves. You do you and as long as you don’t make a scene, no one will bat an eyelid. Trust me.”

Dennis finished speaking and went back to playing his game. I was speechless. This was beyond my comprehension. It made so much sense, but at the same time, it was so strange. Alien, almost. I was used to overthinking everything about myself and dreaded making simple decisions.

Dennis was still smiling with his cute face. He came a little closer, handing me the console.

“Here, want to play with it?”

It took me a little while to realize he wasn’t talking about his dick, but I managed to mumble my confirmation and took the device from him. I started the game, but was only pretending to play, stealing glances while the boy went back to drying his messy hair.

Seconds later, I heard a noise coming from the door and someone started rattling the doorknob.

“Yo guys, let me in! Leeeet meee eeeen!”

Bartek shouted from behind the locked door. I was on the verge of panic again, Dennis still in his birthday suit right next to me. I expected him to be startled or something, but he just walked to the door, the towel still on his head, and blindfolded he reached to unlock the door. Bartek stormed inside and laughed out loud when he saw the other boy with his boy cock for all to see.

“What a sexy little body you have there”. He giggled and slapped Dennis gently on the ass as he walked by.

“Fuck off, you perv”. Dennis replied, locking the door again, and they both started laughing.

“I couldn’t help it, your butt is so sexy”

I just couldn’t believe that. Thankfully, I was lying there with the Gameboy and could pretend I was playing. I was not used to anyone seeing me naked or seeing someone being so carefree about it. The worst part was, my dick was completely stiff at that point. How come Dennis’s was still flaccid? I crossed my legs to cover it but couldn’t help my face getting red.

A moment later, it was over. Dennis finished drying his hair and put his briefs on. The rest of the evening was uneventful; we chatted for a while and soon turned off the lights for the night.

Chapter 2

The next morning wasn’t very nice. I was laying in my bed awake, staring at the ceiling, reluctant to get up, feeling nervous and confused. Nervous about facing the upcoming day and the dangers it presented. Confused by the thoughts and dreams that haunted me the entire night.

When the lights went out, stripping me of any visual stimuli, my mind went racing. I saw Dennis naked. He was so hot. I started thinking about him and replayed the vision of his body in my mind over and over. I was rock-hard but didn’t dare touch myself out of fear of being discovered. I was having a difficult time understanding my growing obsession. Why was I so attracted to him? At my age I had no expectations about falling in love or getting a crush, so I didn’t question the fact that Dennis was a boy, not a girl. Still, something about his behaviour made me look up to him like he was superhuman or something. He made himself so vulnerable and exposed but it seemed to somehow render him invincible.

I quickly grew tired, not able to make any more sense of my feelings, but I couldn’t fall asleep yet, oh no. Several minutes later I realized I was fantasizing about being in a relationship with Dennis. With my eyes closed, I saw myself serving him a hot meal in the house we lived in together. He was sitting on a couch with his legs resting on the table, watching a football game on TV. I put the plate on the table next to him and was rewarded with a brief glance and a smile before his attention went back to the game. Then I sat in the armchair on the other side of the room and watched him eating, feeling happy and fulfilled.

My not yet thirteen year-old fantasies were naive and innocent, but I also felt I was going crazy thinking about such things. Could two boys be a family? Would I wait for him with dinner every day so he got fed after a hard day at work? Would he protect me and our home? I continued projecting similar happy images on the back of my eyelids for another hour before deep sleep finally fell upon me.

When I woke up, Bartek and Dennis were still sleeping. I looked at my new found crush and felt extremely silly about the thoughts I had had in the night. It was only when I saw him as a boy of flesh and bones that I understood how ridiculous my fantasies were. All at once, I felt sad and delusional, questioning my sanity and feeling even less secure about the events of yesterday. I forced myself to stop thinking about it, but I couldn’t focus my mind on anything uplifting. Instead, I started analyzing every little thing that could go wrong today. Would they bully me again? Will I fall on my face and break my god damn nose in front of everyone? Probably.

My trance was interrupted by a stirring in the bed next to me. Bartek sat up in bed with sleepy eyes and messy hair, but a huge, silly grin on his face. He whispered good morning and stood up, approaching Dennis, who was still breathing evenly, asleep on his back, his limbs spread out in all directions. Bartek gave me a mischievous smile and with a quick move, snapped the cover away from the sleeping boy. Dennis opened his eyes in shock, adjusting to reality. That made Bartek laugh maniacally and almost roll on the floor. I have to admit, I found it funny as hell, too.

“Oh you little shit,” Dennis grunted and with a single leap, pinned the other boy down on the floor. That made Bartek laugh even more, but it soon turned into screaming when Dennis started tickling him remorselessly. He wasn’t holding back at all and I was sure he was about to tickle him to death when we heard banging at the door.

“What’s going on there boys?” An adult voice called out.

Both my friends froze on the spot, wearing only their briefs and barely containing themselves.

“I want you all downstairs for breakfast. You have fifteen minutes.”

The boys reluctantly got up from the floor and we started getting dressed.

About an hour later, we were all gathered in the main hall, ready to head out. My mood was slightly better, all thanks to my half-witted roommates. It was a fine July morning too, the sunshine releasing endorphins inside my young, slim body. Yesterday was too much of a crazy ride for my liking but somehow it made me feel alive and full of expectations.

We weren’t climbing a high mountain or anything like that today, but there were some steep parts to the trek very early on. Soon, we reached a plateau - at least I guess it was a plateau - and were marching through some picturesque valleys and countryside. By that time, all the kids had organized themselves into groups and were walking in less disciplined distances from each other. I didn’t feel like joining any of them, so I just wandered along in between the groups, lost in my own thoughts. I glanced at Dennis once or twice, he was walking with some other cool boys about twenty meters ahead of me, chatting and laughing. Low-key, I wanted him to ditch them and walk with me instead but that wasn’t happening. Bartek and some others were slacking at the very back and I had lost sight of them a good while ago.

I was more than fine with that, though. I relished thinking about my Diablo warrior character I made a few weeks back and what cool items I could be getting if only my parents hadn’t banished me to suffer for all eternity.

My solitude didn’t last long because like yesterday, I was interrupted, this time by a small, hard object hitting the back of my head. A severe stinging pain followed. I looked around in time to see a small stone falling and rolling across the ground. Turning to look behind me, I saw David and his dumb minions choking with laughter.

“What’s up blondie boy? Did something hit you?”

I don’t think he was able to come up with a more creative line, but it scared the living shit out of me anyway. I turned back and started walking fast to catch up with the adults who were in the front and where I could be safe. I managed to hold back tears, but I must have looked distressed and just hoped that Dennis didn’t notice when I passed his group, advancing as quick as I could. It seemed I made it to the front without incident, but was unable to return to my blissful solitude, my heart still racing after the assault.

As I was striving to regain my composure and catch my breath, someone trotted up next to me, making me shrink, as I anticipated another hit. But it was Dennis. I was relieved, although far from ready to interact with him. He looked at me and I returned his look. He seemed worried.

“Hey Damien, did something happen?”

“No, I’m fine,” I replied, but I must have sounded very unconvincing.

Dennis looked around, moved even closer and lowered his voice. “I can see you’re not. Please tell me what happened. I’m your friend, right?”

“R-right. But no, nothing happened, I promise.”

“Hey, if you don’t tell me, I won’t let you play on my Gameboy anymore. How about that?”

I went silent. I wanted to play on the console, but didn’t want him to think I was a spineless victim.

“Look,” he continued, “you’re a cool guy and I like you. You know that, don’t you? But if you want to be my friend, you can’t be so hopelessly stubborn, capiche?”

Now he was getting on my nerves. I knew I was lying to him, but why wouldn’t he just take a hint and leave me alone?

“And you can’t be so hopelessly annoying if you want to be mine!” I burst out, annoyed.

Knowing it would make him feel bad, I immediately regretted it. It wasn’t like me to be so rude. But instead of being offended, Dennis just laughed.

