Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 5
by Chadlad

copyright 2006 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
chadlad3@yahoo.com

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Chapter 5:  Can't Tell the Players Without a Scorecard
  
Chad had been asleep for a short period of time when he
suddenly found himself awake again.  The afternoon and
evening had been relatively normal other than the absence of
his mother.  The six of them had eaten the casserole his
mother had left in the oven and the boys had shot some
hoops, watched TV, and eventually gone off to bed, Dakota
and Gabriel heading to their cots in the study, Tommy,
Jesse, and Chad heading to their own bedroom where Jesse
settled down to share Tommy's bed, and Chad had stripped to
his underpants and slipped into his own.  The other two boys
were still talking when Chad had drifted off to sleep.  But
now it was dark in the room and he was awake, and he could
hear his brother and Jesse whispering in the bed next to
him.  

"I'm so tired," Tommy was complaining as Chad tried to guess
what time it was.  "Why can't I sleep?  It's too hot in here
– I'm all sweaty."

"If you're too hot, take off your pajamas," Jesse suggested. 
"It's dark, and we're all boys here, anyway."  When Tommy
hesitated, he added, "Here, I'll take mine off, too.  Then
we'll be even."

Chad could see Jesse jump off the bed in the dim light,
shuck out of his pajama bottoms, and hop back into bed, his
bare rump catching the reflection of the streetlamp through
the window as he did.  There was a pause while Tommy
apparently considered, then he lifted his hips off the bed,
slipped his own pajama bottoms down, and kicked them off. 
He lay back down on the bed, and Jesse settled in beside
him.

Chad shut his eyes again.  It was hot in their bedroom – his
mom had turned on the furnace when she'd left, but the heat
was really too high.  He briefly considered removing his own
underpants but decided he was too sleepy and it was too much
trouble.  He was starting to drift off when Tommy flopped
noisily onto his stomach and began punching his pillow. 
"Dang, I still can't sleep," he whispered loudly to Jesse. 
Chad let his eyes open to slits again.

"Here, I'll rub your back," Jesse whispered back.  "That's
what my mom does when I can't sleep."  Chad watched Jesse
sit up in bed beside Tommy and, leaning from one side over
Tommy's prone form, begin touching him on the shoulders,
putting his weight into his hands as he kneaded Tommy's bony
shoulders.  As Chad watched, Jesse shifted to the upper part
of Tommy's back, working in circles there and bringing
audible sighs from Tommy.

"How's that?" Jesse whispered.

"'S okay," Tommy said softly.  There was silence for awhile
as Jesse kept rubbing Tommy's back.  Chad had started to
close his eyes again when movement caught his attention. 
Jesse had shifted positions, lifting one leg and settling so
that he was now seated astride Tommy's legs, right up
against the curve of his bottom. 

"What cha doin'?" Tommy said sleepily into his pillow.  "You
got your butt on me."

"Just trying to reach you better," Jesse whispered.  There
was an odd, huskier note to Jesse's voice, Chad noted.  He
watched Jesse more intently.  In the dim light, it looked
like Jesse's little penis was right up against his brother's
butt, almost touching it.  Chad narrowed his eyes, trying to
see in the extremely dim light.  Was that shadow Jesse's
wiener curved up tight against his belly?

Jesse concentrated as his hands worked on Tommy's lower
back, working in circles and bringing sighs of pleasure from
Tommy.  "Feels good, doesn't it," he commented, kneading the
firm muscles of his friend's lower back.  He gently eased
down into the lower curve of the larger boy's back, just
above the swelling buttocks.  Slowly, his heart pounding
with excitement, he shifted his hands farther down, until he
was massaging the softer, rising curves at the base of
Tommy's back, his hands straying now and then onto the
velvet-skinned muscles below.  "Lotta tension here," Jesse
whispered, shifting his hands so that they were now mostly
on the upper part of Tommy's butt.  Jesse continued kneading
and rubbing the soft skin, marveling how firm the muscles
were underneath.  His little penis, hard from the beginning
of this exercise, was now prodding against his stomach, the
tip throbbing.  He'd never been so excited in his life!  His
hands were completely on Tommy's butt now, his thumbs
working along the top of his friend's butt crack, his
fingers firmly manipulating the taut muscles of his boyish
butt.  And Tommy wasn't protesting – he was completely
relaxed sighing with pleasure!

