Date: Fri, 30 Sep 2011 15:23:51 -0700
From: Flip McHooter <1977.flip@gmail.com>
Subject: So Cal Summer 1969-Chapter 23

The story below is a work of fiction, except the location. All characters
named are figments of my imagination. This story contains explicit sexual
situations between high school aged boys, (and some girls). If this is
illegal, etc., well you know the drill. I own the copyright, so no use
beyond a personal copy without my permission.

Also, because it's based in the past, some of it may not be politically
correct as I have tried to be true to 1969. And in this chapter I took some
liberty with Tommy James and the Shondells song I Think We're Alone Now, so
for you 60's purists don't be too mad.

Thanks to everybody who has emailed me, I appreciate the tips and
feedback. Flip 1977.flip@gmail.com

Chapter 23

"I love you Jake. I really do. I am so glad that you moved here and I met
you," I said, feeling the hot blood rush to my skin. I was becoming totally
self-conscious now, which was unusual for me. Damn. I couldn't believe that
I had just said `I Love You' to another dude, A DUDE!, and now I felt
totally stupid. What a dumb shit I was. We both stood there for a few
moments holding each other, and I was beginning to think that I had just
royally blown it. I just wanted to crawl away and hide.

But then I decided to go for broke, gathered up all of my courage and said,
"Thank you, Red Crow, for bringing Jake and me together." I whispered this
over his shoulder and into his ear, and, thankfully, that's all it took.

"I love you too," he said, after an excruciating long wait, in a low murmur
and quite shyly, but pulling me in tighter to him as he spoke. I could have
melted right there. "You know, Ryan, I've never said that word before, to
anybody, not even to my mom. Well, maybe when I was a little guy. But you
know what? I don't fuckin' care. I know that I am falling in love with
you. There, I said it! These last few weeks have been so great. You know, I
never had any close friends growing up in that stupid apartment. But then
you made friends with me right away, and you even took me up here, to your
private lair. You're my Batman!"

"Then that makes you my Robin. No wonder he has such a big bulge in that
green tighty underwear thing he wears. Do you think Batman and Robin get it
on?" I said grinning, lightening up the mood and starting to laugh like a
doofus.

"Oh yeah, definitely. I think they jack each other off when they drive
around in the Batmobile, spewing hot jizz all over the inside of the
car. And you know, they never have any girls around, except that pesky
Batgirl, and she's only around once in a while. Alfred just covers
everything up for them. Plus Robin's name is Dick. Need I say more?"

"No, I guess you don't. So just shut the fuck up and kiss me." I shut my
eyes and got a funny picture in my mind of a yellow starburst with `Ka-Pow'
written inside, just as Jake planted a good one on my kisser with his
sensuous lips.

After we broke our embrace, Jake and I slow danced to a couple more songs,
singing and getting all giggly and hornier, if that was even possible. It
was fun to grind our warm naked bodies and crotches into one another while
listening to the sexy music playing on the transistor radio. Whatever song
that was playing had just ended, and the station started playing I Think
We're Alone Now by Tommy James and the Shondells, a song that fit the mood
up here in the tree house perfectly! Jake's dick was sliding up onto my
stomach, while I had my arms wrapped around his lower back just above his
naked butt crack and pulled him in tight to me. Every once in a while, I'd
lean in and give him a deep passionate kiss. He loved that. Then I'd relax
my hold and lean back, staying connected at our crotches and stare into
those beautiful deep, dark eyes. Every time that I did that, he just looked
at me and gave me that toothy, goofy smile that I loved so much, and both
of our hard dicks would pulse with pleasure.

Then Tommy James started singing "Look at the way& "

Then I started to sing, "We gotta hide what we're doin'& "

" `Cause what would they say?" Jake sang, giving me another goofy look and
smiling.

"If ever knew& "

"And so we're running just as fast as we can& "

"Holding onto one another's dick's& " I sang, trying not to crack up.

Then Jake started to laugh, "Tryin' to get away from the pussy& "

"And then you put your arms around me& "

"And we tumble to the ground& " Tears starting to run from his eyes.

"And then you say& "

"I think I love you& "

"I think we're alone now& and I want your dick up my-y bu-utt." I said,
finally losing it and laughing.

"I think I love you& "

"I think we're alone now& and I want your dick up my-y bu-utt."

Silence.

Except for the crickets.

And then laughing.

And more laughing.

Just us two boys, laughing and sharing our love for the first time.

We couldn't help it anymore and we fell to the ground, cracking up and
almost pissing all over each other. After we finished laughing our guts out
and kissing some more, we stood up again and slow danced to a couple more
slow songs. After slow dancing to about the third or fourth song, I think
it was the Look of Love by Dusty Springfield, we took a break and sat down
on the sleeping bags. When we pulled our crotches apart, I was surprised to
see how sticky and sweaty they were, our pubes glistening in the low light
up here in the tree house. The smell of our hot, sweaty bodies was amazing!
Jake had brought up a couple of cold cans of Coca-Cola earlier, probably
the last we'd have for a while, and man, they sure tasted great, and I
sucked one down in no time. Jake had done a sorta good job of rolling us a
joint, considering he didn't have much experience with these kinds of
things. It was bigger than I had ever seen before and, actually, it looked
more like one of my grandpa's stinky cigars. If he kept rolling us joints
like this, I'd be out of grass in no time!

