Chapter 1
The Magazine

(Early 80's, Charlie's apartment, Friday afternoon)

"Gramma, where are you off to?" I asked as me and my friends were going up the stairs to my apartment.

"Hey Charlie. I'm headed off to the Rec Center for Bingo Night. They're gonna have a toaster oven as the prize for the grand finale. There are some TV dinners in the freezer. You boys have fun!" she shouted as she passed by waving her hand in the air.

We all looked at each other. This was perfect. This means we'll have the whole apartment to ourselves for hours. We all walked in excitedly with big smiles and locked the door. We all knelt down in front of the coffee table as I took out the object of our admiration from my back pack and slapped it on the coffee table. It was brand new, straight out of the box inside a grey plastic cover.

Bailey and Rene looked at me expectantly. "Well? What are you waiting for?" asked Rene eagerly.

I peeled off the tape and opened the plastic. We all leaned in to get a whiff of that new magazine smell. And not just any smell. This type of magazine had its own distinctive one of a kind smell.

"Aaah, I'm getting a hardon already," said Bailey as he closed his eyes and smiled.

I reached into the plastic and slowly pulled out the prize. And there he was – Rodney Ramrod on the front cover. The most awesomest, most smoothest, most gorgeous, most sexiest and the most orgasmic porn star twink I had ever seen in my life. The last time I had seen him was in the edition from two months ago. This would be the third installment of this rising star. And man was he giving me a rise.

I had read every single part of his biography and all the interview questions they did with him. We had a lot in common. He liked playing the guitar, just like me. He was a cat lover, just like me. He liked poetry, just like me – although I wouldn't admit it openly.

And his silky auburn colored mop of hair looked just like mine. Well, his was longer and a little smoother but close enough. He kept his pubes really short and nicely trimmed. All I know is that I was in love with this walking orgasm. When I read he would be starring in this month's edition, I couldn't wait. I had actually had a wet dream about him the other night. Finally, finally it was here.

He was on the front page sitting on his bed with the covers all crumpled up. Although he was naked, it didn't show anything because of the way he was sitting with one of his knees up. We'd see his full package soon enough. But that sexy smile, that smooth milky white skin, the way his hair …

"Chuck … hey Chuck!" said Bailey snapping his fingers. "Are you through fucking the guy in your dreams? Open it up dude."

"Huh? Oh – right. Sorry man."

"Hold up guys, before you open her up, you guys wanna um … you guys wanna do it?" Rene asked with a crooked smile. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Bailey and I looked at each other. "Fuck it. We have the place all to ourselves. Why not?"

We all started unbuttoning our pants and quickly got ourselves naked from the waist down. We all sat down on the sofa with me in the middle and started paging through the various models as we started massaging our growing boners.

"Skip over to Rodney man. We can come back to these other dudes later," said Rene.

"Alright, hold on. Oooh yeah," I said letting out a deep breath. There was another twink leaning against the bed rest of the bed on his knees with his arms around Rodney from behind as he kissed him on the neck. Rodney was also on his knees with his legs wide open with a huge boner. "Man oh man, would you look at that cock. I wanna ride him so bad," I moaned.

"Hooo, how do all these guys get their dicks to look so perfect?" continued Rene. "I mean, look at that boner. It's cut to perfection like – like the way they cut a diamond and shit. All our dicks are cut too, but I don't think they'll ever be as perfect as that. And he has like the perfect ass with that sexy bikini tan line. It's just so – so …" He picked up the magazine and smooched Rodney's pecker.

"Look at the way it's curving upwards," I said with glazed eyes. "It's like a bronze statute reaching up to the sky with his outstretched hands holding a lighted torch beseeching the gods to reach down with their immortal hands to …"

Bailey and Rene started snickering as they were trying to hold in their laughter.

"… to reach down and polish his boner?" Bailey snorted.

"… reach down and jack him off?" snickered Rene.

"How touching," Bailey blurted as they both laughed out loud.

"Fuckers," I said rolling my eyes.

"And look at that silky hair and those greenish eyes and that smooth skin," continued Rene. "Hey, he kind of looks like you Chuck, except for the hair," he said looking at me with a sexy smile. "Where do they find these perfect angels? Doesn't this guy just horny you up as hell?"

"Shit, if it weren't for those pubes, he'd look like a fucking twelve-year old," said Bailey covering Rodney's pubes with his finger.

"Yeah, we'd be perfect for each other," said Rene fully aroused as he started jacking off even faster.

I turned the page and we all gave out a short gasp at what Rodney was doing in the photo. "Whoa dude. He's sucking his own dick again. That's fucking awesome," Bailey said in admiration. "He did that in the last magazine he came out in, didn't he?"

"And the one before that," I added. "Hey, you guys scoot over. I wanna try that."

"Are you serious?" asked Bailey all skeptical. "He'll never make it," he whispered into Rene's ear. "There's no way."

"I bet he can. Luck of the Irish, you'll see," said Rene confidently as I leaned against the sofa cushion with my legs open.

"Come on Chuck, you can do it dude," said Bailey slapping his hand.

"Yeah, come on. Show us what you've got," prompted Rene as he pushed his long yellow-blonde hair out of his eyes.

I was almost there. It was right in front of me. I kept straining myself to go even further. Then my shirt got in the way. I straightened up and quickly pulled it off leaving me completely naked. Then I reached down and tried again.

"Come on Chuck." Both of them started chanting. "Chuck, Chuck, Chuck, Chuck, Chuck …"

I stuck my tongue out and I was able to touch the tip. A little further – a little further. I opened my mouth wide and strained as much as I could until my boner was inside my mouth. Yes. I did it. I knew I could do it.

"Whoohoo!" shouted Bailey. "I told you he could do it," he said slapping Rene on the arm.

"You did not you liar. You said there's no way."

"Shut up piss head."

"You shut up, clit licker," Rene retorted back.

When I reached for my shirt to pull it on, Bailey snatched it out of my hands and started whacking Rene's butt with it as both of these punks started chasing each other around the sofa. It had become almost routine hanging out with these two chumps on the weekends. But it was rare that we ever had the whole apartment all to ourselves for so long. I leaned back on the sofa and started massaging my neck to relieve the strain. I grabbed the magazine from the coffee table and put it on my lap leaning it against my balls.

"Man, that was pretty awesome dude," Bailey said staring at my dick as they both sat back down. "I've been trying to do that shit and I still can't do it. I'm gonna call you fucken Cockachew from now on."

"Maybe you just need to go on a freaking diet, chubs," I said slapping Bailey on the stomach. Bailey wasn't fat, but he could still lose a little weight.

Rene reached over and turned the page. There was an undershot of Rodney ramming his dick into the other twink's ass. The other page showed him being butt-fucked from behind. All three of us just ogled at the porn magazine jerking ourselves off.

It had been a while since we had done anything this sexual. Bailey's uncut dick was developing pretty much the same as mine. But I was pleasantly surprised to see that Rene's cut dick and nut sack had grown out and were more developed than the last time I saw him naked. His whole body was blossoming out pretty nicely and he was beginning to look pretty hot.

"Mmm, just think – what would it feel like doing it with him?" asked Rene with a faraway look. "Can you imagine? Just to be able to wrap my hands around that perfect boner and to be able to play with his balls or be able to rub my hands over that smooth ass of his and give it a squeeze. Mmm … I'd let him fuck me all night long."

"Dream on, cream puff," said Bailey mockingly. "Rodney's dick is so big he'll rip your ass open on the first plunge."

"Cream puff? Open your mouth and I'll squirt you a fucking cream puff."

"You're twelve dude. You ain't squirting shit."

"Well … I'd still let him fuck me. You and Chuck have fucked me before and your boners are getting pretty big, so what's the big deal? Here, let me show you." Rene had me switch sides with Bailey. He pulled his shirt off and got on his knees at the end of the sofa and pointed his butt at Bailey. "Go on, I know you want to. Stick it in, you'll see." Rene turned around to look at him. "Well? You want to or not?"

Bailey stared at Rene's smooth butt for a moment as Rene waited with his legs partly open and his nut sac hanging down. Bailey looked at me. "Damn it, why does he have to make it so fucking tempting? Blonde-boy's right. I can't say no to that." Bailey got on his knees behind Rene and slipped off his own shirt. "Chuck, hand me the cream from the table." I stared at Bailey's cute sexy butt as he kept trying to position himself.

"Come on Bailey, you're missing the bullseye," complained Rene.

"Well raise your butt up a little bit more. You're too low. Yeah … oh yeah. There you go."

I was getting really turned on by the way Bailey's balls kept swinging back and forth as he was butt fucking Rene. I started jerking off as I kept shifting my eyes between these boys and the twinks in the magazine.

"Damn Rene. You're pretty tight dude. Oh, that feels good. Still, it would definitely be too tight for Rodney's rod."

"That's why I'm letting you loosen me up."

Oh man, watching all this action and the way Bailey was going at him was getting me so fucking horny that I couldn't stand it. I pulled up my leg and nudged my sock between his butt cheeks as he continued fucking Rene. Bailey just leaned his head back which told me that he really liked what I was doing.

"Hey guys, I hate to interrupt, but you wanna try the Double Dip again," I asked feeling even more horny.

"Hey, that's right. I had forgotten about that," Bailey said pulling away from Rene.

"Told'ya I could handle it," said Rene with that cute smile of his.

"Dude, it's not like you and Rodney are ever actually gonna be doing anything together."

"How do you know? Are you a psychic?"

Bailey just rolled his eyes as he went down and got on all fours on the carpet. I creamed his butt hole and rubbed some on my cock as he waited for me to start. I grabbed the magazine and placed it on his back. As I started fucking him, I stared at Rodney's naked body and my mind just got flooded with all these fantasies of me and him having the wildest sex with each other.

Rene came up from behind me and rubbed some cream on my butt. Then I felt his nicely developing cock sliding into my bum hole. At first it was hard for me to fuck Bailey at the same time that Rene was fucking me. Either my dick kept slipping out of Bailey, or Rene's dick kept slipping out of me.

We were finally able to coordinate our movements so that when I was pushing in, Rene was pulling out and when I was pulling out, Rene was pushing in. We tried doing the Double Dip the last time we had messed around with each other, but we couldn't really get the rhythm until now.

"Hey Chuck, can I do the 96 with you?" asked Rene breathing hard as we all pulled away.

"The what?"

"You mean the 69 dufus. What an amateur," said Bailey mockingly.

"Yeah, says the guy who thought a boner had an actual bone inside," Rene shot back.

"Well it does. Doesn't it?" Bailey asked in confusion examining his hardon.

"No, it doesn't amateur," I said trying not to laugh. "Alright Rene, well let's get in position." While we were sucking each other, I tried imagining doing this with Rodney Ramrod. Realizing that that would probably never ever happen, I started allowing myself to really focus on the sexiness of this sexy boy with the shaggy blonde shoulder length hair.

His penis had developed into a pretty respectable size. And I loved the way he was sucking on me. Much more stimulating than the last time we tried this. What a cutie. I'm sure glad we all had a chance to shower at school after P.E.

