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Saturday, April 25, 1942

Densely forested, the ten-acre thicket called Going Wood had grown without the taint of human industry. Alders, spruce and firs arose from the woods, and beneath their trunks crouched thick undergrowth. Raspberry and blackberry canes clutched at anyone attempting to enter, so few people did.

I reached Going Wood by way of an unpaved street. I pedaled my Schwinn Aerocycle past the creepy old Sizemore mansion and up the steep ridge. I stood to pedal, feeling the muscles in my thighs and buttocks contracting to push my bike to the top. A hot sexual urge rippled through my crotch as I fantasized that my thighs were becoming like the powerful thighs of the Boy Wonder. Robin’s bare legs and tiny shorts always excited me, but this time I also had anticipation.

When I dismounted, I leaned my bike against the yellow-blossomed Scotch broom, carefully extracted the two comic books from my carrier and bent low under the vines. Invisible from the road stretched a narrow path, well worn, but navigable only on hands and knees. I crawled down the narrow tunnel through the growth until I reached the wooden shack in the center of Going Wood.

The shack was tin roofed, tight enough to keep out bugs and rodents, secure against the elements and floored with smooth planks. Over the door, red painted letters proclaimed THE ROBIN CLUB. Along the side came the warning: NO GIRLS ALLOWED.

“What’s the password,” a masculine voice demanded as I neared the door.

“Dick Grayson,” I whispered.

“Boy Wonder,” came the secret reply. I opened the door and stepped into the semidarkness where Calvin, Oliver, Maynard and Merrill were waiting. The boys were wearing only their white undershorts, which conformed to the Robin Club’s dress code.

“Were they in yet, Archie?” Merrill asked.

Grinning, I displayed the latest issues of Detective Comics and World’s Finest. “Buster’s Newsstand had these two. The latest Batman hasn’t arrived yet.” I handed the comics to Calvin while I slipped out of my shoes. I dropped my pants and tossed them into a corner, along with my socks and shirt. Like the rest of the boys, I was wearing the new jockey shorts from Cooper’s Underwear Company of Kenosha, Wisconsin. Cooper’s had revolutionized underwear fashion just eight years earlier when they introduced their jockey shorts.

Calvin passed World’s Finest to Maynard. Merrill crowded close to Calvin, as shoulder to shoulder and cheek to cheek they studied Detective Comics. Maynard shared his World’s Finest with Oliver. That arrangement was not intended to squeeze me out. I slipped in between Maynard and Calvin. We read both issues cover to cover before we settled on the pictures we liked best.

Our dicks swelled in our underwear as we read. I could feel the sexual heat of the two boys pressing against me. Maynard’s firm ass was tight against my buttock, and Calvin’s thigh was plastered to mine. I rubbed my throbbing dick through the soft white cotton. Looking across, Merrill’s eyes followed the movement of my hand. His hand slipped into the waistband of his jockey shorts.

“I like this one best,” Oliver proclaimed, pointing toward a drawing of the Boy Wonder crashing down on a criminal’s back. Robin’s strong thighs were wrapped around the hoodlum’s neck, and his legless shorts looked more abbreviated than ever. His fleshy thighs swelled with muscles as he overpowered his victim.

“Nice,” I said. My voice was husky. As I studied the comic panel, my cock grew even harder.

“Good choice,” Calvin said. “Let’s jerk off to that one.”

“Merrill is already doing it,” I said.

“Yeah, and what’s your hand doing, Archie?” Merrill scoffed good-naturedly.

“I’m like ‘the laughing, fighting young daredevil who scoffs at danger like the legendary Robin Hood whose name and spirit he has adopted,’” I quoted, pulling off my underwear. My cock bobbed free. I ground my naked butt against Calvin’s ass and spit into my hand.

My fist slid up and down my shaft, wringing my foreskin with every stroke. I rose onto one buttcheek and stroked my ass with my left hand while my right pounded my dick. Calvin rubbed his ass against my back as he beat his meat. He rose, pushed back his ass and wiggled against my arm. I felt his firm buttocks with the deep cleft in between.

Maynard kissed Calvin on the lips. Calvin continued rubbing his ass against me even as his tongue pressed into Maynard’s mouth. Oliver jumped to his feet and rubbed his erection against the cleft of Maynard’s ass, while Merrill approached me. I kept my eyes focused on the drawing of the Boy Wonder, which was spread on the floor, until Merrill stepped in front of me and blocked my view. His cock hovered directly before my face.

“Please, Archie,” Merrill pleaded. “You know what I need.” Merrill knew where my talents lay—my friends all knew.

