WARNING: This story contains scenes depiction sexual relations between males. For a time one of those males won't exactly be of legal age in some parts of the country. If this type of material is offensive to your or is not legal in your place of residence DO NOT READ THIS STORY.


The next day it was like nothing ever happened. I woke up alone in Rex's bed and Rob was in the shower when I came out of the bedroom. I was eating breakfast when Rob left for work and then I took a quick shower and headed out to do my walks and driveways. I took the presents I'd bought for Riley and Ariel with me and planned to drop them off when I was finished for the day. I still didn't know what I was going to say to Riley about our relationship. I kept thinking about what had happened between me and Rex and then comparing it to what had happened between me and Riley.

I thought about what happened between me and Rex the entire time I worked on the walks and driveways. There wasn't much for me to do though. It hadn't snowed and there was little ice. I cleared away what there was and assured my customers that if it didn't snow before I returned they wouldn't be charged for the visit. Then I was off to Riley's still not knowing what I was going to say. When I got there I got a surprise.

"She's not here," said her sister. "Danny came this morning and took her and Ariel to the doctor for Ariel's shots and I haven't seen them all day long."

"Well, can I leave these presents with you?" I asked, holding up the bag.

"Sure," she said, smiling. "Do you want to come in for a while?"

"No, thank you," I said, smiling back. "I have more to do."

"Well, I'll let her know you stopped by," she said.

"Thanks," I said. "Have a great day."

"You too," she said.

I didn't hear from Riley for a few days and when I did she let me know that she and Danny had decided to get back together. She apologized for breaking up with me, but I wasn't unhappy to hear that. I wished her and Danny good luck with their relationship and promised to still be her friend. By the time I got back to the house that day I was feeling happier than I had been since I'd fucked Rex for the first time.

When I got home there was a gift wrapped box on the couch. Rob was sitting in the recliner and I asked him what it was. I was shocked and a little angry when he told me that my mother had stopped him when he got home from work to give it to him. She'd asked that he give it to me. There wasn't supposed to be any contact either directly or indirectly. That meant that she wasn't supposed to contact me through Rob or Rex. She'd broken the restraining order, but did I want to push it?

"She's reaching out, Josh," said Rob as I stared at the box.

"But do I want to reach back?" I asked myself more than him.

"I don't have that answer for you," he said. "Only you can know that. I will say that if I were you I'd think really hard before I cut her out of my life forever."

I nodded my head and picked up the box. I didn't open it though. I wasn't quite ready for that yet. Instead I put it under the tree for later. I wasn't sure if I'd even open the box, but I was going to think about what Rob had said. I was coming back up the stairs when the phone rang. I stopped in the kitchen to answer it.

"Hey," said the voice of Mike Santuci on the other end of the extension. "What are you doing the day after Christmas?"

"Nothing special," I replied. "Why? What's up?"

"You'll never believe what's up," he sighed into the phone. "My mom's getting married."

"The day after Christmas?" I asked, surprised.

"No," he laughed. "On Valentine's Day. That's not the big thing."

"All right," I said.

"She's marrying Jared Olin," he said and then got silent as if he were waiting for me to say something.

"Who is Jared Olin?" I asked after he'd been silent for a few minutes.

"Steve Olin's father," he sighed.

"Oh," I said, sitting down at the table. I felt bad for him. I knew how much he hated Steve Olin.

"Yeah," he said.

"So what does this have to do with the day after Christmas?" I asked.

"Steve's brother, Dane, is home from college for break," he said. "He wants to go to their cabin for a few nights and my mom said I have to go with them."

"OK," I said, still not understanding what he wanted.

"I want you to go with me," he said. "Please, Josh. I don't know Dane, but I don't like Steve. If you go with me then I'll have someone to talk to that I like."

Now I understood. He wanted me to go to the cabin with them so he'd have at least one friend in the group. I supposed that if I went I'd be on even footing there. I didn't know Dane Olin at all and I wasn't exactly excited to be spending any time with Steve Olin either. Mike was my friend though.

"How long?" I asked.

"Just three nights," he said. "Please, Josh."

"I'll do it," I sighed. "What time are you all leaving?"

"Well that's just it," he said. "I was hoping that you would just spend the night over here Christmas night and then we could follow them in your truck."

"Sounds good," I said. "Is your mom all right with that?"

"Sure," he said. "She won't even be here."

"All right," I said. "Do I need to bring anything?"