After we were done, we all lay down on our stomachs on the carpet paging through the rest of the magazine. I could feel Rene rubbing his finger over my birthmark on the tip of my right butt cheek. "Dude, this looks like a half-moon. It's like indented a little bit as if a tiny chunk was carved out. Does it hurt?"

"Nope."

Bailey pulled himself up and started rubbing his own finger over it. "Hey man, that's a weird-ass looking birthmark you got there."

"Ha, ha, ha. That joke's getting old Bailey, you know that? Anyways, everyone used to call me Halfmoon when I was younger."

"Damn it," said Bailey. "Now I can't decide whether to call you Cockachew or Halfmoon."

"How about neither of those, fucker," I said punching him hard.

"Ow, sor-ry," he whined rubbing his arm as Rene started laughing. "Shut up cream puff."

Rene just smiled as we all went back to looking at the magazine. I kept turning the pages until we came to a different model.

"Aw, dude. What the fuck is he doing there. He's old and hairy."

"He's not that old. And besides, some guys like older men."

"Yeah, but I bet when this guy cums, instead of him squirting his juices out, it's gonna be a fucking puff of powder like Coffee Mate or some shit. Just keep turning," said Bailey in disgust.

"Don't tell me," Rene said with a smirk. "You prefer the cream puff in your coffee, right Bailey?" Rene quickly moved away laughing before Bailey could smack him. "How are you able to even get these magazines anyways?" Rene asked. "And why did you want us to wait outside when you went into the corner store to buy it? Did you walk in there and the guy just sold it to you just like that? Don't you have to be eighteen?"

"Not exactly," I said smiling. "I actually get these for free. You know that young clerk with the mullet and the cute smile? He always gives me a heads-up when the new ones come in every month. We kind of have an arrangement with each other."

Bailey burst out laughing. "Heads-up? Are you serious? You mean you let him give you head and then he gives you the magazine?"

"Yeah well, I give him head to. He waits for all the customers to leave and locks the door for a while so we can go head to head in the back room."

Bailey covered his face with his hand and shook his head.

"Hey, sometimes you gotta give head to get a-head, know what I mean?" I said smiling.

"Oh gawd dude. Just stop with the puns."

Rene tapped me on the arm. "So that's why it took you a while to come out. Hey, let me go in with you the next time, yeah? That guy looks pretty hot. You think he'll mind?"

"Hell no. He's into young boys. Trust me, he won't mind," I said with a chuckle. I reached over to grab my guitar and sat cross legged in front of the magazine turning it back to my dream boy. "But he'll never be as hot as Rodney Ramrod. I'd suck him dry for free," I said filling my head with fantasies again. I started playing a soft tune and imagined myself singing a song to Rodney. Oh well, one can only dream.

"Hey, that sounds really nice Chuck," said Rene.

"Thanks. I've been practicing, but I just keep fucking it up and I can't find the right ending to this tune."

"Hey, check this out," said Bailey excitedly looking at the back cover. "They're having a contest and the winner gets to spend a whole evening with Rodney Ramrod and even gets to do a photo shoot with him for next month's magazine."

"What? Let me see that," I said snatching it off Bailey's hand. I read all the instructions three times. "Rene, hand me that pen on the table."

Bailey started snickering. "Dude, I think you missed the part where you have to be like an adult to enter the contest."

"Well duh – I'm not stupid Bailey. I just wanna fill it out for fun." I flipped over on my back and lay down holding up the magazine above my head. "How would it feel like spending a whole evening with this dream boy? We could do all sorts of nasty stuff with each other. You think he'll let the lucky winner fuck him?"

"Close your eyes Chuck," Rene instructed. I closed them. "Now imagine this is Rodney," he said as he grabbed my balls and started fondling me. I put up my knees and opened my legs. Rene started probing my most sensitive parts and I could actually imagine that it was Rodney's hand causing all these wild sensations.

"Mmm Rodney, that feels really, really good," I moaned licking my lips.

"Pfff, Rodney my ass," Bailey blurted. "You actually think Rene …"

"Quiet," I hissed. "I'm having sex with Rodney."

I could feel Rene straddling me and positioning his little butt over my hardon. "Ask Rodney if you can fuck him," Rene said.

"Mmm Rodney, can I fuck you?"

"Yes Chuck. Let's see what you've got. Fuck me hard. Keep your eyes closed or you're gonna break the spell." Rene lowered his butt and allowed my boner to sink into his pink hole.

"Mmm Rene, you're nice and tight. That feels really hot."

"No, don't call me Rene. You're breaking the spell. You're supposed to pretend I'm Rodney remember?"

"Hey, you're not so bad yourself," I said opening my eyes to stare at Rene's naked body as he stood up.

"Told you he was tight," said Bailey also staring at Rene.

"Well, you know what?" said Rene pointing at the magazine. "You should just fill out that form and mail it in for real. Even though you're not gonna win, at least you can say you entered the contest."

"Alright, I guess I will. What have I got to lose, right?"

Name: Chuck Crawley

Age: 18, I wrote with a smile.

Chapter 2
Taking a Trip

(Saturday late afternoon, Charlie's apartment)

"How'd it go with Bingo last night gramma?" I asked as I munched from a bowl of Chex Mix while watching TV.

"Terrible. Just terrible. I needed one more number to win that toaster oven and that bitch Mrs. Crenshaw stole it from me. The next time I see her I'm gonna ram that damn toaster oven up her shaft."

"Gramma!" I exclaimed laughing.

"It would serve her right. Hey, what are they saying there on the news?"

I looked at the TV and they were showing some kind of commotion during a news break. There was a small crowd of protesters in front of some night club with signs that said, 'Say No To Pornography'. Security guards started putting up strips of nylon barriers to keep everyone away from the walkway.

The camera zoomed in on one of the reporters. "… and these people are protesting the upcoming performances of what many have described as rising stars in the gay porn industry, including the infamous and ever more popular Rodney Ramrod. We've just been told that these boys will be arriving at this gay bar at around 6:30 PM for tonight's performance and we will be here to try and get a statement from some of these gentlemen. Back to you."

My jaw just dropped to the floor. Oh – my – God. He's actually gonna be here? In our very own city? He's actually gonna be stripping naked inside that very same building? I squeezed my hardening boner and started to drool.

"Gramma, can I go riding with Bailey and Rene?" I pleaded.

"Where are you boys going?"

"We're just gonna hang out. Please?" I asked with urgency rising up and down on my toes.

"Okay, okay, calm down. Don't be too late. And wear your jacket."

I ran straight to the phone to call the guys.

(Gay bar, around 6:30 PM)

Me, Bailey and Rene were among a small crowd gathered on each side of a rising metal platform leading up to the entrance with fancy curtains hanging down from the sides. We had decided to just chain up our bikes to the fence to make it easier.

"Where are they? The reporter said they would be here at 6:30 PM. It's already 6:40," I complained looking at my watch.

"Man, I can't believe they're gonna be dancing totally naked just on the other side of that wall," Rene said with a lusty expression.

"We should've brought a drill to make a hole on the wall," said Bailey looking just as lustful.

"Hey, that's not such a bad idea," I said seriously wondering if I should go back to my apartment to get one.

"Mmm, I would give anything to be able to get a glimpse of Rodney peeling off his sexy thong and watching that giant boner of his bouncing right in front of my face," said Rene almost drooling.

Me and Bailey almost burst out laughing at the stern expression of an old man holding up a protest sign standing right behind Rene who had apparently heard every single word.

"Hey, I think they're here," said Rene pointing at a shiny limousine as it pulled over to the curb. "Dude, it's them."

"Fuck yeah. It's about time. Let's see if we can get closer," I said eagerly trying to push myself through the crowd.

A couple of burly looking men in suits stepped out and opened the back door for the guys to come out. I kept straining myself trying to look over the shoulders of all these people. Damn, get the fuck out of the way. There's the first twink – not him. There's the second twink – not him either. Oh my God, there he is. I started trying to push my way through more forcefully. The crowd were a mixture of reporters, protesters and eager fans like me, but much older.

I pulled out the porn magazine from the side of my pants and opened it up to the photo of him sucking himself. "Rodney … Rodney, give me your autograph!" I yelled reaching out with the magazine in my hand as he was coming up to the ramp. Other fans were also trying to get his autograph. "Rodney, sign my magazine. Give me your autograph please!" I shouted eagerly waving my magazine in the air.

I could hear people murmuring behind me. "Look at that young boy trying to get his autograph. It's disgusting the way these idiots are filling our kid's minds with this smut," spat an older female voice.

Then I felt some creep from behind grab me by the waist and pushed me hard towards the ramp causing me to tip over one of the black poles holding up the nylon belt barrier. I stumbled and fell face down on the ramp and to my horror, Rodney and two body guards were tripping all over me and the pole. My magazine fell out of my hands and was being stepped on and trampled by the other men. Nooo!

"God damn it! What the fuck's your problem kid?" yelled one of the body guards as he stood up menacingly. "You're not supposed to be here. Beat it, you're just a kid."

"I … I'm sorry! It wasn't my fault," I stammered feeling myself turning red. I could hear people in the crowd laughing at me. "I just wanted to get his autograph and someone pushed me. I swear."

"I'm alright – I'm alright," insisted Rodney as he pushed the body guard's hand away. He got up and dusted himself off. "Hey, come on. Leave him alone. Like you said, he's just a kid," Rodney said to the body guard as he stepped up to me and offered me his hand. "Hey, let me help you up. Are you okay?"

I stared up at him in awe as if he was coming down from some parting clouds. I absently took his hand and let him pull me up. I just stared at him dumbfounded. He was actually looking at me with those sexy greenish eyes. He actually spoke to me with that sexy melodious voice that I had been waiting to hear for the longest time. And … and we were actually holding hands. Holy fuck. They felt so soft and delicate, but firm at the same time. I finally noticed Rodney trying to pull his hand away and people started laughing when I wouldn't let go.

Rodney bent down and grabbed my torn and mangled magazine. "I'm sorry about your magazine. You still want my autograph? What's your name kid?"

I just kept staring at him with my mouth open. I was frozen. I couldn't move or say anything. What the fuck's wrong with me?

"Hey, you alright kid? You wanna tell me your name?"

"Ch … Chu …"

I could hear murmuring from the crowd. "He's too young … This is totally inappropriate … He's just a boy … He's encouraging him …"

"Don't do it boss," said the body guard under his breath as he nervously scanned the crowd. "Look at all those reporters and all the cameras pointing straight at you. How's it gonna look for a porn star to be giving a little boy his autograph? You'll create a scandal. You'll bring a lot of bad publicity and you'll be digging your own grave. If you do this, it's gonna come back and bite you in the ass. Trust me on this."

"Yeah, you're probably right." Rodney looked at me with regret as he handed me my magazine. "Sorry kid. Too bad you can't be here at two in the morning when we leave and everyone's gone," he said winking where only I could see.

He started walking up the ramp towards the door. He turned and looked at me over his shoulder as the door shut behind him. I looked down at my mangled magazine and let out a deep breath of defeat. It's ruined. My only opportunity to get his autograph and I just had to fuck it up. My shoulders just sagged. What the hell have I done?