“I gotta give it to you, sometimes I am.” He poked me and gave me his trademark smile that I don’t doubt could mend a mortal wound.

Normally, I would melt inside, but this time, I brushed it off because, dear Lord, I experienced a revelation. I felt my soul leave my body and become one with the universe, transcending reality. Behold, for I have been granted a profound understanding of Dennis’s emotional bulletproof vest. He allowed himself to be imperfect and had the superpower of laughing at his flaws. Of course, I had read about this in books. However, this time I truly understood it with my whole being. Two years later, when I watched The Matrix for the first time, and Neo said: “I know kung-fu”, I knew exactly what he felt.

Did I mention I had a rich emotional life? Yeah.

I felt unspeakable bliss, but then Dennis said, clearly considering something, “Look, I was thinking… I have an idea how to make you less shy, you know?”

“Huh? What’s that?”

“OK, but let me finish before you think I’m weird or something. I’m not sure if it’ll work but… So anyway, I was thinking: you said that you’re ashamed of being naked or even looking at me naked, right? So I was watching Discovery Channel once and a lady said if you’re afraid of spiders, you can overcome your fear by facing them until it becomes normal. So, bear with me, I thought - maybe we should, uhm, get naked together in the room this evening so you can get used to it, you know? And be more open about stuff… and things.”

At first, I was amused with his awkwardness which was not like him at all, but by the end, I was in a deep shock. That was the naughtiest thing I’ve heard in my entire life. How could he even suggest that… That was way too much for me to handle.

“No, I’m not getting naked!” I hissed.

“Come on, it won’t be bad. And think about how much you can gain. And maybe I will let you use my Gameboy again if you do it.”

There he was - blackmailing me again. I had to admit it worked, partially, as at this point I was already a video games addict, as I am to this day. There was also some excitement in his idea, but I had way too many reservations to let any feelings of excitement get the upper hand.

“I don’t know… and what about Bartek?”

“Leave him to me, he won’t be around.”

Great, now I had made it sound like I was actually considering it.

“I’ll see, but I don’t think I can do it…”

“Hey, take your time, we’ll talk again when we’re back in the room.”

Just perfect, now there was no way I’d be able to focus on anything else for the rest of the day. At least Dennis mercifully changed the subject to school stuff and the day finally started becoming somewhat normal, thank you very much. The rest of the afternoon was fine, even if I was still pretty distressed by the physical attack earlier. We went back to the hotel for dinner and then headed to the town where we had some free time again. I even became popular for whole five minutes after I got myself a big pack of Lay’s from the shop; the vultures swarmed me from all sides. I didn’t mind at all, I was buying them mostly for the collectible Star Wars caps and was excited to find a Chewbacca, one I didn’t have yet. For the rest of the day, I stuck to other kids as much as I could. I didn’t want to allow David to gank me again with his cronies.

Before I knew, it started getting dark and the three of us were back in our room. We chatted a little, sitting on our beds. I couldn’t help but notice Bartek was strangely quiet. He was giving me curious glances every now and then. I found it a little suspicious, but didn’t think too much of it, and eventually forgot about it completely the moment we were called to gather for showers.

In the shower, I started thinking about Dennis’s suggestion again. Now that I was naked, I felt strangely excited about the prospect of being this way with Dennis, but at the same time knew that I’d never gather enough courage when actually confronted. I considered playing with myself more, but I couldn’t focus because of all the noise the other boys were making. It didn’t stop me from feeling slightly aroused and when I was finished, I went for the ultimate dare - I left the shower with nothing underneath my towel. At this point, I was up for nearly anything and felt a strange sensation of lightness and freshness. Dennis was at the washbasin along with some other boys, brushing his teeth. I took a deep breath and joined him. Brushing mine, I examined his reflection in the mirror. He was looking beyond cute, with his wet hair, lazily toothbrushing and tilting his head every now and then. He finished first, but waited for me by the exit and we returned to our room together.

I went in first and the sound of the door being locked made my stomach go up to my throat. I wasn’t up for anything anymore! All I could do was sit on my bed, still protected by my towel. Dennis had a mischievous and somehow a little awkward smirk on his face.

“So, are you ready?”

“I thought I was but not anymore,” I replied, my eyes finding the floor, my legs bouncing restlessly.

“Come on, I’ll go first. Then you, okay?”

“Um… What if Bartek comes in?” My mind was desperate for excuses and this one was the best I could find.

“Oh, he won’t. I bribed him earlier with the Gameboy. He won’t be around until curfew.”

Dennis was clearly proud of himself, seemingly ready to counter anything I’d come up with. I was too shy to do it and what’s worse, I felt obliged to have a valid reason to back out. The manipulative little sh…

“Will it be easier for you if I turn off the light?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” Yep, I was done for.

Dennis clicked the switch and the light went off. It was virtually pitch black, with almost no light coming through the blinds. I backed up a little on my bed and shortly felt the mattress bend under the weight of another boy. Soon, his hand began searching blindly until it found mine.

“Oh, there you are,” he whispered. “I’ll go first”. I felt him readjust and the sound of a towel dropping on the floor followed.

“I can’t do it, Dennis, I’m sorry,” I stuttered, breathing fast.

“Easy Damien, I can’t even see you. Here, hold my hand with both yours.”

Part of me wanted to protest, but I didn’t. I grabbed him and the heat coming from his body made me feel a little better.

“Now, don’t move.”

After a second, I felt his other hand grab the end of my towel and begin unfolding it. I instinctively jerked my hands to stop him but he was holding me firmly.

“Shhhh, that’s alright. Remember, I can’t see you.”

I took a deep breath and tried my best to relax. After a few seconds, he went back to removing my cover. The touch of his small hand near my groin made my penis go up in seconds, but I closed my eyes and started pretending I was somewhere else. In no time, the towel was removed and I even raised my butt to help him get it from underneath me. Soon, it joined his on the floor.

That was it. I went from sitting to kneeling naked on the bed in front of Dennis, with my heels supporting my butt. My knees were touching his, suggesting he was sitting in the same position. I was covering my boner with both hands and kept my eyes closed, focusing on my breathing. A few heartbeats later, Dennis broke the silence.

“How do you feel?”

“Strange… but good.” I heard someone reply and with disbelief. I realised it was me.

“Damien?”

“Yes, Dennis?”

“I have a boner.”

“Uhmm… me too, I think.” I don’t know why we were whispering, but it felt right.

“Take my hands, okay?” Dennis whispered back and I complied, exposing myself. Then he chuckled. “You sure do have one.”

I opened my eyes to realise they adjusted to the darkness enough to see both our naked bodies quite clearly. Dennis was looking me in the eyes, smiling, our erections pointing at each other. Now that it had happened, I felt relieved and free, surprised by, and proud of, my achievement.

“See, it wasn’t that bad,” Dennis said, “You look sort of cute like this.”

“No way,” I blushed, “You’re the good looking one. I look like a baby.”

“You’re quite big for a baby,’’ he smiled, looking down at my dick which made me chuckle and turn my head away. I couldn’t believe I was taking it so well. Holding his hands, I felt he was opening himself up to me, just like I was to him, creating a special bond. We sat there for a while, in silence, examining each other’s body.

“Let’s compare dicks,” Dennis said and got up on his knees. Still holding my hands he helped me get up too. We came closer to each other and his dick was the first one to touch my patch of hair

“Yours is longer,” I giggled.

“Yeah, but only by a little. Yours is looking good too.” His dick was probably fourteen centimeters because I knew mine was thirteen.

At that point, the tension was heavy in the air. It was no longer about overcoming my fear; this felt like something wonderful between the two of us. Without a word, we started feeling each other’s bodies tenderly, giving special attention to chests and arms. Neither of us dared to go below the waist, but the electricity was unspeakable. We carried on for a while until Dennis looked a bit hesitant and said: “Sorry, I can’t take it anymore.”

