Date: Wed, 28 Jan 2015 07:06:33 -0500
From: J. A. Kidd
Subject: Dream Boy - Chapter 1; the Boys and I

	Everything started when I was a boy and with boys.

	I grew up a military brat. My father was a career Army officer.
This led to our family moving around the country an awful lot. I have vague
and disconnected memories of many bases around the country and the globe.
At the age of eight, we moved to the East Coast of the United States. That
was in 1973.

	It was a typical Army base. Located near the suburbs of a
moderately large city, but still surrounded by heavy woods with hundreds of
trails cut through them by the many youngsters that had been there before
me. I walked those woods endlessly. Unlike today's kids, we didn't have
video games and computers and thousands of channels on the television to
choose from. We didn't have trucks that you could change into giant robots
or remote-controlled cars and aircraft or even role-playing card games. We
played outside. Constantly. Even if that meant as little as running around
in the woods pretending we were pioneers or mountain men or cowboys on the
hunt for dastardly villains that poisoned the water well and shot some poor
girl's pet dog.

	It was all my mother could do to keep me inside after school or on
weekends. There were times in the summer when I wouldn't see her for days
on end, leaving before she was up and about and staying out until the
streetlights came on, only to go directly to my room. Grounding me didn't
even work, once I figured out that I could drive her up the wall until she
sent me outside just to have some peace and quiet for a little while.

	The only time I was content to stay inside was when it was
raining. Then I had my two best friends, books and a little A.M. radio. I
discovered both words and music very early.

	Long-term friendships were impossible to maintain. Someone you were
friends with would move away and someone new would come along. It didn't
exactly make for a lonely life, but it made seeing someone leave your life
forever nothing more than a passing pain. You learned to live with it.  You
also learned, if you were an inquisitive and deductive youngster, that
little military-brat girls would do nearly anything to make a friend. The
first time I "played doctor" was in an old fort that some clever kids had
built and abandoned in the woods not far from my house. Of course, at the
time, I thought the goal was simply to get them to take their clothes
off. Hey, I was only eight.

	Having an older sister helped. She was two years ahead of me in
school and she had friends. Her friends were at an age where they were as
curious about boys as I was about them. I would show them and they would
show me. We would giggle and look and point and then run home feeling like
we had just done something that no one else in the world had ever thought
of doing.

	It continued for some time. We were caught once, due to a
tattle-tale girl that was not as into it as the others were. We got chewed
out, we were told how wrong it was, and we chose more trustworthy playmates
for the next time. The first person (other than my mother) that ever
touched my little boner was (as gross as this may sound) my sister. She
touched it with one finger and went BOING-BOING-BOING, tittering and
scooting away quickly. The second was one of her friends, "Karen". She as a
little more interested. She inspected it closely and held it in her warm
hand. ZING. I thought I was in love with her, until she started going
around with a bully from the Junior High School (we didn't have Middle
Schools back then).

	There was a short parade of others in the years to come. Like
everyone else, they came and went. Some were content to look and touch
lightly. A few wanted to kiss (which was the height of sexuality at that
early age). One, "Julia" wanted to do both at the same time. Zing-ZING. She
was my first girlfriend. I was allowed to hold her in hand in public. She
would let me kiss her lightly when there were others around. And she let me
put a finger in her warm, little pee-pee place (but, certainly not in
public).

	Alas, she too moved away.

	Then girls became "uncool". All my friends wanted nothing to do
with them. They had "cooties". I had to be more clandestine in my
frivolities. They didn't stop, but they were greatly reduced.

	When I got a bike, they really took a back seat. I and one or two
of the other boys rode everywhere. From one end of the base to the other
and down every path that allowed us to. We rode back into the Ranges, which
was where the soldiers did their rifle training and qualifying. It was also
where the local Boy Scout troop did their monthly camp-outs.

	I was convinced to join the Cub Scouts and did so, more to be part
of the crowd than any real interest. I went to the meetings. I participated
in the silly activities. I went on the scavenger hunts. None of it was all
that much fun, but I was there and so were most of my friends.

	So went my young life for a couple years, one year blending
seamlessly into the next. Birthdays passed, but the changes that came were
so gradual that I felt that nothing really changed except the constant ebb
and flow of familiar faces.

	Somehow, I was able to earn the Arrow of Light ribbon which allowed
me to join the Boy Scouts themselves before my eleventh birthday. I went on
my first camp-out in the fall when I was ten-and-better-than-a-half. (I
turned eleven the following winter).