"Just a sleeping bag and clothes," he said. "We've got everything else covered. Thanks, Josh."

"You owe me," I said.

I was getting off the phone when Rex came in the back door carrying two large bags. He smiled at me and asked me what I was up to. I explained about the cabin and Mike begging me to go. He laughed and told me to be careful. I told him that Steve had tried several times to be friendly since the fight so long ago.

"Well, maybe he's growing up," he said. "He might just make a good friend, Josh. You never know."

"Somehow I doubt that," I said, smiling at him. "So what's in the bags?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he laughed. "Last minute Christmas stuff. You done?"

"Oh sure," I said. "I've been done for a while."

"Well, give me a bit to wrap some of these and get them all under the tree and then we can watch a movie or something," he said.

"Sounds good," I said. "You want me to pick?"


Twenty minutes later we were cuddled up together on the couch, laughing and playfully insulting each other as we watched the movie I'd picked out. I was getting more and more comfortable holding Rex in my arms like I was at that moment. It was starting to make me wonder exactly how I was feeling about him. Was I in love with Rex? I wasn't sure about that one, but I knew that I cared a lot about him. Holding him and having sex with him was wonderful, but I wasn't gay.

When the movie was over we got off the couch and went our separate ways. Rex went back to wrapping presents and I decided to cook dinner. Rob came home while I was cooking and I told him that I would be gone for four nights starting Christmas night. He asked about that and I explained to him that I'd be at the Olin cabin with Mike.

I left right after dinner to go shopping for a sleeping bag. The stores were crazy with customers everywhere. It was the day before Christmas Eve and everyone was doing their last minute shopping. Luckily no one was in the same aisle as I was while I looked over the sleeping bags. I found a thermal one that was down-filled and put it in my cart. I found a few other things that I wanted for my time in the snow and ice and made my way to the checkout. When I got there I was faced with Riley, Danny and Ariel.

"Hello, Josh Carson," Riley said, smiling at me when I pushed my cart into the lane beside the one they were in.

"Hello, Riley Wagoner," I replied. "Ready for Christmas?"

"As ready as we can be," she said. She turned to Danny and then pointed at me. "Danny, this is Josh Carson. We go to school together."

"Nice to meet you, Josh," said Danny, extending his hand.

"Same here," I said, shaking his hand and wondering about Riley introducing us that way. Ariel smiled and cooed at me and I wondered how long it would take Danny to realize that his daughter knew me a bit too well.

"So what are you doing for Christmas?" asked Riley.

"Spending it with Rob and Rex," I replied. "I'm spending Christmas night with Mike and then we're going to a cabin for a few nights."

"How many of you are going?" she asked.

"Well it'll be me, Mike, Steve Olin and his brother, Dane," I said. "Steve and Dane's parents own the cabin."

"I thought you and Steve Olin weren't friends," she said, eyeing me.

"We're not," I replied. "Mike's mom is marrying Steve's dad. I'm going along so that Mike isn't alone with the Olin brothers."

"Noble," she said, smiling.

"Something like that," I chuckled as the line started to move again. I was next. "Well I'll see you later. It was nice meeting you, Danny."

"Nice meeting you, too," he said, smiling at me.

When I got back to the house Rex was cooking in the kitchen. I put my sleeping bag and the rest of my purchases in his room and then joined him. Whatever he was cooking sure smelled good. He smiled at me when I came into the kitchen. I sat at the table and watched him cook.

"No plans for tonight, right?" he asked without turning away from the stove.

"None," I replied.

"Good," he said. "Rob is spending the night with his mystery guy tonight and I want you to stay with me."

"Well then, you're getting what you want," I replied. "So there's a mystery man?"

"His name is Tanner Scott," said Rex. "I haven't met him yet, but Rob says he's a great guy. From what Rob tells me the guy's an accountant who lives at home so that he can take care of his parents. Apparently they were in some kind of accident and are both in bad shape."

"Sounds like a good guy to me," I said.

"Let's hope so for Rob's sake," he said. "Hungry?"


"Well this'll be ready in a few minutes," he said. "Wanna grab the plates and silverware while I get it finished up?"

I did as he asked and as I put the plates and silver on the table he put the food on the plates. We sat and tucked into the food as we talked about the fact that there hadn't been any new snow. He was worried that we weren't going to make enough money to pay the rent for January, but I assured him that if we didn't I'd get it paid.

"I don't want you to have to pay my share," he said.

