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It was a concert in Wisconsin somewhere around 1991.

I remember it was insanely hot and the air was thick with
humidity.  It had rained overnight and the campground residents
who had slept in tents or just in sleeping bags were still busy
drying out their gear.  The downpour had started suddenly about
1AM and many were caught outside and ended up sleeping in their
cars or under hastily put up shelters.  It was a sea of mud out
there.

Dennis and I, on the other hand, had simply watched it all from
the relative luxury of our little pull-behind trailer as we had
spent the evening breaking down big bags of pot into small "dime
bags" and putting tabs of acid and tablets of other goodies into
small individual packages so they might be quickly sold to the
concert goers who were camped here.

The concert wouldn't start until after dusk and we had wanted to
sleep in, but the activity of the camp had woken us up before 9.
 It was now somewhere around noon and still neither of us had
dressed as it was even hotter in the trailer than it was outside.
 We probably would have sat outside but we were busy doing drugs.


It was the usual morning routine for us.  We had done a wake-up
"bump" of cocaine to help us clear out the mental cobwebs and a
joint to mellow us out.  A "wake and bake" with a coke chaser.  
We'd also cracked a few beers though the heat was baking the beer
buzz away as fast as we could drink it.

This was the first time I had ever been in a camping trailer and
was amazed at how they made so much fit into such a tight space.
There was a cooking stove, a sink with running water, a closet
and another closet sized room that doubled as a shower and a
restroom.  In the back was a horse shoe shaped dinette with a
table that folded down into a surprisingly comfortable bed.
(Though it had been a bit of a jigsaw puzzle to build back into a
dinette this morning.)

We were just kicking back in a lazy haze watching the world go by
through the cracks in the curtains.  Dennis was stark naked - he
slept that way and it had been too hot to dress.  I was in my
t-shirt as I didn't want anyone glancing in to see my lady parts,
and some flipflops as the trailer floor seemed to be a magnet for
dirt from outside.  We were just enjoying doing nothing for the
moment.  Tonight we were going to make some money moving party
favors before the concert and then dancing with the throngs to a
favorite band of mine.

(When I say "moving" I meant we were the supply operation.  We
weren't actually going to be selling to the concert crowds.  We
had brought along guys to do that.)

I was just about to get motivated enough to actually stand up and
put some pants on when one of Dennis's boys dropped by to pick up
some supplies. He didn't seem surprised when Dennis invited him
in and found us both nearly naked.  (Modesty was not a big trait
in our little tribe.)

I remember his name was Ted and he was a younger than most people
who worked for Dennis. I remember he looked barely 18.  Unlike
most of Dennis's people he wasn't big and didn't look scary,
which was usually a requirement since holding dope and money
might make you an easy robbery target.

In fact he was kind of cute. He was tall and wiry and had the
long flowing hair that had been in style a decade earlier and
made him look just a bit feminine but also a rock star kind of
attractive.

He had different enough that and so close to my own age that,
although I rarely asked Dennis anything about his business, I
showed my curiosity and asked about him.  I had been told he had
a mean streak - kind of went crazy if you pissed him off- and
knew some sort of Asian fighting thing.  He was Dennis's own
bad-ass ninja and good to have around when the presence of bigger
guys might attract attention.

When he climbed into the trailer, Ted was wearing a tank top,
cutoffs & tennies' without socks - the official uniform of summer
in the Midwest - and as he sat down I caught a glimpse that made
me aware no underwear either.   (It had been a weird little
fashion trend for men to go commando that year. I think it was in
a movie or something.)

So once he was in, Ted and Dennis talked business.  The morning
had been slow due to everyone at the campground spending time
spreading out their sleeping bags and clothes to dry.  A few
sales, but people were obviously busy and it was kind of
conspicuous to be dealing with them.  When you found someone who
was interested, they just about always had their wallet or purse
in the car while they were mucking around in the mud.  Them
dropping everything to make the purchase was pretty noticeable
even from a distance.

Dennis agreed that was probably the case and said it was just as
well as it wasn't a good idea to do too much business in broad
daylight anyway. There would be time enough tonight when everyone
was gearing up for the show. He invited Ted to sit down and hang
out for a while.

