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 I looked from my cards to Tim and back.  "You're so full of shit, Tim," I
said.

   "No, Really."

   "But you can't turn a person gay or straight.  You're either born that
way or not."

   "Yes you can.  It's kind of magical."

   "There's no such thing."

   "There is.  Really!"

   I put down a card and blew his strategy to hell.

   "Ouch!"

   Tim's aways talked a bunch more than he knew.  That's why I've always
been a better player than him.  His parents may have a lot of money, and it
could buy him better decks or more games for his PS2 than I ever could get,
but I can still beat him in a lot of them.

   We payed in silence for a while.

   "I bet anyone can be turned gay," he said.

   "Even you?"

   "I think so.  It just takes the right touch."

   "I tell you, you can't be turned gay.  It's like turning someone into a
cat.  You are what you are."

   "Oh really?"

   "Yeah."

   "Well I bet people can be turned gay."

   "And I say you can't." I looked at the older boy.

   "Heck, even I could turn you gay."

   "Could not."

   "Can too."

   "No way!"

   "Way!  Hell, if you gave me half a chance I could turn you into a
cock-sucking fag in one afternoon."

   "Fuck you!  You couldn't turn me into a fag."

   "Yes I could.  I've done it before, and I can do it to you."

   "Hell you have."

   "Have too!"

   "Have not"

   "Wanna bet?"

   "For what?  A blow-job?  Fuckin' faggot."

   "How about my PS2?"

   That brought me up short.

   "You're serious."

   "Yeah."

   "You think you can turn me gay?"

   "Yeah."

   "Are you gay?"

   "Well, I admit I've tried some stuff, and I liked some of it, but I
still like girls best, so no, I'm not really."

   I Thought about the PS2.  Tim had more games than me.  Hundreds.  And I
wouldn't have to share it with my little sister anymore.

   "You wouldn't tell anyone anything, would you?"

   "No.  I swear.  But there is one extra rule that goes with loosing."

   "Huh?"

   "If I win, then anytime you come down into this room you have to be
naked."

   "What?"

   "If you're gay, you have to strip to come down here."

   "You're not serious."

   "Yes I am.  Of course, you could always just stay upstairs, or have us
over at your house.  But this is the party room for me, and anyone I turn
gay has to be naked for me to play with."

   I thought about it.  If he won, I wouldn't want to hang with him anyway,
would I?  So that wasn't really a problem.  Heck, I only got into hanging
around with Tim because Mitch did.  I'd take the PS2 to his place and we
could play there.

   "How would you know if you won?"

   "Tell you what," he said, "All you have to do is either not get excited,
or just look me in the eye and tell me you aren't gay when we're done, and
I'll give it to you."

   I Thought about the PS2.  "What if I lie?"

   "I'm willing to take that risk."

   I thought about the PS2.  I WANT that PS2.  "Well...  Ok.  It's a deal.
What do I have to do?"

   "It's simple, really.  You relax and let me do a bunch of things with
and to you.  You'll know if you've changed.  Think of it like picking up a
frog."

   "I like frogs," I said.

   "Some people think they're slimy and gross.  Others like touching them.
Look, take off your shirt and relax a bit.  Mitch won't be over for two
hours yet.  We'll probably be done by then."

   He took off his shirt and walked around behind where I was sitting on
the floor, and sat down behind me.  I jumped when his hands touched my
shoulders.

   "Relax.  Nothing's going to hurt, really, so just let me do it." He
started to massage my shoulders.  After a few minutes I closed my eyes. 
Eventually he slowed down and pulled me back; my shoulders rested on his
back as his warm hands rubbed circles on my face.

   "Feeling good?"

   "Yeah," I sighed, and I did.

   "Good.  Now remember: relax." He kissed my cheek.

   I jumped up.  "Yuck!"

   "Now listen.  You can't just run away every time I do something weird to
you.  We're gambling my PS2 here; you have to be fair!"

   "But..."

   "Just close your eyes and make believe it's Jen Frank."

   He rubbed my temples for a minute and I closed my eyes.  I felt him push
my face around and kiss my cheek.  Jen, I told myself.  It's Jen.  I'd
never actually gotten to make out with Jen, although I've wanked off a lot
with thoughts of her.  He kissed down to my jaw line for a bit, then up to
my ear.

   It did feel kinda cool.  All soft and warm.  Down to my neck again, then
over to my chin.  His hands were now rubbing my bare chest and stomach and
I was really paying more attention to them when I realized that he was
kissing me on the lips!