He backed off a little and started jerking off vigorously. I opened my mouth wide, mesmerized by the sight of him closing his eyes in delight and pleasuring himself. I started drooling precum and felt like I could come just watching him. The feeling became unbearable and I grabbed my dick with lust. We were looking at each other and wanking like there was no tomorrow. It lasted fifteen seconds or so before Dennis lay back on the bed moaning, and shot three jets of cum onto his belly. The sight triggered my own orgasm. I was blinded by the most intense feeling I’ve ever experienced.

Coming down from the climax, we looked at each other and chuckled.

“Wow, that was something,” he said, panting.

“Yeah… look at what we’ve done,” I examined my sperm-covered hand.

“Hold up, I’ll clean us up.” He took his dirty t-shirt and wiped the cum from my hand and my dick. Then he turned it inside-out and cleaned himself. How was he planning to explain that to his mom? I didn’t want to know.

Exhausted, we sat on my bed side by side, resting against the cold wall, in silence. For me, it was a whole new feeling. The shame wasn’t there anymore. Time froze, measured only by our calming breaths. Dennis turned his head to face me and I did the same. We looked deeply into each other’s eyes and I felt I cared for him even more. Silently he put his hand on my lap and I covered it with mine.

For once, life was good.

Chapter 3

I took more time than usual in the bathroom this morning. I made sure I reached every part of my mouth with the toothbrush. I examined my face in the mirror, looking at myself in a whole new light. I saw a boy who apparently was wanted and cared for. For the first time in my short life, I felt that I cared for myself. I examined my chest and my arms. While rather slim and petite, I wasn’t frail. I hated group sports, but I loved biking and swimming. I was good at dodgeball, too. Well, not bad, at least. I was good at the dodging part, not so much at throwing the ball. But I was able to avoid the ball forever, until the rest of my team eliminated the otherside. When it came to football or basketball - there was no point in dodging anything, so I was useless. Nobody ever wanted me in their team and I can’t blame them.

I noticed someone had left some hair gel on the sink. Making sure nobody was looking, I took a little with my fingers and started shaping my hair, to look good for Dennis.

Dennis. Last night, the time we spent together was limited. The curfew was approaching and we knew Bartek would be back anytime soon. We eventually put on our briefs and Dennis went back to his own bed. When Bartek returned, it was my turn to play on the Gameboy. After all, this was what it was all about from the start, right? Right. And even though I had been looking forward to playing, I couldn’t focus on it at all. Any pleasure coming from the game was nothing in comparison to… to that other pleasure.

There was something more to what we did last evening. I may have been naive, but I wasn’t dumb. We did adult stuff and it wasn’t just fondling ourselves; it was emotional and special, at least it was for me. I didn’t feel abused and neither of us turned it into a joke. It was serious and I liked serious. And I wanted to be wanted.

When I achieved the desirable result with my hair, I put my shirt on which ruined it again, so I was back to square one. Eventually, I got it right and made a few smart poses in front of the mirror before heading back to our room.

The door was slightly ajar. I stopped, hearing the muffled voices of my roommates.

“What? Again?” Bartek was asking.

Whatever they were talking about, he didn’t sound very happy.

“Yes, and you’ll have the Gameboy all to yourself. For the entire evening,” Dennis explained, with a little impatience in his voice.

“What are you two doing in here anyway that you don’t want me to see?”

“I told you yesterday. The deal is you don’t ask any questions and you get to play all you want. It’s no big deal.”

“Alright, geez, if you don’t want to hang out with me then just say so.” Bartek seemed a bit offended.

“It’s not that. I promise. We can hang out all the rest of the day, if you want.”

At that point, I was convinced Dennis would grow up to become a great lawyer or police negotiator. His grades were mediocre, but he had this talent to get people do what he wanted. Or maybe, it was just his talisman, his magic wand, the Gameboy. Well, as of recently I was more interested in the other magic wand he had and apparently, I was about to see it again this evening. My heart skipped a beat at the realisation.

I heard footsteps coming from the corridor behind me so I decided it was the right moment to interrupt. I walked into the room as casually as I could. I reminded myself not to make puppy eyes at Dennis, but I felt I was looking good and a part of me wanted him to notice.

However, even if he did, he didn’t show it. I convinced myself it was because we were not alone and scolded myself for being desperate for attention. Keep it cool Damien, you’re not a baby. Dennis said so. Shit, I’m hopeless.

Breakfast was warm milk with soggy corn flakes which I detested. Today we were supposed to be going on a boat trip and I was seriously worried if I could hold everything I was feeling inside me until dinner time.

We set off right after breakfast and as Dennis promised, we actually hung out together with Bartek. Problems were forgotten and we chatted animatedly about all sorts of stupid things. It was almost unnatural how much fun we were having. At school, Dennis and his crew would never pay attention to us losers, but here we were, joking like old friends.

In less than thirty minutes, we reached the harbor by the river. The arrangements were made, and small, six-seat rowing boats were to take us to the neighbouring town, which was not far away. The river flowed through some amazing canyons, so everyone was quite excited. We went to the end of the queue, close to each other so that the three of us could be in the same boat. As time flew by, we watched the boats take off one after another with small groups of kids inside. When it was our turn, I was right behind my friends, but after Bartek got in and then the harbor clerk blocked my way.

“This one is full, wait for the next.”

My face went green, then white, but before I could protest, their boat was on its way. I only managed a short eye contact with Dennis at the last moment. He was looking worried and disappointed. But I really knew I was out of luck when I looked behind and saw there were only four people waiting with me and three of them were David and company.

All hope was lost. It no longer felt like the real world, but rather like a scripted attempt to make my life a living hell. They didn’t pay me any attention at first, but I had no doubt I was a dead boy. I had to spend the next thirty minutes or so in an enclosed space with David. I started contemplating the ways out and jumping into the river seemed like a viable plan B.

Two minutes later, we climbed into the boat. We were seated on the sides of the boat facing each other, and the oarsman was at the bow, facing away from us. Another boy and I were sitting in front of my three tormentors. I didn’t know what they were up to and I looked away, contemplating the water. I knew I had to endure this little episode and I’d be back to safety in no time. And there was an adult right next to us, so I was going to make it.

Just when I thought it was going to be fine, I felt something bounce off my forehead and land on the deck. I gave a side glance to David. They had opened a bag of sunflower seeds and made me a target for the empty shells. They weren’t abusing me verbally, so as not to risk being heard by the oarsman, but they didn’t need to. I was on the verge of tears, the third day in a row. With each projectile hitting me, I was breaking. What would Dennis do, I asked myself? I was supposed to be able to handle such situations by now, why couldn’t I keep it together? Should I ask the man for help? And what would he do, even if I did? Beat them up? It was hopeless and all the confidence I had taken so long to build up was gone. I did nothing. I only asked myself what would end first - the trip, or their snack bag. My will to live was long gone.

We arrived some thirty minutes later and when I stood up, dozens of empty shells spilled from me like dead leaves from a tree on a windy day. The brutes laughed at me and left the boat. When I felt solid ground under my feet I was relieved, but I knew the trauma would stick with me for the rest of the day. At least they didn’t beat me or call me names. Otherwise, I would surely have flooded the deck with my tears and sunk the boat.

When I saw Bartek and Dennis, I ran to them for shelter.

“There you are,” Dennis said, “I saw who you ended up with. Did they do anything to you?”

“No…” I said and Dennis gave me the look. “… Alright, alright, yes. They were throwing empty sunflower shells at me the whole trip.”

“Son of a… I’ll slap his ugly face.”

“No, please don’t. I know I can handle it. I just wasn’t ready today… I was very sad to see you go without me and they just caught me off guard. I think I can handle them, I promise.”

“He deserves a beating anyway. I’ll just wait till no one is around and I’ll smack him like the bitch he is.”

“Dennis, please. Just don’t do it because of me. Give me one last chance. They will never leave me alone if I can’t stand up for myself.”

“… Okay, but if I see them again trying funny shit then God help them.”