We got on our bikes and headed off to a nearby shopping center. Bailey and Rene had seen everything that had happened. They both had the good sense to keep their mouths shut as I'm pretty sure they could sense my growing anger as it was starting to boil up to the surface. I jumped off my bike and let it drop hard as I started pacing back and forth at the corner of the shopping center. Bailey and Rene were sitting on their bikes looking at me with sympathetic eyes.

"Fuck … Fuck … Fuuuuuk!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "He asked me for my name two fucking times and I just stared at him like a fucking retard! He was about to give me his autograph when that fucking blob talked him out of it. If only I hadn't frozen like a fucking popsicle, he would've signed my magazine. I'm such a fuckup. Auuuuugh!" I screamed as I started kicking an aluminum trash can repeatedly.

"Um, maybe you can get that guy to get you a new magazine," offered Bailey trying to sound optimistic.

"It's the same shit! No autograph. And now my magazine's ruined. Any more brilliant fucking ideas?" I snapped. Bailey just zipped his mouth as he and Rene looked at each other.

Rene gently grabbed the magazine out of my hands. "It doesn't look that bad. Maybe you can just tape it up a little. I … I can help you with that if you want."

"You know what's the worst part?" I asked sadly. "The worst part is that he kept calling me a kid like if I was some snotty five-year old or something. Maybe he's right. Maybe that's all I was to him. Just a fucking kid. I feel so stupid." Rene reached over to hand me back my magazine. "Just keep it. I don't want it anymore," I said dejectedly. Rene took it back sadly.

There was an awkward silence for a while. I just sat against the trash can and let the silence continue. "Look, I'm sorry I snapped at you guys okay? It's just that – I don't know. I was really looking forward to getting his autograph, you know? It was really important to me. There's no way I'm gonna get another opportunity like this again."

"It's alright Chuck. We understand," said Bailey with a half smile. "Listen, I better get going or my dad's gonna chew my ass off if I get home too late."

"Yeah, that goes for me too," said Rene trying to sound apologetic.

I knew they were lying. They were just trying to get away from my explosive temper. I didn't blame them. Besides, I wanted to be alone and sulk in my own misery. "Alright. I'll see you guys later," I said waving my hand as they meandered away on their bikes.

I just sat there against the beat-up trash can as I painfully recalled how I managed to screw everything up. I was so close. He was right there holding his pen getting ready to sign. All I had to do was give him my damn name. If it weren't for all those damn reporters with their fucking cameras, Rodney would've … Wait a minute – wait just a minute. Rodney said something to me right before he left.

Too bad you can't be here at two in the morning when we leave and everyone's gone.

He even winked at me. Oh my God. Was he trying to tell me something? Was that some kind of hidden message for me to come back at two in the morning? Well, whether he meant to or not, I'm coming back for that autograph. If I have to sneak out in the middle of the night and get in trouble for it, then so be it. It'll be worth it.

Chapter 3
How Would You Like To See Me?

(On route to the gay bar, around 1:30 am)

I was totally freaking out. I had never been out on the streets so late at night. If something happens to me, gramma won't even know where to look for me after the way I just sneaked out. What the hell was I thinking? I tried my best to not make eye contact with people passing by. I just pretended to have on those blinders like the kind the horses wear.

"Hey sweetie," said a deep throated large lady that looked more like a guy than a girl standing in front of some adult bookstore. "What'cha doing out here so late? Come over here baby." I pretended not to hear her and kept on pedaling.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, little boy. Come bring your sweet little ass over here for a moment. It's all right. I won't do nothin' to you."

Yeah right. I turned around just to make sure she wasn't coming after me. Then I crashed into a pole and fell to the ground. Shit. A middle-aged man in a dirty overcoat ran over to help me. "Hey there son, are you okay? Here, let me help you up there." The man pulled me up and started dusting me off. He kept brushing my butt and trying to dust me off between my legs over and over again with a creepy smile. Then he started dusting me over my crotch. The creep looked like he was wasted. He smelled like it to.

"I ah – I think I got this," I said pushing his hand away hoping he wouldn't break my neck. I could feel myself shuddering in disgust.

"Hey, why don't you come with me and we'll go have a little fun?"

I quickly jumped on my bike and took off as fast as I could. I felt a little more relieved when I finally made it to the gay bar. Customers were starting to come out and some cars were already exiting the parking lot. I rode over to a dark spot around the corner near the entrance where I wouldn't be seen and just waited leaning against the wall.

I kept yawning over and over again and realized it was getting pretty cold. I could see fog coming out of my mouth. I zipped up my coat even tighter and pulled the hoodie over my head. I just kept waiting, and waiting, and I could feel … myself … dozing … off … "Aaah, wake up," I told myself shaking my head.

Then my body stiffened when I saw the limo pulling up to the end of the walkway. It was a black limo with four doors on each side. That looked pretty awesome. I saw one of the body guards stepping out of the front door and opened the door at the very back. Then Rodney and the two other dancers started walking out. This is it. Here's my chance. I jumped off my bike and jogged to the side of the ramp.

"Jesse, I'm almost sure I put my wallet in my overcoat on the way over here. I can't find it anywhere," said Rodney to the body guard as he patted himself.

"I think I saw it on your night stand right before we left. I'm pretty sure it's there," said the body guard.

"Mr. Ramrod! Mr. Ramrod," I yelled eagerly raising my hand in the air. Rodney stopped and turned around to look at me. He looked confused. I quickly pulled off my hoodie. "It's me, the one who tripped you earlier remember?"

One of the body guards looked at me with a sneer. "I'll handle this boss."

"No Jesse, I'll handle this. You get the rest of the boys in the car and I'll be right there." Rodney bent down under the rope and stepped off the ramp. "Hey there. I see you got my message. You're a smart little man. I wasn't really serious, and I didn't think you'd actually come. But I'm glad you did."

He called me a man. Yay. "Oh um, th… thank you," I murmured nervously. I reached into the side of my pants and pulled out the magazine from two months ago where he was also sucking himself and held it out.

"So, what name do I make it out to?"

"Can you make it out to Chuck?"

"Chuck?" he said with distaste. "Are you sure?"

"Yes please."

"Hm, you're polite too. Alright then. Turn around and bend over?"

"Huh?" I squeaked skipping a heartbeat.

"Bend over so I can sign it on your back."

"Oh, I knew that," I said bending down. I could feel the front of his pants touching my butt as he was signing the magazine. Whoa, this is totally rad.

"Alright Chuck. Here you go. Let's not make this a habit okay? You're still too young to be … I'm sorry. I used to be just like you. I won't insult you by turning this into a lecture since you went to all this trouble to come all this way for me. I'm really flattered." he said with the cutest smile.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Ramrod," I said holding out my hand. "You don't know how much this means to me."

He stared at me with a curious smile, as if he was trying to figure me out. "You're welcome. And call me Rodney," he said shaking my hand. "Jeeze, your hands are freezing. Hey um, you wanna wait in the car with us for a while so you can warm yourself up a little bit before you head out?"

"What? Really? What about my bike? Never mind, I can come back for it later," I insisted not wanting to ruin this opportunity.

"Oh, we're not going anywhere. We'll just park the car right here and keep the heater running so you can warm up."

"Okay, suuure," I said smiling from ear to ear feeling a surge of exhilaration. I followed him to the car. He walked around to the driver and had a brief conversation with him. Then he opened the back door and stepped in.

"Come on in, it's okay."

I gingerly and meekly stepped into the car and sat down next to Rodney with my head down trying not to make eye contact with the other two twinks who were sitting on the opposite seat facing us. My body started shaking a little bit. I don't know if that was from the cold or from my nervousness of being inside a car alone with three smoking hot erotic dancers.

I could feel the warmth of the heater from the sides and I started feeling a little bit cozy and felt myself relaxing a little bit. The inside of the limo looked really fancy. It even had a small television and one of those new car phones I saw on TV that cost like a million dollars.

"Whoa, what do we have here? Is this like a little post-performance appetizer?" asked one of them smiling with super white teeth.

"Guys, this is Chuck. Chuck, this is Daniel and this is Adam. Can you believe he rode his bike all the way over here in the middle of the night just so he could get my autograph? We're just gonna wait here for a while until he warms himself up for his ride home."

"Wow, I'm beginning to like your fan base Rodney. Aren't you the one who knocked over that pole and tripped everyone?" asked Adam.

"Um …" I looked at Rodney nervously.

"It's all right dude," said Adam smiling. "I've never seen Jesse fuming so much. The guy was blowing steam out of his ears. I couldn't stop laughing. Nice to meet you Chuck," he said shaking my hand.

"Hey, what's up man," Daniel said also shaking my hand. "How old are you Chuck?"

"I'm … I'm fourteen, going on fifteen," I lied.

"Jailbait dude," Daniel whispered into Adam's ear.

"The younger, the better," Adam whispered back staring at my growing bulge. "So, why are you so interested in Rodney's autograph?"

"Cause I wanna be a porn star just like him," I said dreamily. "I mean, just like all of you." Adam and Daniel looked at each other with raised eyebrows. "I've seen you guys," I said a little more confidently.

"Yeah? Where?" they both asked.

"In these magazines," I said holding mine out. I looked at Adam. "In fact, I think you were in this one." I started flipping through the pages. "Yeah look, there you are right there," I said excitedly. Adam was posing naked on his knees with his legs open sporting his curving boner next to a red brick fireplace. "And Daniel was in the one before."

"Wait, you actually collect these?" asked Daniel in surprise.

"Well, yeah," I said matter of fact. "You guys are awesome. All of you."

"Aw dude, you came out good on that one," said Daniel admiringly.

"So which picture of me do you like best?" asked Adam with a playful smile.

I flipped through some of the pages. "This one," I said pointing.

Adam nodded his head approvingly. "Really? So, tell me why you like that one so much."

I swallowed hard with embarrassment. "Because of the way you're leaning back against all those pillows with your legs open wide waiting for that guy to fuck you in the ass. It's that sexy expression on your face that just – I don't know. It just looks really hot."

"Whoa, hoho, he cusses bro," Daniel said laughing and slapping his hand.

"Of course he cusses. Which teen doesn't? But that's a big turn on coming from such a cute Irish boy like you Chuck," Adam said winking his eye at me. "So, tell me, do you have any suggestions for future poses? How would you like to see me posing naked for next month's magazine?" He was looking at me with those hypnotizing eyes and that sexy smile. He was squeezing my knee ever so slightly. I could feel a warm flush going through my body.

"Well um, let me see." I said shakily. I sat there thinking and thinking trying to come up with something that would sound impressive.

"That's all right dude. I didn't mean to put you on the spot. I'm just messing with you," said Adam patting my knee.

"No wait." I looked at Adam's picture posing in front of the fireplace. "You know how when you're being fucked it's always with you bending over, or on your stomach, or on your back? I'd like to see a shot of you being fucked from behind while you're standing up and facing the camera. I wanna see a third guy on his knees pulling down on your jock strap to just below the waist and staring at your boner.

"You guys can stand in front of the fireplace like this one here, but with the fire going. And the guy who's fucking you, I don't wanna see him jacking you off. I wanna see your full erection on full display. Maybe you could lean your head back and be Frenching the guy while massaging the back of his hair with your hand while he's fucking you."