Almost holding his breath with his daring, Jesse shifted his
hand position downward a bit, so that he was now massaging
the centers of Tommy's jutting buttocks, pressing and
working the firm muscles underneath.  He could feel each
buttock in his hands like they were the only things in the
universe.  His thumbs, still near Tommy's butt crack,
shifted inward slightly, allowing him to cup each buttock as
he rubbed it, to get whole handfuls of his friend's bottom
and feel the soft skin and the firm muscles underneath.  As
his thumbs moved down, he could feel the greater give in the
boy's butt muscle that surrounded his anus, where there was
no bone anchoring it. Continuing his probing, he shifted his
hands so the thumbs were lower, pressing under the curve of
Tommy's butt, working on the area curving in between Tommy's
legs.

Watching through slitted eyes, Chad held his breath.  The
little guy was going for it!  He was actually probing
between Tommy's legs.  And Tommy hadn't done anything, yet,
but heave sighs of what sounded like pleasure.

Tommy, meanwhile, was floating in that half-asleep, very,
very mellow mode that he got into at times when he was
feeling good and not paying much attention to the world. 
His body felt good, and the hands on him felt good.  His
thinking didn't extend much past the fact that he felt good. 
Someone was rubbing his back – was it his mother?  It didn't
seem to matter right now.  She was on his lower back, and
his upper butt, and he could feel the tension slip out of
him.  Trapped under his body, his penis twitched and started
to harden, but that was okay – it felt good, too.  Digging
into the soft mattress, his turgid organ got that achy,
tense feeling going that he sometimes liked when he was
drowsing like this in bed.  He shifted his bottom, making it
dig into the mattress more. That felt even better.  The
hands on his lower butt felt good.  Something was nagging at
his consciousness – something about the hands.  The
fingertips were digging in on his lower butt now, the thumbs
pressing up between his legs, probing the area above his
balls.  Nice, smooth, rounded fingertips.  They brushed the
back of his scrotum, sending powerful tingles through his
penis.  Not his mother's hands – her long fingernails
wouldn't feel that good stroking the underside of his balls. 
Whose hands?  He couldn't remember – did it matter?  He
arched up his pelvis a bit, to allow the fingers to slip
down, finding and stroking the length of his penis from
between his legs, making him shudder with pleasure.  Maybe
he should turn over, so it would feel better.

Consciousness surged back in a flash.  This wasn't a
fantasy, and it certainly wasn't Mom, who would never have
been stroking his privates!  His pleasant, sleepy mood
dissolved in a flood of adrenaline.  Tommy twisted in bed
powerfully, sitting up abruptly and knocking a small figure
to one side, making it flail to stay on the bed.  "Jesse!"
Tommy hissed in outrage.  "What the hell are you doing?"

Surprised by the sudden change, Jesse struggled to get back
upright in the bed.  "I, I was giving you a backrub," he
whispered in reply.  What had gotten into Tommy all of the
sudden?

Tommy stared at Jesse, feelings churning.  In the semi-
darkness from the reflected light of the streetlamp, he
noticed what the surreptitiously watching Chad had noticed –
Jesse's penis was curved tight against his belly, and was
throbbing with excitement.  "You were touching my dick!" he
said accusingly.

"I, I was just rubbing your back, like you wanted me to,"
Jesse said hesitatingly.  "You liked it.  I was just trying
to make you feel good."

"That wasn't my back!" Tommy said  loudly. "You were
touching my dick!  What the hell were you doing that for?"

"I, I, I thought you wanted me to," Jesse said, almost in
tears.  "I don't mind, really.  You couldn't sleep, and I
just wanted you to feel good.  Didn't it feel good?" Tommy
jumped out of the bed, stalking back and forth on the far
side from Chad.  His penis was still sticking straight out,
attesting to how good Jesse had made him feel.   Jesse
looked at him pleadingly.

"Why are you mad?" Jesse said after a few moments.  "Come
on, just lie down again.  I can make it feel better.  I can
even do what Chad did for you! I can do it better than Chad! 
I'll show you!"  He looked at Tommy pleadingly.  "Come on,
lie down again.  Lie down, and you can do anything you want
to me!  You can even stick it up my butt if you want!" he
added earnestly.