The sleeping bags were nice and soft, and the clean flannel felt soft and
cozy on my naked body. My mom had me bring them down this morning so she
could run them through the big washers at the laundromat when she went
downtown. My mom was a clean freak and even though she had her own washer
and dryer in the house, she always washed the big bedding stuff once every
couple of weeks down at the Sav-n-Splash. And it gave her some time to
catch up on the gossip with the neighbors, too. I was glad she washed them
because they were starting to get kind of funky and crunchy, not that we
would have washed them ourselves anytime soon.

I kicked out my legs and stretched out on the soft cowboy-print
flannel. Jake reached over and picked up a sweet smelling, sunset-stripped
candle to light the joint with. The glow from the candle wick lit up his
face in such a way that he looked like he was radiating pure love at
me. Sucking in a tasty toke, he passed the fat joint on to me. I needed to
take a big hit because I was still a little worried about taking Jake's
long, hard cock up my asshole for the very first time. I was excited,
scared, horny and giddy at the same time, all at the thought of getting
porked by another guy, a guy that I had just confessed my love to him.

"Hey, don't Bogart that joint, my friend," Jake said, his favorite line
since we saw Easy Rider a couple of weeks ago.

"All right, here you go. Hurry up. I want to feel your hard dick up inside
me. But when you do it to me, just go slow, okay?"

"Roger that. When you made love to me, I was so relaxed you probably could
have driven a Sherman tank up my butt, and I wouldn't have noticed. It felt
so good. I promise I'll go real slow and if it gets uncomfortable, you just
let me know. I don't ever want to hurt you, Ry. You know that, buddy."

"I do. That's one of the reasons that I love yer funky ass so much!"

"My body stunk but I kept my funk!"

"You got that right, bud. Hey, maybe when we're older we can go to Paris."

"Right on! I'd dig that. Anywhere you are, I want to be there too."

"All of a sudden I've got a picture of a donut."

"Shut up, chowder head," I said laughing.

I leaned around and placed a purple corduroy pillow behind me and then
scooted down a little bit. Jake moved over on top of me and started kissing
me again. Not just regular kisses; these were full on deep
tongue-twisting-in-your-mouth kind of kisses that left you gasping for air
once they were over. Our slippery saliva made our lips really juicy and
wet, and had made a string connecting us together when he pulled away from
me. It stretched, jiggled around, and then finally broke and slipped down
my neck. Jake rushed back in, stuck out his hot tongue and slurped it all
back up. That was so freakin' hot, I thought to myself. Making love can be
dirty and sexy, all at the same time! I was filled with excitement, my body
all warm and yet, tingly and electric. My cock was really super hard now
and throbbing, just from the kissing and the budding excitement of things
to come. I could also feel that I was starting to leak a lot of pre-jizz
now, because little blobs were seeping out the end of my fleshy space
capsule and landing like Astronauts on the surface of my tan stomach, sorta
like a moon landing.

Jake started grinding his hard cock into mine, in a kind of tumescent
battle of the teenage boners. His sun lightened, long, brown hair was
hanging down and shading both our faces like a tent, and when I opened my
eyes, all I could see was his beautiful face. He smelled like freshly
scrubbed boy, strawberry shampoo, Coca-Cola and Ganja. Yumm-mee! He bent
down and gave me one more hard kiss, using his tongue to part my lips and
invade my mouth. He was making me breathless and I was getting really
excited as he explored the recesses of my mouth. Finally, he let go of me,
and sat up between my legs. Then he reached over and grabbed the KY and the
little silver vibrator that Lisa gave us.

"Do you know how to use this thing?" he asked me.

"Yeah, your sister told me all about it. You have to grease it up real good
with that gooey stuff and then slowly stick it in my butt. But before you
do that she says you can rub it all around our dicks and balls, and that
feels real sexy and good and will turn us on even more. She did say not to
jam it in or push it in our asses real far `cause it could get lost in
there and we may never get it back."

"Cool! Let's give it a try." He twisted the end of the vibrator, turning it
on. It started to make a gentle humming sound, interrupting the soft sounds
coming from the little radio. Then he slowly started to run it up and down
on the inside of my legs, sending crazy waves of pleasure throughout my
entire body and making my boner stand up even more proudly. He would run it
up close to my cum-filled drooping ball sack, and then tease me by running
it back down my legs, towards my knees. Finally, he touched the side of the
silver shaft to my balls, and I had to let out a giggle because the feeling
was so foreign to me. I had goose bumps all over my body and the hairs on
my arms were standing straight up at attention.

