Date: Tue, 24 Sep 2002 21:06:28 -0400
From: Jeff Wilson <vicioussquirrel@hotmail.com>
Subject: W.A.R. Chapter 4

Do you remember the day you found out what sex really is?  The day when you
realized just what that thing between your legs was really for?  This
chapter deals with that day for Billy.  It's a chapter that will probably
bring back a memory for you.  I hope you enjoy it!


W.A.R. Part One: Black Summer

Chapter Four -- Searching for Treasure

     When you are thirteen, there is no one who is more important to you
than your best friend.  While the adults in your life are becoming your
enemies, you can always rely on your best buddy.  I felt that I could tell
Brett anything.  If I had a bad day, he was there to cheer me up.  If I
told him off, he forgave me.  So why couldn't I tell him that my feelings
for him were changing?  Why couldn't I tell him that it wasn't enough to
just hang out with him anymore.  I wanted him to stay overnight.  I wanted
to share things with him. I wanted to tell him what I was really feeling.
But I was afraid that if I did, it would change our friendship, maybe even
end it.  It was better to have him and want more, than to not have him at
all.

     We were like brothers.  Everybody knew that.  You didn't mess with one
of us without the other coming in to help.  Not having any real siblings,
we looked to each other as brothers.  Our parents treated us that way too.
Brett was treated like one of the family by my mom and dad.  And Brett's
mom treated me like another son.  We were very lucky to have met each
other.
  When he moved to Pennsylvania six years ago, I was the first boy who
talked to him and let him sit with me on the bus.  Now we were practically
inseparable.

     We hung out in my room for a while after we left my Grandma's, playing
video games, drinking pop, and talking.  It was great to have him with me.
I just felt more... I felt like there was a part of me missing when he
wasn't around.  I wished I could tell him that without sounding like a
total dork.

     I would have to go to my ballgame in a few hours.  So I was determined
to squeeze as much fun in as I could.  Brett still didn't seem like
himself.  What was bothering him?  Why wouldn't he tell me?  I wanted to
know, but I didn't want to get him angry at me.  I would have to tread
lightly.

     "So your mom's going to be out until 8:00, huh?"

     "Yeah, she's been real busy lately.  Too busy.  I mean, not that I
really mind.  She's happy working.  But I miss her sometimes, you know?
It's like she worries more about other kids than she does about me."

     Now we were getting somewhere.

     "Yeah!  I know what you mean.  It's like here.  My mom has to be over
with grandma all of the time.  My dad works all of the time.  So we all
almost never see each other."

     "That's tough, especially for your mom.  I mean, even though she used
to do that for a job.  I can't imagine having to take care of your own mom
like that, and still having to take care of a punk like you."

     "Yeah, she's got it pretty tough...HEY!"  I finally got the little
insult he threw in there.

     "Well, what are we going to do?  We're just kids.  It's not like we
can just go up to them and say, "Hey, mom, spend some time with me.""

     "Yeah, or come to my game because I just want someone to be there for
me."

     "You're really upset about no one going to your games, aren't you."

     "Nah, I don't care..."

     "Yes you do care, I can tell.  I know you Billy.  Just like you know
why I'm cranky today.  Well you know what, screw them!  If they can't see
what great kids we are then too bad!  I'm going to go to your game today!
I may be bored to tears, but I'll go because you need someone to be there!"

     "Wow, thanks Brett!

  Apparently, Brett was coming out of his funk.  He was his old cheerful
self again.  He was smiling and laughing again.  There's no one who loves
to laugh as much as Brett, and I love to hear him.  (Even when it's at my
expense!)  We goofed around for a while.  Played video games and that sort
of thing.  After a while, Bret asked the question that he usually asks when
he comes over.

     "So how's the coin collection coming?"  I have a huge coin collection.
I love to save and look at old coins.  Bret loves to look at them too.  I
probably have over three hundred dollars worth of coins.  My dad gives me
the loose change in his pockets, and any coins that he already has in his
collection. In fact, my dad's collection is even more valuable than mine.

     "My coin collection?  It's all right, I guess.  I got some old Indian
head nickels the other day. So, I suppose you want to see them."

     "You bet!  No wait... Your dad would kill you if you bet with them.
Just show me."  So we spent some time looking through my collection.  I
liked showing it off and Brett liked looking at it.  He asked if my dad had
any new ones.