	That was the first time I saw another boy naked.

	That was when a new interest caught my attention.




	I was sharing a tent with "Derek", one of my school friends that
would ride around the base with. I don't think he intended to show himself
to me, but when he was getting ready to hit the sack that first Friday
night, he inadvertently displayed his pecker. I was already in my sleeping
bag, lying on my side. It was the first pecker that wasn't mine that I had
ever seen. I didn't know why, but I couldn't take my eyes off of it. The
older boys called him No-Butt, because his was flat and narrow, unlike my
own. Soon enough, he slipped into a pair of pajama bottoms and lay down in
his own bag.

	I didn't say anything to him. Confessing to being interested in
another boy's dick was asking for trouble, but I thought about it until I
fell asleep. The next night, I was waiting for another view, but was
denied. He didn't take his pants off until he was in the bag, wrestling
them off in the tight confines and stowing them in his pack. For some
reason I didn't understand, it gave me a boner thinking about the fact that
he was sleeping in naught but his drawers.

	It was confusing. Usually, I only got stiff thinking about one of
the girls. I had already discovered the wonders of masturbation but at the
time, I thought that I was the only one that did it. I had had my first
orgasm some months earlier. When it first happened, I was frightened,
thinking I was about to piss my bed. I later realized what I had been
missing. I also learned that it was very common. I guess I got a little
noisy one night and my Dad gave me the first of the "Talks".

	Laying there in the blackness of the tent, I was tempted to do so
right there, but quickly changed my mind. Instead I rolled onto my stomach
and allowed my weight to press my strange wood into the ground.

	By the next morning, as we were packing up the camp, I had nearly
forgotten all about it. A comment from one of the older boys, naturally
picking on one of the younger kids, was about whether or not the kid had
"jacked off" during the night. All the older boys and most of the younger
ones laughed at him. He had apparently been caught doing that once.

	"Jason" blushed and tried to pretend the words didn't hurt. Anyone
that remembers being a kid knows better. He stayed quiet the rest of the
morning and most of the ride back to the Scout Hut. When we all went our
separate ways, Jason still kept his head down.

	I felt really bad for him. There was no reason to tease him that
way. They knew they were humiliating him. But, that's the way kids are.

	As we carried the Troop's gear into the Hut and stored it, I found
myself alone with him. While I hadn't thought about doing so, I told him,
"Don't let `em bug you. They do it, too. I promise."

	He turned to me and nodded, still upset and asked, "Do you?"

	"What?" I asked. "Jack off?... Yeah. Everybody does, I guess. Just
not during a camp-out."

	I was teasing him as well, but by doing it in private, he took it
better. He grinned and socked me in the arm before we went back to the
gear.  When we had finished, we started for home. Derek, Jason, "Bruce",
and I all rode our bikes home. The backpacks were ungainly and kept
shifting around, causing us to have to stop a few times. One such break was
a few yards from the path to the fort. Saying they'd see us in school,
Jason and Bruce rode on.

	Derek and I caught our breath, tried to reset the packs on our
shoulders, and were about to start out again, having only a couple blocks
to go.

	He looked at me and asked, "You ever been to that old fort back
there?"

	"Yeah," I told him. "A few times."

	"Anyone else go with you?"

	"Just a couple girls. They didn't like it. Said it was too dirty
back there. Why?" The fact was they knew what I had in mind when I asked
them back there. Word had spread. Julia was the last girl I had convinced
to come back there with me.

	Derek looked around, as if someone would overhear him, and told me,
"I swiped some girlie mags from my Dad. I need someplace to hide `em."

	My interest grew. Girlie mags? My Dad had a couple Playboys stashed
in his closet.

	"Naw," he said. "These are a lot better than Playboy."

	"Aren't you worried about `em getting rained on?"

	"I got `em in a trash bag, doofus."

	Better than Playboy? I had to see these. "Well, yeah. You could
hide `em. No one ever goes back there."

	"Wanna see `em? I'll bring `em back there tomorrow after school."

	With a plan for the next afternoon, we mounted up and rode the last
few blocks. My house was closer and we confirmed the plan as he rode off.

	I was seriously looking forward to it.

	Oddly enough, as I lay in my bed that night, doing my best to jack
off quietly, I found my mind drifting from the girls I initially thought
of. Instead, I found myself picturing Derek's swinging, little dick.

	I didn't know what to make of it, but I pushed it from my mind
enough to finish. As I curled up to go to sleep however, I saw it again in
my mind's eye.