I had no choice but to leave it at that for now. I was still mad at myself. I really thought I could handle this stuff better, but when actually confronted I felt like a little child again. Maybe I was a baby all along and it was about time to accept it. My therapy of choice was to hang out with my roomies again. Cracking one joke after another helped me shove the problems aside for now.

We were in yet another Polish tourist mountain town - with beautiful natural landscapes, swift brooks glittering in the sun and clouds hanging just above the roofs. Charming wooden cottages contrasted with depressing communist blocks of flats on every step. In the distance, I saw a general store and suggested we go get a snack. In truth I was thinking about getting myself a new Star Wars Tazo. We walked in and I asked the clerk to give me a big pack so I could share with the boys. Back outside, I almost bumped into David and his minions.

“Look at the blondie boy, all excited about his nerdy baby toy,” David mocked me. He didn’t see Dennis who was just coming out of the store and challenged him.

“So what if he’s excited? Mind your business, asshole.” That really surprised David. He must have thought I was by myself and he could have his way with me. I saw his confidence slip away and his reply came rather nervous.

“How come you’re hanging with those dweebs now, Dennis? You want to get herpes?”

“You’ll have herpes up your ass if I see you pick on them again! Get lost, you sack of shit.”

“That’s what I wanted to do anyway. It is clearly contagious.” David managed to keep his head up, but seemed very eager to be on his way. Bartek was the first to speak once they vanished.

“Wow, that was harsh.”

“He’s all talk and no action, one punch and he’ll be crying on the floor. And his buddies would be long gone before his head hit the ground.”

Dennis seemed pretty pissed. But he was right. I don’t think I ever saw David in a real fistfight, like with someone his size or who could defend himself. He was only ever picking on the weaklings. Like a wolf, cornering a deer with his pack. Dennis in turn… to me he was like a trained hound, ready to take on anyone by himself. I was so proud he called me a friend and so happy to have him as a protector. I had to force myself not to worship him here and now with my watery eyes. But the angel on my shoulder kept telling me that it wasn’t his fight and that he shouldn’t be taking risks for me. After all, none of this would happen if only I could stand up for myself.

“Thanks, Dennis,” I said. At least I could let him know I appreciate him being here.

“Don’t mention it. Actually, I’ll go after them. I’m too pissed now.” I had no doubt he was serious.

“Dennis, please, no. Let’s go somewhere else. Don’t beat him, you’ll be in trouble.”

“I won’t beat him, I just wanna talk. You two go back and wait for me, I’ll be there soon.”

There was no negotiation. I started saying something to convince him but he was already moving away fast.

“Come on,” said Bartek, “he can handle that.”

Sad, yet resigned, I followed Bartek back to our meeting point. We sat on a bench and I opened the chips pack I was carrying. I rummaged a little in search of a Tazo and opened it impatiently.

“Look! It’s Bobba Fett! I’ve been looking for that for ages!” I exclaimed.

“Good for you Damien, but can I have some chips now?”

“You can have them all as far as I’m concerned. Bobba. Fricking. Fett.” David was right, I was the biggest nerd on the planet. And for the moment, the happiest one, too.

Bartek also seemed happy enough, devouring my red paprika Lays.

“Hey, leave something for Dennis, alright?” I scolded him.

“You said I can have them all, didn’t you?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, I did, but I changed my mind. I want him to have some too.”

“Ah, right, he’s your new best friend after all. Don’t worry, I will leave some.”

“Why are you calling him my best friend? He hasn’t been talking to me at all until two days ago.”

“Maybe, but yesterday he wanted you all to himself for some reason. And he made me leave you two alone again today.”

“Oh, that…” I wasn’t ready to talk about it.

“Yeah, that. What are you two doing in there anyway?”

“Uhm, nothing, really. I can’t tell you exactly.”

“Why?” He asked and looked at me suspiciously.

How in the world could I answer that without letting out what was going on? And what, apparently, might happen again today.

“Uhm, because… because he said he won’t let me play with his Gameboy if I tell anybody.” Smooth! Nice save, Damien.

“That’s what he’s telling me whenever he wants something. The manipulative little shit…” That made me laugh uncontrollably.

“It’s exactly what I thought about him yesterday,” I chuckled.

“Is it? So what did he make you do?” Bartek jumped with excitement, like he was onto something again.

“Oh come on! I really can’t tell you. Please stop asking. Maybe I’ll tell you later.”

I stood my ground. Everything that happened between me and Dennis had to remain a secret. It would be the end of me if word got out. Meanwhile, Bartek was asking questions and it didn’t look like we could get rid of him that easy. At least the Gameboy was keeping him at bay, for now.

I thought he was about to go on nagging me forever, when we saw Dennis approaching from the distance. He was looking quite chirpy when he sat next to us and reached for a fistful of chips.

“So? What happened?” Bartek asked.

I admit I’d rather not know.

“Nothing, I didn’t find them. But I saw two dogs screwing in the middle of the street which was funny.”

“You let them go because you saw two dogs going at it?”

“Yesh,” he replied, munching.

“Right. Nevermind. Let’s go. I think it’s dinner time.”

We met up with the whole group and went to a local bar. We browsed the menu for fancy stuff, but it turned out we could only get chicken broth with noodles and pierogi. Which probably would have been my choice anyway, so whatever. Stuffed, we all gathered near the town square, waiting for the bus to take us back. I found an empty seat and Dennis soon joined me.

We enjoyed the view in silence for a while, until Dennis poked me.

“So, I wanted to talk to you earlier, but there were always people around.”

“Yeah, about what?” I pretended to be clueless and watched him with delight, getting all awkward and shy .

“You know, I think it worked pretty well yesterday. You weren’t so shy about your body anymore. But you remember the Discovery Channel show I was telling you about? So yeah, the woman also said that it takes a long time to actually overcome your fear and… Uhm… that one session may, like, not be enough? So, what I’m trying to say is… I thought that since we are still here and…”

“Alright, I want to do it,” I cut him short, mercifully.

“Really? Oh, that’s cool because, you know, it worked for you so well and I think…”

“Yes, Dennis, it worked miracles. Let’s do it again.”

I placed my hand on his lap discretely and he grabbed it, smiling. He seemed adorably oblivious of the fact that I was a few steps ahead of his clumsy plot. It felt weird to be the confident one with Dennis, but I had been preparing myself for the conversation the whole day.

“Yeah, uhm… I’m happy I can help.” He squeezed my hand a few times and I had to fight myself not to hug him right there. “So, yeah, I will ask Bartek to leave us again after showers, right?”

I considered telling him that I overheard their conversation that morning, but decided against it and played along.

“Yes Dennis, please ask him. The plan worked fine yesterday.”

“A… Alright, I will when we’re back in the hotel,” he stuttered.

He was probably expecting more resistance from me.

The feeling was really weird. And Dennis was saying the truth, the session yesterday helped. But most of all, my relationship with the boy changed and I felt like I understood him better with every moment. I knew very well the “therapy” was only an excuse, but I had no idea where he was going with it. Why was he so different when we talked alone? My anxious mind would probably have suspected some foul play, but he protected me in public, risking his reputation and possibly getting in serious trouble.

“So, you like Star Wars?” He asked, after a moment of silence.

“Yeah. Do you?”

“Well, I watched it this year for the first time. I think I liked it.”

“Cool! Look what I got,” I beamed and showed him my Bobba Fett foundling.

“Oh, cool. I remember that guy. Never said a single word and then got eaten but this giant, sabertooth turnip in the ground, right?”

I laughed, “Yeah, the giant turnip dude, that’s him.”

We talked about similar stuff for the rest of the ride and it was awesome. Was I one of the cool guys now? Or did HE get demoted to a lousy nerd? Time will tell. Back at the hotel, I added my precious Bobba Fett to the album (yes, I got myself the official album and carried it everywhere) and admired my collection for a while. I had forty-six out of fifty caps. It was starting to look really good. I didn’t know anyone who had as many as I did.