   At first I was kinda freaked out, ya know?  But I remembered what he
said and tried to picture Jen kissing me.  I really wanted to make out with
Jen some day.  Stroke her hair, rub her skin, kiss her.  I'd never kissed a
girl yet.  I wondered what it would feel like when she pressed her lips
against mine.

   When I thought of it in that way, I kinda got into it.  Then he started
nibbling at my lips-it was really silly and I couldn't hide a grin.  With
my eyes still closed, I started nibbling back, trying to picture Jen
playing around with me, her hands on my bare skin, holding me close.  Then
he started pulling on my lower lip from time to time.  His hands were all
over my chest and stomach and I was feeing a little giddy.

   His arms held me tight as he pressed his lips against mine.  I don't
know why I opened my mouth to let his tongue in, but it was the wildest
sensation I'd ever felt.

   I slid my tongue against his tentatively at first, but then finding it a
great feeling I pressed in more, opening my own mouth too, letting him fill
the space between us.  More and more we slid them together and I realized
that I had forgotten to breathe.  I pressed into him, pulling quick breaths
through my nose as his hands slid across my chest or neck.

   His tongue slipped out of my mouth and he began to pull away.  I lay
there in his lap unable to move, eyes open but almost unseeing like a deer
in the headlights.

   His hand slid about on my belly as I lay there gasping.  "Am I gay?" I
asked in a whisper.

   He smiled.  "No.  You're just winded from a little make-out session. 
You're not gay 'till you want to suck a guy's cock or want to get fucked."

   I relaxed at that.  His hand felt good rubbing my belly.  Then it dipped
down a bit, and his fingers slid under my jeans and I grabbed his hand. 
"Don't turn me into a gay," I begged.

   "I thought you were so sure it was in your blood," he said.

   "It is, but..."

   "What now?  Are you gay?"

   "No, but..."

   "Here's the real question.  Do you still want Jen sucking on your cock,
or would you prefer Mitch?"

   "Mitch?  Hell No..."

   "Who's better looking, Buffy or Xander?"

   "Are you serious?"

   "So what kind of baby are you?"

   "Baby?  Look, I'm no kid anymore!"

   "So you just want to drop the whole thing?"

   "Oh fuck," I said.  "Never mind.  Keep trying if you want.  You'll never
convert me.  I'm straight."

   "Fine.  Take off your pants."

   "What?!?"

   "We were going in that direction anyway.  It's not such a big thing." He
kicked off his sneakers and pulled off his pants, sitting back down in his
underwear.

   Reluctantly I stood and dropped my jeans, my shoes resisting as I step
on the heel.

   I stand there a moment, my tighty-whities all that I've got left on and
I notice for the first time that Tim has a decent body.  At 17 he's taller
than me, strong and lean with muscular arms and shoulders, and his short
hair stands spiky on his head.

   I sat back down next to him, facing him.  He stroked my arm gently and
gave me a light kiss on the lips.  I let my eyes close again as his kisses
became more insistent.  He brought his hand up into my hair and pulled me
in as his mouth opened and, powerless to resist, I opened up to him.

   His tongue caressed, then pressed, then possessed me.  Under that
amazing oral onslaught I let him press me back to the floor, his free hand
raising havoc with my senses as it teased shoulder, belly and leg, thigh
chest and nipple.  The feelings were intense and electric.

   My poor penis was erect and throbbing long before his hand slid under my
underpants to grasp it.  I stiffened from head to crinkled toes when he
touched it, then sighed into his mouth as he let his fingers loosely slide
up to cover the tip, then down to cup my balls.  He kept his hand there as
our kiss slowed, then he raised his head.  I looked up into his eyes as he
hovered above me, his warm hand lightly manipulating my balls, but not
moving from my most sensitive part.

   Slowly his head descended to my chest.  A kiss at my Adam's apple made
me close my eyes with delight.  I felt him painting a path down my chest
with more little pecks.  My eyes shot back open as I gasped when he sucked
on my nipple, then licked it in circles, then sucked again.  Sometimes he
would suck so hard I was afraid it could pop off!  I had no idea that it
could be so sensitive!

   With a "Pop" he let my nipple go.  He shifted about and I felt a strange
sadness as his warm hand left my scrotal sack to cool all alone.  He tugged
at my underpants and I raised my butt to let him remove them.  It felt
strange to be naked with someone.  I've tried with girls, of course, but it
never really happened.  I did kiss Tammy, although we really didn't french
kiss like THIS, and I did get my hand up her shirt before her sister caught
us, but this is way different.  And locker-room nudity is different too. 
This is much more...  exciting.

