Date: Mon, 09 Jun 2003 15:19:17 -0400
From: Scott Westwood <westwoodscotty@hotmail.com>
Subject: Road Less Traveled - Chapter 2

WARNING:
This story contains sexual acts between boys. If this is not to your tastes,
and/or is illegal in your area please do not read any further.  The full
warning/disclaimer/copyright notice is included at the beginning of Chapter 1.

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The Road Less Traveled
(True, BB, B/b. bb, spanking, oral, cbt, bd, sm, initiation)
Chapter 2- The Secret Club

So there was Ricky, ready, willing and obviously eager to start his
initiation.  He was wearing a clean white T-shirt, cut-off blue jeans, socks
and sneakers.  It was the perfect outfit for the little red-haired, roguish
imp.

Skippy grabbed him by the arm, pulled him inside the trailer and locked the
door behind him.  I was seated on the floor, with three candles sitting in
front of me.  Two were lit. I stared at Ricky, and looked as serious as I
could as I directed him to sit down.  He hopped over and sat down in front
of me.  Skippy remained standing by the door with his arms crossed, trying
hard to look like a guard.

I could tell Ricky was really excited, and just a little scared.  I just
stared at him for several minutes watching him fidget.  He was dying to say
something, to ask one of his invariable million questions, but he managed to
control himself.

Now you may be curious about how Ricky was able to get out of the house that
night. So I'll get that out of the way right now.  Sometime during the next
few days, the subject came up and Ricky told us what happened.  It seems his
parents were having some friends over that evening for cards.  I think it
was Bridge.  Yea, adults played that back then.  So, when Ricky burst into
the house just before dinner, begging and pleading to be allowed out after
supper, his parents gave in fairly quickly.  My guess is that the last thing
they wanted was to have the noisy and overly inquisitive pixie running
around the house while they played cards.  Which was probably good, cause I
have no doubt Ricky would have made their evening a living hell, had he not
been allowed out.  And for Ricky, it was the beginning of some new freedoms.
  Apparently, his parents enjoyed the feeling of peace that night, because
Ricky was allowed out a lot after that.

So there we were, sitting on either side of the candles.  The lengthy pause
gave me a chance to gather my thoughts. I allowed my creative juices to take
over as I began to explain things to Ricky.  In retrospect, those creative
juices were being fueled by other juices.  But I did not understand that at
the time.  I just learned to follow those highly desirable feelings and let
the bull shit flow.  Amazingly, my bull was always readily accepted as
gospel, and just like in government, the bull quickly turned into policy.

"Richard Boyd, you have been invited here to become part of a special club.
If you are able to complete the initiation, you will be part of it for the
rest of your life, and for the rest of your life you will have the other
members as your most trusted friends.  They will be your brothers.

Before you can join, you must promise, that you will never tell anyone about
the club in any way.  You will protect that secret up until the day you die.
  If you choose, not to join, or fail the initiation, you must also promise
to keep the same secret.  So now, Richard, do you, being of sound mind (I
must have gotten that from TV), swear that you will never reveal the
existence of the club or anything about it, to anyone outside the club for
the rest of your life, NO MATTER WHAT?"

Ricky, looked completely enthralled. Making and keeping promises to your
buddies was one of those things that was very sacred to all of us young
boys.  Breaking any promise made to a friend was just not done, EVER!  And
of course, a boy who would break a promise or oath was considered to be
dishonorable. Now by some strange quirk, the same thing did not seem to be
true for promises made to adults. Those promises never seemed to be regarded
as binding by any boy who was asked to make one.  But the promises made to
your buddies? DANG, but they were sacred.

Ricky considered for a few moments. His body shook a little, the he raised
his right hand and crossed his heart and  said "I promise on my life that I
will keep the club a secret, and will never tell anyone about it.  So help
me!"

I could tell he was a very serious, a rarity for him.

I stared back at him and told him that his promise was accepted, I extended
my hand, and we shook on it.  Then I continued.

"Okay Ricky, we are now ready to begin your initiation.  Once we start, you
will be required to do whatever we say, no matter what.  And even if you
decide not to join, or go any further, you MUST complete the first part of
the initiation anyway. After that you will be allowed to leave and you will
never speak of this again, do you understand and agree?"

Ricky thought for just a second and said "YES!"