"Relax," I said, smiling. "You can pay me back when we have work. This is all part of the business, Rex. Sometimes there's no snow. Sometimes there's no rain and the grass dries up. It's all a gamble."

"As long as you let me pay you back," he said after a moment.

"Don't worry so much," I replied.

"So you'll be gone for five days?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah," I said. "Wish me luck."

"Oh you'll do fine," he laughed. "What if it snows while you're gone?"

"Then I'll get to my customers when I get back," I said. "You'll just have to call them all and let them know that I'm out of town for the holidays and I'll get with them as soon as I get back."

After we'd eaten and I helped him do the dishes, dry them and put them away we spread a blanket on the floor, pulled the bean-bags over and selected a movie. Then we cuddled up together and settled down. My dick got hard as soon as we cuddled up together and I started to wonder again about my sexuality. I really liked holding Rex in my arms that way. I also loved having sex with him. It was starting to make me question myself. Was it really important though? I wasn't sure about that, but I knew that I didn't want to stop having sex with him long enough to find out.

He noticed that I was hard too. He turned slightly in my arms so that he could rub my dick through my jeans and then he was unzipping them to free me. I allowed him to do it and soon he had my bare dick in his hand. I thought about returning the favor, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead I stayed put and let him have his way for a while. Then I decided that I wanted to get off and I wasn't interested in making a mess.

"I'll get a condom and the lube," he said, reading my mind. He got up and left me lying there looking obscene.

I got up and took off my clothes while he was gone. He was naked when he came back into the room and we wasted no time getting into position with my dick both covered and lubed. We set up a steady rhythm and looked into each other's eyes as we fucked. I don't know where it came from, but I leaned closer to him until our lips were touching and then I put my tongue in his mouth and kissed him for a while. He came while I was kissing him and I just held my lips against his and felt his ass spasm around my dick and coax the cum from my balls. Then I collapsed against him, our stomachs sliding in his cum as my softening dick slid out of his ass.

"Well now we're all sticky," I chuckled as I sighed against his neck.

"Where the hell did that come from?" he asked.

"Well you got off..."

"I meant the kissing," he said, slapping my ass.

"I just wanted to kiss you," I said, not wanting to discuss it. I pulled away from him then. "We need showers."

"It isn't like we haven't been intimate enough already," he said as he got up. "We can take one together."

"All right," I said, really not wanting to think about what that would mean.

In the shower he didn't wait for me to say anything. He just started to wash my back, running his soap covered hands all over my shoulders and down my back to my ass. I allowed him to keep going, but I got a little nervous when he ran his soapy fingers down the crack of my ass, passing over my hole. The sensation made me twitch as I fought to hold in a moan. I still couldn't get over how sensitive that area of my anatomy was.

When he was finished with my back down to my feet I returned the favor starting with his shoulders and making my way down to his ass. When I ran my soapy fingers down the crack of his ass I accidentally inserted a finger into his hole. He didn't hold back his gasp as my finger sank into him to the second knuckle. I twisted it back and forth for a bit and then withdrew it and continued down his legs to his feet.

"We, uh...can wash our own fronts," he said, taking the soap from me as he turned around. His dick was hard and I was surprised to find that mine was as well.

Later, when we were drying ourselves, I tried hard not to think about anything. We went back to the living room and cuddled together naked on the blanket with a different movie, and before I knew it I was asleep. He woke me some time later to tug me to the bedroom and then he pushed me down onto his bed and climbed in beside me, pulling the cover over us as he lay down. He settled against me and I put my arms around him, trying not to notice as my dick settled in his crack. I went back to sleep with Rex in my arms and my mind buzzing with everything I was trying so hard not to think about.

I woke up to his mouth on my dick and realized that it was morning. His ministrations were amazing and I just put my head back against the pillow and wallowed in the feelings he was causing. All too soon he got a mouth full. Then he was looking up at me with a satisfied grin on his face.

"Merry Christmas, Rex," I said stupidly and grinned at him.

"Merry Christmas, Big Guy," he said, gripping my dick.

We dressed in shorts and t-shirts to get breakfast. I decided that since it was Christmas I'd have a real breakfast instead of my usual shake. We had eggs, bacon and toast and were just finishing when Rob came in the back door. He smiled at us and then went to his room and closed the door.

"He seems happy," I said, smiling at Rex.

"He sure does," he laughed. "Let's go bug him."

