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    Hot, slick, hard. Smooth planes and salty taste. filling, whole, crying, screaming, "Ottooooooo!"
 

    Twister sat up in bed and tried to calm his breathing. That dream was. . . it was. . . not a bad dream. He felt an unfamiliar pressure in his gut and looked down, "Whoa! Man! Dude what's wrong with it?!"

    "Maurice?" A soft knock sounded on his door.

    "I'm fine mom."

    "Are you sure hijo? Did you have a nightmare?"

    "No Mom!"

    "Alright."

    He fell back on the bed and groaned, "Maaaaaaaan!" He couldn't ask his mom about this. She'd gone psycho when he'd asked her when hair started growing . . . down there. His parents tried to put him in a sex ed class! Good thing he'd wheedled out of it, Lars would have had a DAY with that!

    Lars? //Should I. . . no way. I'm not THAT worried.// Lars had a way of getting him in really big troubles and making him panic for no reason.

    One choice left. The young man pulled on his clothing and slid out his window and down the latice work. He slipped through the salty smell of the ocean side cul de sac toward the Rocket house. Otto would know what to do.
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    A plinking sound roused Otto Rocket from dreams of surfing fame and he rubbed his eyes sleepily and opened his window. A small rock hit him between the eyes, "Ow! Hey! Twist!"

    "Sorry. Otto man I really need to talk to you."

    The slightly older boy could hear panic in his friend's voice. "Be right down. Let me wake up Reggie. . ."

    "NO!"

    "SHHHHH!"

    "Sorry." Twister whispered, "Don't bring Reggie, please."

    "'k. Stay there, I'm coming."
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    Twister sat down on the curb. Just talking to Otto that long had calmed him down. Everything would be alright. It would. Otto would help.

    "Twist?"

    "Otto! Something's wrong with me! I think I'm in trouble man!"

    "Whoa! Slow down! Come on, let's go to my room ok? Dad'll freak if he catches me outside this late and the skate competition is this week."

    "'k." //Otto's room. I'm going to be 'IN' Otto's room. Alone with him! At night!// He bit his lip as  'it' twitched at the thought. The minuet they got inside his friend's bedroom, Twister sat on the bed and hid his lap with his hands.

    Otto locked the door and sat down beside him, "So what happened?"

    "I kinda had a dream."

    "A dream." Otto's whole body relaxed and Twister bit his lip, he hadn't realised how tense his friend was. "Just a nightmare? You're not hurt then?"

    "Well. . . It wasn't really a nightmare. . ."

    Otto yawned, "Twist! Come on!"

    "Sorry man! It's embarrassing!"

    "Hey. You came to me. Remember? It's three am Twist!"

    "Ok! Ok! It was a really. . . uh. . . good dream."

    "A rea. . . oh!" Otto grinned, "Twist! I didn't think you had it in ya! So who was she?"

    "Um. . . she was a he."

    Otto froze, "Whoa, did you just say what I thought you said?"

    "Don't freak ok! I NEED you not to freak dude!"

    "Ok, no freakage going on here." Otto calmed himself, "So what's the problem?"

    Twister blushed bright red and whispered something.

    "Huh?"

    "I think it's busted."

    "What's. . . oh! Um. . ." Now Otto was blushing too! "Why do you . . . what's wrong with it?"

    "Dude it's leaking." He whimpered, "And it's all stiff and standing up and I don't know what ta do!"

    "Didn't your mom or dad talk to you?"

    "NO! Gross! I don't wanna talk about my thing to my PARENTS!"

    "Well that's what you're supposed to do!"

    "No way! They'd do all kinds of embarrassing things!"

    "So what do you want me to do?"

    "Tell me how to make it stop!"

    The darker skined boy bit his lip and looked quickly down at his friend's usually baggy pants, "Uh. . . well you gotta take those off."

    "WHAT?!"

    "You wanted my help!"

    Twister turned even brighter red, "Well if I have to be naked so do you."

    "Hey! I don't have to help you ya know!"

    The latino looked ready to cry, "Please."