	If these mags are as good as he says, I thought. I might get the
chance to see it again.

	I actually sat up in bed, wondering where that thought had come
from.



	The day passed far slower than I would have liked. Derek ran home,
fetched his pilfered porno mags, and met me at the old fort. That first
time, we looked through the pictures which were far more explicit than
anything I'd ever seen before. I can say with certainty that we both had
something new to tug our individual peters to that night. We had both been
sitting on the seats that had been cleverly built into the walls of the
fort, trying to cover our stiffies.

	For the rest of the week, we visited the fort every afternoon. Both
of us skipped the Boy Scout meeting that Thursday night, but we were both
wearing our uniforms while we sat in the fort looking at the women doing
things I had never even heard of, let alone seen going on. We were each
trying to rub our stiff members without letting on.

	It was a warm Saturday afternoon when I first noticed that Derek
wasn't being quite as discreet anymore. He had grabbed himself and was
humping his own hand every now and then. We both wore shorts (which in the
70's were very short) so neither of us was hiding our boners.

	Without preamble, without any such subject ever being brought up
before, Derek looked up and asked, "Do you ever stand in your window naked
and see if anyone sees you?"

	I raised my head and smiled. That was one I had never considered.
When I realized that by telling him No, I had made him blush, I added, "I'd
rather look than show anyway."

	What the hell made me say that?

	Derek grinned. "Yeah, you were looking pretty hard on the
camp-out."

	Now, it was my turn to blush. I had thought I was being sneaky
about it.

	"You like showing it to people?"

	"I dunno."

	"Show it to me." The words were out of my mouth before I had time
to think about them. I was certainly as red as a lobster. I could actually
feel my cheeks burning. Oh, man. I'd done it now. He was probably going to
start calling me names. He would tell everyone at school. I was screwed.

	But, instead he smiled shyly. "No, man. It's all hard."

	"So's mine," I countered.

	He was blushing again, but didn't say anything.

	"Doesn't it get hard when you show it out the window?"

	"Yeah."

	"Well?"

	Finally, he looked up and demanded, "Show me yours at the same
time."

	Heck, I had played this game. Never with another boy, but I had
played this game. "Okay."

	We both stood up. Neither one of us really hesitated long. Our
shorts came down, our underwear with them. He glanced at me, then lowered
his head, then looked again, then back down. My eyes never dropped. His
dick, now hard was different than mine. Where mine was pretty much the same
thickness from end to tip, Derek's was thicker near the base and tapered
off near the head. I couldn't take my eyes off of it again. I was
mesmerized. A voice asked, "Can I touch it?"

	Holy shit, it had been me.

	He looked at me for a second, shocked. When he looked back down he
was blushing even deeper. "Why?"

	"I've never touched anyone else's," I answered honestly. "It feels
good. Karen touched mine and Julia, too." I had no idea why I was trying so
hard to convince him to let me.

	He looked through the gaps in the fort walls.

	"Don't worry," I persisted. "No one ever comes back here."

	After another glance up at me, he lowered the magazine in his hand
and leaned backwards. "Go ahead."

	We were both trembling like we were freezing, but it was warm and
humid. Leaving my shorts down by my ankles, I crawled closer and got within
a foot of his rigid dick. With a shaky hand, I reached out and ran a finger
up and down his shaft. He shivered and gasped. I felt queasy, my stomach
twitching. After a few seconds, I went ahead and closed my hand around it,
stroking it up and down like I did my own. Derek gasped again. He leaned
his weight on the seat and his knees spread further apart.

	After rubbing him for a few moments, I glanced down at the
magazine. A woman was on her knees with a man's pecker in her mouth. They
both seemed quite happy about it.

	"I wonder what that feels like," I said.

	Derek looked at the picture and replied, almost too quiet to hear,
"I dunno."

	I had no earthly clue what was driving me, but I had gone this far
and I wanted to go further. I leaned my head forward.

	"Man," he whispered. "What're you-...?"

	He stopped and gasped yet again as I closed my lips around the head
of his young dick. I didn't have any idea how to do that properly, so I
just sat there with it in my mouth for a while. Derek's hips started
moving. I let them. He was humping my face. I got the point. It was just
like jacking him off, but with my mouth. So, I did it for him. There was
surprisingly little taste. It was sort of like having a large finger in my
mouth, though a good deal bigger than a finger.

	"Oh, shit," he said after a minute or so. "Stop."