"Then let the initiation, begin!" I declared.

Skippy seemed to be enjoying things so far and was clearly excited about
what I was about to have Ricky do.  There was probably some additional
thrill, because he knew that we would also be doing the same things to each
other soon.  It was a promise we had just made to each other, in order to
save face, and feel less guilty about our initial deception.

"Guide, retrieve the Bag of Keeping."  I said dramatically.

Skippy looked at me, confused.  I moved my eyes to the old rucksack lying in
a corner by the bunk beds.  He followed my gaze, then smiled, walked across
the trailer, picked up the empty pack and stood waiting.

I stood up and glared at Ricky, "STAND UP NOW, SLIME!"

Ricky sprang to his feet. His excitement was obvious, but he looked a little
more scared. He didn't seem to know where to put his hand, and ended up
settling to let them rest at his sides.

Now the first test, I thought to myself. "Okay, take off your shirt and give
it to the guard."

Ricky only looked a little surprised. But he wasted no time, stripping off
his shirt and handing it to Skippy, who placed it in the Bag of Keeping.

My eyes took in the beauty of Ricky's bare chest.  Though he was only eight
(well almost nine), his chest was showing early signs of muscular
development and was already defined and framed by a small muscular ridge.
Obviously from the gymnastics. There was also the classic muscular
indentation that divided his chest and ran down to his cute little navel.
Like I said, he was a picture.

"Lay down on your back, and raise your arms above your head."  I demanded.

Ricky did as told and was quickly stretched out on the floor before us.  I
directed Skippy to sit on Ricky's things and I took my place on the floor,
holding Ricky's arms securely.

"The guard will now start the first of mant tests.  Guard, give him a pink
belly!"

Ricky shook a little, but stayed silent.  Skippy was clearly excited now,
and took to this first task with great enthusiasm.  Maintaining his position
with Ricky's thighs locked between his legs, he leaned forward and started
slapping Ricky's tight tummy.

Ricky took it like a trooper. He remained calm and still for the first few
minutes.  However, as his belly began to show signs of bright pink, and
Skippy increased both his pace and the force of his blows, Ricky started to
squirm and moan.  And the more he squirmed the faster and harder Skippy
slapped.  By the time his stomach was bright pink all over, he was sweating
hard and bucking like a little bronco.  He did not ask for it to stop
however.

Finally, I told Skippy it was enough.  Needless to say, Skippy and I were
totally boned by this time.  I detected a slight rise in Ricky's shorts as
well, but he did not appear to be as hard as us.

We climbed off of Ricky's arms and legs and allowed him to catch his breath.
  Then I commanded him to stand.  I told him not to worry, because he had
only just begun his initiation.  Standing there with a bright pink tummy,
all shinny with a light sweat, and breathing deeply, Ricky looked back at me
and gave my one of his little roguish smiles.  Then he waited.  He showed no
fear and appeared even more excited then before.

I looked at him and said, "Take off your socks and shoes and give them to
the guard."

Ricky immediately bent down, untied the laces on his sneaks and pulled them
off.  His socks followed quickly and all were soon tucked away in the bag.

I ordered him to once again lay down on the floor on his back, with arms
over head.  This time I had Skippy hold his arms while I sat on his legs.
As soon as I was seated on Ricky's lower legs, with my back to him, I
reached over to a shelf under the sink, pulled out a feather, and proceed to
tickle the bottom of his feet.

Ricky's jerked violently and started laughing hysterically. He was obviously
very ticklish and I continued to take full advantage of it.  It didn't take
long for Ricky to be in tears.  He was thrashing wildly and laughing hard.
After about 15 minutes, barely able to catch his breath and sweating like
mad, he started to whimper.  I turned around and started moving the tip of
the feather across his pink tummy.  I thought Skippy and I were gonna be
tossed in the air. We some how managed to keep Ricky under control as I
expanded my efforts to include his chest, sides and underarms.  I kept it up
for another 15 minutes.  When I was through, I simply stood up and returned
the feather to the shelf.

I had Skippy release Ricky's arms and stand up as well.  The two of us stood
there, looking down at the panting, teary eyed little guy.  I waited for
Ricky to start breathing normally, then I motioned for him to stand.

Then I turned to Skippy and said, "Get the Bag of Keeping."  Skippy picked
up the bag and held it open as I looked at Ricky.