For a moment, Tommy pictured himself on top of Jesse, his
friend holding his legs up while he lined his own penis up
with the boy's tightly wrinkled orifice and then plunged
into his enclosing warmth, the warmth he'd felt when probing
Chad's rectum with his fingers.   He pictured hugging
Jesse's small body close to his as he rammed his penis in
repeatedly,  perhaps clutching the soft, yielding skin of
his friends little butt as he did.  His penis began
throbbing with his heartbeat and climbed higher.  Revulsion
at his thoughts and his body's reaction overcame him. 
"That's sick!" Tommy said accusingly.  "How long have you
been having these sick thoughts?  That's why you wanted Chad
to suck you all the time!  You're disgusting!"

"You made him suck you, too," Jesse retorted.  "You made him
suck you even when I wasn't around.  If I'm disgusting, you
are, too!"  Tommy stared at him incredulously.  "Look,"
Jesse said.  "It's okay.  We'd just be making each other
feel good.  Lots of boys do it.  And it doesn't mean you're
gay – you can make other boys feel good and have them make
you feel good and still like girls."

Tommy's anger swelled.  "I'm not gay!  And I don't like
doing sex stuff with guys," he said automatically.  In
answer, Jesse looked pointedly at Tommy's midsection, making
Tommy look at himself.  His penis was pointed at an upward
angle, bobbing with his heartbeat, the glans swollen with
excitement.  How could it be hard like that!  He was a boy –
he didn't want sex with other boys.  He glared at Jesse, his
anger rising.  "I don't like it, I tell you! And I don't
want it!  You've just got my dick all confused with your
fooling around."  He turned his back on Jesse.  Jesse sat on
the bed a minute, as Tommy's shoulders began shaking and he
wiped at his face.  He put a tentative hand on Tommy's
shoulder.  "Get away from me!"  Tommy burst out, brushing
his hand aside.  Stumbling, Tommy rushed out the door butt
naked, closing it behind him.

In the stunned silence that followed, Chad held still and
kept his eyes slitted, pretending he was still asleep. 
Jesse sniffed loudly several times, then whispered, loudly,
"Chad?  Chad?"  When Chad didn't respond, he went on
whispering.  "I guess you're asleep.  But if you're not, I'm
gonna go downstairs and call my mom to come get me.  I don't
wanna be here when Tommy gets back.  If you are awake, tell
him I'm sorry.  I'm just – I'm sorry."  Chad could see that
the boy's penis had shriveled to a small worm as he slipped
into his pajamas again – he must be really upset, Chad
thought.  He thought about saying something to comfort
Jesse, who, despite his zeal in punishing Chad a few weeks
before, he really liked.  Before he could decide what to do,
Jesse had fished about on the floor from his overnight bag
and grabbed it, padding out the door.

Chad lay still, trying to absorb what had just happened.  It
suddenly struck him that this was his doing – he'd been the
one to suggest to Jesse ways to approach to Tommy when the
younger boy had confessed that he found Tommy sexually
attractive.  Man, now look what happened!  He wondered if
Tommy would ever speak to Jesse again, and how Jesse would
take it if he didn't.

Down the hall, with the bathroom door locked, Tommy was
seething with emotion.  He was standing in front of the
toilet, ostensibly to pee, but instead he was staring at his
rock hard, throbbing penis, which was begging him to touch
it.  He'd never been so sexually excited in his life!  He
wanted to take his cock in his hand and stroke himself to
climax, and think about –

What was it he wanted to think about?  Jesse's face came
into his mind, and Jesse's body, and Jesse's little butt
bobbing as he walked away, and Jesse's hard little penis
snugged up tight against his stomach.  No!  He didn't want
Jesse's body!  His penis, playing Benedict Arnold, throbbed
in silent disagreement.  

Got to think of something else – girls – he wanted girls! 
He wanted naked tits, and bare pussies with their snug
openings for his penis, that's what he wanted.  He waited
for his penis to respond differently, but it remained the
same, throbbing with desire against his body.  Looking at
it, he flashed back to the image of his brother Chad's head
at his crotch, enveloping his entire penis in his mouth and
sucking like a Hoover, earnestly trying to avoid getting his
little butt spanked by Tommy himself.  Chad's head morphed
into Jesse's, his small mouth sucking earnestly on Tommy's
tool while he looked adoringly up at Tommy.