   I look bemused between my bent knees to my bobbing cock, all 5 1/2
inches of it, then over to Tim.  After removing my clothes, he pulled off
his too, although his penis wasn't yet hard.  I stared at it; long and
smooth with a pink helmet on top.  He had a thick brush of hair beneath,
not so much hiding his balls as making me look harder to be sure I was
seeing the crinkled texture I thought lay beneath.  I almost reached out
and touched it.

   Warm breath on my penis brought me out of my reverie.  He was facing
mostly away from me; his one hand holding a white tube he must have gotten
from the drawer under the coffee table, his other hidden by my splayed
legs, but the warmness on my balls let me know that he was holding them
again.  I watched as he lowered his head with agonizing slowness until his
tongue finally brushed against my dick.

   Deeper and deeper he took me in.  Finally his lips cosed on my shaft and
I moaned at the hot, wet pressure.  It felt so good, and I didn't even care
that it wasn't Jen's mouth.  He began to move his head back and forth and I
nearly jumped.  I never knew it could feel so good!  I mean, I've wanked
off like all guys do, but this was incredible!

   Faster than it ever took when I masturbated, I could feel my balls
tingle with imminent release.  I guess Tim could feel them too, and he
pulled off of me and started blowing cool air on my cock-head.

   As I lay there gasping, Tim shifted about a bit, then started licking
me, this time like I was a popsicle.  After a minute or so I was groaning
again, but this time from the maddening tease his licking was giving me.

   "Aaaah" his mouth finally took me all inside again.  Then an assault
from a different quarter: something cold had touched my ass-hole! 
"Iiieeeee!!!" My stomach tightened and I curled my back, which thrust my
cock deep into his mouth.

   His tongue began to swirl around the head as my ass-cheeks gripped his
finger.  Round and round, up and down, his mouth worked magic on my dick. I
settled back down as he sucked away all of my conscious thought.

   The chill at my ass-hole warmed as he rubbed the lube in circles around
the puckered target.  It was terrible: he'd press into me...  back there,
and I'd tighten up and keep him out.  Then he'd suck me in all of the way
and slide his tongue around.  I'd loose concentration and his finger would
slip in.  He'.d only slide it in to the first knuckle, then wiggle it about
before letting it pop back out.

   It was the weirdest feeling; I wouldn't say that it hurt or anything,
and as he filed my hole I could feel my body tingle, and it felt strangely
empty when he'd pull out.  After he'd done it a dozen or so times, I
realized I didn't mind it at all, so long as he kept sucking my cock. 
Anything would be fine so long as he kept sucking my cock.  Wow that was
great!  My eyes were closed, just concentrating on the feelings down there.

   His other hand went to my hip and pulled me onto my side.  I let my head
fall onto his knee, but it was uncomfortable, so I slid a bit forward onto
his leg.  Right in front of my sex blurred eyes was his penis.  It was
getting harder now, almost reaching out to me.  The blood pulsing in it
made it almost seem to wave at me, "Here I am, come touch me, come give me
the same treatment your cock is getting.  Doesn't it feel good?" I began to
reach out to touch it, but chickened out and put my hand on his hip.

   His blow-job was getting faster now, and I wasn't going to last all that
much longer.  His finger now pressed in farther than before, and I could
feel my body betray me; alternately tightening against, but then letting
his finger in deeper.

   "Ungh.  Ungh." I panted at the combined assault.  With his dick so close
to my nose, his rich and musky scent joined in with the feelings emanating
from below.  I kept looking at his cock as my body shook with excitement.
The sensations coming from my cock and ass were phenomenal.  I felt like I
wasn't really in control of my own body, and while it felt weird, it also
felt really good.  I shook and the pink tip of his cock tapped me in the
forehead.  I pushed it aside but it bounced back again, so I held it down,
pointed more towards his belly.

   "Ohhh.  uhh." I found myself stroking his cock in time with his assaults
on my bowels, down to the head as he thrusts, back to his balls as he let
up pressure, his slippery pre-cum reminding me of the lube he was spreading
in me.

   "Aaaah.  Aaaah.  Aaaaiyayayiiiiiieeeeee" I felt the whine more than
heard it, almost surprised that it was coming from me.  I could feel my
balls ready to burst, and knew somehow that I was holding onto my sanity by
a thread that was quickly fraying.

   Suddenly he pulled his finger most of the way out, then slammed it in
until his knuckles were pressed against my ass.  In and out and in and out
as he sucked me hard.  "FUUuuuuuuuukkk!!!" I screamed out as I came, my
body flopping back and forth in release as I fired bolts of cum into his
mouth.  Spots danced in front of my eyes as one spasm after another shook
my young frame.