Adam and Daniel just stared at me with their mouths slightly open. "Dude, that's fucking awesome," said Adam with a surprised look.

"Hey, what about me?" asked Daniel. "How would you like to see me?"

"With you? Hm, let me see, let me see. You did a pool shot the last time, so what if you get one of those round floaties for the pool and get a whole bunch of guys in there. You can lie down on the floatie and be passed around to different guys to suck you off. Maybe once in a while you can turn on your stomach and have them give you a rim job."

Daniel started laughing and clapping his hands. "He even speaks the language of sex. Ooh, la la. Put it there, bro," he said giving me a side hand slap with a knuckle punch. "Hey Rodney, we need to add this guy to our camera crew," added Daniel with a wide smile. "Dude, where did you learn all this stuff? Are you like sexually active?"

"Well, I have two friends from school and we kind of jack off to the magazines and um, do other stuff."

"Yeah?" Daniel said sitting up straight. "You mean with each other? Like what do you guys do?"

I looked down for a moment feeling embarrassed.

"Dude, you're embarrassing him. Don't listen to him Chuck. So, you like seeing my full erection, huh? Tell me more," Adam said smiling.

"I'm embarrassing him?" Daniel mumbled.

"Um, heh heh …," I stammered shyly with an embarrassed smile. I could feel myself turning red again.

"Ah, there it is," Adam said brushing my cheek with his hand. "I knew I could get a sexy blush out of you. Let me see that," Adam said grabbing the magazine from my hand. "My dick looks kind of small in that shot. It looks bigger in real life don't you think Daniel?"

"Does it?"

"Well um, why don't you let me um … why don't you let me make a comparison? I … I can tell you if it looks bigger or not," I suggested casually looking up at him shyly with my head down.

Adam and Daniel just stared at me blankly. Shit, now I've gone too far.

"Ooooh dude," shouted Daniel. "He wants you to pull out your boner so he can size you up to the picture. Right on man. Where'd you find this little cutie?" he asked Rodney.

"He actually found me, remember?" drawled Rodney.

"Alright, you wanna compare? Let's compare," Adam said unbuttoning his pants.

"Ahem, jailbait dude," Daniel urged softly.

"So? He came all this way in the middle of the night, didn't he? That took some balls. It's not his fault he's too young to see the show. Besides, Rodney doesn't look much older than him. He could easily pass as one of us."

"Shit, would you believe I got carded at the entrance to my own performance," chuckled Rodney.

"Well, I think he's ready." Adam grabbed the sides of his pants and pulled them down. I could clearly see the outline of his sexy cut boner through his thong. "You want me to keep going?"

I sat up straighter and nodded quickly with wide eyes.

"Well, go ahead. Pull them off then."

I almost choked on my saliva. I slowly reached out with both hands and hesitated. Adam grabbed my hands and gently pulled them to his hips. I grabbed the sides and started pulling it down slowly wondering if he was gonna pull a cruel joke on me and tell me to stop at the last moment.

I was breathing hard with a hopeful and lustful smile. As soon as his boner popped out, I just stared at it and marveled at the way it was curving upwards against his stomach. Oh fuck, he's making it twitch. I wanted to grab it so bad. Maybe if I ask nicely he'll let me.

I closed my eyes and opened them again. I wasn't looking at his boner in some magazine. This was the real thing, in the flesh, right in front of my own eyes. The guy at the convenience store was nothing compared to this smooth wonder. I was staring at the boner of a bona fide porn star. To bad it wasn't Rodney's.

I just kept staring at the way he was pulling the foreskin back and how he was looking at me through his short bangs and that wicked smile. Oh gawd, I closed my legs tight to squeezed my boner. I could feel myself freezing up again. My dick was so hard and I was feeling so aroused that I could've easily let my juices explode right here on the spot.

"So? What do you think?" Adam asked salaciously.

"What do I …? I ah … (Gulp!) I – I think it looks really nice. It's – it's n-nice and hard." I closed my eyes regretting such a goofy response.

"You have some pretty promising ideas Chuck. I'm impressed," Rodney said massaging the hairs on my neck. Ooh, that felt good. "So, it's my turn. What position would you like to see me in the nude?"

I turned to look at him. For some reason, I started feeling a little more embarrassed than with Adam and Daniel. My mind went blank. I tried to remember all the photo shots I had seen of him in the three magazines he's done in the past. I just couldn't think of anything new.

"Nothing for me?" he mewled looking disappointed. Then he placed his hand on my lap and started sliding it in between my legs. "I'm sure you can think of something Chuck." He kept sliding his hand in and out with the edge of his hand rubbing against my nuts. I tensed up and sat up straight. "Shhh, relax. Just close your eyes, let yourself go and enjoy these sensations. What do you see Chuck? Open your mind, let your images flow, and tell me what you see."

"I see … I see a bright room with the afternoon sun shining in through the window bathing your golden naked body." His hand kept rubbing right next to my crotch. I could feel my body losing control. Oh fuck, don't let this happen now. "You're on the bed with the sheets all crumpled fucking someone doggy style – I mean, bareback."

Shit, not now. If he keeps doing that, I won't be able to hold it. Hold it in. Just hold it in. "Your nakedness is shrouded in the bright mist of the sun beams as you thrust your full endowment into your partner." His massaging hand kept shifting ever so slightly onto my crotch.

"That sounds poetic. I like that. This is good. What else Chuck? Keep going."

I closed my eyes tight trying to keep myself from exploding. "The sh-shadows on the wall paint a perfect silhouette of your boner sliding in and out of … out of … uhh, uhh … in and out of … my ass! Ohhh fuck!" I gasped a couple of times pushing my head back against the seat as I felt the euphoric feeling of my sperm squirting out of my dick inside my pants.

Rodney just started massaging my crotch directly to get my sperm to soak into my pants. "Chuck, that was impressive. You have a gift, you know that?"

"This is so embarrassing," I mumbled breathing hard.

"No, no Chuck. Don't be embarrassed. It makes me feel flattered that you imagined yourself as my sex partner. It makes me feel good knowing that I have this effect on someone as handsome as you."

"Dude, I think he's gonna need a smoke after this," said Daniel.

"Fuck the smoke. He's gonna need a drink," said Adam trying to hold in his laughter. "Hey Rodney, why don't you make him a Blow Job to calm him down?" he said as he started jerking himself.

"Or how about a Screw Against the Wall," added Daniel.

"Or maybe a Slippery Nipple," said Adam.

"Yeah, give him one of yours Rodney," said Daniel with a laugh.

"No," said Rodney. "I think Chuck would like a Tom and Jerry instead."

"Oh, no way. I've stopped watching cartoons a long time ago. I'm already way too old for that," I said pulling myself out of my euphoria.

Adam and Daniel started giggling and soon Rodney started giggling too until they all burst out laughing. "We're talking about alcoholic drinks Chuck. They're just messing with you. Don't pay any attention to these fools."

"Oh, heh heh. I knew that. I knew that all along," I said trying to sound convincing but knowing they weren't buying it. I realized they were messing around with me but I didn't care. This was so totally awesome. Wait until the guys hear about this. I started yawning again and I couldn't help it no matter how much I tried to hold it in.

"Alright Chuck. Well, we better be on our way," Rodney said rubbing the sides of my arms. "Are you warmed up already?"

"Oooh yeah," I said staring at Adam's boner. "Now I am. Nice and toasty. Hey, thank you so much Rodney for giving me your autograph and for letting me spend some time with you guys. This is the best time I've ever had. It was nice meeting you Daniel. And um, thank you Adam for showing me your boner. It's a really nice boner, I really liked it. And it's a lot bigger in real life," I rambled pointing at his full erection. "I had a lot of fun."

"See you around Chuck," Daniel said giving me a knuckle punch.

"Hey dude, you're pretty cool," said Adam as he pulled me in for a hug. Oh fuck, is that his boner I'm feeling touching the side of my hand? Without even thinking, I just grabbed it and gave it a light squeeze while I rubbed his balls with my thumb. As I pulled away, Adam looked at me with a knowing smile. He knew exactly what I had done, and he didn't even get mad at me. I think he actually liked it.

"Hey, be careful okay?" Rodney said giving me a kiss on the cheek. "We'll probably never see each other again. But I'll probably never forget you either. You take care of yourself Chuck."

Damn, I wanted to stay longer so bad. I stepped out of the warm and cozy limo and out to the frigid cold air. I waved bye to them as the limo took off. I opened up the magazine and stared at Rodney's autograph. To my friend Chuck, Love Rodney. He even drew a little heart with an arrow. I sucked in a breath and let it out slowly with a puppy love smile.

Then I heard some voices coming from around the corner. Shit. It was a man talking to a security guard. I looked around frantically trying to find a hiding place. I ran over to the side of the metal ramp and slipped under it through the side curtain. It was the perfect hiding spot.

I got on my stomach and started peeking through the slit of the curtain. I started feeling something hard under my thigh that was bugging the hell out of me. I reached down with my hand and pushed whatever it was away. Then I noticed what it was. What the hell? It was somebody's wallet.

I opened it up and found a whole wad of cash. Whoa, I couldn't believe my luck. Then I looked at the driver's license. Oh fuck. It was Rodney. This is Rodney's wallet. It must've fallen out when I accidentally tripped him. Now I feel like shit. I closed it up feeling guilty for even opening it up. What the hell am I gonna do now?

Chapter 4
Halfcocked

(Sunday mid-day)

"… and your gramma never found out you snuck out at two o'clock in the morning?" asked Bailey.

"Apparently not. She was sound asleep when I snuck back in." I had explained to the guys everything that happened last night. Me, Bailey and Rene sat on one of the snack tables on the side of the convenience store.

"And you actually grabbed Rodney's cock?" Rene asked in awe.

"No, I grabbed Adam's cock while I was hugging him goodbye. But that was after Rodney grabbed my cock over my pants."

"Lucky bastard," gushed a smiling Rene pushing his bangs out of his eyes. "Well, what did it feel like?"

"It felt like a cock, dude. How else is it supposed to feel like?"

"Ugh, I know it felt like a cock. I meant what did it feel like grabbing it?"

"Oh, I almost came in my pants. Without even thinking, I even rubbed his balls with my thumb," I said with a faraway smile. "And then when Rodney started feeling me up, that's when I came in my pants. I just couldn't help it. It just squirted out."

"Ooohhh, not shit? Man, I can't believe you were in a limo alone with some fucking porn star pervs. Awesome. You are my hero Chuck. And you've got some balls," Rene said admiringly.

"Anyways, what are we gonna do about this wallet?" I asked.

We just sat there silently staring at the wallet on the table waiting for one of us to have the guts to grab it and look inside.

"You mean you've had it all this time and you haven't even looked inside?" asked Bailey.

"No, are you crazy? That's his private stuff."

"Well, don't you want to get it back to him?"

"Of course I do."

"Well, that means you're gonna have to look inside to get his address."

"But I'll feel guilty. You open it." Bailey just stared at it trying to decide.

"You guys are wusses," Rene said as he snatched the wallet and opened it up. "Oh my God, this guy's loaded. There must be about 500 bucks in here," he said pulling out the cash.