"Jake, that feels so freakin' wicked. It almost tickles. Here, let me try
it on you for a second." I said, and sat up and took the humming machine
away from him while he crouched back, leaning back on his outstretched tan
arms, his body perched on his bouncing toes and his long hard cock pointing
straight out at me, like an arrow. He parted his big legs wide open and
invited me in.

I ran it up and down on the inside of his beefy legs, and then gently
touched it to his low hanging balls, being careful not to squish them. His
head rocked back and forth and then finally settled back between his
shoulder blades, eyes wide open and looking up at the redwood-planked roof
of the tree house, taking it all in.

"Oh, oh my god, that feels so fucking wild! Keep doing that."

"I know. Can you imagine what it must feel like when it's up inside your
butt?"

"No I can't. That must feel crazy."

I ran the vibrator up and down and around his hard shaft and I could swear
that his boner grew another inch just by doing this! This little machine
was pure magic. I thought to myself that I had better stop this or he would
blow and then I'd miss out. I really wanted him to shoot his big wad up
inside my hungry butt.

"Okay, that's enough. We gotta stop doing that or we won't be able to
finish what we really want to do," I said.

"Roger that, Bucky. I don't want to shoot yet."

"How do you want to pork me?" I asked him.

"I don't know. I really don't want to pork you, and I shouldn't have used
that word. I want to make love to you, buddy."

"Yeah, I like the sound of that!" I said. "C'mon, man, let's make love."

While I wanted to watch Jake do me, I thought that for my first time I'd be
more comfortable if I laid down on my stomach and stuck a pillow under my
hips so he would have total access to my waiting butt hole. So I rolled
over and positioned the fluffy pillows under me so I'd be comfy, and the
pillows helped raise my ass up high into the air, giving Jake easy access.

"Um-mm-mm. Look at that. That has to be the prettiest sight that I have
ever seen in my whole life," Jake said, moving in on my exposed
rosebud. "I'm gonna make you squirm with pleasure, my bitchin' friend." He
leaned down and gave me a long, slow, wet slurp with his tongue. Starting
between my thighs, his moist tongue went up and over my heavy balls, up my
perineum, and finally, much slower now, across my exposed boy hole, then up
the rest of my crack and settling down into the center of my lower back. He
did that a few more times until I couldn't really take much more.

"Oh, god Jake! Go for it, dude, I'm all yours. I'm ready for that long,
hard dick of yours. Stick it in me."

"Okay. But first I'm gonna grease your butt up with this stuff. Just relax
and enjoy it."

Jake uncapped the tube and squeezed some of the gel out of the metal tip
and onto his long fingers. My butt hole was right there, staring up at him
and begging for attention, so he slimed the gel all over and around my
wrinkly opening. When he started slathering the cool goo all around, it
felt really good, so I wiggled my hips around a little bit and let out a
soft moan telling him that I loved what he was doing to me.

"Like that, huh?"

"Oh yeah, that feels so nice. I love it when you touch me in my special
place like that."

He started to slog around back there and gently push my hole open a little
bit, and then finally he started to insert his pointy finger, opening my
ass up. It felt smooth and slippery going in, and so I relaxed my butt
muscles to let this gatecrasher farther up inside of me. The KY stuff
really seemed to work out pretty good, because in no time his long finger
was jammed all the way up my chute, his knuckles resting between my bare
ass cheeks. He started to coax it around a little bit, flicking and rubbing
all around inside the sensitive cavern. Then he pulled it most of the way
out and then shoved it right back in, bottoming out and rubbing all over my
hard prostate. That felt so bitchin'!

I had asked for this and damn, I was so glad that I did! Because this was
my first time, I didn't have much patience to wait for Jake to slide his
hot rod up my butt and drive me all around the track. I was hoping to
communicate my idea to him so I started to raise my hips up to meet his
sticky finger. He jiggled around inside me some more, but then he must have
caught my telepathic idea because he told me, "I think your butt is pretty
slippery now. You ready to play `meet Master Long Dong'?"

"Oh yeah, please give it to me," I said into the pillow. "I want to feel
your hot cock deep inside me so bad I can't stand it. Hurry up, Jake, give
it to me. Give it to me now."

"Okay, I'm on it!" Man, he was fucking excited! Almost as much as I was.

He maneuvered his way in between my legs, and I spread them back out a
little wider to give him better access to my hole. I could hear the slap,
slap, slap of him lubing up his cock with the cold gel, and the
anticipation of him sliding it up and into me was about to drive me
crazy. After what seemed like a really long time, I finally felt the spongy
hard head of his long dick as it rested on the wrinkly, pink folds of my
waiting butt hole, begging for entry.

"Put it in me Jake, nice and slow. Please. Put that freakin' cock up my
butt right now. I can't stand it anymore. I gotta have it!"

"All right, bud, here it comes."

He no sooner had those words out of his mouth when the entrance to my hole
was roughly parted, and the wait for his dick up inside me was finally
over. I have to admit that it wasn't quite what I expected. Although, can
anyone really expect something this crazy-good happening to one's virgin
butt hole? It burned some and hurt a little bit at first, but I remember
what Lisa had said, so I pushed out a little like I was taking a dump and
damn if his dick didn't just slide right on in. `Hello and welcome to my
hole. My name is Ryan and I'll be the catcher tonight' I thought to myself,
giggling.