So we went to his bedroom door and began to knock insanely, cackling about Christmas and presents. He finally came out laughing like crazy and we settled on the floor in front of the tree to pass out presents. Then we were oohing and awwing over every single gift we opened. I got a lot of little things from both of them. Rob laughed at me when I opened Rex's final gift. It was a new jock strap.

"I noticed that the old one is getting a bit tight," he said, grinning at me as I held it up.

Then it was his turn to laugh at me when I opened Rob's final gift. It was a shoe box full of condoms and three bottles of Astroglide. I looked at him and he smiled at me for a minute before he said anything. Rex was having a grand time laughing it up at my expense.

"Well I thought you might be running low," Rob said, turning red in the face.

"Cute," I said with a smirk.

We laughed about it for a little while and then I helped them clean up the mess. While Rob made breakfast I got all of my presents together and was about to take them down to the basement when Rex stopped me. He told me that I had slept in his bed with him every night since the first night we'd really had sex so I might as well start moving some things of my own into the room. I was already sharing his closet.

We had breakfast, laughing about my gifts. I told them it wasn't really fair because all of the gifts that I'd bought for them were practical and sane. That only made them laugh harder. We had a good day together and I only thought about the package from my mother twice. I thought about it while I was packing my bag for the cabin trip, but decided not to open it until I got home.

I thought about my mother off and on and wondered how she was doing. The fact that every time I came home I saw the doctor's car in the driveway across the street stopped me from reconciling with her. I couldn't believe that she'd chosen him over me, her own son. It hurt, but I tried my best not to let it show. I was sure that Rob and Rex could see right through my façade, but they thankfully rarely said anything about my mother.

Mike was happy to see me when I got to his house. It seemed his mother had taken off with Steve's dad for a romantic Christmas night out and wouldn't be returning until tomorrow afternoon. We'd be gone on our way to the cabin by then. Steve was nice to me when I got there and although he had been the last several times I'd encountered him it was still a shock.

"It's cool that you're coming along," he said. "You'll have to share a bunk with Mike though."

"No worries," I said.

"I tried to get Ralph to come along, but his dad wouldn't let him," he explained, though I had no idea why this information was of any importance to me. I didn't like Ralph any more than I liked Steve. The difference between the two was that Steve had at least tried to be nice. Ralph completely ignored me most of the time, though I'd caught him staring at me a few times.

"Come on," said Mike. "Let's take your stuff up to my room."

"So how's it going?" I asked when we were safely in Mike's room.

"Like the 'Twilight Zone'," he replied. "Steve's been so nice it's almost as if we've been friends since birth, but I don't trust him."

I felt for him, but there wasn't anything I could do. We went back downstairs and sat in the living room with Steve. Mike made snacks and got us sodas while Steve and I picked out a movie from the Santuci video collection. Then we spread out over the living room with Mike sprawled on the couch and Steve and I in the recliners. We talked back and forth about nothing in particular while we watched the movie.

Dane came in just as the movie was ending and Steve introduced us. Dane Olin looked like his younger brother. They had the same wheat-colored blond hair, though while Steve's was shaggy, Dane's was cut short and parted to the left. Their blue eyes were a shared trait, but Dane had a gentle look to him that I can't even begin to describe. He didn't seem as tense as his younger brother and when he spoke his voice wasn't as gruff.

"Nice to meet you, Josh," he said. "Steve's talked about you. I have to admit that I'm surprised that the two of you are friends."

"Well we're not exactly friends," I replied. "We're working on at least being friendly."

"I told him about how you make all the football players look bad in the weight room," said Steve with a smirk on his face that I couldn't read.

"Well that's not what I'm in there for," I replied. "All I'm ever interested in is my own work outs. I don't pay any attention to the rest of you."

"We've noticed," laughed Steve.

We watched another movie and Mike supplied another round of snacks and soda. Dane asked a lot of questions about my work outs and explained that he was on the baseball team at his school. He was a likeable guy and I couldn't believe how different he was than his younger brother.

"Well we'd all better get some rest," Dane said after the second movie ended. "I want to get an early start in the morning. We've got some last minute shopping to do and it takes three hours to get to the cabin from here."

I helped Mike clean up the living room and then we went up to his room. He told me along the way what both Steve and Dane were sleeping in the living room. The house only had two bedrooms and I wondered where they were all going to sleep when his mom and their dad got married.

"I have to share my room with Steve," he said in a put out tone as we entered his room. "It won't be for long though. I'm moving out of here as soon as I turn eighteen."