Fast forward to the showers. I got a little nervous. I thought that maybe for once in my life I had something under control, but now the feeling was slipping away from me with every second. I still took extra care to get myself clean, paying special attention to the private parts. Grinding my teeth, I wore nothing under the towel again and met Dennis outside the bathroom. Next thing I knew, we were in our room and the sound of the door lock worked like a trigger, making me tense up. I turned around and Dennis was right behind me, only in his towel.

“So… you ready?”

I wasn’t ready, I felt conflicted and hated myself for that.

“Uhm, Dennis, could we do it like we did yesterday?”

“You mean on the bed? Or with the lights turned off?”

“Uhm… both.”

“Okay cute boy. Get in there.”

Dennis switched off the light and I sat on my bed, feeling insecure.

“Actually, I want to see better this time,” he said, and without asking me, opened the window wide.

The moon and the stars gently illuminated the room and I could clearly see him drop his towel on the floor. I was rocking on the bed, a little nervous.

When he joined me, already naked, he asked: “Want me to help you with it again?”

“N… no,” I said and reluctantly removed my towel.

Now we were both nude and I was hoping Dennis would come up with something to put me at ease.

“So, is it easier than yesterday?” He asked.

“Yes, but the Discovery Channel lady was right, it still feels awkward…”

“Let me try and…” He moved closer, our legs intertwining, our dicks mere centimeters away. Then he took my chin, looked me in the eyes and said: “It’s ok.”

I nodded. Soon our hands were touching, exploring and at one point even pinching. Every now and then, we looked at each other to check if we weren’t causing any pain or discomfort. His hands moved lower and he started massaging my thighs. If we weren’t fully hard earlier, now we definitely were.

The next time our eyes met, Dennis asked: “Can I?”

I closed my eyes and nodded. His hands went slowly up my legs and I gasped when he touched my sensitive balls, that retracted a little on contact. The right hand went even higher and gently wrapped around my dick. I opened my eyes and watched him slowly caress and stroke it. I forced myself to keep eye contact, but my vision was blurred. That was the first time someone touched me down there and the feeling was unimaginable. Every time my foreskin slid up or down my glans, it sent electric jolts along my spine. I was struggling to keep my head straight.

It took me a few minutes to realise I was being selfish, but before I could reach down to return the favor, Dennis let go of my dick and gently pushed me back on the bed. I laid on my back, fully accessible and vulnerable. Dennis surveyed my nakedness for a while and then the boy’s mouth went straight to my penis. I supported myself on my elbows and watched as his head went bobbing up and down, sending me straight to cloud-nine. I started gently pumping my hips to match his rhythm and it felt even more amazing. He was gentle enough to make it last, but eventually, I felt my orgasm building.

“Dennis… stop… I’m almost cumming… let me do you now,” I whispered between breaths.

“Okay Damien, you sure you want to?”

“Yes. Please,” I almost begged.

Still on my back, I was about to switch positions, but he was faster again. He went on his knees and aimed his dick at my mouth.

“I will put it in now, okay?” He asked before proceeding. I just nodded, inviting him. I wasn’t one hundred percent positive about what was going to happen, but I was up for it no matter what.

Dennis was clearly very horny, but somehow managed to stay chivalrous and ask me for permission. At first, he went in very slowly and not too deep. The feeling and taste of his penis in my mouth was something completely new and at first, I was on the fence about whether I liked it. At least until about thirty seconds later, at which point I was all on board, overjoyed with pleasuring him. He was sliding his dick in and out of my mouth and moaning with every push. Meanwhile, I was learning to keep my teeth away and to put my tongue to good use. Every time I heard him moan louder, I made a mental note to give him more of the same. I couldn’t see his face, but he seemed to enjoy it a lot. After a few minutes, he started pumping faster and deeper. My mouth got a bit tired by then and I wasn’t sure if could do it for much longer. Fortunately, Dennis suddenly backed off, and with his eyes closed, started jacking off, sitting on my legs. I immediately knew I had to act fast. I took his hand away and replaced it with mine, doing him as fast as I could. His surprise only lasted a heartbeat and in a while, we were masturbating each other with passion.

This time I came first. I got an overwhelming feeling from everything we had done and came all over his hand and my belly. He was only five seconds behind. He moaned loudly, coated my groin area with his sperm and collapsed on me, breathing heavily.

We laid there, with our eyes closed, motionless and happy. His firm boy body resting on mine was everything I needed. The small discomfort coming from the sticky wetness between our bellies was shoved deep into subconsciousness.

An eternity later, Dennis raised himself up enough to look me in the eyes.

“That was so great. Thank you, Damien,” he said and placed a kiss on my forehead.

I just smiled and rubbed his dark hair with my dry hand. “You’re welcome. And thank you… For the therapy.”

“Oh yeah, the therapy. No problem. I had a feeling it would work.”

We finally got up and Dennis used his today’s t-shirt to get us clean. I didn’t want to say it out loud, but I knew he was in for a heavy questioning back home. Once clean, we got back to bed.

“Dennis?” I asked sitting naked next to him.

“Yeah, buddy?”

“Uhm, I know it’s not possible but it would be cool to, like, sleep together in one bed. It feels cozy when we’re like this.”

“Oh, yeah that would be cool. But I don’t think we can keep Bartek off for the night.”

“I know, I just thought maybe one day…”

“Hey, we still got like thirty minutes before he’s back, wanna snuggle?”

I smiled at him and a few moments later he was laying on his back with me snuggled against his side, my head resting on his chest. I loved having his body so close. I was painting pictures on his chest and belly with my finger, trying to memorize every inch of his skin. I gave a little scratch to his pubic hair, amazed by its softness. He scratched my scalp in return.

“Dennis?” I asked sleepily.

“Yeah, Damien?”

“You’ve been really good to me. No one usually cares for me the way you do.”

“Sure, you’re my friend, right?”

“Yeah… you’ve been a real friend and I thank you for that… Uhm, Dennis… Have you done it before. Like with someone else?”

“No buddy, I don’t think so. I’m as new to it as one can be. But whatever helps you with your shyness, y’know?”

“Yes, Dennis…” I smiled.

…Whatever you say.

Chapter 4

The next morning after breakfast, we found ourselves on the road again. The weather had been fine for the entire stay so far, but let me tell you, that day was scorching hot! The bus didn’t have any air conditioning and even though all the windows were open, the lethargy was taking its toll on everyone. What’s worse, I was experiencing a food coma after eating scrambled eggs with sausage and was dozing off on Dennis’s shoulder. The moving bus felt like a giant cradle and I was having weird dreams, mixed with flashbacks of yesterday.

Our after-sex snuggles were the last remarkable event of the previous evening. Eventually, I had to tell Dennis to go back to his bed, which felt like saying goodbye to him at the airport, knowing he won’t be back until Christmas. One more thing that happened was when Bartek came back to the room and turned on the light. He was putting the Gameboy away and stopped, staring at the cum-covered t-shirt on the floor. The one we forgot to get rid of. He looked like he was about to say something, but he went straight to bed, giving us perplexed looks. Was it so obvious? I hoped not.

We woke up early, the heat blazing in through the open window. The plan for the day was to climb the highest mountain in the area. It was only sixteen hundred meters high, but we were positive we would all be toast well before we could get there. As we gathered in the main hall, ready to go, one of our guardians stepped out and cleared his throat.

“Hey gang, you’re probably thinking it is way too hot today for climbing, and you’re right. I’d like to announce there’s been a change of plan and we’re going to the lake instead.”

I think he wanted to say something more, but he was deafened by excited teenage screams. Excited and relieved, we left the building in high spirits.

Dennis nudged me gently to wake me up and I realized the bus had come to a stop. It took me a few seconds to remind myself where I was and what was my name, but soon we were out in the sun again.

We found ourselves on a parking lot with a view stretching out to the lakeside. It was a big lake, dotted with sailboats and even some motorboats. There were mountains on the far side of the lake, creating an impressive view. After a few minutes, we were all on the beach. The sand on the shore was fine and clean, but hot like fuck. I felt like it was melting the soles of my shoes and burning my poor, delicate feet. Fortunately, a small cliff nearby was casting some shadow and that’s where we went.