Merrill’s cock was thick. Its head was circumcised, widening from the thick shaft into a broad lid, like the cap of a mushroom. Its bulk increased down its shaft, growing in mass at its base. Merrill’s dick was neither as long as Oliver’s nor as huge as Calvin’s. But it was thick, and it was the prettiest, except for my cock, which was a beauty.

Pushing forward, I kissed Merrill’s dickhead. I kissed the tip and kissed around it. I took it into my mouth and massaged the tip with my lips. I sucked his pecker deep into my mouth, and it was good. As his thick cock filled my mouth, I fucked him with my tongue. Yes, I received intense pleasure from that shaft of man-meat in my mouth, but a greater pleasure came from knowing that I was giving him pleasure. I bent all my will into forcing his ejaculation. And as I sucked Merrill, I closed my eyes and imagined that I was Robin, the Boy Wonder, blowing the dick of that almost legendary figure, the cowled shadow of the Batman.

Merrill began grinding his hips. Curious, I opened my eyes briefly and pulled my mouth off Merrill’s dick. Oliver was pressed tight against Merrill’s back and dry humping him while I sucked his dick—Oliver’s hot hands were stroking Merrill’s chest as he rubbed his cock against Merrill’s buttocks.

I sucked Merrill’s cock harder and faster. I made my lips a bruising machine that bumped and pounded his prickhead. Reaching around Merrill, I cupped Oliver’s ass. Oliver’s ass was quivering from the hot lances of ecstasy coursing through his groin. Oliver was shooting his semen into Merrill’s asscrack and up his back, while I tortured Merrill’s dick with pleasure. I could feel Merrill’s dick vibrating, and I knew that he was going to shoot. His body was responding to the cum bath Oliver was giving him, and he could not hold out. I delighted in giving him no moment of peace. I ground his dick with my lips while it throbbed in my mouth and swelled harder.

Calvin had been rubbing his ass against me while I sucked Merrill, but as Merrill shuddered in orgasm, Calvin pulled away. I opened my eyes again and saw Calvin was standing, bent forward, and jutting his rump to receive Maynard’s cock. Maynard slicked his dick with spittle and pushed it against Calvin’s asshole.

Merrill’s cock bucked hard in my mouth, and I tasted hot spunk. Merrill was coming enthusiastically. I swallowed the blasts that hit my throat, taking it down easily. I wished I could tell Merrill how yummy his dick tasted, but I was too busy drinking his jism. He moaned as he came, and he only quieted as his ejaculations ceased. I pulled my head back and rested with his dickhead softly caressing my lips.

He oozed but a single drop. I had virtually drained him. I thought about his semen in my stomach, and the picture gave me a warm feeling. I loved having something of my friend inside of me. “Thank you, Batman,” I said, which made Merrill laugh. Then we turned to watch as Maynard’s dick slid deep into Calvin’s rectum, pulled back to his asshole and drove home again.

“Oh, that’s so good,” Calvin was moaning. “I love your big cock. Fill my ass, Maynard. Shoot your cum into me.”

“Why don’t you fuck me that way, Archie?” Merrill suggested.

Before I could respond, Oliver pushed ahead of him. “Not this time, Merrill. I’m gonna suck Archie’s dick, just like he sucked yours.”

As Oliver dropped to his knees, I felt a euphoria that intensified when he kissed my dick. As a seductive weakness claimed me, my eyes drifted shut. Oliver’s Boy Wonder mouth kneaded my cock’s head, sending ripples through my entire body. “Oh, Oliver,” I mouthed.

“I’m going to make you come, Archie,” Oliver said withdrawing his mouth briefly from my cock. “I’m going to swallow your jism, and you’ll be a part of me forever.”

“I’m yours, Oliver,” I whispered. “Oh, my cock is yours.”

Oliver licked down my shaft and kissed my balls before he began toiling on my dickhead. He massaged the tip of my cock with lips that drove like the Batmobile, and when his tongue caressed my cock, I thought I’d die of the breathtaking thrill. I hovered on the periphery of rapture, unable to budge, hardly able to breathe, yet my cock was hard near to splitting and it leaked thin streams of precum into Oliver’s mouth.

Oliver took my whole cock then, swallowing it into his throat. I nearly reeled as the sensation overwhelmed me. His throat was a tight, moist thing that encased my cock and drew me into the vortex of absolute orgasm.