    "Well. . . I. . . fine, ok." He slipped off his pjs and waited for Twister to take his clothes off. When they were both naked Otto couldn't help but stare, "Dude!"

    He bit back a sob, "It started growing when the hair did."

    "Um. . . Wow. Mine didn't grow THAT much!"

    "Well shut up about it already!"

    "No! No Twist, it's a good thing! Bigger is a good thing."

    "Really?"

    "Yeah."

    He looked his friend over carefully and relaxed when he decided Otto wasn't just fronting to make him feel better. "So what do I do now?"

    "Sit on the futon." He grabbed a box of tissues and sat beside his bestfriend, "Um. . . ok. . . There's a few things you can do. . ."

    Twister stood up, "I'm sorry man, I shouldn't have come. I'm gonna go now."

    "Wait!"

    "You're embarrased! You don't have to. . ."

    "So what'll you do about that? Ask Lars?"

    Twister shivered, "Um. . . no?"

    "Come on, sit down already. You can use props, hands, or lips."

    "LIPS?!"

    "It's uh. . . it'sablowjob."

    "THAT'S what a blowjob is?!"

    "Twist! Shut up! My dad'll wake up!"

    "'k. . ."

    "All ya gotta do is pump it."

    "Pump it."

    "Uhuh. Like this." Otto hesitated but jerkily reached for the erect flesh and slid his fist up and down it a couple times.

    Twister groaned and bucked up into his hand and Otto snatched them back, "So that's it."

    "Man Otto! God! Help me here. It's just worst now!"

    "Well it does that!"

    "Get's worst?!"

    "Duh! Then it gets reeeeeeally good."

    "Like how?"

    The older boy bit his lip and looked down at his friend's trouble. //It felt really good to touch it. does that mean I'm into that? maybe I could. . .// "You want me to . . . uh. . . ta make it better?"

    "Yes!"

    "Shhh!" He warned, "And no one hears about this got it?"

    "Yeah. Just DO it already!"

    Warm hands wrapped around him and Twister arched up into them once more. After a few stroaks he became a little more brave and reached for Otto in return. The boys cried out and spilled their seed together then collapsed against one another. Otto straddling Twister's legs and Twister slumped back on the smooth metal frame of the futon.

    "That was fast!"

    Otto nodded, still coming down from the afterglow. "I think we rushed it or something. It's not always that fast."

    "Hey! It's normal again!"

    "Yeah. Told ya I'd help."

    "Thanks."

    Otto blinked at his friend, "So who was the guy in your dream? Anyone I know?"

    "Yeah."

    "So? Who?"

    Twister blushed and his friend pulled away a little to look him in the eyes.

    "It was me. Wasn't it."

    "You mad?"

    Otto grinned, "Not if you aren't mad at me for dreaming about you."

    "Me? You dreamed about me?"

    "uhuh. You mad?"

    "I don't think so. What were we doing?"

    "We just did it."

    "Oh."

    "But it lasted a lot longer."

    Twister's gaze slipped down to Otto's mouth and he breathed, "Maybe we should try again."

    "Yeah." Otto leaned closer.

    "Otto?"

    "Hm?"

    Their lips met and both boys forgot what they had been saying. This was good. This was really good. Maybe this was something bigger than fooling.

    They pulled back and Twister was dazzed, "Wow."

    Otto nodded, "Yeah."

    "That was. . ."

    "Killer."

    "Yeah."

    "Like catchin' major air on the wave of the century."

    "What you said."

    "Wanna try again?"

    "And again?"

    "Sure."

    "Cool."

    Otto leaned in again.

    "Wait, dude."

    "Huh?"

    "I gotta pee."

    "Oh." Otto climbed off of him and Twister slipped into the bathroom.

    A yelp caught the Rocket boy off guard a moment later and he ran to the closed door and slammed inside, "Twist!"

    The latino was desperately trying to keep his aim as he went and not succeeding very well. "Dude! What's wrong with it now?!"

    Otto let his head thunk against the cool wall tiles. This was gonna be a long night.
 
 
 

~Owari~