"I don't blame you," I replied, getting my sleeping bag and pillow all set up on the floor.

We settled down and went to sleep as soon as he was in bed and I was inside my sleeping bag. I don't know how long I was asleep before I felt something strange that woke me. His room was in the back of the house so no light came in from the street. There was too much cloud cover for the moon to shine through the window so it was almost completely dark in the room.

I could feel a draft so I knew that I'd somehow unzipped my sleeping bag. I thought for a second that I'd gotten hot. Then I noticed that Mike was sitting on the floor beside me. My sleep fogged mind took a minute to understand the sensation that I was feeling but when I did it took all of my self control to continue to appear to be sleeping.

Mike had fished my dick through the opening in my boxers and he was slowly masturbating me. I couldn't believe it, but suddenly a lot of things came back to me as I pretended to be asleep. I remembered the strange looks he would give me from time to time and how he and Carla were not together the way people thought they were. I remembered catching him looking at me in the showers and having chalked it up to normal male curiosity. His looks had lingered a bit longer than curiosity would allow though. Now I knew what it was about Mike that I couldn't understand at first.

I didn't know how much longer my feigned sleeping would be believable. For one thing he might actually masturbate me to climax and then I was sure he'd know I was awake. Maybe he wanted to wake me up. It was very strange. Then he stopped as suddenly as he started. As he got back into his bed I decided that pretences weren't worth discomfort any longer. I sat up after putting my dick back in my shorts and then zipped my sleeping bag closed, turned on my side and tried to go back to sleep.

The next morning he acted like nothing had happened. Surely he had to have known that I was awake. I'd made no pretence about righting my shorts and zipping my bag when he'd let go of my dick and crawled back into his bed. I decided that if he wanted to pretend that nothing happened I wasn't going to bring it up. I just acted as normal as I could.

We didn't have time to dwell on it though. Dane was true to his word that we'd be getting an early start. After quick showers and a hastily eaten breakfast we headed for the grocery store where Dane started putting various items in the cart, telling me and Mike that if we wanted anything special we'd better get it in the car before he reached the check out lane.

Then we were off to a gas station where he got three five gallon tanks of propane and ten gallons of gas for the generator. He explained this to me as I helped him carry the tanks and gas cans back to his blazer. The propane was for the stove and water heater. He said that the cabin's heat source was an electric furnace. The gas powered generator was for power outages caused by snow storms. The weather report hadn't warned of any pending snowfall so he thought we'd be in good shape. He said that being prepared for anything was best when spending any time at the cabin.

Then we started the three hour journey to the Olin family cabin in the woods. Mike was content to remain silent through most of the trip. I used that time to think about what had happened the night before. Was Mike gay? I knew that text books said that males in puberty often experimented sexually with members of the same sex. Was that what it was? Was it just healthy curiosity? If that was it and he thought I'd caught him then I could understand why he was silent.

It wasn't the best way to experiment though. Suppose I'd been someone else and he'd tried that. He very well might have gotten his ass beat for it. I knew that on some levels it was considered a form of molestation, but it wasn't as if I hadn't been having sex with Rex so I didn't see any reason to get bent out of shape because Mike wanted to feel my dick.

I'd seen him in the showers at school a number of times. He had nothing to be ashamed of himself. He was an attractive guy. Since he'd started working out with me in the weight room he'd lost that gangly look. His weight had finally caught up with his height and I couldn't understand why more of the girls at school weren't all over him. Then I realized what I was thinking and nearly had an accident.

"Are you mad at me?" Mike asked, breaking the silence as I eased the truck back off the shoulder.

"No," I said quickly. "I'm not mad at you. I think we need to talk about last night, but I'm not mad about it."

"Don't tell anybody, OK?" he asked in a pleading tone.

"If I was going to tell anyone I'd also have to tell them that I let you do it," I pointed out.

"You were asleep," he countered.

"Not through the whole thing I wasn't," I admitted.

"Then why didn't you stop me?" he asked.

"Well to be honest I was confused at first," I replied. "Then when I figured out what was going on I didn't exactly want you to stop."

"So you liked it?" he asked.

"I have a dick, Mike," I laughed. "If you do something to stimulate it of course I like it."

"But you're not gay," he said with a sigh.

I had to think about that one. I didn't know why, but the answer that was on the tip of my tongue refused to be spoken. Was I? I really liked having sex with Rex. Did that mean I was gay? I hadn't exactly loved having sex with Riley. That could mean that I was gay. I really didn't know the answer to that question.