“Uh,” I moaned, unable to form coherent sentences. “Ah,” I gasped, hardly drawing breath as billows of staggering pleasure swept through my loins. If I’d wanted to resist, I would’ve been powerless. My cock was tingling, and it got the heavy feeling that alerts me when I’m about to blast.

“Oh, ah,” I whimpered as the orgasmic waves deepened, and a tidal wave of pleasure caught me. My eyes squeezed shut as the wild surges washed over me, and I drowned in a gushing undertow of consciousness. The potent muscles at the base of my penis contracted tighter than they had ever constricted during masturbation, and I savored the prodigious spurt of jism springing forth from my cockhole and chugging down Oliver’s throat.

“Oh, that’s so good,” I moaned. “I’m coming so heavy.” Waves of rapture rolled on and each arrived with an intense ejaculation of my life’s spunk. I kept coming and coming, wet, sticky spurts issuing from my dick. The muscles below my penis contracted time after time with blasts of spunk that filled Oliver’s mouth. I heard him gulping my semen down. I shot big squirts into his throat until my orgasm and contractions stilled.

After we had ejaculated, and some of us had cum in our stomachs and others in our rectums, we pulled on our jockey shorts again and reread the adventures of Batman and the Boy Wonder. Finally, Maynard spoke: “I wrote to my Uncle Bob.” He was referring to Senator Robert Rice Reynolds.

“You heard back yet?” Calvin asked. Maynard had just thrown a soaking wet blanket over our joys and desires.

“No,” he said. “Not yet.”

“I’ve been thinking about the signal corps,” Merrill added. “I know my way around a radio.”

“Merrill’s been teaching me about radio,” Oliver informed us. “And I’ve been showing him everything I know about photography.”

“Yeah,” I said bitterly. A horrible pit of darkness and terror had opened before me. We were all eighteen, two months from our high school graduation, and the armed forces were conscripting indifferently. You had to be blind, crippled or crazy to get out of the draft, and the deferment wasn’t all that certain for the crazy. Unlike my friends, I knew nothing about radios and little about photography, and I had no powerful relatives in Washington.

“We aren’t exactly soldier material,” Oliver said. “Do they draft homosexuals?”

A numbed silence fell; Oliver had employed the dreaded word, the soubriquet we never used. We were outsiders, considered strange by our classmates. We knew that we were homosexuals, but we never labeled ourselves with that fearsome appellation. The sound of the word homosexual conjured up images of persecution that we didn’t want to confront. We called ourselves after the laughing Boy Wonder, who wore a slinky costume, and was deeply loved by Bruce Wayne. Our high school principal had once referred to us as “lone wolves,” obviously intended as a euphemism for something unstated, when we got sent to the office for sneaking copies of World’s Best Comics, which became World’s Finest in the second issue, into class. That issue of World’s Best featured a story in which Batman and Robin unmask a witch who turns out to be a man dressed in women’s clothing. That impersonation, more than the comic itself, caused our history teacher to deliver us into the hands of the principal.

“Don’t they put homosexuals in the stockade?”

“No, they stick us in front of the troops they want to protect.”

“The army would use us for cannon fodder,” I agreed at length. “Government-issue human sacrifices.”

“At ease, boys,” Merrill offered. “We haven’t been conscripted yet. We’ll find a way out of it.”

Monday, December 29, 1941

We built the shack back in 1939, when the five of us were just turning sixteen. Then it had seemed important to keep the girls out, and truth to tell, we still felt that way. While our classmates were forming relationships, we had never developed any significant interest in the female of the species.

Of course, our club did not begin as it later became. Since we were outcasts among our peers, we gravitated together. We discovered Going Wood, constructed our clubhouse and used it as an escape from our classmates, parents, teachers and other bullies. We played with ham radio and photography, shot marbles, read pulps and studied newspapers. Even at a tender age, we were aware that the war in Europe could affect our lives. Our first stunning blow arrived on October 16, 1940, with the passage of the conscription bill. The implications of the United States’ first peacetime conscription were not lost on us.

To avoid thinking about the horrible realities, we retreated into comic books. We had discovered Batman with the December 1939 copy of Detective Comics and managed to trade the gems of our marbles collection for the previous seven issues, going back to the introduction of Batman in the May issue. In our clubhouse, we had multiple copies of every Batman story printed in Detective Comics, Batman, World’s Finest Comics, and the single issues of World’s Best Comics and the 1940 New York World’s Fair Comics.

Our friendship transformed with the publication of the April 1940 Detective Comics, which introduced Robin, the Boy Wonder. We read the comic together, and ended up jerking off as a group for the first time. We continued jerking off as we established our clubhouse dress code during the next year. Some time elapsed before we began jacking each other’s dicks.