"You must now prove your worthiness by correctly guessing what your next
order is and doing it.  If you guess correctly we will move on.  If you are
wrong, we will continue with the tickle torture."

Ricky looked at me then at Skippy and then at the floor.  He looked more
nervous then before.  After a few moments of thought, he looked my in the
eye with those big eyes of his. Looking for a clue.  I gave none.

Another moment passed Ricky finally shrugged and raised his hands to the top
of his shorts. He looked at me for confirmation.  I gave none.  He shrugged
again and then slowly pulled his shorts to his ankles, stepped out of them
and handed them to Skippy, who put them in the bag.

Ricky stood there in his tight white briefs and looked at me again, with
pleading hopeful eyes.  I did not say a thing or give any sign.  I just left
him stand there for awhile.  Ricky was looking a little unsure.  Then he
raised his hands to the waistband and slowly pulled his briefs down.  He
wasted no time stepping out of them and handing them to Skippy, who quickly
dropped them into the bag.

I took the opportunity to check out Ricky's completely naked body. He had a
really nice little prick and a nice set of balls.  I noted that both were
bigger than mine and was just a little envious.  Though his cock was not as
hard as mine, it was not entirely soft and was showing signs of rising.

Ricky looked back at me, blushing heavily.  I suspect he was beginning to
have doubts that this was what we expected him to do and was afraid we'd
start laughing at him.

I left him hang for a few moments more, then finally cracked a smile and
said, "Well done Ricky, you made the right choice, so we will proceed with
the initiation."

Ricky smiled broadly, obviously relieved.  But there was something else, he
was beaming with excitement now and I could see that his beautiful cock was
getting a lot harder by the second.

I motioned for Skippy to join me and sit down.  Then I ordered Ricky to
place his hands behind his head and turn around slowly.  He complied without
hesitation and Skippy and I sat there staring up at the beautiful body, now
on full display.  Of course, back then we weren't thinking in those exact
terms, all we knew was that we were excited by what we saw and what was
happening.

I made Ricky continue this display and even had him stick out his but and
groin a few times for our pleasure.  Then it was time to move on.

For the next hour, we had Ricky exercise in the nude while we watched.
We made him do jumping jacks, delighting in watching his bouncing penis and
balls. Then a bunch of sit-ups, pushups, deep knee bends, squat thrusts and
just about every exercise we could think of.

As the end of the hour neared, we had Ricky do something called the Grass
Drill.  He had to run in place, then when either of us said down, he would
quickly drop to the floor on his stomach, then start doing pushups.  If we
said back, he would rollover onto his back and start doing sit-ups or, if we
said, up he'd have to jump back up again and start running in place.  If we
said front while he was on his back, he had to roll back over on his tummy
and so more pushups, and so on.

Well, we tormented him with the grass drill until he looked like he was
ready to drop.  He never complained and neither did his cock, which as I
recall remained absolutely hard the entire time.

Finally we decided to stop.  We allowed Ricky to take a rest.  We watched as
he just laid there on the floor, on his back, catching his breath.  By now,
it was almost 9:00 and we heard Skippy's mom calling his name.

Ricky looked scared, but I motioned him to be quiet.

Skippy, jumped up, opened the trailer door, and stuck out his head.

"Yeah, Mom?" he shouted back.

"Come hear," she said, don't make me shout.

So Skippy stepped out of the trailer and walked across the back yard towards
his Mom.

Now, I mentioned earlier that Skippy was not the brightest bulb in the
circuit. This particular time was no exception. As Skippy approached his
mother, a peeked around the door.  Skippy still had the `Bag of Keeping' in
his hands, which of course had all of Ricky's clothes.

Since the back yard was not that big, I could hear what they were saying. I
kept my ear towards the back of Skippy's house while I motioned Ricky to
stay calm. Ricky was now leaning close behind me with his sweaty and naked
body.  He pressed very close so as to hear what was happening.  I thought he
was going to panic when we heard Skippy's Mom ask if Ricky was with us.

Skippy told her he was.  Fortunately she did not ask for a visual
confirmation.  Instead she just continued.

"Well that's nice Skippy, he's a really nice boy."  I certainly agreed and I
turned my head around to give Ricky a nasty grin and a gentle pat on the
ass.  Ricky looked like he would feint.  The Skippy's Mom continued.