"Oh god, Jake. Hold it right there. Let me feel it in there for just a
second. Man, that feels so wild. Oh fuck! Yeah. It's so weird-and good-it's
like it hurts, and yet at the same time it feels so great."

"It really does feel outasight, doesn't it?"

"Oh, fuckin' A it does. Go ahead and slip some more of your hot cock in me
now, but go sloooow, Okay? I wanna feel the whole length of your long cock
going in there so I can remember it."

"Okay, here it comes, buddy. Man, your ass is so warm and tight. This feels
so fucking bitchin', Ry."

"Oh, I know. Ooooooh god, I can feel your curly dick hairs scratching me on
my ass cheeks. That feels so funky. Do you have it all the way in me yet?"

"Almost there."

"Well, fill me on up and then hold it there for a second. Let me get used
to your long dick deep inside me," I said.

He banged his groin hard onto my ass and pushed his dick the rest of the
way in, then held still until I got used to it. Then he leaned forward and
slowly placed his strong arms on either side of me. Then he leaned down
some more and started to give me little baby kisses between my shoulder
blades and on the back of my neck. All the while he was cooing to me, "Ry,
I love you. Your ass feels so nice wrapped around my dick. Thank you for
letting me do this."

My dick had boner shock a little bit before, probably from the fear of this
hurting, but now that I was starting to really dig it, little Ry-Ry had
boned up quite nicely. And I could feel my dick starting to leak some dick
juice now, and I probably was making a puddle on the pillow underneath
me. Jake's long hard cock was all the way up my love canal and was really
filling me up. The knob of his dick was pressing on my prostate and it felt
so fucking good, like nothing that I had ever felt before, and the little
kisses that he was placing on my back and shoulder blades sent shivers up
my spine. The colorful strings of love beads that he got at the record
store that he was wearing around his neck drifted and skidded heavily on my
back, giving me goose bumps. My ass cheeks and his crotch made a perfect
fit. I started to grind my ass in a slow, deliberate pace, moving around
some and absent-mindedly started to fuck myself on Jake's hard stick.

"That looks so hot Ryan! You riding my boner like that. I like watching it
go in and out of your butt hole. I wish you could see it."

I couldn't answer him, so I only groaned to the affirmative. Instead, I
rode him a little longer and harder, lifting up my body so I could push my
ass hard into his crotch so his dick would go in even deeper inside
me. Then I'd lay back down on the pillows and then just as fast, push back
up and impale myself again on this throbbing boner. It felt so good having
him on top of me like that, so safe and secure, the boy I loved controlling
me totally. Then he was off me and back up on his knees behind me between
my legs, pumping his hard dick inside my butt. Every so often he would rub
his hands all over my butt cheeks and my lower back, kneading my
globes. That felt really good.

"You can screw me a little bit harder now, if you want Jake. It doesn't
hurt at all. In fact, it feels fucking fantastic!"

"Okay, Ry, Roger that!"

He got down next to me again, his arms along my sides and his feet up on
his toes, like he was doing pushups, as he started this sex dance of
grinding his hard boner in and out of my virgin asshole. I met him with
every thrust, raising my head up and around in total lust, like some lizard
sunning myself on a hot rock. He would occasionally bend down and start to
nibble on my ear. I was so totally into the action going on in my rear end
that I couldn't really concentrate on his tasty lips, biting and sucking on
me. He would pull out, almost all the way, and stop when the fleshy head of
his cock reached my tight anal opening. Then he'd plunge back down all the
way into me, his ball sack slapping me between my legs. I kept wiggling my
ass around, rubbing his legs when his dick was deep in my asshole, tickling
me from the inside out.

"Your squirming around is really turning me on," Jake whispered.

"I know, `cause your dick deep in my butt is so totally sexy. I can feel
your hot cock throb inside of me and it feels so freakin' bitchin'. I feel
like you and me are one. My cock is so hard that I can't believe it. I'm
getting really hot now and it's not going to take me much longer to shoot
my wad. Are you close?"

"Yeah, man, I am."

"Then bring it on home, baby. Drop that hot load deep into my guts. I want
to feel your wad in me."

He started to screw me for good this time. Long slow strokes out, and fast
hard strokes back in. Each time he plowed deep inside of me, his long dick
would bounce on my prostate and waves of pleasure rippled through my
body. I could feel more little squirts of pre-cum blob out of my
dick. There was quite a puddle of dick juice on the pillow already, and I
kept adding more to it. He was speeding up his thrusts now, and starting to
really moan. When I heard that, I started getting turned on even more, if
that was even possible. I was about to reach sensory overload because of
all of these new feelings and sounds. God! This was so bitchin'.

I hadn't touched my dick yet, so I reached up underneath me and started to
stroke my hard dick in time with Jake's thrusting cock up inside me. I knew
that I was about to get seeded, and couldn't wait to feel his hot creamy
load to get deposited deep inside me.