Soon we were sitting around the horseshoe shape small breakfast
nook that doubled as a bed, drinking beer, passing around a joint
and watching out the window as everyone else's bedding steamed 
in the afternoon sun.  Bored, we decided to play some cards - it
was something to do and we were too hot to do much else.  Usually
we played poker for pennies but made due with matchsticks out of
a big box over the stove.  The talk was slow and about nothing in
particular.

At some point, the conversation turned to our pasts and while
Dennis said his usual nothing - it wasn't a good idea to be real
well known with what he did for a living - and I only volunteered
that I had lived in the same little town all of my life, Ted's
background was a bit more colorful.

Ted was from the big city of St. Louis - which from where we
lived was the big bad city.  A center for organized crime with
tentacles that extended out to every truck stop in the state.  He
hadn't been involved in the drug trafficking or prostitution that
came out of there, but due to some youthful indiscretion he had
spent some serious time in boys school as a ward of the state.

(Boys School was what we called it - I've heard it referred to as
reform school or juvenile hall.)

Dennis had respect for people who had done time and given his
age, Ted probably couldn't have gotten into an adult prison if he
had tried.  So Dennis in his Dennis way got Ted talking about it.

Ted told us about the bad stuff and there was a lot of it, from
the food and sleeping arrangements to the casual abuse that some
of the boys got at the hands of the guards.  It sounded like hell
and was entirely consistent with everything I myself had found
about dealing with "the system."  It was a place where you took
people who had flirted with crime to make sure they turned into
lifetime criminals.  All incarceration - no rehabilitation.

Next, Ted got to the good stuff and spoke of friends, illicit
capers to punk the guards, and all the things they did to keep
themselves sane.  He told stories about games and songs and drugs
smuggled in by friends.  That part sounded good.  (Looking at
Ted, for some reason I had a vision of the "lost boys" from the
Peter Pan movies when he spoke about that.)

After all that,  Ted said the line that changed the whole
conversation.

"I had some of the best sex I ever had there."

Now, this was close to a quarter century ago in one of the most
conservative parts of the country - not a place where an average
person would ever bring up the subject of what was obviously
male-male sex and their own participation in it, but Ted didn't
seem at all shy about it.  Dennis didn't bat an eye and I had
been around a gay person most of my life so I wasn't bothered.

I would have commented that Ted, being so  young, had probably
never had other sex, but I knew he had because I had talked to a
few girls that had been with him.  (The reviews, as it were, were
all quite good.)

So He dealt the next hand and took the lack of shock as a signal
to keep going.  He volunteered that he was barely a teenager yet
when he got busted and that at first "his role had been to bitch"
but eventually he got old enough to where he "gave as good as he
got."  I'd heard about men raping each other in prison but was
personally kind of shocked to hear in happened even in Boys
School and said as much.

He laughed at that and volunteered that while , yes,  on a rare
occasion a boy would get raped, it was usually a punk who either
had pissed off someone inside or that had pissed off someone
enough on the outside that the offended party arranged the event
in advance with a "sponsor."  (A sponsor could be a prison guard
who arranged it with a bribe, or maybe a kid inside who owed
someone a favor.)  Most of the time though, the sex was just a
byproduct of boredom and being horny.

As Ted put it, boys who weren't into it fought back and where was
the fun in that?  Also, they  held a grudge afterward.  "If you
wanted sex at the camp, guys would have sex with you.  It wasn't
worth getting knifed in the shower just to give it to some kid
who didn't want it."

Lesson learned, I admitted that having heard the prison rape
jokes and seen some of the exploitation movies about women's
prisons that were all the rage back then, it never even crossed
my mind that prison sex could be consensual.

Ted just smiled at that and said "not just sex - the best sex." 
Again the smirk on Ted's face like he was remembering good times.
 
It should have been creepy, but it was cute.

This wasn't as statement Dennis was ready to accept at face
value.  "Couldn't be the best."  Dennis objected. "No tits. No
pussy.  It don't make sense." He winked at me.

Ted, smirked too and glanced at Dennis and just said "young and
tight."

Yes, it was a weird conversation.

I could tell that Dennis thought Ted was just winding him up
trying to get a reaction, and Dennis has never been one to let
someone get the better of him - even as a joke.  He put down his
cards and just leaned over, put his arm around me cupping my tit
in the process.

"Twyla's young and tight too.  You don't have to be in prison to
get that."