"Listen Skippy, this is what's happening. Your father and I are driving into
town to meet the buss that your brothers are on and we probably won't be
home until after midnight."  That sounded great to me.

Now if there was a spirit of "naughty behavior" he must have been active
that night, because Skippy's Mom then said the most amazing thing.

"Also, Ricky's mother called to say that it was okay for Ricky to stay
longer if he wanted to.  I suggested that you guys just might want to
sleepover in the trailer and she said it would be okay as long as he was
home by supper time tomorrow.  Do you boys want to do that?"

Once again Ricky looked like he would pass out. I guess his parents were in
the middle of a really hot bridge game and were enjoying the time without
Ricky.  The fact that he could stay with us until supper the next day was a
big surprise as well.  Then again, he only lived across the street, and our
parents all knew each other so I guess it wasn't as big a deal as you might
expect.  And of course it was the summer and school was not a consideration.

Skippy glanced back to the trailer to see me peeking around the door.  I
smiled at him and nodded.  He didn't seem to know what to do or say, so I
called out, "That sounds really neat Mrs. Greyer!"  I poked Ricky and he
shouted "Yeah, it'll be fun."  I put my hand over his mouth to suppress a
giggle.

Skippy's Mom laughed and then shouted back to me. She knew Skippy and
figured she should tell me. "There are some snacks in the cupboard and
plenty of drinks in the fridge so you boys help yourselves, okay?"

I shouted back, "Thank you Ma'm!"

Call me a little shit if you like, but I had learned that adults loved it
when I called them `Sir' `Ma'm'. They thought it was SO CUTE.  Just another
confirmation that I would be a good influence on their son(s). And one that
prompted the next comment.

"Okay, Scotty" she shouted back.  "I'll call your mother and tell her you're
sleeping over."  That was really no big deal.  After all Skippy and I were
always sleeping over at each other's house's. During the summer we slept in
that trailer a lot and since our houses were so close, my mom had probably
already heard the whole exchange.  Hey, it's not that my mom didn't care or
anything.  My dad worked the nightshift at the mill most of the time, which
meant he was sleeping right now.  I was at that stage in life when I always
seemed to be bumping my elbows and knees into everything, especially when my
dad was trying to sleep.  And a boy who is `almost nine' can make a lot of
noise every time he moves. So it was a good thing for all concerned to have
me sleep over.

Skippy's mom gave him some final instructions and then closed the back door.
  He was back in the trailer in a flash, with door locked tightly behind
him.  We sat in silence for a few more minutes.  Then we heard Skippy's
parents get in the car and drive off.  It was now dark outside and we were
assured of being alone for at least three hours.

Once again I was thinking on my feet. I asked Ricky, if he was sure about
continuing with his initiation, even though we hadn't reached the end of the
first part yet.  He swore that he was and that he would do as many other
parts as necessary.  I accepted that, and told him to relax for a few
minutes, so that Ricky and I could prepare to continue.

I dragged Skippy outside and told him to take the "Bag of Keeping' to our
old fort and hide it nearby.  Skippy trotted off and I went back inside.  I
figured he would be gone about 20 minutes.  The `old' fort was in the woods
on the edge of a cornfield at about what was probably a half mile away.

While he was gone, I sat and talked with Ricky.  Though he seemed a little
embarrassed, he really did not seem to mind being naked in front of me.

He was really happy that we had allowed him to join the club and was totally
blown away by the sudden change in his over-protective parents.  We
continued our idle chat for the next thirty minutes.  Finally Skippy
returned and we were ready to continue with the initiation.

I decided to restore the mood and gave Ricky a serious look.

"Ricky, you have said that you have already decided to continue past the
first part and to become a full member of our club.  Is that true?"

Ricky swallowed, and said, "Yes."

"That is good," I declared.  "You will now light the one unlit candle that
is on the floor in front of you.  But before you do, there is this one final
warning. Once you light that last candle, you will go all the way to the end
and finish the initiation.  This is your last chance to back out.  Do you
understand?"

Ricky said simply, "I understand!"

I had absolutely no doubt that he did and I watched in fascination and young
lust as he lit that last candle.

I smiled and said, "You have chosen, and we will proceed.  The guard and I
will now bind ourselves to you by doing your first task."

