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This is not intended for anyone 17 or under. It contains some sexually
explicit material.

Part 3

Joey was still hanging close to me every day at school.  The routine
stayed virtually unchanged, the bus, classes, lunch, everything.
Everything that is, except the boy's bathroom. Since his visit that
Friday after Valentine's Day he made one little change to his routine.
Although he still went into a stall to pee, not using the urinals like
the rest of the boys, he did not latch the door anymore. He left it
open, apparently feeling a little more comfortable.  Of course, he
always washed his hands thoroughly each time he used the bathroom.

He was able to spend a few afternoons with me during the following two
months. We played poker each time, and each time at 6:15 his watch
would go off for him to go home. We then counted our chips to see who
the winner was. He had become a pretty good poker player.

Spring break began the day after Easter, and we got the whole week off
from school. Joey and his parents traveled to Indiana for the week 
They were to return on Saturday.  He was excited about seeing all of
his family his friends again.

The Monday of break was a nice, warm spring day. I rode my skateboard
for a while, and while putting it back in the garage, I looked up at
the opening to the garage attic. I felt a strong urge to go up there.
After climbing up, I opened the door/window to let in light, and then
looked around on the floor.  I saw the place on the floor where John
and I had shot off together.  They were now just small dried, whitish
areas on the brown wood floor. They looked kind of like hard water
deposits. As I stood there a flood of memories came back to me, and a
flood of excitement captured me. I could feel it in my pants. I saw no
reason to keep from getting naked and reliving the moment.

I kicked off my shoes, pulled my shirt over my head, unbuttoned,
unzipped, and took my jeans and briefs down together, pulling the
waist over the legs, turning them inside out. My briefs stayed in my
jeans, just like they did before. I tossed them close to the same area
where I threw them before. I wanted to relive that moment from
November.

I immediately started in. When it was at maximum hardness, I let go
and looked at my new young-adult nakedness. I noticed how straight my
cock was sticking out. I remembered how it's perfect straightness and
the fact that it so perfectly pointed straight ahead always amazed
John.  I wished he could see how much it had grown in the time since
he had left.  This was the place where we last did it together,
groping and stroking each other until we shot our loads onto the
floor. I couldn`t stand it much longer, and in no time I was ready to
let it go.  I have heard that the brain is the biggest sex organ.  So
true!  I didn't have to stroke it very long before I exploded.  The
memories did most of the work It had been a couple of days since I
last jacked off, so I had a pretty good amount to release.

The first blast shot straight out about two feet, missing the previous
spot. The remaining shots landed right where I wanted them to,
straight down, right on top of the stains. I stood stark naked (except
my socks), breathing hard, my heart pounding. It felt great.

It wasn`t the same, though. John was gone, and recreating the moment
as closely as I could was cool, but it wasn't the same. I stood there
thinking, naked and flushed, and then turned my pants back outside-in,
took my briefs out, put them on, and finished getting dressed. Like
before, I left the semen on the floor. I closed the window/door, and
climbed back down.

On Thursday afternoon I was raking out the front flower beds. (My
parents did not spoil me rotten. Yes, I was an only child, but I had
responsibilities around the house.) Leaves and junk accumulated in the
flower beds over the winter months and had to be raked every spring. 
I had to get all of them raked before the week was over.

I heard a vehicle come down the road.  It was an airport van. It
pulled up into the Anderson's driveway. They got out, and the driver
set their suitcases and bags in front of the garage door. I set down
my rake and immediately went over.

Joey's dad looked at me as I came up approached them.  "Good
afternoon, Timothy."  He gave the driver a $20 bill, and the van
backed out and drove away. His mom greeted me, too.

Joey said, "My father was called and we had to return early. The
employees at the plant are negotiating a new contract, and they are
threatening to strike over the weekend if their demands are not met." 
He talked like a newsman. "Mother, could Tim come in and help me
unpack my things?"

"That would be fine, Son"

We went in through a side door. He stopped and took off his shoes and
set them on a mat on the porch floor. I did the same.

 "How's Indiana?" It felt good having him back.

"It is different.  Randy moved away. His house was empty and on the
market for sale. Our house sold, and the people have moved in. We
stayed at my grandparent's house. My sister drove down from West
Lafayette for three days."

"Cool." 

We walked through the kitchen and down a hallway. Their home was
immaculate! It was the first time I had ever been in it. The carpeting
was white and perfectly vacuumed, the furniture and wall hangings all
matched, and everything looked in its place.  All of the rooms were
clean and uncluttered. The walls were white with no smudges or marks.

"This is a nice house."

"I did not think I would ever say this, but I am glad to be home." 
That was the first time he had ever called this home and not Indiana.
Maybe I had a part in making him feel that way.  I was glad he was
home, too.