It was a typical tourist place; with some food booths, a bar, water equipment rental, and a few other similar facilities. Luckily, there weren’t many people except for us. It seemed the weather was too unforgiving and it was wiser to stay at home. I reckon we were not wise, but neither did we ever claim to be. I had sworn to stick to Bartek and Dennis for the entire time. I desperately wanted this to be my first day without being kicked about.

We found a nice spot just by the water and spread out our blankets on the sand. We undressed and wrapped ourselves with towels to change into our swimming trunks. Bartek left to find a toilet and I searched my backpack for the sunscreen.

“Hey Dennis, will you help me put on sunscreen?”

“Sure, buddy.”

He carefully covered my skin with a thick layer of sunscreen, giving me a few playful tickles while rubbing near my sensitive areas. Then I did him. I was working on his legs when Bartek came back.

“Guys, can I use your sunscreen? I forgot mine in the room.”

We shared a knowing look with Dennis and attacked Bartek from both sides. I was greasing his front while Dennis got him from behind.

“Argh, stop… Ack, I can do it myself… Ouch!” He almost jumped when I applied cold cream near his armpit.

“It won’t hurt as much if you stop moving!” Dennis said, making sure his neck got oiled.

After a while, we were good to go. We splashed with the other kids near the shore and tossed a beach ball for a while. I was having fun but then my eyes landed on the watersports rental place I saw before.

“Guys, do you want to check what they have there?” I asked Dennis and Bartek.

They shrugged and followed me. Indeed, they had a pretty wide choice of equipment, mostly inflatable stuff for kids, but also kayaks and boats. My eyes fixated on the lilos. Dennis must have noticed them too, because he approached them and turned back to us.

“Let’s get three of those and swim to the middle of the lake?”

“Okay, Dennis let’s get them, but promise me we won’t go too far.” I only pretended to be concerned and was actually pretty excited.

We each got one when Bartek said: “You go, guys. I’ll pass.”

“Wait, what?” Dennis asked, “why?”

“Uhm… I can’t swim, alright? I don’t want to be that far out when I fall off this thing.”

“Come on, we’ll save you if you fall in. And Damien will give you mouth to mouth resuscitation. Am I right?”

“Ewww, better just let me drown then. No, I’m serious. You go lovebirds, and I’ll go play with the rest.”

I hesitated for a moment at his remark, but decided it would only make him more suspicious if I got triggered.

“Alright, suit yourself. Come on, Damien!” Dennis said.

And off we went. We stepped into the water, which was quite cool by the way, and climbed onto our airbeds, lying on our bellies to better steer. It took me a while to get the thing moving, but eventually, we increased our distance from the land. We floated for a while next to each other. When we stopped and turned around, we saw we had left the rest of the group quite far behind us, but we could still clearly see them playing ball and splashing around.

“Hey Dennis,” I said looking at the other kids playing, “don’t you think that Bartek is onto us?”

The thought was lingering in the back of my head and I felt relieved to say it out loud. But Dennis seemed unconcerned.

“Nah, he’s too dumb. I mean, I love him, but he won’t connect the dots.”

“I’m not so sure. He’s been asking me a lot about what we’re doing and all.”

“Don’t worry about it. Anyway, we’re not doing anything bad, are we?”

“I didn’t say it was bad but…”

“Hey Damien, grab my hands, I have an idea.”

I was a little annoyed by this abrupt change of subject, but I couldn’t say no to him. I was missing his touch and I wanted him around all the time. Lying on our bellies, we paddled towards each other and our hands connected.

“Okay, now do what I do,” Dennis said, and started kicking the water gently, giving us slow rotation.

I mimicked him and soon we were spinning with our legs kicking outwards and our hands in the center of the circle. I was bloody sure this was extremely symbolic and subtly portrayed our special relationship, but I couldn’t find the right words. I was too happy looking into his smiling eyes and sharing yet another stupid moment.

I realized how much was still unspoken between me and him, and yet we seemed to be getting closer with every day. I had to admit, I liked it even better like that. Words are fine and all but even the most beautiful ones carry the burden of inflated expectations and jealousy. Beautiful words can force you into commitments you’re not ready to make. And, like in that Depeche Mode song some radio stations liked to play ten times a day, they can only do harm. Without words, everything is exactly what it is, no less, no more.

After a while, Dennis got a little more serious and looked me in the eyes. I felt his hands squeeze mine tighter and he started pulling me closer. Our faces were just inches apart when we heard a whistle.

“You two! Get back here. Right now!”

We jerked our heads up to see the lifeguard in the distance with a megaphone, clearly pissed. Pretty much everyone was looking in our direction, but I think we were too far for them to see fine details.

We wore our best apologetic faces and headed back to the shore. To be fair, we went well beyond the safety buoy. The question was, why did it take them more than ten minutes to notice? We could’ve been drowning and no one would have noticed. First, we were scolded by the lifeguard and then by our guardians, and we agreed it was about time to return the cursed lilos, back to where they came from.

When we found Bartek, he was sunbathing, lying on the blanket, with his hat covering his face. He wasn’t really my type, but I admired his smooth, muscled body, for a while. He had been doing chores on his parents’ farm since he was a child and it showed. And his bulge was huge for his age! That’s our farmer boy. Dennis lay down right next to him and I was more than okay with this double treat.

When I was done perving on them, I looked around and spotted an ice cream booth nearby.

“Do you want ice cream, boys?” I asked.

Bartek smiled, groped his crotch suggestively and said: “Is it my birthday? Yes, please!”

We all laughed. You must know that “ice cream” can also mean “blowjob” in Polish. So yeah, I was low-key interested, but instead told him to go to hell and left to get us ice cream, chirpy like a morning bird.

When I approached the booth, I saw a familiar silhouette by the counter. It didn’t take me long to recognize one of David’s little helpers, whatever his name was. Suddenly, when all by himself, he didn’t seem intimidating at all. And I was on a roll. I stood next to him. He was waiting for the lady to give him his change.

I looked at him and said, “Hey!”

He looked back at me, pretty confused, clearly unprepared for the confrontation. I never stopped staring at him.

“What?” He asked.

“You don’t like me, do you? Why?” I asked.

“What are you talking about? Leave me alone!”

He looked so uncomfortable I could almost sympathize with him. He took his change hastily and left. After five seconds, he came back, when he realized he had forgotten to take what he paid for, and went all red.

“Enjoy your ice cream, dude!” I called after him when he was leaving. I’ll let you figure out the double meaning by yourselves.

I looked at my hands, kind of expecting laser beams to shoot out in all directions. I had the power. And Dennis was right, these mud golems were helpless without their mastermind.

I must have looked like a nutcase because the gum-chewing lady behind the counter gave me a worried look.

“You alright there, kiddo?”

“Uhm, yes, I’m sorry. Three big ice creams, please.”

“Should’ve said so. I was worried you were overheatin’ or somethin’.”

I blushed and mumbled something in reply. Here I was again. Gone were the laser beams, just my old, shy self.

Going back to the boys, I was bouncing like a ball. We sat there for a while eating and then we sunbathed for a bit. Then, we jumped into the water again, wrestling and splashing around. Wow, that was going to be the best day so far. And it somehow got even better. The boys left me sunbathing and came back with two Lay’s packs. I jumped up and hugged them both. The Star Wars caps I found inside were already in my collection, but that was the sweetest thing ever! I was close to tears, but this time for all good reasons. We lay there together soaking up the sun. At one time, Dennis poked me with his foot and soon we were sword-fighting with our toes. I know, very mature of us.

I was quite disappointed when our guardians told us we had to get moving. Make no mistake, I’ve always been a domestic creature and thrived in the safety of enclosed spaces. But today, I was genuinely sad when it was time to go. Reluctantly, we changed back into our normal clothes and boarded the bus. It had become cooler in the evening and the journey back was quite refreshing.

Back in the hotel, we unpacked and played cards for a while.