   After some time, I couldn't really tell you how long, I calmed down.  I
could still feel my ass squeezing his finger, and he still had my softening
dick in his mouth.  His hard cock was still in my hand, hot and smooth, so
much like a bigger copy of my own cock.  It was an effort to breathe, and I
lay there dazed, stroking his dick out of habit in time with my breathing.

   He must have liked the attention.  He grunted while sucking me and the
vibrations in my dick made me smile.  I stroked him some more and his
grunts set off the tingle in my groin that was my flaccid cock saying, "I'm
coming baaaack!"

   I looked at the cock in my hand, the head all shiny and slick.  I felt
so warm all over from the intimate contact, and loved the feel of his
tongue as it flashed about the sensitive tip.

   Leaning forward, I brought my mouth closer to him.  I just wanted to see
how it tasted.  I mean, it can't be all that bad now, can it?  I mean, he
just took mine and he wasn't a sicko or anything.  And I think...  I think
I just want to, you know, just this once, see what it's like...

   I licked my finger where his pre-cum was, but I couldn't really taste
anything.  I took a swipe at the pink helmet.  There was a flavor there,
but not all that much of one.  A bit tangy-sweet, kinda sticky.  I looked
at it again.  Why not, I thought.

   I took the tip into my mouth and sucked gently.  Tim groaned into my
dick, so I slid farther forward and sucked on some of his shaft too.  It
felt good to make him feel like he'd made me feel.

   I started to slide back and forth on his cock, sucking in the first few
inches, but stopping when my mouth was full.  He was so smooth and solid.

   I groaned around his cock as he puled his finger out of me.  I felt so
open and empty.  My penis slipped from his lips, and I felt some regret
that the game was over.  I sucked him for a moment more when the icy touch
of the lube reappeared on my ass.  I wiggled in response to the freezing
gel.  His finger slipped back inside, and I stopped moving as I closed my
eyes and felt him plunge in and out, again and again.

   I sucked his hard cock as he slipped in and out, moaning in response to
the finger fucking my ass was taking.  Then he slipped in a bit and stayed
there as another finger slowly wormed its way in.  I lay there unmoving,
his hard dick unheeded in my mouth as my asshole stretched to allow the two
fingers entrance.  It may have hurt a little; I'm not sure.  It was a
stretchy-kinda feeling as those fingers sawed back and forth.  One would
plunge in deeply as the other fingertip would stay at the entrance, then
he'd reverse the fingers.  I was being pounded back there, pressure from
one side then the other.  Then he sank both into me at the same time,
stopping about a knuckle in, maybe a little more.

   I moaned into his cock, realizing that I had stopped sucking as he
started sucking my cock again while he pressed at my opening.  The tired
muscles back there put up a bit of resistance, but bit by bit he made his
way into me.  I couldn't believe that it could make me so horny, but by the
time he was deep inside, I was as hard as I'd ever been in my life, and I
was getting ready to shoot again.

   I felt my toes curl.  Almost there.  Almost there!  My legs stiffened.
His dick slipped from my mouth.  So close!  Almost there...  Almost...

   Hey!

   He let go of my dick with an audible pop, and slid his fingers from my
ass.  I looked at him as he sat up, his cock bouncing against my face, his
hands stroking my thighs.

   "Lay over the coffee table."

   I was so hard.  So close.  All I needed was a little more.  "What?"

   "C'mon.  It'll be great.  Just lay across the table."

   I looked at him, dazed from the closeness of the orgasm, unable to
realize what he wanted, and I did as he said.  The coffee table was cold
against my chest.  I let my head rest on my arms off of the other side of
the table as he rubbed my back while he spread my knees on the floor.

   Somehow I didn't realize what he was doing as he kneeled in behind me,
fingers rubbing my back, stroking my thighs, holding my hips.  Maybe I
didn't want to believe it could happen.  His hairy legs slid against the
soles of my feet as he knee-walked behind me.  And then it was there; his
rock-hard cock pressing into my carefully massaged anus, his hands on my
waist, pulling us together.  I thought of getting away, of grabbing my
clothes and running home, but his strong hands held me firmly and I wasn't
going anywhere.

   I raised up my head as he slowly slid it into me, larger than his
fingers, smooth and hot.  There was a rhythm to it; thrust, thrust, Thrust,
and with the third thrust he would bury more of his dick in my bowels.  He
was slow and gentle, and I felt excitement and no pain, though the
excitement was different than I'd known before.  I put my head back down
and leaned back into him.