Shortly after the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, we fully crossed the line. Actually, I made the initial discovery. We had been engaged in our customary circle jerk when Calvin suddenly rose to his feet. Maynard had been stroking Calvin’s hard cock, and it was getting ready to blast. I left off playing with Oliver’s dick when Calvin abruptly turned so that his jutting erection approached so close that my eyes crossed.

Calvin’s thick cock was leaking a thin stream of fluid. I was on my knees before I knew it. Calvin’s cock jutted before me. Without thought, I kissed it. The leaking cum wet my lips. I touched my tongue to the dripping hole in Calvin’s dick and shuddered with delight. His semen was delicious. It dribbled down my chin as I kissed the head of his cock. The head passed over my lips, entered my mouth and poured its juices onto my tongue. My own cock was fully hard, stiff even to bursting.

Meanwhile, Oliver, Maynard and Merrill had circled behind me and were rubbing their own cocks over my shoulders. As they masturbated, they decorated me with their jism. Far from humiliating me, the wet cum dripping onto my skin made me feel incredibly sexy. My cock leaked my fluid as the spunk ran in rivulets down my chest and my back. A warm, wet stream slowly meandered into the crack of my ass, leaving a sticky trail until it dripped from my tight balls. My arousal lent impetus to my taste for Calvin’s cock. I worried it with my lips and tongue until the thick fullness in my mouth grew into the most wonderful experience of my life. I grabbed my cock, wet with my own precum and the dribbling spunk, and began jacking off as I received my first cock deeper into my mouth.

I had no fear that I would choke. I knew that I could take it into my throat. Calvin’s leaking stream had been running a steady rivulet down my gullet, so the path was slicked for deep passage. Suddenly, I was deep-throating his cock. While I sucked, I masturbated faster. I had never felt so proud of myself, pleased with my natural talent to make a cock come in my mouth, smug that my mouth would please. For his part, Calvin shuddered and a tremendous burst of semen slid down my throat. More and more followed down into my stomach. I swallowed until he was drained.

Meanwhile, I was receiving a shower of cum. Oliver and Merrill had been jerking off along with me, for they started decorating me with thick squirts. Cum splashed over my neck and into my hair while more warm spunk ran down my back. I felt big splats hitting my ass, a virtual river of semen running down my crack. The cum was luxurious, a gay jubilance that clung to my skin. The warm goop made me feel special somehow, and I loved having it on me and in me at the same time. The upturn of my lips was embellished with Calvin’s sticky flow; my chum’s cock had put a smile on my face: a big, wet, cum-mouth smile, and I wanted to drown in a sea of spunk.

I was still jerking off. My friends’ cum made a great lubricant that stimulated my cock all the way to the center. My balls were dripping heavier as more goop washed over me; Oliver was shooting directly onto my asshole. My cock grew heavier. I squeezed it with all the strength of my hand and jacked it hard until I passed the point of no return. Tremendous tingles rippled through the head of my dick as I thumbed it just there.

“Blow me, too,” Maynard begged. For an answer, I grinned lewdly at him.

Maynard’s dick slipped into my mouth as my orgasm increased, and I tortured it with my lips and tongue as the spasms rushed up my cock. My orgasm was so intense that I could hardly touch my own dick, yet contradictorily, I could not refrain from abusing my dickhead with my thumb. I was seized with a contraction that spurted my cum onto Maynard’s legs. I kept sucking wildly as the contractions continued. The intense ripples of pleasure did not quickly diminish, but lasted longer than any orgasm I ever had. My muscles contracted and I shot hard salvos of spunk, even as Maynard unloaded onto my face. His cum covered my face, and I was nearly blinded, but the next squirt spurted into my mouth. I sucked on his dickhead as Maynard exploded pungent juices down my throat. I swallowed and swallowed, hardly able to keep ahead of the mouthfuls I was receiving. Meanwhile, I shuddered in the throes of orgasm and unloaded my own balls.

Exhausted, I fell onto my ass on the hardwood floor of our clubhouse. I was drenched with cum and full of cum. I smirked at my friends. I had never been drunk, but I imagined that the sensation of drunkenness was akin to the euphoria I was feeling. What is more, my friends recognized that I was in a state of intoxication.

“I’ve gotta try that,” Oliver proclaimed. “I want to suck a dick too.”

“Oh, I’m drained,” Maynard moaned.

“We all want to try it,” Merrill said. “We just gotta recover a bit.”