"Put it back!" I demanded.

Rene put it back an+d started looking at the driver's license. "Dude, this guy's from California. You're gonna have to just mail it to him. Hey, check this out. His last name's not even Ramrod – it's Rodman."

"You actually thought Ramrod was his real last name," snorted Bailey.

"Well yeah. What's wrong with Ramrod?"

Bailey started laughing. "Can you believe this guy? Dude, it's Ram-rod, as in he's gonna ram his rod into your asshole. It's a stage name."

"Oooohhhh, Ramrod! Hahaha. Now I get it," Rene said sheepishly.

"Well, keep looking. Maybe there's something in there that'll tell us where he's staying," I said to Rene.

Rene started pulling out the contents from the little pockets. "Credit card … Credit card … Insurance card … Hey look, a Venus Adult Bookstore Membership Card!" Rene said excitedly holding it up.

"Just keep going," I prompted.

"Let's see, here's a picture of Rodney with some kid. Looks like him too. There's something written on the back."

"Well don't read it! That's private dude."

"Okay, sorry. I won't read it. Wait a minute … Wait a minute – I think I got something here. Hey, it's a local address."

"What kind of address? Is it like a hotel or something?"

"No, it looks like a regular house. It's in the zip code next to ours not too far from here."

I looked at each of the guys. "What do you think guys? Bailey?"

He nodded his head.

"Rene?"

"Let's do this," he said slapping his hands on the table and grabbing his bike.

(About an hour later)

We all stood on our bikes in front of a tall metal gate surrounding a really nice big house. Bailey was breathing heavily from the strain of pedaling uphill. I looked at the address on the piece of paper. Yup, this is it.

"So now what?" asked Bailey scratching his head.

"I guess we ring the doorbell." I walked over to the side of the gate and pushed a button on what looked like some speakers. I waited a few seconds and pushed it again. Nothing. "Maybe nobody's home."

"Hey look," said Rene pointing. "There's a hill on the other side. Let's see if we can make it up there and get a better view."

"Aw, come on guys. Nobody's here. Let's just leave," insisted Bailey.

"No way man. What if he takes off back home? This might be my only chance to give him back his wallet."

"Alright, well let's just get up there and get it over with," Bailey said taking off on his bike.

As we were struggling to head up the hill, it was getting way to hard to ride our bikes on the loose dirt through the surrounding brush. We just dropped our bikes and continued on foot.

We all went down on our stomachs under some bushes and looked at the back of the house. It looked deserted and we didn't see any kind of movement. "Hey look, they have a pool and a jacuzzi in the back," I said pointing.

"Are those horse stables over there," asked Bailey blocking the sun from his eyes.

"Hey, that looks familiar," said Rene as he pulled out some small fold-up binoculars. "Chuck, I've seen that before in one of your magazines. I bet you this is the place where they do some of their photo shots."

"Let me see that," I said grabbing the binoculars. "You know, I think you're right. I recognize it too."

"Big deal," said Bailey. "No one's home. Maybe they all went back to California already. Let's just go."

"No, I wanna wait a little longer. It's still early anyways."

"You guys can wait if you want. I'm getting tired," he said standing up. "Rene, are you coming or are you gonna wait with Chuck?"

"I'll stay a little longer Bailey."

"Alright you guys," Bailey said yawning. "Call me when you get home." Bailey walked carefully down the hill and took off on his bike.

Almost an hour later I noticed Rene had dozed off on his stomach resting his head on his arms. Then I noticed some movement. "Rene – Rene, wake up. Check it out," I said shaking him gently.

"What happened," he asked groggily.

"They're back. Look."

Some young twinks in their swim trunks started stepping out through the sliding back door. They started mingling and joking around while a couple of cameramen started setting up some equipment. Adam and Daniel were among the group of about five or six men outside. But I couldn't see Rodney.

"Come on, let's get down there," I said excitedly as I hurried down the hill towards our bikes.

When we got to the front, we skidded to a stop behind some trees when we noticed the gate sliding sideways as the limo headed towards the exit. As soon as the limo drove out, we rode our bikes through before the gate closed up again. We cautiously stepped up the steps to the front door.

I looked at Rene. "Do we just ring the doorbell? What if they kick us out?"

"One way to find out," he said pressing the button. We could hear soft bells chiming out a tune from the inside. We saw the door opening and – oh my God, it was Jesse, one of the body guards I had tripped. Great. Just what I needed.

"What the devil … what are you boys doing here?" he hissed looking frantically behind our shoulders. "You boys are gonna get us in trouble. We can't have minors on the property. Get in here before someone sees you and calls the cops," he said ushering us in and closing the door. "How did you get in? Where'd you get this address? What do you boys want?" he asked exasperated.

I pulled out the wallet from my pocket. "I came to give Rodney this," I said holding it up.

"Hey, where the fuck did you get this, kid? Did you steal it?"

"Nooo! I found it last night under the walkway at that gay bar. I swear. After I got out of the limo, I saw the security guard coming and I decided to hide down there. That's where I found it. That's where Rodney must've lost it when I tripped you guys. I didn't steal anything. All the cash is in there. Tell Rodney to count it and he can tell you I ain't lying. Is … is he here?"

Jesse stared at me and at Rene trying to decide what to do with us. "Alright, put your hands over your eyes and follow me. No peaking!"

Seriously? We're in a porn model's house and he really expects us not to peek? As we turned into a hallway, we passed through an arched entrance to the kitchen where a naked twink was bending down to get something out of the refrigerator while another one was leaning against the counter drinking milk out of the carton. Me and Rene just froze at the entrance and ogled at the guys with wide eyes and wider smiles. The milk guy spilled some milk on his chest and I just fixated on the way it ran down to his pubes.

"Hey! I said no peeking. Get over here. Now!" Jesse snarled. He led us into a small bedroom and we froze in awe at seeing around five naked models doing all sorts wonderfully sinful things with each other. Jesse slapped his forehead with his hand and quickly took us to some kind of den with tall sofa-chairs and a small fireplace. "You boys wait in here and I'll see if I can get Rodney to come down. And don't you dare come out of this room or I swear …" he said pointedly.

"Dude, did you fucking see that?" Rene said almost whispering after Jesse stepped out. "Some of these guys are just walking around the house naked as jaybirds as if it was freaking normal."

"I know, of course I saw it. And that orgy – oh my God, they're just on the other side of this wall. Oh shit, take a look at this," I said walking towards the fireplace. "I know this place. Do you recognize this?"

"Dude, is that the fireplace where that other guy is posing naked?"

"Yeah, his name's Adam. He's one of the guys that was in the limo last night."

"Chuck, look at these," Rene said pointing to the shelf on the fireplace. There were a few engraved awards displayed with large shiny penises. Rene reached up and grabbed the one with the biggest dick.

"Put it back. You're gonna get us in trouble." Rene just kept inspecting it as if I hadn't said anything. He smelled it and slowly put it in his mouth and started giving it a blow job. He kept licking the sides of it up and down from the tip to the balls.

"Mmm, maybe this is Rodney's award and this is a replica of his dick."

"You're stupid," I said laughing.

Then he started stroking it as if he was jacking it off. He kept stroking faster and faster and accidentally dropped it on the base of the fireplace causing the penis to break in half.

We both gasped. "You idiot!"

"Ooooh fuck! Chuck, what do we do?" he said panicking and laughing at the same time.

"We? You're the one who broke the cock in half."

"Alright, I'm the one who broke it. Help me fix it!' Rene quickly picked up both pieces and tried to fit them together. He placed the base on the shelf and rested the top half of the penis on top. "What do you think? You think they'll notice?"

I started giggling to myself and I couldn't stop. "I think it'll be hard," I said laughing a little louder.

"Will you quit it. They're gonna hear you." he said failing to contain his own laughter.

"Dude, it looks crooked. You put the top part on backwards," I said covering my mouth as I kept laughing.

Rene snorted with laughter as he reached up and positioned it correctly.

"It still looks crooked. I told you to put it back. But noooo, you just had to go halfcocked, didn't you," I blurted as I leaned in against him and laughed out loud on his shoulder. "That's what I'm gonna call you now – halfcock."

Rene started laughing even harder. "You fucker, I'm gonna get you back for this."

We both sat down on the fireplace laughing really hard sounding like a couple of hyenas. Then a door opened up on the other side that we didn't even notice was there and to our astonishment, we saw two naked twinks walk in. We stopped laughing immediately.

"… and I heard the producers want us to start wearing rubbers because of some new disease called EDS that's starting to spread around."

"It's called AIDS dude. And it's some serious shit. I ain't complaining cause … Oh shit." They both stopped and stared at us. They had short dark brown hair combed down. One of them was a little taller with lighter skin and the shorter one was more tanned and kind of looked like he was under eighteen. He didn't even have any pubic hair which made me wonder if he had just shaved it off. And their bodies were so smooth.

"Dude, I didn't know they were bringing in young boys. Did you? What's the occasion?" asked the taller one.

"Who cares dude. I'm picking this younger blonde cutie. You can have the older cutie." The shorter one stepped up to Rene and extended his hand. "Hey little guy. I'm Dru." Rene just stood frozen staring at Dru's dick which was starting to inflate higher and higher. "Oh, this little cutie is hot. What's your name hot stuff?"

"Hello," Rene squeaked out like a little girl. "Ahem, I mean um, heeey. I'm … I'm Rene." he said in a deeper voice shaking Dru's hand. Rene tried to act cool by trying to lean on the back of the sofa chair and accidentally fell down between the chair and the magazine rack blowing a puff of dust into the air.

Dru walked over and stood with his legs open right over Rene's stomach looking down at him. He reached down with his hand to help him up, but instead of grabbing his hand, Rene grabbed Dru's boner with a look of awe. Dru smiled widely.

"I like him. Can I keep him?" Dru said allowing Rene to play with his boner.

The other guy walked up to me with his penis also expanding upwards. "Hey man, I'm Andre." When I put out my hand to shake it, he grabbed it and pulled it to his boner, wrapping my fingers around it. His pubes were short and nicely trimmed. I couldn't believe he just did that. Are we like being seduced or something? He didn't even ask for my name as he moved my hand to get me to jerk him off.

I looked over to Rene who was leaning against the back of the chair with his jeans and white underwear lowered halfway down to his knees while Dru was sucking on his cock and massaging his butt cheeks through his legs. Rene just stared down at him looking nervous, excited, aroused and astonished all at the same time. Then he looked at me with an expression of 'Can you believe this shit?'

Andre unbuttoned my own jeans, pulled them down along with my underwear, and sat me down at the base of the chimney. Then he started sucking on my cock. He slipped off my shoes and pulled my jeans and underwear off completely. He pulled up my shirt, opened up my legs, and continued giving me a very stimulating blow job. I looked over at Rene and gave him the same half-smile expression he had given me. Bailey is definitely gonna go hang himself when he finds out what he missed out on.

"Andre! Dru! What the hell are you idiots doing? These are minors," Jesse said heatedly when he walked in the door.

"Mmm, I know," said Dru licking his lips. "Aren't they delicious?" he said as he went back to licking and massaging Rene's glans with his tongue.