His penis jumped against his stomach.  "I'm not queer!" he
said aloud.  "I'm not!"  In his mind he felt Jesse's small,
feminine hands on his lower butt again, his penis throbbing
with delight at the contact, the way it had jumped when
those fingers had passed along its sides.  "I'm.  Not. 
Queer!" he said deliberately to himself again.  

It was Jesse's fault.  Jesse had gotten him all stirred up
inside.  He was just fine until Jesse started touching him,
and saying things.  What had he said again?  That he could
suck Tommy better than Chad, that was it.  That Tommy could
even stick it up his butt.  

Tommy's penis jumped twice as he reviewed this.  He tried to
make himself pee, hoping his errant organ would go down. 
Instead, he flashed to an image last Sunday, when they'd
been at the municipal pool changing, and Jesse had taken off
his trunks and bent over to slip them off his feet, flashing
his plump little butt and his tightly pursed little butt
hole at Tommy as he did so.  (Tommy, shier than Jesse, had
always found a secluded corner of the changing room, placed
his trunks over his crotch as he eased his underwear down,
and then leaned over, hiding his crotch as he pulled his
trunks up so that no one watching, had there been anyone,
would glimpse his genitals.) Tommy's penis jumped again as
he relived the scene in his head, the little butt spreading,
the tight hole flashing at him.  Rage flashed hot within
him.  He'd teach that little dickhead a lesson!  He said
Tommy could stick his dick up his butt, did he?  He'd show
Jesse what that was like!  He'd stick it up Jesse's butt
good and hard!  And then Jesse would see that he didn't like
it and say it had all been a mistake, and he never wanted to
do anything like that again!

Meanwhile, in his bedroom half asleep, Chad heard the
bedroom door open again, and sensed a dim shape slipping
into the room, crawling into Tommy's bed and pulling covers
and a pillow over itself.  He was so near sleep he didn't
bother to open his eyes more than briefly before drifting
off again.  Jesse must have changed his mind, and come back,
he thought.  He hoped the two of them would work it out, he
thought muzzily as he drifted into unconsciousness again.

Tommy came back from the bathroom.  His penis bobbed as he
walked, refusing to go down, and anger pulsed through his
frame.  He spotted the small body on the bed, covered with
the sheet and a pillow, but moving slightly, restlessly,
obviously not asleep. He climbed onto the bed and straddled
it, slipping his hand under the pillow, searching for and
finding the mouth he knew would be there and clamping his
hand firmly over it.  The room seemed darker than it had
been before, possibly because his eyes had adjusted to the
light he'd turned on in the bathroom.

"Don't say anything," he hissed.  "Don't say a single word. 
You said you wanted it up the butt, so I'm going to give it
to you, and I'm not going to be gentle.  And you aren't
going to make a sound, or I'll do something worse to you! 
You're just going to lie there and take it until I'm done."

Tommy shifted his body, pulling the sheet aside to exposing
the dimly sensed bottom half of the boy's body.  Jesse had
his pajama bottoms back on, he discovered when he placed a
hand on the boy's flanks.  He marveled how Jesse felt even
smaller in this subordinate position with his head hidden
under the pillow.  Tommy's penis was still raging at
attention and demanding satisfaction, and his anger grew at
its reaction.  He grasped the pajama bottom elastic and
yanked them down, the smooth orbs of boy butt faintly
visible in the poor light.  He used his free hand to shove
the legs apart as far as they'd go, then on impulse dug a
hand under the boy's crotch and felt the wrinkles of his
sack and the soft, squishy penis.  "Lost your hard on,
didn't you?" he hissed.  "Not so much fun now, is it?  Well,
it's gonna get worse!  You'll see, you don't like gay stuff
at all!"