“Does that make us sex deviates?” Calvin asked.

Maynard pointed to the open comic book on the floor. “It makes us Boy Wonders. We’re the Robin Club.”

Friday Evening, May 8, 1942

Raptures exploding in my groin, I dangle on a thin rope while Batman humps my Robin ass. Hurtling from the tip of a towering skyscraper, we swing over Gotham City. Batman’s legs grip my bare ones. The Dark Knight tweaks my nipples and pounds my ass. Landing on the sidewalk at last, I slump over a fire hydrant. As I sprawl, upended, Batman’s cock dives again into my ass, bursting into gallons of hot spunk as it enters. His orgasm triggers my own, and wet jets of semen fly from my cock.

“What are you daydreaming about, Archie?” Merrill asked, entering our clubhouse.

I didn’t answer. I pulled Merrill’s shirt over his head before he knew what was happening. I slid my hands down his body, gliding over his chest and tweaking his nipples. As I stroked him, his cock twitched eagerly within his jeans. I unhooked his belt, unfastened his pants and pulled down his zipper. His cock tented the front of his jockey shorts, but despite my strange daydream, my fascination took a different turn. My hands explored his tight rounded buns; Merrill mewed like a kitten when my fingers found his crack.

I stripped off the rest of his clothes. His dick and grapefruit buttocks popped into view. I caressed his hard, bare buns, dipped my finger into a jar of Vaseline and slid my finger into his ass. Merrill moaned loudly, so I pushed my finger in deeper and twisted.

“Oh, yeah,” Merrill groaned. “Fuck my ass.” Merrill’s emphasis on the word fuck excited me.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight,” I promised, massaging his prostate. I pulled out my single finger and inserted two. His little hole was opening nicely to my touch. I twisted my fingers, pressed his prostate and dilated his hole until he was begging for my cock.

“Oh, yeah, stick it in me,” Merrill wailed. “Fuck me. Ream me. Take me like a bitch.”

Oliver entered just as I positioned the head of my cock against Merrill’s asshole. “Why aren’t you guys demanding the password tonight?” Oliver complained. He stopped talking when he saw what I was doing to Merrill.

My dick was so hard that I thought it would split. I couldn’t waste time conversing with Oliver, so I slid my cock into Merrill’s crack. Oliver stood stock-still, unable even to undress to his jockey shorts as our club’s rules required.

Merrill must have been grinning lewdly at Oliver because Oliver suddenly laughed. Once his surprise was over, Oliver started to pull off his clothes. I pressed my cockhead into Merrill’s slick hole. He sighed deeply as he felt my cock. He knew that he was about to get it, and he was ready.

“Stick it in, Archie,” Merrill urged. “Stick your butt-fucking cock up my deviant ass.”

“Don’t call yourself a deviant,” Oliver urged. “The five of us are not deviants, in spite of what the army psychiatrists say.”

At those words, Merrill’s asshole opened easily. He didn’t resist for a second. “Oh,” he moaned. “Oh—oh.”

“Does it hurt?”

“It’s nice. Push it in, Archie. I want it.”

Calvin arrived then. Oliver was so absorbed in watching me penetrate Merrill that he forgot to demand the password.

“What’s the matter with you fellows?” Calvin demanded. Then he too stopped cold.

Gripping Merrill’s shoulders, I pushed my cock into his ass and didn’t stop until there wasn’t any more to push in. Merrill was sweating, but whether from pain, or fear, or joy, I couldn’t tell.

“Oh, Archie, I’m so full. I’m full of cock. Oh, you big ass-fucker, you’ve got your whole cock up my ass. Oh, yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck my ass.”

I tried to stop Merrill’s mouth as I pulled my cock back and slid it in again. I started humping Merrill’s tight hole. His ass fit close around my cock, and I was surprised at how grainy it was. It rubbed my dick with coarse friction. I had never felt anything like Merrill’s fuckhole. Beating off was never so good.

“Oh, Archie. Oh, Archie,” Merrill groaned loudly. “That’s so good. Yeah. Fuck me hard, Archie. Treat me like a dog. Ream me like a mutt.”

My heart thundering, I slammed my dick home, harder and harder, as Merrill begged for more.

Calvin was staring gape-mouthed. That ended when Oliver fed his dickhead into Calvin’s mouth.

“Suck on this, Calvin.” Oliver ordered. “Suck me off.”

Calvin’s head started bobbing up and down on Oliver’s cock while I humped Merrill hard and fast. Merrill squeezed my cock with his asshole. I couldn’t believe that he could pinch down so hard. He was bringing me off fast, and I couldn’t slow down. I wanted to make it last, but I had to ejaculate.