Jesse stormed over and grabbed both of them by the arm and led them out the door. "Out, out, out. And you boys get dressed this instant before we get a god damned surprise inspection by the city. Move!"

Damn, this was starting to get good. After me and Rene got dressed, Jesse led us out the front door. "Sorry boys, but Rodney can't come down right now cause he's in the middle of a scene for a video. I don't mean to be rude, but you boys need to scram. Go on, get out of here and don't come back," he said shutting the door.

"What, that's it? We come all this way to bring back the wallet that Rodney lost? The wallet that I found, and we don't even get a fucking thank you?" I could feel my anger boiling up again. "What the fuck, man?" I yelled at the door. I walked over to one of the windows. "You're a fucking dick, you know that Jesse? Can you believe this shit?"

"I know, right? Come on Chuck. Let's just get the hell out of here."

I took a deep calming breath. "Damn it. I was really hoping I could see Rodney again. Dude, he kissed me on the cheek before I got out of that limo last night. I was hoping he'd give me a kiss on the lips for bringing him back his wallet. It's the least he could've done, don't you think?"

"Yeah, maybe he would've given you one of those dick trophies," he said giving me a playful shove as we started walking away.

"Well if he did, I wouldn't let you hold it or even come near it. You'd probably end up breaking that cock in half too."

"You're never gonna let me live this down, are you?"

"Maybe someday, halfcock."

"Just don't tell Bailey about this or he'll be teasing me even after I'm dead and buried."

I started laughing. "Mums the word bro."

Chapter 5
Land of Fantasy

(Charlie's apartment, Saturday around noon, two weeks later)

I kept plucking at the guitar strings in my room. It was hard to concentrate with gramma's TV always being so loud. Damn it. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't come up with a good ending to this damn tune. I heard a light tapping on my door. It was gramma.

"Charlie, you have a special delivery from the mailman. I had to sign for it and everything." She handed me a sealed clasp envelope. "Well? Aren't you gonna open it?"

Oh my God. What if it's a response from that porn magazine contest I entered saying that I didn't win? If I open it, gramma will find out. She'll skin me alive. She'll bring in Father O'Riley to come do an exorcism on me for sure.

"Oh um, I just ordered a comic book through the mail. It was from my own allowance. I'll open it up later gramma. I'm just trying to finish this song."

"Okay Charlie. Well, enjoy your new comic book," she said walking out the door while I continued playing the guitar. As soon as she stepped out, I quietly got up from my bed and gently closed the door all the way. I grabbed the yellow envelope and ripped it open. There was a single letter with a single line typed up. No heading, no signature, no nothing. Just one single line.

Too bad you can't be here all by yourself this Saturday between 4:00 pm and 10 pm when nobody's gonna be here."

Whaaaaat? I kept reading it over and over again. What is this? Could it be that Rodney wants me to meet with him at that gay bar today? At four o'clock in the afternoon? For six hours? There's no other explanation. What else can it be? I went to the phone in the hallway and dialed Rene's number.

"Rene, it's me – Chuck. Hey, can I spend the night at your house tonight? Yeah? Are you sure your parents will let me? Listen, it might be a little late before I actually get there. I'll explain later okay? Thanks. Bye."

"Gramma! Can I spend the night at Rene's house?"

(Gay bar, 4:00 pm)

I sat on my bike waiting at the edge of the deserted parking lot of the gay bar where Rodney had performed two weeks ago. My heart was pounding. I was sweating with nerves. I hated not knowing what was going on or what was gonna happen. Could this be some kind of mistake? Maybe this has nothing to do with the contest. Maybe Rodney just wanted to thank me for returning his wallet. But how would he know my address to send me that letter?

Then I saw a limo pulling up to the curb, the same one Rodney had invited me into. Holy shit, it has to be Rodney. It just has to be. Maybe Adam and Daniel are in there too. I imagined the back window rolling down and seeing his beautiful face with that sexy smile and those gorgeous white teeth wearing an unbuttoned shirt and making 'come here' signs with his finger. And then the record skipped when the window came down and I saw Jesse's ugly face on the driver's seat. What the hell?

"Hey kid. I see you made it."

"What do you want?"

Jesse turned off the engine and stepped out. He paused when he saw me stepping away. He pulled out a piece of paper from his side pocket and opened it up in front of me. "I came because of this. You recognize it?"

I leaned forward to take a closer look. It was the form I filled out and mailed in for that contest. But that's impossible. "Hey man, that's a mistake. I'm only thirteen. What's going on?"

"Look kid, the truth is, I fucked up okay? Remember that time when you tripped all of us at that bar? Well I didn't know someone had pushed you until Rodney told me what happened. And um, when you and your friend stopped by to return Rodney's wallet, instead of thanking you boys, I was being an asshole with you and that was wrong. I'm sorry.

"When Rodney found out I had kicked you boys out of the house, he blew a fuse and almost fired my ass. He even made me drive around to see if I could find you boys, but you were long gone. Anyways, when we were going through all the submissions for that contest, Rodney recognized your name from this form you mailed in. That's how we got the address to mail you that note. That wallet holds a lot of meaning for him and has some things that are irreplaceable. Despite my objections, Rodney personally selected you as an unofficial winner."

"Really? But I'm still thirteen. What are we gonna be doing? Are we just gonna be playing checkers or something? How is this gonna work?"

"I don't know and frankly, I'm not supposed to know. I've been instructed to drive you over to the ranch and as soon as I drop you off, I'm supposed to take all the staff with me out on the town. It'll just be you, Rodney, and a group of models."

"You mean that house is a ranch?"

"Yup. We even have a couple of horses for some of the photo shots. Nothing like seeing a twink riding naked on a horse without a saddle, wouldn't you say?"

"Yeah. Gives a whole different meaning to the word bareback."

Jesse cracked a smile at that one. "You know, for some reason, Rodney has formed a strange attachment to you. He has a lot of fans, but I've never seen him react this way with anyone like the way he's reacting to you. Look, I don't know what's gonna happen when you get there, but I'm sure Rodney will explain it to you. You might end up playing checkers or Rodney and the other boys might well decide to fulfill your wildest fantasies. I'm sorry I've been such a dick with you. Will you forgive me?"

I reached up and shook his hand absently with half a smile already fantasizing about what was gonna happen. "Sure, why not? You're not gonna make me cover my eyes again when we get there, are you?"

"I'm actually gonna have to blindfold you." He chuckled when he saw my expression. "Just kidding. This time you'll be going in with eyes wide open." He put his hands on my shoulders. "One more thing – it goes without saying that you can't tell anybody about this because if anyone finds out, Rodney and the boys can go to prison for a very long time. The magazine will announce an official winner, but it won't be you for obvious reasons. And you've probably already figured out that there won't be any photo sessions, right? At least not with you in it. Tonight you'll do your thing with the boys and at ten o'clock I'll stop by and pick you up."

"You're right. It goes without saying. I swear I won't say a word. Now take me to Rodney before I chicken out."

"You got it boss. Let's get your bike inside the limo."

(Thirty minutes later)

By the time we got to the ranch, all the staff were already waiting outside sitting on some benches. They all climbed into the limo and took off for the evening. Rodney stood at the entrance fully clothed with a nice black button shirt waiting for me to come in.

"Hey Chuck," Rodney said kissing me on the cheek.

"Hey Rodney," I said looking up at him shyly.

"It's nice to see you again."

"Thanks. It's nice to see you again too."

"Can I ask you for a favor?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Would you mind if I call you Charlie instead of Chuck?"

"Well, no. All my friends call me Chuck though, but you can call me Charlie if you want."

"Can I call you Charlie and still be your friend? It just seems like the name Chuck sounds too much like … vomit. You know, like when someone eats too much and they feel like they wanna chuck?"

"I hadn't thought about that. But you can be my friend either way. I'd be honored." I looked around the living room and out into the back yard. Was it just my imagination or did this place smell just like the fresh out of the plastic porn magazine? There were different models mingling around here and there trying to pretend they weren't trying to listen in to our conversation. Most wore tank tops and shorts with only a few who were shirtless. They all looked incredibly sexy.

"Cool. Alright Charlie, you wanna come up to my room? Come on."

"Awesome! Ahem, I mean, sh… sure." (Gulp) "Lead the way." I let out a deep breath as I followed him up the stairs wondering what we were gonna be doing alone in his room. Shit, what if he asks me if I brought a condom? That's okay. They must have a whole bunch of them in here.

We walked into a brightly lit room with a queen size bed with bright colored bedsheets. There were three tripods with cameras positioned at different spots. I almost jumped when I felt something rubbing against my leg. It was a fluffy cat which seemed to be getting really affectionate with my ankle. I picked it up and started scratching behind its ear.

"Oh, this is our house cat Raspy. He seems to like you. By the way, this is the only pussy you'll find around this house." I started giggling wondering why they had named him Raspy even though I was still a little nervous. Rodney pulled out his wallet and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Come have a seat Charlie," he said patting the spot next to him. "You're probably wondering what this is all about and why you're here."

"I think I have an idea. Is it because I found your wallet?"

Rodney turned and gave me a warm hug. "Exactly. Thank you so much Charlie. You don't know how much this means to me." He pulled out the picture of him and a younger kid and handed it to me. "This was my best friend Jonathan. He and I hooked up when we were in high school. He died in a house fire about a year ago. Everything burned to the ground including his parents. This is the only picture I have of him. If you hadn't found my wallet, I would've never seen him again."

"Rodney, I'm so sorry."

"So this is my way of thanking you for your bravery and for your honesty. Not one single dollar was missing. You've won the contest Charlie – well, unofficially. You get to spend the evening with Rodney Ramrod. You'll get to fulfill your wildest sex fantasies. You're gonna be the boss tonight.

"You get to tell me what you wanna do with me and what you want me to do to you. Anything you want. You want us to fuck each other? Let's fuck. You want us to blow each other? Let's suck. You wanna 69 each other? Let's get down. Anything at all. So, tell me Charlie, how can I make your wet dreams come true?" he asked rubbing his hand on my crotch.

Whoa, straight to it, huh? I closed my eyes for a second as I felt myself being slammed with waves of lustful urges. Is this really happening? Have I somehow slipped into a sexual Twilight Zone that's gonna have some kind of twisted ending where Rodney turns out to be a girl? This is what I've been dreaming of. This is my wet dream I had a few weeks ago. I get to have a fuck session with my dream boy. All I have to do is say the word and I can fuck Rodney Ramrod.

I looked into Rodney's eyes as he waited for me to say something. "Um, can you …"

"Yes?"

"Can you um, can you kiss me? On – on the lips?"

"We can start with that." Rodney gently pushed me down on the bed and started kissing me. His lips were as moist as I had imagined them to be. He started probing with his tongue which made me start probing his mouth too. He sucked on my tongue trying to get me to stick it in further into his mouth. This felt good. I definitely liked where this was going. But something didn't feel right. I didn't see any sparks or fireworks. Somehow, I had imagined it differently during my fantasies of such a moment like this.

"What's wrong Charlie," Rodney asked while we continued kissing. "Are you getting nervous?"