Ted and Dennis - both drunk and stoned - both laughed at that and
I had to sit and bare it.  (I don't think Ted even knew that I
had just turned 17.) They kept talking - Ted saying it was
different, Dennis saying he certainly hoped so, and the whole
conversation kept degenerating into crudities from there.

I should have been embarrassed I guess, but I was basically
living in Dennis's world then and it was a man's world.  None of
the guys were shy and some could be quite callous.  I'd grown
used to the filthy words, casual racism and the
loud and shrill mating call of the male chauvinist pig by that
point.

I didn't have much to contribute to the conversation though and
was basically trapped between the two of them in the dinette and
too hot/stoned to want to move anyway, so I just rolled with it
as Dennis made comments about how my pussy had to be better than
a young boys ass.

That got an amen from Ted.

He said my skin was much softer and prettier than any little
kids, and Ted agreed that was maybe true though the younger boys
could be plenty soft.

Dennis then again squeezed my tit and said how my tits had to be
much more fun to suck on than a little boy's dick might be.

Okay, that one made me wince.

I looked down to avoid blushing.  I found myself looking again at
Ted's cutoffs and saw that the memories of his youthful antics
had had an effect on his manhood. I could see straight up the leg
of his shorts now, and his cock was plainly swollen and sticking
out of the leg of his shorts.  Like the rest of him, it was long
and thin.  I was fascinated.  He was un-circumcised.  That was
very rare in this part of the country and I'd never seen one
before.

Then I looked over to Dennis, who was naked, for comparison, and
was kind of shocked to find that he too was stimulated.  Not
quite erect, but I knew Dennis's cock well and it was definitely
bigger than it usually was.  I was sitting here between two men
while they openly discussed my body parts and my sex and both
were rapidly getting hard.  How does on handle themselves in this
situation?

I dealt the next hand.

Cards dealt, I asked where the guards were when all this was
going on.  Ted explained that the guards turned a blind eye or
sometimes just watched.   I asked if the guards ever participated
- he had said they were abusive - and Ted said no.  I'm not sure
I believed him as he changed the subject quickly after that and
started talking about the evening ahead.

He looked down to avoid my gaze and then looked up again quickly.

At this point I realized that Dennis, his arm around me, had
turned my body. The way I was sitting, if he looked under the
table, he was likely looking right between my legs providing a
free beaver shot. I think Dennis caught this at the same time and
smirked. It probably was that prompted him to ask the question I
had really wanted to ask.

"Ted, do you like girls?"

Ted hummed and hawed a bit, and his response was something to the
tune of "definitely."

"Better than guys?"

"No.  Definitely no."

"So then how could sex in juvie be better?"

I could tell that was a good question in Ted's mind and his eyes
lit up a bit.  (If I'd have been looking under the table, I
probably would have seen his cock twitch too.)

He explained that sex in detention was rarely a one-one-one
thing. "We used to get together 3, 4 sometimes 8 or 10 guys at a
time.   We weren't shy about it and the night guards never
stopped us.  It was fun fucking with your buddies like that. Not
so personal - nothing lovey-dovey or queer about it.  Took some
pressure off since it was a group thing."

He put down his cards then and won the hand.

We did a quick deal and played another.  Dennis was winning big
and said "It is good to be on top."  It was a line Dennis used
a lot and we had a standard joke for it.  Without even thinking
I said back "well, I like it on the bottom too."

Dennis looked up from his stack and said "Twyla would also like
it in the middle I bet."

It was the way Dennis smiled at me then.  There was something
going on here.  I knew it wasn't preplanned, (Dennis didn't play
head games like this) but you didn't have to be a genius to see
where this was heading.  

There was definitely a two-on-one taking shape.  

Both of these guys were getting horny, we were stoned and we all
were just about naked. What better way to waste away the rest of
the day than banging me right? I could see it in their eyes.

I didn't have a lot of hang-ups back then and while Dennis was
usually pretty possessive of me, he seemed to want this.  I
had to admit that other than the fact that Ted was avid fucker of
other men and probably didn't have a condom (which was not cool
at a time when AIDS was still on everyone's minds in a way that
it just isn't anymore) it didn't sound bad.

I knew from talking to Dennis that he'd had some multiple person
sex before, but never a man-man-woman three-way.  (I had and
Dennis knew it.  We'd spent 100's of hours talking by then and he
was a great listener. There was really nothing about me, my
tastes, and my background that he didn't know.)  I had always
thought Dennis was kind of turned off by the idea as he had
always been cool with gays, but very much the heterosexual.