"Give it to me Jake, I can't take it anymore. I need it. Shoot your hot cum
up my butt! Fill me up."

"Okay, man, here it comes!" he said. Then, "Uuuuuuuh, oh Ryan, uh uh uh. Oh
my god!"

Once I felt his cock swell inside of me and then the warm shots of sperm
firing out and hitting the walls of my anal cavity, I had no way of
stopping my load from shooting out. I pushed back into him as hard and fast
as I could and felt my ass ring clamp down tight on his intruding cock, my
dick loading up my sperm and getting ready to fire.

"Oooooooooohhh baby, oh man, oh, oh, oh," and then I was spent. I fell down
hard on the pillow and onto my hot, sticky load, taking Jake down with
me. He landed on my back and we just laid there, basking in the warm night
air, sweat sticking our bodies together like glue. After a couple of
minutes, his dick shrank up and plopped out of my ass, which for some
reason made me feel empty and alone.

"Jake, that was beautiful. Thanks for making love to me. That wasn't
anything like those guys did in that truck. This was something special and
I'll always remember this. I'm so glad that we met."

"Me too, Ryan, me too."

***

Both Jake and I slept really well that night and the next day we just sort
of hung out, basking in our afterglow. In the morning, we ate a late
breakfast and watched cartoons with Jordy. Later on, Dad taught the four of
us kids some self-defense moves for about an hour and a half or so, out in
the hot garage. He was still worried about what happened to the microbus. I
think it made him feel a little bit better knowing that we could defend
ourselves if we ever got into any kind of serious trouble. Jordy got a big
kick out of it too, and was excited to learn some `grown-up moves'. Even
though Lisa didn't seem all that interested at first, she picked up most of
it and seemed to be enjoying herself. I think she liked to portray a
man-eating tiger image, when deep down she was really a kitty-cat.

The rest of the afternoon we did our swimming, working on our turns and
dives. Jake was really doing good, and I thought we were going to be strong
swimmers by the end of summer, especially if we kept up practicing this
much. Earlier in the day, I had gotten a call from Cooper who said his
folks were out of town for a couple of days and that he was going to have a
big summer party. He was inviting our friends from school and some of his
new buds from his job down at the pool. He was going to bar-b-que some
burgers and hot dogs for everybody and said that his hippie brother Colt
had an older friend that got him a couple of kegs of brew from Gerlach's
liquor store. All that we needed to do was get our asses down there any
time after four o'clock. He also said not to bother coming unless we
brought Lisa with us.

Surprisingly, Lisa was game to go to the party, reasoning that if it was a
stinkin' bust, she only had to walk up the hill eight or ten houses to get
back home. So after ditching Jordy, (he was really pissed until we got
Enzo's little brother, Chris, to come over and spend the night with him),
the three of us wandered down the street around four-thirty or so to check
out the happening scene. We even got dressed! Jake and I were wearing
shorts, shirts and Keds. Lisa wore a psychedelic sun dress of some
indeterminate color that showed off her hefty cleavage, and some leather
sandals. She looked really nice. There were a whole bunch of cars and vans
and beat-up trucks lined up on both sides of the street, almost to our
house. Quite a few people were milling about out on the front lawn, talking
and laughing. That surprised me because Coop said the party was going to be
`intimate', and judging by the number of cars around, this was going to be
anything but. We said hello to some dudes and chicks that I knew from
school at the front door, and then the three of us headed on inside.

Coop's parents' house was really cool, and big. Since they lived on the
other side of our street, their house overlooked the valley below, while
ours backed up to the trees and mountains. A couple of years ago, a big
fire had raced through our canyon, and while our house didn't sustain much
damage, thanks to Dad and me sticking around and putting out the hot spots,
Coop's parents had lost some of their roof and all of their deck and
garage. They used the insurance money to build a huge new swimming pool
surrounded by a wide redwood deck on stilts, which cantilevered out over
the canyon, giving a great view of the valley below. On clear days you
could see across the valley and all the way to the Pacific Ocean, over
forty or more miles away. The rooms in the back of the house all had wide
sliding double-glass doors that opened up the house to the outside. This
really made for a great party house. I had been to many great parties over
here during the last couple of years and this one looked to be the best one
yet, without exception.

Once we went in the front door and through the tiled foyer, we saw what
looked like some of Cooper's older brother's hippie friends in the living
room having a group acid trip or something, judging by the psychedelic
lights shining on the wall and the trippy music that was playing. We
arrived just in time to hear the start of Green Tambourine by the Lemon
Pipers blasting out of the stereo in the corner of the big living room. The
group looked pretty funny, stumbling all over each other, half-dressed and
drooling on Coop's parent's good furniture, while they tried to dance and
shimmy around. Somebody had brought some day-glow body paint and everybody
was painted up in a crazy way, kinda reminding me of my dad and his story
about Red Crow, but they were way more colorful. Unfortunately, they were
getting hot and sweaty, and all of that paint was starting to smear all
over the place. They looked pretty cool in the black lights though, and it
was fun to watch them. But because we really weren't into that kind of
scene, we watched them for only a few minutes and then kept on going deeper
inside the house to see what else was going on.