“Ah, Merrill. I’m gonna come in your ass,” I whispered hoarsely. “Oh, Merrill, I’m gonna shoot you full of spunk. Uh. Uh. This is it, Merrill.”

Waves of pleasure vibrated up my dick. The overwhelming thrills filled my midsection as the powerful orgasm carried me on its swells. I felt the first muscular contraction as I shot a big wet spurt into Merrill’s rectum. I shot burst after burst of hot cum into his bowels.

Merrill never stopped milking me off while I shot. He pinched my dick with his asshole until I thought that he’d wring my cock off. I let him milk me dry. When I pulled my dick out of his ass, we collapsed onto the floor and watched as Oliver howled with pleasure as he shot his own semen down Calvin’s eager throat.

That’s when Maynard burst through the door, gripping a letter in his hand. “Calvin, we’re in,” he shouted. “My uncle fixed it. You and I will be exempt from the draft. We’re going to be planning battles instead of fighting them. We’re joining the War Department.”

Tuesday Morning, June 9, 1942

“We’re high school graduates,” Calvin said. “We can conjugate Latin verbs. Work problems in trigonometry. Recite Beowulf in Anglo-Saxon.”

“What about the draft?” Calvin asked. “Maynard and I are safe, but what about you boys?”

“Oliver and I have enlisted in the army,” Merrill proclaimed. “They liked our radio knowledge and put us into the signal corps. That’s not dangerous. We’ll be radio operators and maybe do some photography.”

“How about you, Archie?”

“I’d like to suck a big cock,” I said. Calvin, Oliver, Merrill, and Maynard exchanged glances, their faces furrowed with worry for me. I alone was facing conscription.

“Sure, Archie,” Maynard said. “We’ll all suck.”

We pulled off our jockey shorts and lay in a circle. I grabbed Calvin’s cock and licked the head.

“Blow me like a good boy,” Calvin murmured before his lips closed around Oliver’s dick. I felt Merrill’s mouth on my dick. He mouthed the head of my cock, worrying my glans until I was hovering on the verge of ejaculation.

I kissed Calvin’s big cock, tickling the head with my tongue and licking down the sides of the tall shaft. I kissed and tongued the dickhead until I had him quivering. I licked him close to orgasm without taking him over the edge.

When I knew I had Calvin ready to do anything for release, I made my mouth a hot wet cave for his cock. I sucked his cockhead, attacking the rim furiously with my lips, letting it swell my cheek and occasionally fill my throat.

So great was our need that our group blow job lasted fewer than five minutes. I could feel Calvin’s muscles contracting as the waves of orgasm rolled over him, followed by uncontrollable spasms. At the same time, the powerful muscles at the base of my cock contracted and sent a spurt of cum into Merrill’s mouth. Calvin’s wild contractions blasted big squirts that filled my mouth, and I had to gulp them down or lose them. He was coming so heavily that some jism was running freely down my chin though I swallowed as fast as I could.

My cock continued to squirt. I was filling Merrill’s mouth as much as Calvin was unloading in mine. At length, we stopped erupting, but we did not pull apart until everyone’s dick had calmed. We gently skimmed our friends’ cocks clean with our lips before we pulled our faces away and, drained and filled, we sprawled naked on the floor.

A warm, good feeling washed over me. I saw that the other guys were looking at me expectantly. “Hey, Boy Wonder,” Calvin finally said. “You have cum on your face.”

I grinned, not attempting to wipe my face before spilling my big secret: “I enlisted in the navy,” I admitted. “I leave in two days.”

Wednesday Night, October 31, 1945—Halloween

The tires were gone from my old Schwinn Aerocycle; doubtless, the rubber had been recycled into the war effort. I walked up the ridge, limping only slightly, not nearly as badly as I had hobbled across the deck of the carrier to meet General Douglas MacArthur.

As I gimped up the road, I saw costumed children running door-to-door shouting “Trick or treat.” As had my friends and I, the kids fearfully scurried past the sinister Sizemore mansion. I felt hideously old, though I was not quite twenty-two. I reached Going Wood and found the path. The way in was wilder than I remembered, but I found the clubhouse. It was undisturbed, exactly as I remembered it. I called out, but I was the first arrival.

The inside of the cabin had been swept at intervals. The walls were the same except for the addition of that picture clipped from Life Magazine. I winced to see it. My leg hurt worse just from the thought of what I’d done. Turning my mind from the Life photo article, I began examining our comics collection. They were all there, just as they had been, every Batman story. What is more, someone had kept the collection up to date. Every issue was there up to the most recent ones.