"I don't think I am," I replied after a moment.

"I didn't think so either," he said. "Does it matter to you that I am though?"

"Mike, you need to know something," I said, wanting to put his mind at ease. "The two guys I live with are gay. Rex and Rob are two of the best friends I've ever had. They're more than that actually. They're like family. So no, it doesn't matter to me that you're gay. Just ask permission before you go touching a guy's dick all right? Other guys might not have been so comfortable about it."

"Yeah," he said with a sheepish look. "Sorry."

And that was the extent of our discussion during the drive. I knew we needed to talk more about it, but I just couldn't push him. I think I was a little afraid of what he would say to some of my questions. My biggest question was the scary one. Was he interested in me? What scared me about it was that I was flattered to think he was interested in me. I suppose that would be normal though. I imagined that anyone would be flattered at least on some level if they knew that someone was interested in them.

Once we reached the cabin we had to help carry all of the supplies, bags and food inside. The place was actually pretty impressive. It was a two story log cabin with a huge deck and surrounded by the trees of the woods. It sat on a hill side and was shaded by several extremely tall oak trees. Even without leaves the trees were so massive that very little sun got through on that side of the cabin.

There was an attached shed where Dane told me the generator and propane intake for the cabin was located. We took all of the gas cans and propane tanks in there. Once we got everything inside I got to really look around the inside of the cabin. It was impressive. The kitchen looked rustic but functional with a refrigerator, double sink and stove. There was an island in the center of the kitchen with pots and pans hanging from rack in bolted to the ceiling. Deep hunter green tiles covered the floor with a rust colored grout between them. The same colors adorned the windows. The curtain patterns were solid hunter with rust colored diamonds. It was a pleasing atmosphere.

The living room had heavy paneled walls and a hardwood floor. There was a huge oval braided rug on the floor in the center of the room. Furniture that looked like it had been hand made from logs and covered with soft overstuffed pillows was arranged in a semi-circle around the rug and facing the fireplace. I could have done without the huge dear head mounted to the wall above the fireplace but it wasn't my cabin.

Through double doors behind the living room was a huge open area. The floor was the same hardwood and the walls were the same heavy panels. There was a hand made shelf running almost all the way around the room. It held lots and lots of trophies for everything from soccer to football. There were a lot of baseball trophies in the room as well but when I got close enough to see I noticed that all of the soccer and football trophies were Steve's. The baseball trophies were all Dane's.

A pool table sat in the center of the room with an authentic barroom lamp hanging from a cord just above it. There were two sofas and a recliner in the room as well. These weren't the hand made log type. They were leather and shined with the evidence of much care and attention. End tables sat on either side of the two couches that sat across the room from each other. Lamps that looked like beer bottles sat on the tables and gave the room an amber glow when turned on.

There was another entrance to the kitchen from this room that I hadn't noticed. Another door led to the downstairs bathroom with only a toilet and sink. Off to the left of the bathroom door was the staircase that looked like it had been built from logs and planks as well. I took the stairs to the loft style second story.

The entire loft was a straight shot above the living room and kitchen. Four doors stood in the wall across from the railing. One I was sure was the master bedroom, one a bathroom and the other two must have belonged to Dane and Steve. Steve told me to put mine and Mike's gear in the middle bedroom. He explained that both rooms had bunk beds and he would be sharing Dane's room while we were there.

His room wasn't overly large. There was one window and beside that against the wall stood the bunk beds that were covered with brown sheets. I put our bags on the bottom bunk and looked at the lone trophy on the dresser across from the bunks. It was a basketball trophy with Steve's name on it. I wondered why it wasn't downstairs with the others and why there was only one. I didn't have time to think about that though. I went back downstairs where Dane was cooking something for us to eat.

After a round of chili dogs and fries we headed outside to cut and gather firewood. Dane told me that there were skis and sleds in the garage, but with no snow it didn't look like we'd be getting much used out of them. Instead we settled into the cabin for a game of Monopoly. It wasn't the best game in the world, but it passed the time for us.

"All right," said Dane after he'd whipped our butts at Monopoly. "How about a game of poker?"

"You both know how to play right?" asked Steve.

We nodded that we did and then Dane got up to get chips. Steve got up to whisper something to his brother, but I saw Dane shake his head. Whatever it was that Steve had asked received a negative response. I wasn't too sure about my poker skills so I hoped he wasn't asking his brother to cheat.