As the three of us headed through the sprawling house, I continued to be
surprised by the amount of people here. There must have been at least a
hundred and fifty or so, by my guess, spread out all over the house and
outside in the back by the pool. I guess Colt had a lot to do with that
because there were a number of older kids from school and a bunch of
hippies that I didn't know or recognize. But it was all cool because the
house could easily handle that size of a crowd or more. The music got even
louder the farther back we went, because once we got outside we could see a
band that had setup over in the back corner behind the pool and was playing
really loud. Another thing that Coop had forgotten to tell me about! I'd
have to give him a hard time about that later on when I saw him.

The name on the white bass drum said they were The Ramrods. What a groovy
name! They were actually pretty good and really rockin'. They had at least
six guys playing all kinds of different instruments; A couple of cute
looking guys on guitars, the best looking one was wearing stripped,
skinny-legged pants and big pointy shoes. The rest of the band included a
serious and sexy looking bass player with really long hair, a bored looking
drummer, and a wicked guy with long sideburns playing a portable keyboard
on a stand that I had never seen before. I'd have to ask Lulu about that
one. The lead singer didn't have a guitar or a bass, but he would play the
bongos when he wasn't singing. Right on! When we walked outside, they were
in the middle of a Cream cover, which I was pretty sure was Crossroads, but
then maybe not, since they were playing it too damn fast and it was hard to
tell! The guys sang pretty good and looked really cool in their long hair
and lengthy, mutton-chop sideburns. One guy was even sporting a huge
paisley tie and another one had on a purple Nehru jacket, just like the
Beatles used to wear. They had a good sized group of people dancing around
in front of them who seemed to be really getting into their kick-ass sound.

We finally met up with Coop on the other side of the deck. Cooper was
standing there wearing an apron and a chef's hat, flipping burgers in front
of the grill and looking like the fine young host that he was. It was
pretty loud over here and we had to yell to be heard.

"Hey guys! I'm really glad that you made it. Hi Lisa, It's really good to
see you again," he screamed at us over the loud music, welcoming Jake and
me and giving Lisa a sly wink when he thought no one was looking. He wasn't
the finest looking dude around, but his charm and smile was totally
infectious and more than made up for it. He did have a cute little
butt-chin, though, and a little soul-patch just above it.

"Thanks, Cooper. You really have a cool place," Lisa yelled back, trying
not to spit and shining him with her nice smile. Maybe she was starting to
warm up to him a little bit.

"Man, there are a lot of people here, Coop. I thought you said this was
going to be a small party?" I asked.

"Well it was, but then Colt got involved and it sort of mushroomed out of
control. It's cool though, `cause everybody gets along really well. When
his friends in the band heard about the party they insisted on playing. We
warned the neighbors so they shouldn't get their panties all in a bunch
like they did last time and call the cops. And the folks won't be home
until late tomorrow so we'll have plenty of time to clean everything
up. Feel free to use my bathroom upstairs `cause I'm sure the one down here
is going to get all funky pretty soon, especially after everybody downs all
that beer and whatever freaky drugs they're doing in the living
room. There's beer over there by the shallow end of the pool on the deck
across from the band, and I think my brother has some joints circulating
over in the kitchen. If you want a burger or a dog, just let me know. By
the way, Coach Brian isn't here, but most of the pool gang is. You probably
know most of the guys from school. And, oh yeah, Enzo brought this new kid
with him, but I can't remember his name right now. I think I heard that
they're both going to be on your special workout team. I think he's an
Asian dude."

"What? Who's Asian?" Jake said, looking at me and only hearing the last
part. "Kato's here?"

"You chowder head! He said Kenji is here."

"Oh. Cool. We finally get to meet him."

"Go mingle and have a good time. But come back and see me, huh Lisa?"

"Yeah, I'll mosey around and get a beer. Can I bring you anything, chef?"

"Nah, I'm all good now that you're here," he said with his toothy
smile. "Just come on back and keep me company."

We took off through the throng of people towards the beer keg, and once
there, the three of us each got a big cupful of frothy brew. It was cold
and tasted great. "We need to go find Enzo and meet his friend. I want to
scope out the competition," I shouted out to Jake and Lisa.

"You guys go ahead, I'm going to go hang with Cooper for a little while and
listen to the band," Lisa said, making both of us smile. "They sound pretty
good."

"Have fun, sis," Jake said.

"C'mon, bud, let's go roam around. I'll introduce you to the guys and girls
that I know from school."