“So, you want me away after showers again, eh?” Bartek teased. It was the first time he confronted both of us about it.

“Listen, man,” Dennis said, “We’ve talked about it. It’s not like I’m making you do it for free. You can always say no.”

“Nah, I’ll leave you. I was just asking. I don’t want to seem like I’m envious or something. Today was super fun with you guys. If you need some alone time, then I’ll give you space.”

Wow. This was the most mature thing that had come out of his mouth, ever. Dennis and I looked at each other, feeling guilty. We could’ve just asked instead of bribing him with a console like he was some kind of a tool.

The silence was ringing in my ears and finally, I mumbled: “Uhm, we’re sorry Bartek, I had a great day with you too, you know? You’re one of my best friends. I’m sorry we didn’t just ask.”

“No, don’t mention it. I’m sorry I was pushing you. Thanks for hanging out with me. And Dennis, thanks for letting me use your Gameboy. I’ve always wanted to have one, but my parents can’t afford it.”

Dennis still had a guilty look on his face, but he was the first one to react.

“Oh, come here, you,” he said, and we all went into a hug, calling each other morons and dim-wits.

Soon, it was shower time! - almost like that stupid MC Hammer song. Dennis was kind enough to wait for me while I was getting my stuff together in our room. It seemed we were becoming inseparable. I felt sad whenever he wasn’t around and beamed when he was back. He appeared to enjoy my presence too, which was comforting.

When we reached the bathroom, I realised I’d forgotten my toothbrush and told Dennis I’d join him in a while. I rushed through the corridor and was almost at our room when the door opened and I saw the strangest thing. Coming out of our place was David, who seemed just as shocked to see me as I was to see him. He got around me, not looking me in the eyes, and retreated to his room before I could react. He acted weird. And what the hell was he doing in our room? I was pretty sure none of us had invited him.

I was getting increasingly worried after I went inside. I switched on the light and looked around, not knowing what to expect. However, everything seemed normal and I grabbed my toothbrush, ready to move on with the day. Then, I got a weird feeling. Breathing faster, I opened my drawer and froze. My album was gone. My Star Wars album was gone and I very well knew who took it. I never cared too much about material things, but this was my most precious belonging. I got enraged, and without thinking too much, walked out of the room, ready to kill.

I pushed open the door to David’s room down the hall and it slammed against the wall.

“Give it to me!!”

He was sitting on his bed alone, looking uneasy. He thought he had come up with a perfect crime and now it was too late to abort.

“What are you talking about, you psycho?” He retreated a little on his bed, surprised by my outburst.

“Give it back to me!! Now!!!” My heart was beating super fast and I knew I probably looked hysterical.

“Geez alright, stop screaming. I just wanted to borrow it for a while.” He reached behind and presented the album to me hastily. He didn’t even have time to hide it properly. It looked unscathed. I realized I was still grasping my toothbrush like a knife and my knuckles had turned white. I snatched the album out of his hands.

“Don’t you EVER touch it again!”

I stormed out of the room and rushed back to ours.

I won. I won, but I was trembling and the tears started forming in my eyes. I realized I could never be like that. I came back victorious, but the confrontation took a massive toll on me.

Closing the door behind me, I turned off the light and fell on the bed shaking. I curled up, holding the album close to me and started crying. Why did I have to be so emotional? I couldn’t even talk to people normally. I’d either stay silent or get all hysterical. There was no middle ground for me. At least nobody could see me crying. It doesn’t matter anyway, I thought, I’m not coming out of the room ever again.

I was laying there for a few minutes, weeping silently when the door opened.

“Hey Damien, you coming or what?”

Dennis entered the room and, in the darkness, it took him a while to see where I was. He closed the door and rushed over to me. I was still rocking on the bed, tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Oh God, Damien, what happened?”

“He… he took it!” I sobbed.

“Who? Took what?”

“D… David, he sneaked in here while we were away and t… took my album!”

“But you have it right here. Did he give it back?”

“Y… yes, I shouted at him and he gave it back.”

I looked at Dennis. The room was dark and my eyes were wet but it looked like he was smiling.

“There there, buddy, you showed him! I told you he’s all words.”

“I feel awful!”

“You’re not awful. You’re fantastic! And he’s a piece of shit.”

“Stop it… I’m the opposite of fantastic. You are fantastic and I’m clumsy, too emotional and weird.”

Dennis didn’t reply but just stroked my hair.

“Can you stay with me for a while?” I asked.

Again, he said nothing and climbed onto the bed with me and spooned me from behind, rocking me gently.

“There there, you’re my baby. You did great. And I will beat this fucker to the ground when I see him, I guarantee you.”

“…?” I mumbled.

“What was that buddy?”

I sniffed and tried again, barely audible: “You… called me a baby?”

“No, silly, I called you MY baby. You’re my baby.”

“Really?” I lifted my head, wiping my face to look him in the eyes.

“Uhm, well, yeah. And I think I need to tell you something.”

“What’s that?” I turned over completely and now we were lying facing each other, our noses almost touching.

“So… Damien, remember how I was telling you I want to do all the stuff with you to help you build your confidence?”

He’s gotta be kidding me.

“Yes, Dennis, I remember.”

“Well, I wasn’t completely honest with you, you know? What I really wanted was to be together with you. Like boyfriends, you know?”

I wiped the remaining tears off my face and smiled.

“You’re a big dummy, you know that?” My voice was still a little shaky but I couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

He looked a little bummed and was about to say something, but I took hold of the back of his head and kissed him on the lips, muffling any words that were coming. Oh my God, we were really kissing. I had dreamed about kissing boys for a few months now, but this was beyond any dreams.

We were both unshowered, but he tasted and smelled better than ever. The kiss felt a little strange at first although we were soon exploring our mouths and making out vigorously. We only stopped every once in a while to remove a piece of clothing from one another. I almost tore his t-shirt when pulling it off. I threw it on the floor and started licking his chest like it was covered in chocolate. No, it was better than any chocolate. I never felt so much lust. He was a little sweaty and his muscles glistened in the dim light. I went on to lick his nipple, biting it gently once or twice. He was ruffling my hair and then pushed me back to remove my shorts. Soon, we were both in our underwear, grinding our erections against each other and making out. Dennis broke the kiss and went for my neck, licking and biting it. Then he attacked my armpit, licking it and everything around it. I thought I was about to lose consciousness and I held onto him as if to the last bit of reality.

Then we kissed again, but this time gently, focusing on the feeling. Our boy scent was omnipresent. Without breaking the kiss, we readjusted and started slipping off our underwear. Naked, we continued kissing and stroking each other gently. Thank God the window was open, otherwise, we’d be turning the place into a sauna.

“Dennis?” I whispered, hornier than ever before, panting.

“Yes, baby?” He looked deep into my eyes.

“I want it.”

“What do you want, baby? I’ll give you anything.”

“I want the D. I want your dick inside me. Please, Dennis.”

I couldn’t believe we were doing sex talk. The boy stared at me with the manliest look I ever saw on him and I melted inside.

“I’ll give you anything you want, baby. You’re my boyfriend, remember?”

He rolled me on my back and grasped my ankles, motioning me to move my legs behind my head, revealing my entrance. Dennis was shaking out of excitement when he took his dick and started rubbing it against my hole. The feeling was amazing. We didn’t think of using any lube, but our horniness and boy fluids caused me to open for him like an oyster. I was a little scared. His dick was pretty much adult-sized in terms of length and thickness, but I wanted it more than ever. He was my boyfriend and he was allowed inside me anytime.

He was rubbing his penis between my cheeks for a while, but shortly aimed it directly and started thrusting. At first, he was trying to be gentle but soon became impatient and pushed hard a few times. It stung a little, but after a moment, I realized he was deep inside me. The feeling of his dick filling me was unlike anything I had ever felt. I might have experimented with putting a thing or two there, but this was a living, throbbing peace of meat that felt like it always belonged. Once he was there, he stopped.

“I love you, baby,” he said, looking me in the eyes.