"We're going to play straight five card draw," said Dane when he and Steve returned to the table. "Best of five cards wins with no wild cards."

"Sounds good," said Mike and I just nodded. I knew what he was talking about but I still wasn't too sure about my skills.

We played a few hands and I didn't do horrible. I won the third hand with three of a kind, but lost the next to Dane's straight flush. Steve won a hand with a full house, but Mike hadn't won a thing. Then he showed us four of a kind the hard way and everyone was stunned.

"How about we make this game a little more interesting?" Steve asked, grinning at us.

"Steve," said Dane in a warning tone.

"Ever played strip poker?" Steve asked, ignoring his brother.

"No girls here to see," said Mike. "What's the point?"

"The point is it's funny to make you guys lose your clothes," said Steve.

I wasn't so sure about it, but Mike agreed and then gave me a strange look until I agreed. I hoped that Dane would refuse to play, but he went with the majority and the cards were dealt. Things went along all right for a while. After four rounds each of us had lost our shirts so we were even. That changed in the next round though. Steve lost both of his shoes while Mike lost one. Dane and I retained our shoes and the game continued.

"Prepare to get naked," laughed Mike when he put his cards on the table face up. He had three sevens and I smirked at him.

"Not so fast," I replied, looking at Steve's pair of tens and Dane's pair of jacks. "Full house. Looks like you just lost your other shoe. You just lost that other shoe. Steve you owe me a sock."

"You gotta take off a shoe," Steve said to Dane as he peeled of a sock.

My luck changed after that. Two rounds later I was without both shoes and not long after that I had no socks. Mike was already in his underwear and the next hand had me and Steve in our underwear as well. Then the worst happened. Dane put down a royal flush and Mike and I were the low men with a pair a piece.

"Naked!" cried Steve with a satisfied smirk on his face.

I noticed that both he and Dane paid close attention to us as we peeled off our underwear. I felt like a bug under a microscope until I sat back down. It had gotten very quiet in the cabin once Mike and I were naked. I was more uncomfortable than I'd ever been sitting there in nothing but my skin while the Olin brothers gawked. It was clear that I was the one they were looking at. When I looked over at Mike I noticed that he was looking at me too.

As if my humiliation wasn't complete already I was mortified to see that what always happens when my dick becomes the center of attention happened again. The others watched right along with me as my dick slowly stood straight up in all it's glory. I wanted to die right there but Steve, like only he could, made it worse.

"See? I told you!" he stage whispered to Dane. "He's hung like a horse!"

"A Clydesdale more like it," mumbled Mike and I wanted to hit him in the face.

"Jesus," breathed Dane as he stared at my dick.

"All right," I said, having had enough. "I'm getting dressed. I think I might head back to Bryarwood when I'm done."

I got up, grabbed my clothes and headed upstairs. I was humiliated and furious. I couldn't believe I'd let myself get sucked into that. It was clear that Steve was ever the jerk he'd always been and I felt bad for Mike but I wasn't sticking around to be the butt of any more of his jokes. I was pulling my shirt over my head when someone knocked on the door.

"Can I come in for a minute?" Dane asked from the other side.

"Why?" I asked. "So you can laugh at me some more?"

"Josh, we weren't laughing at you," he said. "Can I please come in and talk to you instead of talking through the door?"

"It's your cabin," I said, grabbing my bag and sleeping bag. I sat down to lace my boots as he came through the door.

"Aww man," he said. "Look, don't leave. I'll kick Steve's ass later."

"I figured out that coming was a mistake," I said. "Steve and I have never been friends and it's clear now that the only reason he's been being so nice lately is because he's been waiting for a chance to set me up. I can't believe I was too stupid to see this one coming."

"Well I don't know about my brother," he said, coming to sit beside me on the bunk. "But I think you're pretty cool. Stay, Josh."

I don't know why I agreed to it but I stayed. I followed him back downstairs where he put a movie in the DVD player and made popcorn. I didn't say a single word to Mike or Steve for the rest of the day and when it was time to go to bed I stripped to my boxers and crawled into my sleeping bag without a word. It was only three nights. I could get through it if I just watched each one of them closely. After the three nights I never had to have anything to do with any of them again.

The next morning I woke up alone in the room. I could hear voices downstairs but at first I couldn't hear what they were saying. As I got my stuff together for a shower I opened the door and I could hear them loud and clear. Dane was letting Mike and Steve have it.