Then I heard footsteps outside our clubhouse. “What’s the password?” I called.

“Dick Grayson,” Maynard whispered. I recognized his voice, though it had matured. It had a more sophisticated, man-of-the-world tone.

“Boy Wonder,” I responded, and Maynard entered. Calvin, Oliver and Merrill followed hard on his heels.

“The conquering hero,” Calvin said, pointing at me. “Uh, but there’s a problem.”

“Huh?” I said.

“You’re violating the rules.” He pointed toward my pants.

“Are we still kids?” I asked, but I sat down in a chair and started removing my shoes and socks. The other guys were stripping to their underwear as well. I unfastened my pants and let them drop as I rose. Then I pulled them over my feet.

Surreptitious glances took in the scars on my leg where the bone had ripped through the skin and the ugly patches where the burning gasoline had splattered me.

“It’s been a long time,” Merrill said.

“Not that long,” Calvin corrected. “Let’s go all out, boys.” He patted Maynard’s ass.

“Uh, Calvin, I like it when you do that,” Maynard purred. “Do you want to shaft me?”

“Yeah,” Calvin surrendered. “How about I give it to you while Archie fucks me?”

“Sure,” I said, eager to change the subject from my war experiences. “We’ll play choo-choo.”

We dropped to our knees. Without my asking, Merrill assisted me down on my bum leg. Maynard squirmed to the front of our train and stuck out his butt doggie-style. After dipping into the Vaseline, Calvin mounted Maynard, pushed in his dick partway, and projected his rear for me. As I received the jar of petroleum jelly, my cock bumped Calvin’s butt. Merrill positioned himself directly behind me. I passed back the jar.

“I gotta be the caboose?” Oliver griped, but his dick arced into Merrill’s crack.

“Push, Archie,” Calvin urged. “Push your cock into my ass.”

I drove my hips forward. My leg stopped hurting as my cock slid into Calvin’s rectum. His asshole opened easily. I lurched forward until I had driven my cock to the hilt in Calvin’s ass. My loins pressed against his round buttocks. Calvin sucked in a long breath as I filled him. He released the air with a satisfied sigh. “Oh, Archie, your big cock is in me.”

Merrill’s cock was opening my asshole. When I pushed my hips back, I felt a tremendous pressure in my ass. I humped forward into Calvin and then humped back to impale my asshole on Merrill’s cock. I felt the familiar fullness and the delicious sensation in my asshole.

“Does this hurt your leg, Archie?” Merrill asked.

“No,” I said. “Do me like Batman screws the Boy Wonder.” Merrill’s cockhead hit my prostate and sent shivers of pleasure through me. He pulled back, impaling himself on Oliver’s dick. Then he rocked forward, humping me just as my ass was getting into a regular rhythm of fucking Calvin. I rocked back to thrust again. Merrill’s cock bored deep until his loins slammed against my asscheeks. As we developed a rhythm, the sensation became wildly rewarding.

Merrill pulled back, paused for an eternity of sexual shock, and plunged forward. The stroke sunk deep. My dick throbbed with an ecstasy of tingles. I thought it would burst in Calvin’s ass as I reared back to meet Merrill’s lunges. We plunged faster back and forth, and I tightened my asshole around Merrill’s cock to milk him off, even as Calvin’s asshole gripped my tormented dick.

“Oh, Merrill,” I moaned. Merrill’s dick was massaging my prostate at the same time Calvin’s asshole was stroking my dick.

My cock stiffened even harder in Calvin’s asshole. As Merrill’s bucking dick fucked my ass, ripples of intense pleasure coursed through me. I worked Merrill’s dick with my derrière. Oliver fucked Merrill’s ass as unrelentingly as Merrill fucked me.

“That’s so good,” Oliver chanted, his voice rising to a roar. “My cock is sizzling.”

“Oh, Archie, I love banging your buttcheeks,” Merrill gasped.

Calvin’s big cock was pulling in and out of Maynard’s pleasure hole, each thrust sending shivers of ecstasy up his ass. Maynard howled with rising tones of rapture. “Ah, it’s getting good, Calvin. It’s getting really good.”

“Yeah, Oliver,” Merrill shouted. “Come in my ass.”

My dick was tingling and bucking, heavy with rising semen. “I’m gonna blow spunk into you, Calvin.”