“I love you, Dennis,” I replied.

This was all the permission he was looking for. He grasped my hair with one hand and started plowing like there was no tomorrow. We were looking at each other, relishing the sight of each other’s pleasure. Soon, he started hitting the right spot and I laid back, my eyes closed and mouth open. My erection, which faded a little earlier, was now back on, but I was too overwhelmed to even touch myself. We were making love with passion, merging into a single organism. I have no idea how long we were going. I was in heaven.

With time, Denis’s thrusts became slower and deeper. I felt like I could ejaculate with a single touch now.

Suddenly, his face expressed unearthly delight and I sensed his dick pulsate inside me several times. He screamed in pleasure, surely alarming anyone who happened to be near our window. The boy made a few final pushes, as deep as he could go. This triggered my own orgasm and, moaning, I shot on my chest and belly, without even touching myself. I had no idea that was possible and I swear the feeling lasted at least a minute before Denis pulled his dick out and rolled onto the bed next to me, panting like the wild dog he was.

I have never been so happy or exhausted in my short life. Every inch of my body was overwhelmed with a sense of bliss. There was no gravity. We were floating in space.

Lying there, I got a strange feeling that I was forgetting something but it was gone before I could focus on it. I only managed to hug my lover, drifting off to sleep.

“Dennis…”

“Baby…”

In my dreams, I was flying.

Epilogue

There are episodes in life that are all fun and games, when time flies by unnoticeably. When you visit your grandparents in the countryside and have all the time in the world to play, read, cloud watch, draw and dream.

At other times, days can be a struggle. It’s hard to wake up in the morning to face the upcoming day and your only desire is to somehow make it to the weekend. And when Saturday morning arrives, you’re too tired to do anything much, worried by what’s about to come.

At other times, everything is fine, but life feels boring and doesn’t bring any challenge. At times like these, it’s easier than ever to develop wrong mental habits and fall into apathy. Laziness is allowed to go unpunished. No alarms and no surprises.

There are times of intense creative potency. There are times for dealing with aging. There are times for reunions. There are times for loving music. There are times for making friends for life. There are times for learning.

And there are times when your life changes forever in a matter of just a few days. Times that leave everlasting imprints on your brain, forever altering the way you look at life. Times when you realize your emotions for the first time. Times when you feel them blossom and cause everything to be meaningful in a very special way.

And this is how I would describe the last few days of my life. It was not over, I was sure of that. There was still a lot I didn’t understand and a lot to be explored. So many mixed emotions to process. So much I could give. Looking back at myself only a week ago, I knew I had changed. And I kept changing. Where would it take me?

***

I had been awake for a while now, but didn’t dare to open my eyes, not just yet. I felt the other boy’s warmth as he held me in his arms, breathing evenly. My only fear was that it would all turn out as just a nice dream. A very nice dream.

A few minutes earlier, I had realized Bartek had been sitting on his bed reading a comic book. He wasn’t paying us too much attention. He must have had enough time to look at us for hours if he had wanted. We were still here in my bed, naked and sticky after passing out last night. Of course, we had forgotten to lock the door. At that point, we hadn’t cared either.

I was thankful for Bartek’s words yesterday. He didn’t mind us spending time together. He must have known. Of that I’m sure. Dennis was wrong about him, but I think now he realised it, too. I don’t mean ‘now’ now because he was still asleep. But you know what I’m saying.

I started feeling uncomfortable, so I lifted myself on my elbows and opened my eyes. I looked at Bartek. He was focused on the comic book and was chilling on his bed, just in his undies.

“Good morning,” I said, stretching out and catching his attention.

“Oh hey, sleepyhead. How was it?”

“Uhm, it’s a long story. Mind if I tell you later?”

“No, that’s cool. I have a rough idea.”

That made me blush a little as images of the last evening came to me in full color.

“Yeah, I guess you do.” I sat on the bed, yawning, not bothered to cover myself. I tried to be gentle but Dennis stirred and raised his head, looking around the room and adjusting to the reality.

“Oh hi, Bartek,” he said, “it’s not how it looks. See, yesterday we were really tired and it was hot so we decided…” Dennis stopped as Bartek and I started laughing.

“Spare me. I know it was exactly how it looks. Probably even worse.” Dennis just rolled his eyes hearing this and Bartek continued, “So… you guys are like, together now?”

We looked at each other and nodded in confirmation. We didn’t exactly do any commitments, but we didn’t have to. Dennis could be serious when he had to be and I loved him for that. He smiled at me and cleared his throat.

“Uhm… okay, guess there’s no point in hiding it anymore, “Dennis said.” But since you know our secret… you leave us no choice but to KILL YOU!”

With a swift leap, Dennis landed on Bartek’s bed and pinned the other boy to the mattress. Bartek tried to free himself, laughing, but he was completely immobilized.

“Please, don’t kill me! I’m too young to die!” Bartek was barely able to speak, laughing hard.

“It’s a little too late for that, mister spy. But maybe we’ll let you go free if you join our little conspiracy. Damien! Release the snake!”

I was laughing so hard it took me a while to react. But I knew exactly what the plan was. I jumped on the bed with them and with a quick move, I took off Bartek’s briefs. Hi tried wiggling his legs, but I was too fast.

“Well, well, well, would you look at that,” Dennis said, sounding impressed.

Bartek’s soft dick was larger than mine was when hard. Considering his farmer background, I started wondering if there was a horse among his ancestors.

“Let me go! It’s not my fault that it’s so big. You’ve seen it. Now let me go!!” Bartek tried to struggle but he was already spent.

“Oh, we WILL let you go,” Dennis spoke with a fake German accent, “but not before we do a little experiment. We need to obtain the precious fluids. Apprentice! Proceed with the extraction!”

I was amused by Dennis’s role play and started getting a little aroused, too. I was maybe too eager to grab Bartek’s dick and slowly stroke it. Bartek was still fighting but after a while, he let go and my manipulations started bringing results.

“Look at you, it’s a monster!” Dennis was amazed and amused when Bartek’s dick came to its full size in my hand, “ladies will be telling stories about it.”

“Just do what you must do and let me go!” Bartek finally accepted his fate and even started getting into his role a little.

“Very well then! Apprentice, do continue. The fluids are of extreme importance to our cause.”

“Yes, master, immediately!” I put on a serious face and started masturbating Bartek vigorously. My small hand wasn’t even able to fully encircle the shaft. He was no longer fighting and I saw him take deeper breaths. His chest was moving a little faster, too, and I even noticed occasional spasms running through his belly. That’s when I knew I was doing a good job.

Suddenly, an idea came into my head. I stuck my tongue out, and still wanking him, started licking his glans with every stroke. He started moaning and wriggling his legs out of pure pleasure.

“Very good, my talented apprentice, the prisoner is about to release the fluids!”

Dennis was so good at this, I couldn’t believe it. I knew he took all those lines from movies and cartoons, but he was a natural. I was too busy giving pleasure to Bartek to properly appreciate him, though. Suddenly, I felt his dick swell a little in my hand and saw his chest pump faster. I knew what was coming, but before I managed to retreat, two shots hit me in the face. Then, I pointed his dickhead away and he continued squirting all over his body and Dennis’s leg. His moans were so sexy that I immediately became fully hard. Boy, he made more mess than the two of us could do combined!

Dennis finally let Bartek go, but the boy wasn’t able to move anyway. I used a tissue to clean up my face.

“You raped me!” Bartek spoke finally, his breath calming, “and it was awesome!” We all laughed. “But don’t expect me to do you now. I’m not into this gay stuff.”

“No need to,” Dennis reassured him, “we just wanted to say thank you for being our friend, you know?”

“It’s accepted. Next time you can just buy me flowers or something. But I can’t complain. I will be wanking to the memory for a while, I think,” he said, and when I started wiping his cum with a paper towel he added, “Thanks, Damien.”

“Why do it by yourself when you have friends? At least while we’re here,” I said.

That’s what friends are for, right?

THE END.