I sat up on the bed breaking our lip lock. "I don't know. Somehow it seems weird for me to be telling you what to do. I thought it would be more um, I'm trying to think of the right word."

"You mean more spontaneous?"

"Yeah, that's it. I wanted this to be more spontaneous."

"I see what you're trying to say. I like that. Let's talk for a little bit. You mentioned on your form that you play guitar. Are you any good at it?"

"Kind of. I've been working on this new piece, but I can't seem to come up with a good ending. And it's also hard to concentrate cause my gramma always has her TV on real loud."

Rodney got up to grab a guitar he had in the room and handed it to me. "I'd like to hear it. Would you play it for me?"

"Okay."

"Here, why don't you warm up and I'll be right back."

Rodney stepped out and closed the door for a few minutes while I started getting familiar with his guitar. I could hear him giving some kind of instructions to the guys. Then he stepped back in leaving the door open.

"Alright Charlie, play your tune and let's see what you've got."

I started off slowly sitting on the edge of the bed. Rodney stood in front of me and started unbuttoning his shirt. After pulling his shirt off, he unbuttoned his pants and left the flaps open. I could see the tip of his boner pressing up under his colorful briefs.

He pulled his pants off completely and started rubbing his crotch while I distractedly tried to keep plucking on the strings. He moved his body like the way I imagined a stripper would. He was teasing me, tantalizing me. I kept clenching my groin muscles trying to control my urges. I stopped and stared at him wondering what he was doing and why he was doing it.

"Don't stop. Keep playing." I started playing again feeling more and more distracted. "That sounds nice Charlie. I can see you playing that while camping out around a cozy fire in Yosemite Park in front of El Capitan. That sounds really relaxing."

Rodney pulled down his briefs and got completely naked. His boner was arching up just like I'd seen it in many of his pictures. I started plucking on the wrong strings as I tried to focus and trying not to stare at his full nakedness.

"Keep going. Don't stop," Rodney said as he climbed on the bed and knelt right behind me. He leaned down and started kissing me on the neck as he started unbuttoning my own shirt. He grabbed the guitar while I pulled it off.

"You want me to keep playing?" I asked with a hard swallow as Rodney undid my pants and started pulling them off along with my underwear.

"Yes, keep playing."

"Hooo, are … are you sure? Why?"

"Because I've learned that you have the ability to come up with some very bright ideas when you're being stimulated like this, just like you did in the limo. Plus, you wanted everything to be spontaneous, didn't you? Just keep playing. Please?"

I continued playing. Rodney reached around and started rubbing his hand over my balls and my boner. The tune I was trying to play wasn't even recognizable anymore. With all these distractions and stimulation, my fingers kept plucking on the wrong strings.

"Concentrate Charlie. Concentrate. Close your eyes and let your arousal guide your music. Let all this stimulation move your fingers to fill in the gaps in your notes. Don't let this turn into a distraction. Turn all this arousal into a source of inspiration to find that ending you're looking for. Envision the notes pouring out while I'm masturbating you."

Rodney went to sit on a chair and had me sit on his lap. I could see his boner pushing up through my legs. "Keep playing Charlie. Keep playing," he insisted. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and tried to continue. Then to my surprise, I started envisioning an ending to my song. I couldn't believe it. This was actually working. I could feel Rodney kissing my neck and stroking my chest and wiggling his boner between my legs.

"Yes Charlie. That sounds good. There you go. You've got it. I think you've got it," he moaned as he continued with his erotic stimulation of my body.

I felt my fingers responding to the way he was touching me and caressing me and pressing against me. I was beginning to find an ending to my song. I kept playing those last notes making slight changes here and there. I finally had enough to be able to complete my song.

"Good job Charlie. Good job," Rodney said as he got up and led me to the bed. He reached to the night stand and grabbed some kind of lubricant. "You know how to use this, right?"

I turned to the side and noticed a few of the models standing at the door peeking in and jerking themselves off under their shorts. "Yeah, but what about …"

"It's okay, just let them watch. Go for it Charlie. Just be spontaneous like you wanted."

Somehow, I felt a bit of a thrill doing all these nasty things with Rodney while the other models were watching us. This was really turning them on by the way they kept jerking themselves. So, this is it. This is really gonna happen. I lubricated my dick and his butt hole and just squeezed it in. I'm fucking Rodney Ramrod. I'm actually fucking Rodney Ramrod.

I had dreamed of this moment countless of times knowing full well that it was never ever gonna come true. I watched the guys at the door while I kept thrusting and I saw Adam giving me a thumbs up with a big smile. I just smiled back wondering if this just might be another one of my wet dreams.

Then something dawned on me as I looked around the room. The sun beams coming through the window, the hazy ambience caused by countless dust motes floating lazily in the air, the shadows I was making on his closet door. I suggested this exact scene to Rodney when we were in the limo. This is my scene being acted out by me and Rodney.

Then Adam walked in and whispered something into Rodney's ear. Rodney nodded. "Alright. I'll send him down in a moment."

Rodney had me pull out of him. "Charlie, would you mind going downstairs with Adam? He wants you to help him out with something."

"Oh, okay. Sure" Adam was waiting for me at the door. Another naked model walked in and started having sex with Rodney.

"Come on bro. Follow me," Adam said walking in front of me. All the other models started walking behind me and I could just feel them staring at my butt. I felt really awkward walking around this huge house completely naked. He led me into that small room with the fireplace where Jesse had told me and Rene to wait.

Adam turned to me. "Alright Chuck. Remember in the limo you told us how you wanted to see me posing for the next magazine coming out? I want you to tell me again cause I'm gonna try it out with Andre here for our next photo shoot."

We spent the next half an hour with me trying to get Adam and his partner to pose in as close to the position that I had envisioned as possible. Adam walked over to a closet and pulled out a small stepping stool.

"Alright Chuck. I just wanna make sure we're getting this right. I want you to put this stool behind me and climb on. Then I want you to start fucking me just like Andre was doing. Do it just the way you told us." He turned to one of the models with a camera. "Hey, make sure that thing's off okay? We don't wanna get busted."

I did as he told me. I was just planning on pressing against him, but I just decided to fuck him for real. Adam even turned around and started Frenching me while massaging the back of my hair. By now, any notions of embarrassment or shyness around all these models were completely gone. The guys started getting really playful with me both innocently and also sexually. There were times where I was surrounded by all these horny dicks trying to make any kind of contact with my body.

Then I felt someone tapping me on the shoulder. It was Daniel. "What's up bro?"

"Oh, hey Daniel," I answered with a smile.

"I almost didn't recognize you all naky and all. That is one very impressive boner dude. You're gonna make an awesome porn star someday."

"Really? You really think so?"

"Of course, dude.

"Well, heh heh … you have a pretty impressive boner yourself."

"Thanks. Hey, you wanna help me out with something? I liked your idea about those pool shots for the next magazine. You think you can help us set the scene for that?"

"Yeah, no problem. Easy peasy."

"Awesome bro. Follow me."

We went out the back to the pool area along with a bunch of the other models who were getting ready to strip. I was mesmerized by the hotness of watching this group of boys pulling down their trunks at the same time out here in the open. My heart just skipped a heartbeat watching all this nudity. I could never get used to this without popping a boner every single time.

All the guys jumped into the pool and reached up with their arms waiting for me to come in the water. I just jumped into their arms and let myself be probed and fondled and caressed by the hands of all these gorgeous twinks. They formed a circle with a floatie in the middle and helped me jump on with several hands pushing me up by my butt. I was lying down on my back as they passed me around as each of them sucked on my dick. Then they had me lie on my stomach for another round of taking turns licking my butt and my nuts.

This was turning out to be my wildest dreams just as I had imagined them. I had spent hours lying on my bed trying out all kinds of erotic fantasies in my head while I masturbated under the covers. And now I was living out those very same fantasies. I was still wondering if they were actually going to adopt my ideas for their next photo sessions. I just lay there on my stomach feeling my butt cheeks being parted and feeling a whole bunch of tongues wedging themselves into my butt. I'm definitely going to be a porn star when I grow up.

After we got out of the pool, all the guys guided me to a large curved shower room with a bunch of sprayers. They immediately started lathering my whole body. I could feel all these hands caressing and probing and fondling me. I was hard as a rock. This has to be a sexual version of the Twilight Zone. I'm just glad Rodney didn't turn out to be a girl. I just opened my legs and let myself go as I looked up to the ceiling with the widest of smiles.

Rodney stuck his head in. "Hey guys, the pizzas are here. Who's hungry?"

Chapter 6
Special Edition

(The Ranch, Rodney's room, two hours later)

Me and Rodney were kneeling on the bed kissing passionately and caressing each other's bodies. "Let me fuck you Charlie," Rodney gasped.

"Where's the lubricant," I asked gasping for breath.

Rodney pushed me down and pointed his dick in my face. "Right there in your mouth. Mmm, suck me Charlie. Oh, you are one horny little bastard. Get it all slicked up."

Oh yeah. I've been waiting for this moment that I knew was gonna happen sooner or later. I've given blow jobs before, but I almost felt dizzy with this particular cock in my mouth. To be able to play with his balls and squeeze his ass while I was sucking him off was bringing me close to the edge. Then he turned me around and started fucking me.

"Charlie, are you okay? I'm not hurting you?" he asked as he started thrusting his cock into my ass.

I tightened my eyes momentarily. Then I started relaxing. "No, I'm good. You're not the first person who's fucked me. Just older." I looked around the room and noticed that Rodney had closed the door this time. He probably wanted me to feel more relaxed as he continued to fulfill all my sexual dreams. It's as if he had a checklist of all my fantasies and was marking them off one by one. Rodney pulled out and I could feel his hot juices squirting on my back.

Then he started sucking me off. Oh man, I was getting close. I could feel the orgasm right at the edge as I leaned back on the headboard with my legs open while Rodney did things to my cock that had never been done before. He was lighting me on fire with that tongue of his. Here it comes … here it comes … "Huhh, huhh … uh Rodney! Hmm … Hmm!"

I felt the familiar explosion of sensations but magnified ten times over. That was so fucking powerful. I watched with mixed feelings as Rodney kept sucking my dick and licking my sperm after I had orgasmed. Somehow, I felt like doing the same thing to him.

Rodney turned on the radio to soft music and we spent a moment just spooning each other on the bed. Rodney was doing the spooning and I was up in the clouds. Raspy jumped on the bed and lay down in front of my face. I put my ear on his tummy and I could hear him purring. I had never felt so relaxed. I didn't want this to end. Then we started getting dressed. My God, where did the time go? I was having so much fun.

Rodney opened up a drawer and pulled out two bracelets giving one to me. "What's this?" I asked curiously.

"It's a friendship bracelet."

"Does this mean I get to see you again?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"Probably not. But we don't have to see each other to be friends. We can write to each other. These bracelets are a way for us to remember this special moment."

I slipped the bracelet on my wrist and rotated it around. He reached into the closet. "Here, I also want you to have this." I gasped when he placed a rubber dildo on my palm. "This is an exact replica of my fully erected penis."

I was speechless. "Rodney – I … I couldn't."