Oliver bellowed mindlessly. “Oh, it’s so good, Merrill. Your ass is making me come. I’m going to shoot wads.”

“Shoot me full, Oliver,” Merrill kept yelling, banging me harder as he received his load.

I squeezed Merrill’s cock as hard as I could. I worked him with my asshole until he was screaming and thrusting like a maniac. An agony of pleasure rippled through my cock’s head, made more delicious by the pounding fullness in my ass.

“Don’t slow down, boys” I shouted, not knowing to whom I spoke. “This is it. I’m going to squirt.”

“Ah!” Calvin shrieked. “Oh, I’m coming so heavy!”

My cock started erupting, and bursts of jism spurted. “Oh, yeah, Calvin. That’s good,” I wailed as the ultimate drops oozed from my tortured cock.

We collapsed in a heap, gasping. Our hearts thundered as we undulated over slippery bodies, washing each other carefully with soap and water. However, we did not play long for we had unfinished business. The night would not be complete until Maynard had fucked Oliver’s ass.

Oliver stretched out on his back and pulled up his legs, his asshole open for our inspection.

“Pass the Vaseline, Calvin,” Maynard urged. He applied the petroleum jelly to Oliver’s hole and carefully pushed it in. Oliver grunted with pleasure.

We watched with glee as Maynard crawled aboard Oliver’s body and positioned his cockhead against Oliver’s ready asshole. Oliver panted as Maynard entered him.

Watching Oliver get bat-fucked in the ass was fun. As I sat with a sorely milked dick and an asshole stretched from the pounding I’d taken, I watched Maynard’s big bottom hammering his cock in Oliver’s horny hole. I rubbed my sore cock. I was temporarily out of semen, but I still jacked my cock as I watched my friends fucking.

Maynard fucked Oliver madly. The rest of us smiled at Maynard’s pumping buttocks and rubbed our tingling cocks. As his butt rose and thrust, Maynard’s face was a mask of happy agony as his dick went off in Oliver’s ass.

“Ah, I’m coming, Oliver,” Maynard yelled. “I’m spouting in your ass, Boy Wonder.”

Without warning, I erupted into orgasm. Since I had nothing left to shoot, the spasms came hard and dry, but they were no less pleasing.

“Archie got off again,” Calvin shouted. “Archie is the Boy Wonder of the night.”

Later we ate sandwiches and drank soda pop. Calvin and Maynard had trick-or-treated some candy, so we ate that too while the fellows talked about their war experiences.

“Oliver and I spent the war in Detroit,” Merrill said. “What we did was important. We were running the North American Net. We were the heart of the Signal Corps.”

“What Calvin and I did was important too,” Maynard said. He wasn’t trying to boast. The shadow of that horrible photo article in Life virtually hung over the room. “Maybe we never got out of Washington, but we had lunch with Roosevelt. We transmitted orders to Eisenhower.”

“I didn’t do anything of great importance,” I said. “I was pretty safe on the ship. Warm food and dry clothes. Not like the guys slogging through the jungle with bullets ripping chunks out of them. Or the guys in France and Germany with frostbitten feet.”

“Yeah, you had it made, Archie,” Oliver said. Then his voice turned somber. “Until November 5, 1944.” He pointed toward the article from Life. “We read about it. We were proud of you, Archie.”

“What battles were you in?” Calvin asked.

“Please, guys,” I pleaded. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“We’re your best friends. More than that. Think about what we just did. You have my cum in your ass.”

“I had Bill Jefferson’s semen in my ass when I pulled him out of the fire,” I admitted.

“You saw a lot of action?”

“Oh, yeah. All those lonely, sex-starved boys on the Lexington II. We had a shipboard suck and fuck fest.”

“There was the Battle of the Philippine Sea,” Calvin said. “You were in that?”

“Yeah. I was in that one. Also the Battle of the Sea of Sibuyan and the Battle of Cape Engano when we sunk the Chitose, Zuikaku and Zuiho.”

“But it was in the Philippines where the kamikaze got you. You pulled three men out of the fire. You ran through burning aviation fuel on a broken leg.”

“General MacArthur pinned a medal on me for that,” I said. “I was only rescuing guys I’d fucked. And sucked. I must’ve been nuts.”

“Yeah, you’re crazy,” Calvin said. He pushed his face close to mine and kissed my lips as if he meant it. And his lips told me that he did mean it. Then Maynard kissed me. And Oliver. And finally Merrill. As our lips pressed, I knew that we were still outsiders; deviants, perhaps. But we were comrades for life—just like Batman, and Robin, the gay Boy Wonder.