For the next few minutes, we mingled and talked to this group and that
group, and I introduced Jake to all of the kids that I knew that he hadn't
met yet. We also met a lot of new people too, including some funky hippies
with crazy vibrations going on. The guys were cool, and kinda cute, but
most of the hippie chicks had hairy armpits and they made sure that
everybody saw them. Pee-eww. That was gross. I'm sure glad that I wasn't a
chick! Everybody was nice and friendly enough, and Jake got quite a few
looks from the girls. He was pleasant to them, but a little shy, and I
think that made him even sexier to me for some reason. We even ran into the
sales guy that gave us killer blowjobs at the sporting goods store. He was
with his girlfriend, and he just gave us a nod and a wink as we walked past
him. By the time we had made a circuit of the whole house, we had ended up
in the backyard again, this time looking out over the canyon. Although it
was early and the sun was still up, and it was bright, the first lights of
the city below were just starting to come on and the twinkling beams looked
totally romantic. It was still warm out, too, and a handful of the older
guys and girls were skinny dipping in the deep pool. I noticed that the
music had gone up another level. The Ramrods were playing a song by a band
that came out last year called Led Zeppelin. I think the song was Dazed and
Confused, but I wasn't positive because I wasn't really sure if I liked
that kind of music or not. But they sure were getting into it and it was
fun to watch them bounce all around and play. A small group of people was
still dancing on the cement patio and Colt was running around making sure
everybody had a toke from his new weed supply. When he finally made it over
to us, he gave me a big warm smile and shoved the fat joint in our
faces. When I was little and hung out over here with Coop, Colt always
treated me like a little brother.

"Hey, little Ry-man! Good to see you buddy. It's been a while, hasn't it?"
he said, playfully punching me in the shoulder.

"Yeah it has, Colt 45," I said, punching him back. "This is my new
neighbor, Jake. He and his sister and mom moved in to the Bailey's old
house."

"Right on! I think I heard something about that. Hey man, nice to meet
you," Colt said, smiling at Jake. "Damn, I'll miss that old dude. He always
took me to the Dodger's opening day when I was a little dude. But you look
like much more fun than him."

"Nice to meet you too. Thanks for that bodacious hit."

"No problem-o. Ry here has been a good bud to me and Coop, so if you ever
need anything you just let me know. A word of warning though, don't trip
out on the acid tonight, the dudes in the living room seem to be kinda
blasted and wiggy, not to mention that they're staining my mom's sofa and
her new shag carpet."

"Okay, Roger that."

"So Colt, what are you up to these days?" I asked.

"Well, I got a high draft number so I don't have to worry about going to
`Nam like some of my buddies are doing. I probably wouldn't go anyhow
because I'd be a conscientious objector or go to Canada or something like
that. That freakin' General Hersheybar and that stupid President Nixon
think that this war is something that is `just and honorable'. But it
fuckin' isn't. Now they're bombing Cambodia, for fuck's sake. I don't want
any part of that mess. Make love, not war. That's my new motto. So anyway,
next month my friend Ted and I and a couple of chicklets are loading up his
van and heading across the country to upstate New York. They're putting
together a huge three-day outdoor rock festival on somebody's farm and it
should be really boss. Lots of sex, lots of drugs, and lots of good music!"
Colt said, totally excited and practically jumping out of his skin.

"Wow, that sounds really cool," Jake agreed. "I'd love to do that."

"Come with us, man!"

"Nah," I said. "We've got swimming practice. But thanks for asking."

"All right my little Maui Wowie buds, the Colt 45's gotta go mingle and
groove." Turning back to me he said, "Hey Ry, what happened to you? You're
not so little anymore and your arms look bigger than Coop's."

"I'm growing up, dude. And I've been swimming at least twice a day for the
last couple of years. I want to make the swim team this year since I missed
out last year."

"Right on, my friend. Keep up the good work. You're looking really good,
man. You little dudes have fun. I'm gonna go see what's happening in the
kitchen."

"He seems like a really cool guy," Jake said, once Colt walked away.

"Yeah, he is. He always treated me like a little brother and never gave me
much shit. Well, maybe a little bit. I've always liked him though."

I looked over at Coop standing at the grill, and he was still chatting up
Lisa and flipping burgers, pretty much oblivious to everything that was
going on around him. It was good to see them getting along. Hopefully
they'd get together and hook up. We wandered around some more, talking to
different groups of people and listening to the cool music that the band
was playing. When a good song would come on, lots of people would get up
and start dancing. Sometimes we'd join in a big group with this girl or
that girl, but Jake and I always stayed close together and were always next
to each other. If anybody wondered what was up with us, I couldn't
tell. Then the band played Incense and Peppermints and everybody started
dancing. There were so many people smashed together out on the deck that it
didn't matter that Jake and I were dancing with each other. This song was
so trippy that you just had to get up and get wiggy. It really was that
good and one of my favorite songs.

After a while, the song ended and they started to play Shotgun. I leaned in
and shouted to Jake, "I'm usually a piss camel, but I really gotta go. That
beer went right through me. You wanna come upstairs with me or do you wanna
hang out here for a while and listen to the band?"

"Yeah, I'll go with you. It's kinda loud out here, and we can take a break
and give our ears a rest. I don't really know anybody anyway and besides, I
always like to look at your wiener," he said, whispering the last part, and
giving me his shit-eating grin.