He wasn't against group sex  -we had played "lightly" with a few
other couples - but this would be a big step.  Two guys in one
bed always kind of was.  One thing was for sure - this was not
going to be my party to initiate. On the chance I had this
figured wrong, I didn't want Dennis to feel jealous of Ted as it
could be lethal for both of us.

We finished another hand and, despite the fact that we were all
out of beer again, neither Dennis nor Ted was getting up to get
another one.  I kind of felt sure it was a hard-on thing - but I
wasn't going to look down at Ted or Dennis and confirm it.  I
thought for a split second about ducking under the table to get
the next round, but no, crawling under the table at this point
would be just too obvious and I'd probably wind up bumping my
head.  (Probably repeatedly.)

So we just sat there and sweated while we all thought of
something to say and dealt another hand.

Somewhere along the line I decided I wanted another line.  The
cassette tape with the powder and straw was tucked into the chair
cushion, so we could get at it without moving.

We did a few lines and Dennis deflated enough to get us some
beers from the small refrigerator.  Amped up, conversation
resumed on Ted and Dennis's new favorite subject.  The mood had
changed and I think Dennis had decided he wanted something to
happen.  We made small talk and played a few more hands, but soon
enough Dennis dropped the verbal bomb. "You know, Twya's been
down for two guys before."

There it was.  The signal had been given.

I wasn't sure I was ready and so I bandied a bit.   It was
something like "yeah, a few times, but I was pretty drunk."   It
wasn't saying no.  Dennis got that.  But it wasn't saying yes.

Sometimes he throttled back when he knew I was conflicted.
Sometimes he didn't.  This time the response was, "Hey Ted, why
don't you go get T another beer."   Ted countered "I'll get her
two."

We all laughed and Ted popped up to get me another - and when he
did I realized he was "Popped up" in other ways as well.  He had
a raging hard-on that stuck out like a tent then and there was no
hiding it.  In fact, he didn't even try. It just stood there
boldly at attention.

There were a few more words spoken. I could try to remember but
it really didn't matter.

Next thing I know I was unzipping Ted and dropping his shorts to
the floor while Dennis reached down to begin lifting my shirt
over my body.  There was some kissing and some sucking and at
some point Dennis kind of picked me  up and put me In on the
small sink counter to get me out of the way for a moment.

Before I knew it he was making up the bed, an awkward diversion
as the dinette we were sitting on actually kind of folded up into
a bed and he had to remove the table, move around the cushions,
etc.  It was a whole big project. By the time the last seat
cushion was in place Ted had been eating my pussy for several
minutes and I was so ready for a cock that I was practically
melting.

It was still murderously hot and we were still stoned, but there
was suddenly an energy between us all that gave all the sweat a
purpose.  The cushions used to assemble the bed had a kind of
plastic coating or pleather and we slid onto them without a
covering, me in the middle on and them on each side.  There was
much cuddling and body contact and they both played with my tits
while I kissed them both one after the other.

Finally, I rolled myself to a position where Dennis was behind me
and Ted was in front, and just before I opened my legs I
whispered to Dennis to ask his permission.  "You going to be okay
with this?"

In a move I never would have seen coming, he pushed my lower body
into position and then actually used his hand to open me up and
direct Ted's cock into me. Soon, I could feel his own cock
slipping around on my ass, it was so hot and I had been tongued
pretty good front and back.  It would have been nice if there had
been, but no lubricant other than our natural juices was really
necessary.

I had been with two men a few times before, but never like this.
I had frankly never even really seriously thought about double
penetration.  It was exciting, but also hurt and was just
functionally uncomfortable.

I wasn't much on anal not matter what the circumstances, and with
Ted in me as well I felt stretched to beyond the limit. In a
normal situation, I would have simply asked Dennis to stop, but
in this case I bit my lip and let Dennis have his way for a
while.

I think they guys both instinctively knew that I was a bit
tender, as at first they were tentative and careful. It soon
evolved to a pace I'd call "leisurely" which I actually kind of
got into and enjoyed, but as the rhythm increased they began to
get out of synch and the thrusting lost some of the symmetry that
had made is tolerable.  It was awkward - more like a slam dance
that anything that flowed well.  Eventually Ted slid out of me
and slid up the bed offering me his cock to suck instead.