I have NO CLUE what inspired me to say that.  Whatever it was, it had  a
very dramatic effect on Ricky, cause he continued the initiation process
until the end, which was a long time.

Without any further bull, I pulled off my own shirt and laid down on my back
with my hands over my head. I told Skippy to hold my hands and directed
Ricky to sit on my thighs.  Then I told Ricky to give me a pink belly as a
sign of my loyalty to him.

They both looked surprised, but hesitated for only a moment.  Before I knew
it, Ricky was slapping away at my tummy.  It didn't take long for me to
start thinking this wasn't such a good idea.  Ricky was slapping me really
hard.  I hung in there until my belly was a bright pink, just like Ricky's
was earlier.  When he finally stopped, I rose to my feet and turned to
Skippy.  Oddly enough, I didn't have to say a thing.  HE took off his own
shirt and the next thing you know I was giving him a pink belly.

After I finished with Skippy, we took a quick break.  We went into the
house, for a pee and snack break.  It didn't take long.  Oh yes, and of
course, Ricky had to stay naked the whole time.  After all, his clothes were
at the old fort, so he had no choice.

With empty bladders and full stomachs, we returned to the trailer to
continue.

It was time for Ricky's first major challenge.  I told him the location of
the old fort and that he was to meet us there.  He looked scared and
thrilled at the challenge.  It was after dark, but he would have to work his
way through the neighborhood for three blocks before he reached the field
that bordered the woods. And of course he would be doing it completely
naked.
I told him to count to 200 slowly before he started out.  I grabbed a few
things from the trailer closet, then Skippy and I were off and running.  We
ran to the fort without stopping to catch our breath. We wanted to have
plenty of time to prepare.

Although I can't recall much about our preparations, I remember the wait.
It seemed to take forever, but I as recall being incredibly turned on by the
thoughts of a naked Ricky working his way through our neighborhood and then
open field on his way to the fort.

Finally he arrived and it was another thrill.  As I lay in the bushes
waiting, I saw a murky white form appear in the shadows on the edge of the
field.  As it drew closer and came into focus, I saw it was Ricky's
beautiful naked young body.  I watched as he carefully picked his way
towards the fort, lifting his bare feet rapidly, here and there, in response
to some sharp object on the ground.

I think this was also one of those important moments in my developmental
years.  At least as far as my sexuality was concerned.  Again, I did not
recognize the significance at the time though of course.  Seeing Ricky like
that was exciting beyond imagination. But it was not just a simple matter of
sexual orientation.  HAH, back then I don't think that term was even in use.
  And of course I was really very naïve.  I'm pretty sure I had never even
heard the words homosexual or gay before.  Sure once in while I'd hear the
older boys calling someone queer and I eventually put two and two together.
But I didn't think I was "queer." I also knew that seeing people naked was
supposed to be bad^Å  unless it was another boy^Å like in the showers at the
YMCA.  Seeing a naked girl was also bad, until you got older.  And of
course, when I got older, I would automatically like girls.  It was just too
confusing for me at the time, so I didn't deal with it.  The only thing I
did do, was keep to the things that really excited me the most, a secret
from everyone except my closest friends. It seemed the smart thing to do.

So back to Ricky.  Seeing him naked like that, after being forced to sneak
through the neighborhood and now having to deal with prickly things on his
bare feet, added to the rush!  The emotions that surged through my body were
a combination of homosexual desire/lust, love and I guess a form of
dominance with a touch of sadism. I was never a mean kid or a bully. I just
loved making other boys do humiliating and sometimes painful things while
they were naked.  Especially if they were gifted athletically like I was, or
really arrogant.

Now as luck, or bad luck would have it, depending on your view, I rather
easily discovered that there were A LOT of boys around me who were thrilled
at being put through all kinds of challenges with direct or indirect sexual
overtones as long as you never made direct references to it being queer.
Straight, gay, or in between, there were a number of guys who were turned on
at being dominated as long as it remained secret. This continued well into
my high school years. Up until the time I graduated, I was still doing
initiations for a secret club.  One that had changed a lot, but the basics
were all there.

Finally away from my thoughts and back to Ricky.