     "He got some old gold coins a few days ago.  But they're locked up in
the safe."

     "Can I see `em?"

     "Ah... I don't know... I mean their locked away for a reason."

     "Do you know the combination?"

     "It uses a key."

     "Well do you know where that is?"

     Ah, this is one of the things that I forgot to mention about Brett.
He could talk me into anything!  I got into more trouble because of him!
But he was always there to try to bail me out, too.  I told him that I knew
where dad hid the key, but I didn't know about going through the safe.

     "Well let's go!"

     Now, this was kind of dangerous.  My dad was loving and all, but the
coin collection was off limits, even for me, when he wasn't around.  He
thought that I didn't know where the key was hidden, but I saw him put it
away once.  It was in the bedroom in his underwear drawer.  I opened the
drawer up and carefully dug for the key, making sure not to disturb
anything inside.  I found the key, then went carefully to the safe, which
was a part of his rifle cabinet.  I started to put in the key, then I
happened to look to the side and saw myself in a mirror.  It was as if I
caught myself with my hand in the cookie jar.  The guilty-looking Billy
Roberts looked back at me from the mirror.

     "Brett, I don't think we should do this."

     "Come on Billy!  I want to see them!  We've already gone this far!"

     "Okay..."  I was such a strong-willed boy when Brett was concerned.  I
turned the key and slowly opened the door.  There were lots of boxes in
there, and I had to remember where each one was.  I didn't want to leave a
single one out of place.  I carefully pulled out a wooden box.  Many of the
coins were locked inside.  Where was the key for it?  I looked inside the
safe again, then they caught my eye.

     "Holy crap... Look at this!"

     "What? Did you find the key?  More coins?  What?"

     I pulled one of them out and showed it to Brett.

     "Breaking It... A Story About Virgins.  What kind of video is that?"

     "Brett, do you know what this is?  It's a porno movie!"

     "Holy crap!  Forget the coins, dude!  Let's watch it!"

     "Wait.  My mom could come in here any time!"

     "My mom won't.  She's out until 8:00."

     "What about my game?"

     "Fuck the game, dude!  It's a porno!  Sex!  Naked people!  Having
sex!"

     "Okay."  He didn't have to do much convincing.  I was as excited as he
was.  I could feel myself getting bigger down there just thinking about it.
I carefully put everything back into the safe except the video.  I saw that
there were others in the safe.  I'd be sure to watch them later.  I made
sure that everything was put back exactly as it was before.  Then I called
the coach of my team and told him that I couldn't make it.  He wasn't happy
about losing his best slugger and only left-handed batter, but I told him
it was a family thing.  Then I put the video into my book bag, and we ran
pretty fast to Brett's house.

     Brett put in the video and the movie started.  A man and woman were
lying naked on a bed.  They talked a little and kissed, then the guy tried
to put his thing into her.  But it wouldn't go in, so he licked her down
there.  Then she sucked his wiener. Then he put it inside her.

     As I watched them humping, it was like a light bulb going on inside my
head.  It suddenly all made sense.  I knew that a man used his penis and
put it into a woman's vagina.  But I never realized exactly how it worked.
I knew it felt good to rub my wiener, but this was different.  It was like
I woke up and sex suddenly made sense.

     "Oh wow... This is so awesome Billy!  Look he's gonna squirt!"

     The guy said he was going to come, but the girl said not to do it
inside her so she wouldn't get pregnant.  So he pulled his penis out of the
girl's vagina and shot white goo on her belly.  Holy cow!  That's what was
in my underwear last night!  I've been making that stuff and squirting it
into my underwear in my sleep!  This was a real eye-opener.  There was
another scene after the first one.  This time they showed a close up of the
girl's privates.

     "EWWWW!!!!!!"  We both said.

     "Gross, dude!  I wouldn't want to put my dick into that!  Look at it!"

     "Yeah," I replied, "no wonder girls don't want you to see it.  It's
disgusting!"  It really was!  It was all hairy and weird looking!  I always
thought it would look... nicer.

     "Guys are so much cooler than girls!  I'm glad I've got a dick and not
one of those things!  We don't have to worry about periods or sitting down
to pee or any of that crap!"

     "Yeah, and boobs too.  Who would want those things hanging off of your
body, making milk all the time?  I bet they're always in the way and stuff.
I'm glad we're boys!"
  Yeah!  Girls stink!  Guys rule!!  Wooooo!!