He gave the small penis a vicious yank, causing a squeak and
a gasp into the hand he had clapped over the boy's mouth. 
He tightened his grip more firmly and glanced across to
check on Chad, who was now snoring softly and clearly sound
asleep.   With his free hand, he wildly grabbed a pillow and
pressed it by the boy's side, then cupped a hand under the
boy's crotch and lifted him by his genitals and shifted him
sideways so he was more straight in line with the bed and
his bottom was now raised and slightly spread on the pillow. 
He spit on his free hand and wiped the spit on the end of
his dick, settling between the boy's spread legs and
prodding the boy's butt crack with his now wet-tipped penis. 


"Nooooo!" the boy moaned through his muffling hand, the
words distorted.  "Noooooo.  Don't!"  The boy squeezed his
buns tightly together, barring Tommy's entrance.

"Decided you don't want it now, huh?" Tommy hissed back.  
"Well, you're gonna get it, anyway.  Now relax your butt and
let me in!  And if you say anything else or make any noise,
I'll crush your balls, I swear!"  He took his free hand and
placed his fingers at the juncture of the boy's lower butt
cheeks, using thumb and forefinger to pry the soft globes
apart.  Using his remaining fingers, he guided his penis
head to the tight muscle within and aimed it at the center.  

"Here it comes," he hissed.  He began pushing the tip of his
wet penis on the boy's tight orifice, without much success. 
Frustrated, he increased his pressure, until finally he put
his entire body weight into it.  All that resulted was the
tip of his penis complained where the pressure was
separating his pee slit.  In anger, he gave a violent shove,
and suddenly the ring parted and his penis head slid inside,
causing a anguished gasp and a soft keening noise from the
boy under him.  

"Quiet!" he hissed.  He reached around, under the boy's
tummy, and grasped his little balls in his small sack.  Man,
Jesse's nuts were little!  The ring enclosing his penis head
tightened, almost squeezing him out again.  He shoved
harder, feeling the damp warmth inside his friend.  He
needed it in – all of it!  Without heed of his friend's
feelings, he shoved again, and kept shoving until he'd
buried his penis to the hilt.  A low moan escaped his
smothering hand.  "Quiet!" he said again.  His penis craved
release.  He pulled partially out and jammed himself in
again, feeling the tight, enclosing warmth and the
satisfying slap of his loins against the boy's velvety butt. 
Under him, the boy moaned louder.  Heedless, Tommy withdrew
and pounded into the boy yet again, and still a third time. 
The boy's moans got louder each time.  Tommy pulled back
again, this time ramming into the boy's body with abandon. 
A muffled shriek escaped the boy's lips, as Tommy shuddered,
tensed, and had the most intense orgasm he'd ever had in his
life.

Chad awakened suddenly.  How long had he been asleep?  He'd
heard Jesse come back, but that was it.  His eyes opened to
confusion – there was an odd movement going on in Tommy's
bed – a creature of some kind was moving up and down. 
Someone was moaning, but he couldn't see who.  While he as
trying to puzzle that one out, a muffled shriek like a dying
animal made him sit straight up in bed and turn on his
bedside lamp.

Blinking in the light, it took Chad awhile to make sense out
of what he was seeing.  Tommy, lying stretched out on top of
a nude figure, the latter's legs parted, his butt propped up
on a pillow.  The figure was writhing and moaning.  Tommy's
body was shaking and shuddering.  He suddenly straightened
up in surprise at the light, shoving himself backwards onto
his heels, pulling himself out of –

Two facts struck Chad at the same time.  Tommy had just
pulled his wiener from the other boy's butt!  That was
shocking enough.  But the thing that made Chad's blood
freeze was the blood.  There was blood smeared across
Tommy's penis, from the base to the head.  He leaped out of
bed, eyes glued to the scene.  There wasn't just blood on
Tommy's penis.  The naked boy on the bed's legs were still
spread, his anus gaping, and blood was oozing out of one
corner of his anus, near the surface, spreading slowly and
redly as it trickled down the line between his legs and
began gathering in the folds of his small scrotum.  

Tommy looked down at himself as if in a daze.  "I'm
bleeding," he said to Chad.

"No, I think Jesse's bleeding," Chad said automatically. 
"You hurt him."  He looked at his brother with amazement,
still absorbing the surprising scene.  "You had your dick up
his butt!"  he said softly, in wonder.