   Deeper and deeper he went.  At one point I was afraid he would push my
stomach all around as the pressure inside grew, but after a moment's ache
it cleared up.

   At last his legs pressed against mine.  He leaned against me for a
moment and rubbed my lower back, almost a massage.  After a minute or two
he pulled out a bit, then pushed back in.

   "You know what we're doing, right?"

   Eyes closed, quietly, I answered "Yes."

   He slid out and in again.  I groaned.

   "What are we doing?" he asked.

   He slid out again.  "We're fucking," I whispered.

   "Almost, but not quite.  I'm fucking you.  I'm fucking your ass.  Your
gay ass." He slid in and held my hips tight against his.  I heard a sound
as bare feet came down the stairs.  I tried to get up but Tim held me
tightly.  It was Mitch coming down.  I lay back on the table feeling
terribly exposed and shy even of my best friend, and I hear him as Tim
begins to thrust into me again.

   "Aww, Steve.  I'm dissapointed.  Did he turn you too?"

   I look up as he sits down on the couch, naked.

   "I...  I...  No, I'm..." I groan as Tim slides out and back.

   He slid down on the floor in front of me, his dick hard as his eyes
drank in the sight of me naked and on the receiving side of Tim's big cock.

   "It's Ok, Steve."

   "But.." I groan as Tim's motions re-awaken my excitement.

   Mitch raised himself up on his knees and his cock comes up to my face.
He takes a hold of the back of my head and pulls my face to his cock.  "But
I'm not..." is all I can say before he fills my mouth with his penis. 
Having no choice, I suck on it as Tim fucks me from behind.  Mitch's dick
is smaller than Tims, and I can get almost all of it in my mouth.  He's got
a slightly stronger taste too, but it isn't unpleasant, and I suck harder
as Mitch groans.

   After a moment Tim reaches under me and holds my dick.  "Oh yeah, he's
stiff as iron," he says, and begins to pound faster.

   Mitch doesn't have the stamina of Tim, and I can taste his pre-cum
leaking out in larger quantities.  I'm bouncing back and forth between them
as I'm fucked in both the ass and the face.  Sometimes they thrust at the
same time and it's uncomfortable, but then the discomfort seems to help me
keep from cumming.

   I can feel Mitch begin to vibrate, his legs tight as his thrusts become
erratic.  I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him in to me.  I slide
my tongue around, hoping to do as well for him as Tim did to me and hear
him grunt.  I take as much as I can into my mouth and hold his butt in my
hand, then with deliberate slowness I slide a finger up his butt. 
"Ahhuhuhoaaaa Yeaaaaaahhhhhhh!" as the thick cream fills my mouth.  I
swallow to make way for the next batch, but as he slips back and forth some
shoots from my lips and runs down my chin.  Then there's more and I swallow
again.  There's less each time, and after four or five spurts it runs to a
dribble.  I let him fall out of my mouth and watch him fall back against
the couch, a dazed look in his eyes.

   Tim begins to speed up.  I love the feeling of him holding my hips, his
whole body thrusting into me until we collide with a smack, his cock so
deep inside me.  I put my head down on my arms again, the taste of Mitch's
cum filling my mouth and nose.

   Tim reaches around my stomach to grab my dick, pumping in time with his
thrusts and my eyes shoot open as he pulls me quickly.  I begin to pant, my
sticky lips drying as I breathe hard, the toy that Tim wanted, bucking back
into him in time with his thrusts.

   And right as my orgasm is about to peak, a small voice asks a question.
"Am I gay?  Do I want to be gay?" My dry mouth begins to form the word
"no," but as I moisten my lips I find myself licking the last bit of
Mitches cum off of my lip, and I push the last drops of it up into my mouth
and I freeze as Tim's hand lets me cum, the thick liquid coating the side
of the coffee table, and my own orgasm triggering his.

   It takes me a few minutes to be able to think again.  My world is full
of the scents and taste of sex, and Tim, who withdrew once he came is off
getting towels to clean up.

   He returns and tosses me a washcloth and begins to wipe down the coffee
table.  I wipe my face and arms, my rapidly deflating penis and my sore
asshole.

   "I lied," he said.  "I think I really am gay."

   "And if I wasn't before, I am now," said Mitch.

   I looked at them.  Two guys I'd done things I could never tell my dad
about.  Two guys I'd like to do it all again with.

   "Can I still use your PS2?" I asked Tim.