Skippy and I let Ricky pass by us.  As soon as he reached the entrance to
the fort, we jumped out of the shadows, and grabbed him.  We rushed him into
the fort, blindfolded him and then tied him with his back to a tree.  What
followed was a brief period of taunting and threats.  We discussed how many
lashes he should get with a whip.  How many should be on his stomach.  How
many on his chest.  How many on his cock, and so on.  Then we said that we
should wait for daylight for the whippings and that maybe we should just
tickle him for now.  Ricky was shaking.  We played with his rigid cock as we
discussed wrapping some stickers around it.  He really shook then.  But,
again we said we should wait for daylight.  So we just started tickling him.

Ricky was going nuts as we both tickled him all over.  Finally, he started
to beg.  "Please guys, I'll do anything you want, just don't tickle me
anymore tonight."  Well we untied him and then told him to run all the way
around the big cornfield.  He took off running.

While he was making the run, I had Skipping retrieve the bag with Ricky's
clothes and take it back to the trailer.  I told him to leave the bag
outside the trailer though, behind the pump for their above ground pool. I
had decided that Ricky would sleep naked the trailer that night and that we
would get up at dawn and make him run across the yard to retrieve the bag
with his clothes.

Skippy was not back when Ricky completed his run, so I told Ricky he had to
make one more run around the field or get tickled some more.  Of course he
took off running.

This time when Ricky finished, Skippy was back.  We told Ricky that we were
really pleased with how he was taking the initiation.  He seemed to beam at
that.  Then I said it was time to head back to the trailer.  The return trip
was handled differently though.  Ricky was still naked of course, but now he
was blindfolded with his hands tied in front of him and attached to a guide
rope.

We led Ricky back across the field, through the neighborhood and finally
into the trailer.  Once inside, we climbed into the two wide bunk beds.  We
put Ricky on the top one with his hands tied behind his back and his feet
tied together.  Then Skippy and I climbed into the bottom one.  Since we had
told Ricky the whole initiation would take awhile to complete, I decided to
let him go for the night.  I reminded him that he still had a long ways to
go and that the tough stuff was still ahead.  He didn't seem very worried
and thanked us again for letting him do it. We talked for awhile, telling
ghost stories and such and feel asleep shortly after we heard Skippy's
parents get home.

During the night Skippy and I got up a few times to check on Ricky.  He was
sound asleep most of the night.  However, at around 4 o'clock in the morning
I poked my head up to the top bunk and looked.  Ricky was squirming around,
when I asked him if he was okay, he said yeah, but he had to pee.  I helped
him down from the bunk bed, but didn't untie him.  I made him hop outside,
then I held his cock, while he took a pee. I remember the thrill I felt as I
directed the flow of his piss around the grass.  It was wild.  Ricky seemed
excited as well.  Afterwards he hoped back into the trailer.  Since the
bunks were really wide, I put him in the lower one between me and Skippy and
then we just drifted off to sleep.

We awoke early the next morning, but not early enough.  I had wanted to make
Ricky run across the yard to retrieve his clothes  while still naked, right
at dawn.  But it was too late.  So I decided I would just get the bag and
bring them back to the trailer.  Ricky and Skippy were still sound asleep
when I slipped outside ands headed towards the pool.

The pool was one of those above ground ones, but it was really large. I
circled it and quickly found the pumps.  What I didn't find was the
knapsack.  I looked everywhere but it just wasn't where Skippy said he put
it. Finally I turned back and headed towards the trailer. I had only taken a
few steps when I froze at the sound of a voice.

"You looking for this?"

I turned towards the voice and saw Butch, sitting on a stump beside the
shed, poking through the contents of the knapsack. I guess I must have
looked just a little too worried.  So it was no surprise that Butch was able
to figure out I was up to something.  I tried to bluff my way out of it.

"Oh there it is," I said, trying sound very casual.  It didn't work.

"So who's clothes are these?" he asked.

"Oh those are just some spare clothes, I was just looking to get them to
change."  I thought that was reasonable, but the damage had already been
done.  Butch was suspicious and would not be put off.

"Well Okay then, I'll just take them to the trailer then, so we can have a
little chat."  He smiled.

Of course, Skippy and Ricky were still inside, and there was the matter of
Ricky all tied up and naked. I reacted WAY to concerned which prompted Butch
to ask me what was really going on.

Okay, hang on to your hats.  If you've heard the old line that `truth is
sometimes stranger than fiction' well here you go.