"It was a fucked up thing to do and you know it," snapped Dane.

"I just wanted you to see . . ."

"Shut up, Steve," he said. "And you're supposed to be his friend."

"I wasn't in on this!" cried Mike. "I didn't know what was going to happen. Steve's the one who made sure that Josh and I ended up naked!"

"I didn't make sure . . ."

"You stacked the deck, Steve," said Dane. "Don't think I don't know you did. I watched you do it. I didn't know what you were hoping to accomplish but I was stupid and let you do it."

"What's the big deal?" Steve asked. "He's got a big dick! I wanted you to see it."

"Why?" demanded Dane. "What purpose other than humiliating Josh did my seeing his dick serve?"

"If he's going to be such a fucking baby about it maybe he should leave," snapped Steve.

"Well I've got news for you, little brother," said Dane. "If Josh leaves we all leave. I'll have to explain to Dad why we left early. I'll also have to tell Mike and Josh a few of your nasty little secrets. So if you don't want them to know things about you that you told me you'd die if anyone found out about I suggest you suck it up and do as you're told."

I heard one of them stomp across the room and then the front door slammed. I didn't listen to any more though. I went straight to the bathroom and hopped in the shower. I don't know why but it made me feel better that Dane jumped on Mike and Steve. I didn't believe that Mike had been in on anything, but Steve was a prick.

When I got downstairs Mike and Dane were playing a card game while Steve sulked in front of the television. There were donuts and a jug of milk on the counter so I helped myself to one of the donuts and a glass of milk. I'd decided to stop drinking the shakes every morning for breakfast. I was big enough already. I also noticed that it was snowing pretty hard when I looked out the window. I thought about my customers and sighed.

"What are you guys playing?" I asked as I sat at the table.

"Rummy," replied Mike. "Want to play?"

"Not at the moment," I said.

"Looks like we might get to use the skis and sleds after all," Dane said, smiling at me. "That snow's coming down awful hard and the television says it isn't likely to stop until tomorrow."

"Looks like we're prepared," I said nodding at the huge stack of firewood by the kitchen door.

"Steve took care of that for us this morning while you were sleeping," Dane said with a smirk.

"Ah," I replied, leaving it alone.

Dane had beat Mike by the time I put my plate and glass in the sink so I joined them for a three sided game of Rummy. We laughed and joked with each other while we played and I found that Dane really was pretty easy to like. Mike seemed a little skittish at first, but once I started teasing him like always he perked back up.

For the rest of the day we played card games or watched television. Steve even joined us that night after supper for a game of Monopoly. By the time it was over I was ready to hit the sack. One look outside told me that the snow was continuing to fall with a fury and everything had a white coating. I was sure it would be twice as thick by morning.

The next day there was plenty of snow for the sleds and we had a great time sliding down the hill behind the cabin. It continued to snow, but the force had died down a bit. It was cold, but we had fun. We were ready to sit in front of the fire to thaw after a few hours of sledding though. We were just finishing supper when someone knocked on the front door of the cabin.

Dane talked to someone at the door for a few minutes before he came to get his coat and boots. He explained that he would be gone for a while to help a family friend with their generator. Their cabin was located three miles up the road. He told us to stay inside and he'd be back later.

Mike and I sat at the table to play a game of cards after he left. Neither of us were thrilled to be alone with Steve but there wasn't much we could do about it. The snow continued to fall and Steve continued to sulk in the living room. The phone rang about an hour later and Steve talked to Dane on the phone for a while.

"He's not going to be able to come back tonight," he said when he got off the phone. "The snow is too deep and trees have fallen in the road. He'll be back tomorrow when Jack Templeton gets up here with his plow."

"We'll be all right," Mike said, looking at the stack of wood. "We've got enough gas for the generator and Dane switched propane tanks this morning so we should be set there."

But we weren't all right actually. Sure we had enough gas for the generator, but we didn't have a way to get to the garage to put it in the generator. The doors were wedged shut by snow drifts. We were eating breakfast the next morning when the power failed. That meant the generator was empty of gas and we had no way to get out there to it. We also had no hot water.

Being stuck with Steve Olin in a cabin with no power and no hot water or heat was not something I was looking forward to. Luckily we had plenty of wood for the fireplace and Dane had said that Jack Templeton would get a plow on the road and maybe he'd help us get the doors open so we could get to the garage. I just didn't think that Jack would head out before it stopped snowing and if anything it was snowing harder than ever.

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