	I knew what he was about to do, but for some reason, I didn't want
to release him. When his entire body tensed up, I sucked on him like a
popsicle. And then it happened. With a groan he came in my mouth. It was
slightly salty and runny. Not knowing what else to do, I swallowed it.
When I leaned my head back, he gazed down at me for a second before letting
his breath out with a shiver.

	I sat back on the dirt, crossing my legs. My own pecker was
standing straight up.

	After glancing at it once, Derek bent down and pulled his shorts
back up. He wouldn't look at me.

	What had I done? Had I just lost a friend?

	I stood up and brushed the dirt from my butt, pulling my own shorts
back up, and waited for some rebuke. Instead, he chuckled. "Man," he said
quietly.

	"Did it feel like when you jack off?"

	"Better," he confessed. "A lot better."

	Cool.

	But, he started making excuses about having to go home. I didn't
try to stop him. We put the mags back in their trash bag and went to leave
the fort.

	Just outside the door, as he was trying to hurry to the path, I
heard myself ask, "Wanna do it again tomorrow?"

	Derek stopped in his tracks. Turning back to me, he stared for a
few seconds. "Do you?"

	Shrugging, I said, "Sure. I guess. If you do."

	He nodded. Without waiting another instant, he walked down the path
and headed for home. I knew where he would be. If I didn't ride by his
house, he would ride by mine. I would see him for certain, before the day
was out.




	I didn't know why I had done it. I didn't know it was "wrong". I
had often heard the phrase "Suck my dick" used as a friendly (or
not-so-friendly) jab at another boy. Now, I had done it.

	And I had liked it.

	Derek didn't show up as early as usual, but he did show up. He was
already blushing when he did. We rode around for a while, playing with
friends and going to the PX with a couple others. (The PX is the Post
Exchange, for you civilians. It's like the base's department store.) It
wasn't until well into the afternoon that we found ourselves alone.

	He didn't even say anything. He stopped by the entrance to the
path, looked at me, and nodded.

	It went on for a couple weeks. Not always daily, but nearly. After
school, we'd go to the fort. On Saturday, we'd find our way to the
fort. Derek started getting bolder about it, but would not "return the
favor". To be honest, when I look back, I don't think I cared that much.
The boldest move was when we left early for the Scout meeting and made a
stop on the way.

	It was one of the last Scout meetings I went to. I was getting
bored with them. But, that evening, I sat there with the taste of him still
in my mouth as they discussed badges and good deeds and upcoming events. He
wouldn't meet my gaze too often, but when he did, he would blush and grin.

	As winter set in, the fort wasn't as comfortable anymore.

	Derek came up with an idea.

	He confessed that he and Jason had played the "show me" game a time
or two as well. (Was that jealousy creeping into my mind?) Jason's Dad was
a senior officer. Their house was bigger, and wasn't a duplex like ours. It
even had a basement.

	The subject was breached carefully and with surprising tact for
eleven-year-old boys. We asked Jason about whether we could hide the girlie
mags in his basement first. It was only half finished and was his "second
bedroom", so it was not a problem. In the closet and under a stack of
blankets they would go.

	But, let's look at them for a while first.

	Derek was the instigator this time. It was his idea to "show and
compare". Jason had no problem with it. Neither did I. Jason's was a little
longer than either of ours, maybe a touch thicker.

	Looking at the staircase and the closed door at the top, Derek
asked, "Wanna feel something cool?"

	Jason watched, wide-eyed and amazed as I gave Derek another
blowjob. I had figured out what worked best for him and it took less than
five minutes. When I finished, I licked my lips clean and looked at
Jason. "Well?"

	Jason didn't last long at all. It was the first time anyone other
than himself had done that for him. And so, I got my second playmate.

	We had to be more careful there. Jason's parents were often just
upstairs while we played. That basement became our playhouse for the entire
winter. If Derek couldn't make it, I played with Jason. Most often it was
both. Still, I had never had it done to me. Strangely, I didn't care.

	I was happy with my role in the game. Jason had even held my head a
few times as I worked it up and down, sucking that young dick for all I was
worth.

	I quit the Scouts before the next monthly camp-out. There was
something about being around all those boys, and the fear of seeing them as
swinging peckers instead, that made me decide not to attend any more. I had
no doubt that I would wind up sucking every dick that I could before
getting caught and likely spend the rest of my time as an outcast. For the
time being, I had the boys in the basement.

	During the Christmas holidays, our threesome became four.

	Bruce came over one evening. At first, it seemed that our playtime
was going to be postponed. I was actually getting disappointed.