Even though Butch was older than me, we had always gotten along great.  I
think he was impressed by how smart and fast I was.  Something that his two
younger brothers weren't.  I liked him a lot too, and of course I liked his
nice young jock body.

I motioned him to come closer, then whispered to him.  "Sorry Butch, it's a
secret."  Butch whispered back, "Come Scotty, you can trust me. You know you
can!"  He smiled.  He was right of course.  I trusted Butch probably better
than just about anyone.  He was not like most other boys his age who don't
like having younger guys around.  So I said, "Well we have this secret club,
and we're sort of doing an initiation thing. Sorry I can't say much more."
UH OH, I was slipping into automatic again and had just thrown the HOOK in
the water.

"Cool," he said.  Then started nibbling around the hook.

"So what's the club about?  Who's in it?" he inquired, with interest.

I jiggled the hook.  "Sorry Butch, but like I said, it's a secret club, and
only members are allowed to know about it.  I really shouldn't have told you
that even."

He looked intrigued. "Well what if I were to join your club?" he said.

"Oh Butch, ummmmm, well, I'm not sure you'd really want to.  I mean we don't
have anyone your age in the club^Å yet." I stammered.

"Who cares," he said.  "I could be the first one then."

As you've probably guessed, all of the right juices were now flowing in my
body.  Looking back on those years, I see now that I had an uncanny, maybe
even scary knack for sensing things in other boys.  I was able to identify
exactly the right buttons to push, and that's what I did with Butch.

"Well Butch, you'd have to go through the initiation though, and it's pretty
tough.  Since you are older than the other guys in the club (wasn't that the
truth) we'd have to make it a little harder too.  I'm note sure you would be
able to get through it."

HAHA. I had just wiggled the hook in front of the fishes face. And there was
Butch, a very body proud young jock with massive amounts of raging hormones
already wracking every inch of his solid frame.  Let alone the fact that an
"almost nine year old" had just challenged the capabilities of his 12 year
old boyish ego.

"Look Scotty, if the other guys can get through it, I certainly can! I
promise I won't tell anyone, no matter what and I'll do whatever initiation
you want.  So how about it, can I join?

I tried hard to look like I was considering it.  The truth was I was already
picturing Butch doing his initiation.  What fun that would be for all of us.
Butch was an early bloomer and was showing clear signs of some rapid manly
developments.  What could be more fun than to play with that body.

I looked at him and said, "Okay, Butch!  But you have to go through the
whole initiation and keep it all secret. No special treatment other than it
being a little tougher.  Okay?

Butch seemed really pleased and excited.  Then asked simply, "So now what?"

I needed time to think, and there was the matter of the other brother.  I
asked about him, and Butch said that he was gone for two days and was
staying over at their cousins house.  So we agreed that he would start his
initiation that night.  He also said that he would not bother us for the
rest of the day, so we could continue what we were doing.  He winked, then
said, "So you going to tell me who the guy is who's being initiated?"

I tried to sound as formal as I could. "Sorry Butch, not yet, you have to
start yours first."  He accepted that and handed me the backpack and headed
back to the house.  As he walked away he called back to me, "By the way,
everyone else is gone for the day, and I'm heading over to a friend's house
until dinner, so you guys have the run of the place^Å and one last thing,
tell Ricky I said hi!"  He gave me a wink.

I stood there with my mouth open. "Uhh, but how did you^Å"

Butch laughed. "He had a wallet in the pocket of his shorts."  And then he
turned and was gone.

TO BE CONTINUED

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COMING UP NEXT- The hormones start flowing as Butch starts his initiation
and Ricky continues his!

As stated in Chapter 1, It is my intent to continue this series, with or
without feedback.  However, if you have enjoyed what I have written, feel
free to write me.  I'd love to here about any similar experiences.  Since my
goal is to maintain a "true focus", I will not be able to incorporate
anything in this particular series.  But if you've had similar youthful
encounters, please share them. It might just help me to feel like I am just
a little less freaky. Oh yes,
and if by chance you recognize ANY of the events and/or people in this
story, write me and tell me the name of the only  "elementary school" in
that neighborhood. You might be a long lost member of our old club and it
could be fun to reminisce!

My address for comments and such is: westwoodscotty@hotmail.com.