Tommy seemed to come back to himself.  He rose, picked up
the tissue box, and began gingerly wiping blood off his
penis, spitting on the tissue to finish the job.  The figure
on the bed was shaking, crying softly under the pillow. 
Blood continued to ooze slowly down between his buns as his
butt hole twitched repeatedly, closing a bit more each time
until it finally squeezed in on itself, increasing the
trickle of blood seeping onto the base of his scrotum.

"It's his fault!  Jesse's!" Tommy said accusingly.  "He
tried to do queer stuff with me!  Then he said he wanted me
to give it to him up his butt, so I did!  I bet he doesn't
think it's such a good idea now!"  He tossed the tissues in
the trash and nudged the body on the bed.  "Not such a hot
idea, huh, Jesse!  Well, it was your fault – you wanted it. 
Now get up and clean yourself up and we'll call it even."

The figure on the bed continued crying, shaking a bit more
than before.  Chad leaned over the bed, looking down at the
pathetic small body more directly.  In the dim light of his
desk lamp, he could see the trickle of blood seeping slowly
between the boy's spread bottom and oozing down between his
legs was about to reach the bottom of the diminutive little
scrotum.  He took a tissue and dabbed at it, stopping the
spread before it reached the pillow.

"You shouldn't have done it, Tommy," Chad said.  "He's
bleeding.  What if you hurt him inside his butt?"

"Awww, he's not hurt," Tommy said.  He took the tissue and
swiped the kid's butt with it, separating his buns to reveal
a painfully sore and swollen anal ring with a slight tear in
one side.  He wiped the blood from the tear and stuck the
tissue against it.  "Come on, Jesse, get up.  We'll go to
the bathroom and clean you up, and we'll pretend none of
this happened," Tommy said, more concern in his voice. 
"Come on, I'll put stuff on it, it's no big deal, you'll be
fine!"

"Tommy," Chad said, a note of urgency in his voice.  Tommy
was still nudging the figure on the bed, urging Jesse to get
up.  "Tommy," Chad said more urgently.  He was looking under
the wrinkled scrotal patch of the boy on the bed, visible
between his spread legs.  The tip of a shriveled penis
projected there – the tip of a pointy penis with intact
foreskin completely covering the mushroom head and hanging
off it.  Chad pointed at it.  "Tommy," he said once again. 
"Look."  

"Huh?" Tommy said dumbly. "Look at what?"

"Look at his wiener, you moron!  Jesse doesn't come to a
point like that.  Jesse's circumcised, just like we are. 
Believe me, I know what his wiener looks like, after what
you guys made me do.  This isn't Jesse!" Chad replied. 
Carefully, already pretty sure what he was going to find and
deathly afraid because of it, Chad reached over and pulled
the pillow free that had been hiding the crying, bleeding
boy's upper features.  There, looking miserable and biting
his knuckles, was the teary face of their cousin Gabriel.

Tommy stared in shock.  "Oh, God!" he exclaimed.  "Oh, God! 
Oh, God!"  He looked, horrified, at the boy's tear matted
face and hair.  "Mom's gonna kill me!" he exclaimed.  "I'm
dead.  Oh, man, what's she gonna do!  I thought he was
Jesse!  I swear I did!"  He leaned over Gabriel's still
crying face.  "You won't tell on me, will you?  Please? 
Please?  I didn't mean to hurt you!  Look, I didn't know it
was you!  I'll make it up to you!  Just don't tell Mom!"
Tommy pleaded.

Gabriel sniffed, then lifted his head and looked at Tommy. 
"I had a nightmare!" he said, still crying.  "I was scared,
and I came in here.  And then you hurt me!" he said in
accusing tones.  He twisted his upper body to look
accusingly at Chad.  "You said no one would hurt me here,"
he complained.  

"It's just a little blood," Tommy said placatingly.

"I'm bleeding?" Gabriel croaked.  He leaped out of bed and
ran to the mirrored closet doors, his pajama bottoms
forgotten on the bed.  Turning his butt toward the mirror,
he craned his neck to look behind him, gingerly spreading
his butt apart with both hands as he did.  "I'm bleeding!"
he said louder.  "And I'm all red!  You hurt me!"  