It was better sex from there - more enjoyable for me anyway.
Dennis, in a mercy move I think, took himself out of my ass and
though it wasn't very sanitary, slid himself into my pussy. I was
shared between the two men slowly with an almost dreamlike
cadence.

Dennis had many times, for whatever reason, but his thumb or
finger in my mouth when he was fucking me from behind and I had
enjoyed rolling it around and sucking on it.  This was like that
with an extra dimension in that it was bigger and more active
also Ted was very good about using his hands to stroke my hair
and face instead of trying to control the tempo.

Given the discussion of the sex from earlier, I truly wondered if
the next position we shifted into might include some contact
between the two men.   I didn't really think that Dennis was
bisexual, but I'd never seen him shy away from anything.  It
wasn't to be though.

Dennis came first and before he did he pulled out, shooting all
over inner thigh and drenching my pubic hair. (We still had pubic
hair back then.)

Ted, sensing that he shouldn't cum in my mouth but ready to
explode, removed himself from my mouth when it was time and made
his deposit onto my neck. (Though to be honest he mostly missed
and it went all over the cushion.)

Then we all rested for a minute.

My own turn came later when Ted slid me around and ate me out. 
It was an odd angle that he posed me in - him standing on the
side of the makeshift bed and my own ass high in the air as he
bent down to feed on me - but wow did it work.  Dennis just
watched and slowly masturbated in appreciation.  I crawled up and
finished him off orally before we all slid down together and all
took a heat and fuck induced nap.

When we woke up it was hours later, it was to the sound of
someone tapping at the door.  Another of Dennis's soldiers
looking for his inventory for the evening.   Though we were all
naked and I was basically covered in dried cum, he was invited in
as there's certain business you only do indoors. (Dennis did
throw a towel to me, but it covered exactly nothing.)

As he was finishing up, another tap at the door, and the
progression again as his four guys all popped in for their goods.
 As the last exited, we could hear the opening announcements
letting us know the first band would be taking the stage soon.

Once they were gone, it was just the three of us and dressing for
the concert was a bit awkward at first. We tried to be cool, but
something had definitely happened that made less sense now that
we had sobered up a bit.

Sensing the weirdness, Ted rushed stating that he really was "
late for work."  He was there to sell drugs after all.   Dennis,
still naked, gave him the supply of pot and pills.  (In this
weather you couldn't really deal small quantities of coke or
other powders as they melted into the seal.)

I dove in and took a quick shower in the incredibly small
closet/shower enclosure that was also the bathroom.  When I
stepped out, Dennis basically picked me up and threw me back on
the bed.

Later, when I got back up I really needed a shower again, but we
were almost out of water so we dashed to the concert smelling of
sex and barely got there in time as the headliner took the stage.

After the concert, we had work to do. Each of Dennis's foot
soldiers dropped by multiple times to exchange loose cash for
more stash.  Dennis and I made ourselves at home in the trailer
drinking beer and counted the money then stashed it in a special
compartment hidden under the small stove near the bathroom.

The crowd had seen a good show and business was brisk until
nearly dawn.  When it finally settled down, we turned off the
lights and basically slept in our clothes, exhausted from the
day.

The next day we all were supposed to vacate the campgrounds by
noon.  The guys arrived about 10 and made their last transactions
before setting off in their own vehicles.  We barely made the
cutoff time, but did because Dennis worked hard to get us on the
road. (He was never one to try to attract negative attention.)

On the way home it was uncomfortable,  both because of the
unspoken adventures of the night before and also because, to be
blunt, my ass hurt and it was hard to sit in the car for several
hours.  We stopped for a late lunch about half way and were home
by dusk, and while I unpacked the more mundane things from the
trailer like blankets and beer cans, Dennis disappeared with the
cash and inventory. He let me know that he wouldn't be home
overnight and in fact I didn't see him again for three days.

Though he returned back to Charles in one of our cars and hung
around town a few days after the concert, I never saw Ted again
after that trip home.  I don't think Dennis did anything, I just
think he realized he had made a strategic mistake.   The old
saying goes you don't put your peter in your paycheck, and he had
fucked  the bosses girl while the boss watched.  It had been cool
at the time, but by the light of day no so much, so he simply
moved on.  Since he owed Dennis no money, no one even questioned
where he went to and we never talked about what happened again.