We threaded our way through the patio and on into the big house. Turning
the corner into the family room, we ran smack dab into Enzo, and boy did he
look tired and sad. I almost felt sorry for the poor guy.

"Hey Enzo, what's up with the shiner?" I asked.

"Oh, it's nothing. I just crashed and burned into the corner of the
refrigerator at home. Does it really look all that bad?" He shoved his big
head closer to me and bugged his eyes out so I could see it, probably
`cause he was smashed, or maybe just being his idiot self.

"Well, no, not really. I guess it looks bad `cause you didn't have it
yesterday when we saw you over at my house when you picked up Chris. You
should have put a steak on it. That always makes it go away faster," I
said, taking a step back from him. "At least that's what they do on I Love
Lucy."

"Yeah, that always worked for me when my big sister would deck me," Jake
added, grinning. I'm pretty sure he was kidding, at least I hoped so.

"I guess I should have, but my mom never buys us any steak. Hey, have you
guys seen my friend Kenji?"

"How the hell would we? We've never met him before," Jake asked.

"Oh yeah, I guess you wouldn't. He's a good swimmer," he said, and then let
out a big burp that made us take another step back.

"Is that the dude that's going to be on our team?" I asked, taking one more
step back. I didn't want him to ralph all over me.

"Yeah, that's him. The last time I saw him, he was talking to one of the
lifeguard dudes from the pool. I don't know his name. I think it could be
Smucker. Anyway, that was like fifteen minutes ago. If you do see him, tell
him I'm looking for him, okay?"

"Yeah, will do. You gonna be here or outside? Maybe you should stay out
here and get some air. You don't look so good."

"Shut up, loser. I'll be hanging out by the pool. I'm worried `cause he
doesn't really know anybody here and I don't want somebody to take
advantage of him and give him some bad drugs or something `cause he's my
friend and I don't want anything to happen to him, `ya know what I'm
saying?" He was really rattling on and slurring his words and I thought he
might start to cry any minute. And this guy just called me a loser?

"Yeah, okay. I'm not sure what he looks like, but if we run into him we'll
send him your way. Jake's sister Lisa is talking with Coop over by the
grill if you want to go say hi. I'm sure she remembers you from yesterday,"
I added, trying to get in a little dig.

"Yeah, right. Like she really likes me," he said, walking away.

"That guy has some really bad karmen ghia," Jake said.

"Yeah, dude, he sure does. I wonder how he really got that black eye."

"I don't know, but it looks pretty bad and it's kinda big. I don't think he
got it from running into the fridge though, like he said. I wonder if Chris
gave it to him," he said laughing, "Or maybe Kenji popped him a good one."

"You know, the other night when we were home alone, Jordy told me not to be
so hard on Enzo `cause he had problems at home. I wonder what he was
talking about?"

"I think we need to find out and get it out of him," Jake said, serious
now. I really loved his compassion for other people. "Maybe he has a fucked
up dad like I do. He seems like he's just shy and maybe he needs a friend."

"Yeah, maybe you're right. I've lived up the street from him forever, but I
really don't know anything about him. He's always kept to himself and he's
usually an ass."

We headed up the stairs and I was surprised to see that we had the whole
upstairs all to ourselves. It was quiet up here and almost lonely, compared
to the lower floor. We wandered into the bathroom that Cooper and Colt
shared that had doors heading off to both of their bedrooms. I whipped out
my dick and started pissing into the toilet like a raging fire hose. Jake
just stood there and smiled at me, looking at my dick and watching me
pee. Thank goodness I wasn't pee-shy.

 "What?"

"Nothing. I just never get tired of looking at that fat cock of yours is
all."

"I gotcha dude. I feel the same way about your wiener. Hey! Did you hear
that?"

"No. I didn't hear anything."

"I did. It sounded like it was coming from Coop's room. You don't think
he's screwing Lisa already do you?"

"I wouldn't think so, but with Lisa you never can tell, especially this
fast. You think we can see in there and find out who it is?"

I put the lid down without flushing and quietly walked over to the side
door. This bathroom was huge; it had three doors, one off the hall, one off
Colt's bedroom and another one off Coop's bedroom. They had the same
bathroom that Ricky and Dave had on the Nelsons, but Coop and Colt were
nothing like the Nelsons. I slowly twisted the door knob to Coop's room and
quietly pulled open the door just a fraction. Not hearing anything else, I
opened it up just a tiny bit more. I couldn't see much but heard plenty,
and then my eyes focused in on the big mirror over his dresser. It was
positioned just right so that I had a perfect view of his bed in the
reflection.

"Jake," I whispered. "Take a look at this. You're not gonna believe
it. There's a bunch of naked guys in there fucking each other's brains
out!"

***

Thanks to Ferd, Adam and Trent for help with the music. To Karl for Kenji,
and especially to Mike for bringing all the great drugs to the party!

Special thanks to Jason T. and Hans for the great help with editing this
chapter. They really make this chapter shine and I appreciate their help.