"Don't worry. I have more. It has a lifetime warranty, so you can play with it as much as you want."

I started laughing. "I get to play with your dick for the rest of my life?"

"That's right. And it'll never go limp. I promise."

I hugged him tightly. "Thank you. I'll never ever forget this day. I'll always remember you Rodney Ramrod."

"You're sweet. I'm going to miss you Charles Crowley. Maybe someday you'll be a porn star and be even more popular than I am."

"No way. You are my dream boy Rodney. You are one of a kind that only comes around once in a lifetime. And I am the luckiest boy in the world who gets to remember that I was one of the lucky ones and one of the youngest ones who got to fuck Rodney Ramrod. And that's gonna last even longer than the warranty."

Rodney went to the closet and grabbed his guitar. "Play me your song. I wanna hear the whole thing now that you've finished it."

It made me feel proud that he had liked my song. We sat cross legged on the bed facing each other swaying from side to side as I softly played the tunes that Rodney had helped me complete.

As soon as I finished the song, Rodney grabbed the guitar and placed it on the carpet. He leaned into me and started sucking on my neck. "We still have enough time for another round," he whispered. "If you want, you can be the person who got to fuck Rodney Ramrod twice in one night. You wanna fuck me again?" he asked as he stuck his tongue down my throat.

We both started stripping our clothes off as fast as we could with wide smiles. We'll just leave the door open this time. If anyone wants to watch, let them watch. Once we got into it, Adam and Daniel walked in which quickly transformed our duo into an orgy of four. What more can I ask for? All my fantasies have already been fulfilled. Checklist complete.

(Six weeks later, Charlie's apartment)

Me, Bailey and Rene walked into my apartment planning to go straight to my room and lock the door. There was a note on the coffee table.

Charlie, went to Bingo Night early. I left some spaghetti on the stove for you. I'll be home at the usual time. Wish me luck.

"Guys, this is freaking awesome," said Rene barely containing himself. "Chuck, I love your gramma so much I could kiss her."

"Yeah, try that and you'll get punched right in the kisser," Bailey joked as he started making smooching sounds behind Rene.

I opened up my backpack and pulled out the porn magazine. "Special Edition guys. Are you ready?"

"Let's do this," said Rene with a wide smile as we all started stripping our clothes off. We all leaned in and took a long whiff of the intoxicating aroma of a brand new porn magazine. I pulled it out of the plastic and marveled at the shiny cover of Rodney on the bed leaning backwards against the headboard with Raspy strategically placed over his crotch. We all started laughing at the side caption 'Only one pussy in this house.'

This magazine was about twice as thick as the regular magazines. I had read that it would have a whole bunch of extra photos and bonus material. I couldn't wait to see if they had ended up using any of my ideas for the photos. I was also curious to see if they had actually announced an official winner to that contest I had entered and unofficially won.

Before I told the guys everything that had happened to me, I insisted that we perform a blood oath of secrecy and that if any one of them squealed this to anyone, they would be cursed with having a tiny dick for the rest of their lives. Still, they were not very convinced and thought that I had exaggerated on most of the details.

They said everything sounded too fantastical. I guess if I was in their shoes, I'd have trouble believing that I had won a contest from a porn magazine and that I got to have orgies with a bunch of sex crazed stripper models. I wouldn't believe me either.

I placed the magazine on my lap and started paging through it. Wow, I was flabbergasted. "Holy shit. Guys, they used my ideas for some of their photo sessions. I recognize the setups that I came up with for the scenes with Adam, Daniel, and Rodney. All the shots were taken in that same house just the way I told them. They actually used my ideas."

Bailey and Rene looked at each other with skepticism. "Are you sure that's what happened," asked Bailey. "You're not pulling our dicks, are you?"

I closed my eyes in annoyance. "You know what? Stuff you guys, just forget it," I said tossing the magazine to Bailey. "I know what happened and if you guys don't believe me, well tough shit. I'll be in my room."

I walked into my room angrily and grabbed my guitar. I could hear Bailey and Rene mumbling as I started playing my newly completed song. I was just starting to relax when their mumbling became louder and more distracting. Something was going on. I walked out of my room holding my guitar to see what the deal was. Rene was looking at the magazine through my gramma's magnifying glass with a sense of urgency.

"I'm telling you it's right there. Here, take a look for yourself," said Rene excitedly.

"Holy fuck," Bailey said as he examined other pages with the magnifying glass. "You're right. Here's another one. Look, right there!"

"Alright, what's going on guys," I asked getting annoyed again.

Bailey and Rene looked at me open-mouthed. "Chuck, you lucky motherfucker. You were telling the truth this whole time," said Rene looking completely astounded.

"What are you talking about?"

"Come over here dude. We wanna check something out. Hurry," insisted Bailey.

I walked over and they had me turn around. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" asked Rene checking out my butt. "It's a perfect match dude," said Rene.

I whipped around. "Would you guys tell me what the fuck's going on?"

"Dude, you came out on the porno," Bailey said reverently.

"I what?"

"You came out on the porno. Look!" shouted Rene pointing at one of the pages. He grabbed the magnifying glass and magnified the image of one of the model's butt. "That's your birthmark dude. That's your halfmoon. That's your butt isn't it?"

"It can't be." I picked up the magazine and took a closer look. Son of a bitch – how the hell did they do this? After examining every single photo, I realized what they had done. They used regular models for most of the shots and used me as a substitute in some of the scenes where my face wouldn't show and no one would know it was me.

They must've had hidden cameras or cameras that they could activate by remote control. They wanted me to believe that no one would be allowed to take pictures of me. I looked at the pictures and saw myself in those shots where I'm fucking Rodney on the bed, the shots showing the back of my head while Adam caresses my hair while I'm fucking him while standing on the step stool, the shot where I'm on my stomach getting a rim job at the pool. These models are so smooth that one can easily mistake me as one of them as long as they don't see my face or my hairless cock.

Rene started giggling. "Dude, he's mooning us in more ways than one."

"Wait, what is that?" asked Bailey as he looked over my shoulder.

"Where?"

"Right there in the bottom corner. It looks like some kind of watermark."

I moved the magnifying glass to the corner and I could barely make out some writing. "Turn on the lamp," I said excitedly. I placed the magazine right under the lamp shade and took a closer look. "It looks like some kind of writing in cursive.

We dedicate this Special Edition to our friend Charlie.

With love, Rodney, Adam, and Daniel

I turned to the other pages and they all had the same watermark. Each of them had given me their autographs on every single page. I let myself drop to the sofa and just stared at it. I couldn't believe it. Rodney and the others must've known about my birthmark when they made this special edition.

They gave me a way for me to prove that I was actually there, that this really did happen, that I wasn't just making this up. If anyone didn't believe me, all I had to do was pull down my pants and just moon them like Rene had joked about.

"Hey Chuck, I'm sorry I didn't believe you," said Bailey.

"Yeah, I'm sorry too," offered Rene coming to sit next to me. "We'll never doubt you again Chuck. Are we good?" he asked putting out his hand.

"Yeah, we're good. And guys, could you do me a favor?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"Don't call me Chuck anymore."

"What do you want us to call you?"

I rotated my friendship bracelet around my wrist with a warm smile.

"Call me Charlie."

Epilogue

The appearance of my birthmark on that Special Edition became a sensation in the adult porn industry. People in the gay community became obsessed with trying to find out who this person was with the moon-shaped birthmark and the smoothest butt ever. People started referring to that person as the Halfmoon Prince. Every single copy of that magazine had sold out everywhere in the country in less than a week.

The offices of the producers of the magazine became flooded with fan letters begging for more pictures of that incredible butt and for more copies of the magazine. Rumors started flying around like wildfire about who this person could be. Cash rewards were offered for anyone who could identify this Halfmoon Prince. Porn models were confronted by men pleading for them to pull down their pants to see if they had the mark. Some even came forward claiming to be the Halfmoon Prince but were soon found out to be imposters.

After a while, the sensation started fading away. I kept my magazine in mint condition inside the original plastic hidden away where no one could find it. There were times when I was tempted to send an anonymous letter with a picture of my birthmark saying that I was the Halfmoon Prince and restart the flames of curiosity again. But that would've been cruel knowing that no one would ever be seeing any more pictures of what they claim was a smoking hot piece of ass.

Unfortunately, this would have the unintended consequence of preventing me from becoming a porn star myself after becoming an adult. Any pictures of me appearing naked would reveal that I was the Halfmoon Prince. It wouldn't take long for people to realize that I was only thirteen at the time those pictures were taken. People would start asking questions, the authorities would open investigations … I couldn't do that to Rodney and my friends. Bailey and Rene were the only ones who knew my secret and I felt very grateful that they had kept it under wraps.

I never saw Rodney Ramrod again. At least not in person. I kept collecting the magazines and kept up with the articles of him and the other models. I was pleasantly surprised to read that Rodney had won several AVN Awards for some of the videos he had made. Unfortunately, I couldn't get my hands on any of them.

Luckily, I happened to strike up a conversation with the clerk who worked at the adult bookstore on his way out one night. After I told him what I was looking for, he immediately led me and my bike back into the store and locked the door for a couple of hours. I walked out with a video in my hand and he walked out with a big smile.

(Eight months later)

I was feeling a little nervous on my way home from school. Some of the boys kept staring at my butt in the locker room and talking behind my back. I hope they hadn't figured out my secret. Now that I was a freshman, the last thing I needed was for people to start spreading rumors about me.

I decided to take a shortcut behind the shopping center. Suddenly I felt myself being pulled behind a dumpster by two older teens. "Hey man, you're the Halfmoon Prince, aren't you?" said the one with freckles.

"Mike, Joey. What are you guys doing? What are you talking about?"

"We saw your birthmark in the showers Charlie," said Mike. "It's a perfect match so it has to be you. Admit it."

"Look guys, I don't want any trouble okay? Seriously, I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just gonna go alright?"

"It's all right dude," said Joey. He looked at Mike. "Let's show him." They both pulled out a copy of the Special Edition porn magazine from the back of their pants and opened it up to one of my shots where I'm with Rodney on the bed.

They both looked around to see if anyone was coming. "We just wanted to know if you could do us a favor?" asked Joey.

"Um … that depends on the favor," I said cautiously.

"Could we have your autograph?"

I just stared at them pleasantly surprised. I may not be able to be a porn star, but that didn't mean I couldn't have my own fans. And I was only fourteen. Totally rad.

"Alright. You guys found me out. Just promise me you won't tell anyone"

"Are you shitting us? Who would we tell? The first thing they'd ask is what are you guys doing looking at a gay magazine?"

I looked at them and wondered if I had just committed the biggest mistake of my life. "So, you guys really want my autograph?"

"Well yeah dude. You're the Halfmoon Prince," said Mikey. "But first, can we make sure it's really you? Could we like take a look at it really quick?"

I stared at their faces and at their bodies and rated their attractiveness. They were sexy cute. "Alright. I guess I can show you. But not here. You boys wanna um … come over to my apartment? It'll be more private." I asked with a crooked smile.

"Really?" they both said in awe. "That would be awesome."

"So, which one of my pictures did you like the best?"

"All of them."

"Good answer. Follow me boys."

The End