	Then Derek (oh, brave and bold Derek) asked if Bruce had ever had
anyone else play with his pecker. Ten minutes later, I was on my knees in
front of Derek. Bruce was amazed that I was not only willing, but happy to
do so. I moved to Jason. Bruce was stiff as a board watching.

	Then it was his turn. He gasped and shivered and moaned.

	And then he had his first orgasm by a hand (or mouth) other than
his own. I gulped his jizz down with greedy joy.

	Evening became night. There was no sense in any of us going home,
so our parents were called and we spent the night in the basement.

	It was the first time I had an entire evening with three other boys
that didn't have a problem with me playing with their peckers. And I took
advantage of that. By the time we were getting drowsy, Derek had even
convinced Bruce to try it. Now there were two of us on our knees. We
switched partners a time or two, and Bruce even gave me my first blowjob.

	Wow. I understood why they liked it so much.

	The basement saw a lot of us that winter. And we saw a lot of each
other.




	Bruce and Jason both quit the Scouts as well. Derek started missing
many of our play sessions, seeing as how he had not quit. He was determined
to be an Eagle Scout, and (he eventually informed us) and Eagle Scout can't
be "a homo".

	He did accept one last, long blowjob before he left that night. I
took my time, slowing down when I felt him about to blow. I think I wanted
to make him suffer for leaving, but what I was doing (I realized much
later) was giving him the best blowjob of his young life. When he finally
shot off, it filled my mouth more than any of them ever had.

	He took his girlie mags when he left, but we rarely even bothered
with them anymore. They knew what was coming and I was all for it.

	And then he was gone. I still saw him in school and around the base
now and then. I even saw the whole troop heading back into the woods behind
the ranges one Friday evening as I was back there riding the trails. I
waved, he did not.

	So, we were back to three.




	Over the winter, Bruce became more and more reluctant to "be the
girl" in our games. He said it made him feel funny. Heck, it made me feel
funny, too. That was one of the reasons I did it. It made me feel funny, a
good kind of funny.

	I told him it was okay, I was fine with it.

	I thought it would go on forever. On my birthday, we had my party
then went to the basement for another session. Bruce told me that was my
present from him, which made me laugh. I asked him for another "gift" and
he gave it to me.

	As spring began to sneak in, the afternoons became warmer and the
fort came back into use. We would still stay nights at Jason's, but
afternoons we went to the fort and I got to play with them there.

	Jason showed up one day with "Johnny". He was a relatively new kid
on the base. Again, I was sure that our playtime would be interrupted.
But, Johnny had some other girlie magazines with him (also swiped from his
father's collection). These were the "Swedish" kind. Even more explicit
than Derek's had been, some of them had girls our age in them. One of them
even had boys in it. There were boys with girls, boys with other boys, and
(to my utter astonishment) boys with men. Grown men. I couldn't stop
looking at those pictures. Some of the boys didn't seem to like it all that
much while others really appeared to love it.

	After looking at those pages, I wanted to play. My dick was so hard
for so long that it was actually getting sore.

	Jason was getting antsy, too. I recognized it. He was giving me
looks and licking his lips. I was doing the same.

	Though the words in my head were different, the attitude was the
same. Fuck it.

	"Hey, Johnny?" I asked. "You ever done this?" It was a picture of
one boy sucking another's dick.

	Jason went white. Bruce hid behind the mag he was thumbing
through. I looked straight in Johnny's eyes, waiting for an answer.

	With a shrug, he answered, "Sure. Kid next door back on Fort
[Downsouth] did that to me once."

	"Did it to you? You didn't do it back?"

	Another shrug. "Never got the chance."

	"Did you wanna try?"

	Still another shrug. "I liked him doing it to me. Never really
thought about doing it back."

	I traded looks with Jason and Bruce.

	It was my turn to shrug.

	"I'll do it for you."

	I was almost happy to tell him about our playtime. Johnny looked
from Bruce to Jason and back to me.

	And with that blowjob we were back to four.

	Bruce still didn't want to service any of us, but I was more than
willing.

	When Johnny suggested we start coming to his house instead of the
fort, we were a little reluctant. He argued the benefits. His parents were
gone a lot. They went to a lot of "parties", almost every weekend, leaving
Johnny's older brother "Eddie" in charge. We could play in his room
uninterrupted.

	And there, he persuaded, we could try something else.

	He took the magazine from my hands and turned a couple pages. There
on the page there was a boy on his hands and knees with another boy putting
his dick in his butt.

	"You ever try butt-sex?"


	To be continued...