Tommy and Chad stood by helplessly, as the little boy, his
tears diminishing, studied himself in the mirror.  Gabriel
twisted this way and that, trying to see his anal opening
more clearly, finally bending down and looking at his spread
buns upside down from between his legs.  Straightening up,
he snatched the tissues from Tommy's hand and held them
against his bottom, looking at Tommy accusingly.  "You
fucked me in the butt!" he said in outrage.  "I said don't,
and you told me you'd smash my nuts if I didn't let you!"

"You did that?" Chad asked Tommy, looking at his little
brother in wonder.

"I didn't mean to," Tommy said.  "I thought he was Jesse!"

"You wanted to do that to Jesse?" Chad asked.

"I didn't want to, he made me do it," Tommy said helplessly. 


"Tommy, you're not making any sense!  How could Jesse have
made you do it?  He wasn't even here!  He went home!"  Chad
exclaimed "And he's a lot littler than you, so how can you
say he made you do it?" he asked.  "Oh, God, Tommy, do you
know what you've done?  You butt raped Gabriel!  Okay, you
didn't know it was Gabriel, but it wouldn't have made it any
better if it had been Jesse!  Didn't you listen to anything
Mom said to me and Alan about not doing sex stuff with
people who don't want you to?  You know what happened to
Alan, and all he did is touch me!  You raped him!"

"I'm bleeding," Gabriel said in distress, removing the
tissues from his bottom and looking at them.  "And I'm all
stirred up inside!  It burns!"

"We gotta make him stop bleeding," Chad said reasonably. 
"And you've gotta get him to promise not to tell!  Make it
up to him!  Give him something!  Tell him you're sorry! 
Mom'll kill you if she finds out!"

Tommy looked hopefully at Chad.  "But Mom's not here," he
said.  "We can keep this just between us!"  He looked
pleadingly at Gabriel.  "Look, I'll let you have anything of
mine!  I'll be your slave!  I'll do your homework for you! 
Just promise you won't tell anyone!" Tommy begged.  "There's
no reason anyone else needs to know."

"That boat," said a voice from the doorway, "has already
sailed."  All three boys turned toward the voice.  Beth was
standing in the partially opened door, wearing her skimpy
nightgown that barely covered her top with a pair of thong
panties.  

Gabriel, still stark naked, didn't seem at all perturbed
that his distant female cousin was seeing him completely
naked for the first time.  Facing, her, oblivious to his
exposed little genitals, he said, indignantly, "He fucked me
in the butt!  And he said he'd smash my balls if I didn't
let him!  And I'm bleeding!"  He turned around and bent
over, thrusting his little butt into the air so she could
see the damage.

Tommy's heart had stopped when he'd heard Beth's voice.  He
almost turned to run, but there was nowhere to flee to. 
Chad stared at Beth dumbly.  Gabriel reached back and
separated his butt so that Beth could see the source of his
complaints more clearly.  "I had a bad dream," he said,
looking at her from upside down between his legs.  "I came
in here 'cause I was afraid.  And then he fucked me in the
butt!" he said, looking daggers at Tommy.  "Look at me," he
begged.  "Am I gonna be all right?"  His swollen, red anus
glared angrily outward at the three of them, a trickle of
blood still seeping from the tear in one side.

"Look Beth, Mom's not here," Tommy said, recovering his
voice.  "She doesn't have to know about this, does she?  It
was an accident!"

"So you accidentally corn holed your cousin?" Beth said
sarcastically, bending down to examine Gabriel's anus.  "How
does one do that?"

Tommy took a deep breath.  "Um, um, you see, Jesse was …"

"Spare me," Beth said, dabbing at Gabriel's most private
parts with a tissue.  "I heard it all from the door, anyway. 
Jesse made a move on you, and you went crazy and tried to
butt rape him in return, and then somehow you missed Jesse's
butt and hit Gabriel's instead.  Talk about your mistaken
identities!"

"Jesse went home," Chad said helpfully.  "And Tommy thought
he was Jesse!"

"Yeah, yeah, save it for the judge," Beth said.  "We got to
give this guy a bath and see if we can fix his butt up. 
Then we'll see about you.  Come with me, both of you."  She
picked up Gabriel and cradled him like a 5-year-old,
starting out the door.  She turned back and looked at Tommy. 
"I just remembered something," she said.  "When I just told
you to save it for the judge?  Mom said I'm the judge.  So I
guess you'll have to save it for me."