I went with Joey into his room, and he left the door open. He laid his
suitcase on his perfectly made bed, and opened it. Everything in it
was perfectly folded and neatly organized. He had some designer
t-shirts, three clean pairs of designer jeans, some socks, a small
zipper bag, and three pairs of underwear.  He smiled big, just  like
he did when he came out of my bathroom that night.  He took a pair of
the neatly folded underwear, and, listening out the door to make sure
his parents were not out in the hall, unfolded them and showed them to
me. They were white boxer briefs.  I had never seen them before. They
looked like my Fruit of the Looms, with a similar fly, but a wider
band and legs like shorts.

"My dad switched me to these right before I turned 13, saying that I
needed to start wearing underwear for young men.  They are very
comfortable."

He had that "freedom smile" on his face again.  He must have enjoyed
showing his `unmentionables' to me.

"I ain't never seen any skivvies like those before."  

He chuckled and said, "Skivvies!" He let out a high-pitched laugh as
he neatly folded them and put them in his drawer.  He hung his jeans
and a dress shirt in his closet, and took the suitcase out to the
hall. His parents brought theirs out as well.

"I will put them back into the storage room under the stairs," Mr.
Anderson said.

"Would you like to stay and enjoy a snack, Timothy?"

"Thank you, Mrs. Anderson, that would be real nice."

We sat at the kitchen table. She took two Pepsi's out of the
refrigerator, and washed the tops of the cans in the sink. She poured
the Pepsi out of the cans and into two tall ice-filled glasses.
Setting them on a tray, she opened a pack of Oreo cookies and set some
on a small china plate. All of it was placed on the tray with two
cloth napkins! Fancy!

She set the tray on the table, and set a matching china plate in front
of each us . "You boys enjoy this."

I thanked her and she left the room with a smile on her face.

"This is real fancy."

"This is how she does things every day.  Mom stays at home, and she
works hard to make everything just right."

I would have just drunk the Pepsi out of the can, and ate the cookies
out of the pack, like normal people.  I have to admit, though, she
made an ordinary snack very special. I heard the phone ring

After we finished our snack we stayed sitting at the kitchen table,
and Joey told me all about his week, the flight, the trip, and stuff
like that. Mrs. Anderson later returned to the kitchen. "Joey, dear.
That was your sister.  She had a small mishap at school.  She twisted
her ankle badly while walking across campus. She has just been
released from the student medical center.  I am going to have to fly
up to West Lafayette and stay with her for a few days until she
recovers."

Joey's dad came in with urgency. "I just called the travel agent, and
you will fly out at 6:42 in the morning. You should be there by noon.
The tickets will be available at the check-in counter."  I have NEVER
seen a family like this. They were SO organized!  "Joseph, it is going
to be just you and me this weekend."

I looked at Joey.  "I need to go home, my mom is probably wondering
where I am."

He followed me to the door.  I sat down and put on my shoes.  "See ya,
Joey."

"Goodbye, Tim.  If  not before, I will see you on Monday morning."

At home that evening the phone rang, and Mom got it. Later she came
into my room, knocking first, as always.

"Mrs. Anderson just called.  She has to go to her daughter's in
Indiana for a few days, and Mr. Anderson isn't sure how this strike
thing is going to go, or what his schedule will be.  Joey will be
staying with us for the weekend. He will be here tomorrow after
supper"

"Yeah, I was there when she got the call. It`ll be great!... I mean,
Joey staying over, not his sister being hurt."

"He can sleep in here with you." The guestroom on the other side of my
bathroom didn't have a bed.  Mom used it as a sewing room. That's why
John slept in the same bed with me.  It was a queen-sized bed, though,
with plenty of room for 2 boys to sleep.

The next afternoon (Friday) at about 4:30 the doorbell rang.  It was
Joey and his dad. Joey was holding his suitcase.

"Mrs. Martin, please accept my apology for the inconvenience.  The
negotiations broke off about an hour ago, and the employees are going
to walk off the job at 7:00 tonight. I am needed there immediately."
He held out a $100 bill. "Please take this for any additional expenses
that may incur."

"You keep your money.  It is a joy to have him, and he is welcome
anytime.  There is absolutely no inconvenience at all. Come on in,
Joey."

Mr. Anderson continued, "Thank you very much, Mrs. Martin.  I know
that you will take good care of him.  Joseph, you be good and do
everything that you are supposed to do."

Joey nodded. His dad put the money back in his wallet and went back
across the street where he immediately got into his car. The tires
screeched as he sped off.

"It will be about an hour and a half before supper, boys.  I'm fixing
tacos."

"Mrs. Martin, thanks for letting me come over.  You are very nice." He
had his jacket over his arm. My mom took it and hung it up in the hall
closet.

"You are welcome anytime, son.  You boys enjoy your last weekend of
spring break."

We went back in my room and I shut the door.

________________________________________________________________________
Be watching for Part 4

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