     "Speaking of dicks, mine's about to burst in my pants.  Do you mind if
I jack off?"  Whoa!  Now this was interesting!  I'd been hearing about this
jacking off stuff for a while.  I'd also heard it called beating off, so I
assumed you took your penis and smacked it off of something like your belly
or a chair or something.  So actually seeing Brett do it would be quite
educational.

     "I don't mind if you do.  I won't look."  I was lying.  I had every
intention of looking.  Brett unzipped and gave his shorts and underwear a
yank.  Then I got yet another shock.  For such a short boy, Brett had a
huge wiener!  It had to be five inches, with a little bit of hair around
it.  His balls were about the same size as mine.  I had seen him naked
before, but that was over a year ago.  He sure had changed, his thing used
to be really small!  I was surprised that the hair was so dark down there.
The hair on his head was light brown, but the hair down there was black.
He wrapped his right hand around his wiener and started to rub it up and
down.  It all made sense again.  I think I was staring at it.

     "Instead of staring at it, why don't you jack off your own, now that
you know how."

     "I knew how to before!" I lied again.  I was a little embarrassed that
I hadn't figured it out until now.  It all seemed so simple.

     "Sure you did... Look, I don't mind you watching me.  But it's more
fun to do it to yourself.  Give it a try.  I won't look."  He winked.  We
both knew he was going to watch.

     I unsnapped the button and pulled the zipper down on my shorts.  Then
I pulled them down, leaving only my underwear between me and the world.  I
tugged them down to my knees and my wiener stood up straight from my body.
My four and a half inches that I finally knew how to use waited for me to
touch in a new way.  I reached down and grabbed it with my left hand, just
like I had done for thirteen years using the bathroom.  Then I wrapped my
hand around it and started to move it up and down the shaft.  It felt okay.
Nothing earth-shattering.  My left ankle felt kind of tingly.  Brett was
looking at me, or more specifically, at my wiener.  He was probably
thinking the same thoughts I had thought when I saw his.
Comparing... Thinking back to what I used to look like.  My butt hole
started to feel tingly, too.  And both of my legs started to feel kind of
numb.  My wiener just felt hot.

     "We better take our shirts off so we don't mess them up."  Brett
stopped rubbing his penis long enough to yank his shirt off and toss it
across the floor.  I did the same.  It felt cool in that house, naked from
the knees up.  My right arm was rubbing up against Brett's left arm.  He
felt nice, kind of soft and warm.  We were both breathing heavier than we
had been before.  The outside of my wiener felt hot, and inside, the pee
tube started to get that tingly feeling.  The feeling spread out of the pee
hole and then spread down my wiener back to my body.  My balls pulled
themselves tight against my body.  I began to feel as though I was no
longer in control of my body, like it was working on its own.  Then it
happened.  I squirted.  In fact, squirt is the wrong word.  I shot!  The
first shot went up past my shoulder and landed on Brett's bed.  The next
got me on the neck.  Then the rest splashed up on my belly.  I breathed out
a shuddered sigh.  Then I looked at Brett, who was covered with the same
stuff I was.

     "Wow...  That was awesome...  Really...  I can't even think straight."

     "It's a good thing we took off our shirts, but you messed up my bed!"

     "I can't believe how good it felt."  I put my finger in the mess I had
made, then tasted it.  "It doesn't taste that bad either.  Not like pee at
all.  Wow.  I still feel good."

     "That's called an orgasm, but I'm sure you knew that.  Here, wipe
yourself off.  You might want to wash up in the bathroom too."  He reached
under his bed and pulled out a very stained towel.  I wiped the now clear
liquid off of myself and then headed to the bathroom with my shorts around
my ankles.  I turned around and saw Brett holding the towel.

     "Are you coming?"  I said.

     "I already did."  Brett joked.  It took me a second to get it.  Then I
laughed.  I went ahead to the bathroom and washed off my belly.  After a
few minutes Brett joined me in the bathroom.

     "You missed a spot."  I said laughing.

     "What?"

     I pointed to his chin, which had some of the white stuff still on it.
Funny, I didn't remember it being there before.

     "Oh that!  I must have squirted harder than I thought!"  He quickly
wiped off his chin.  "I rewound the tape and put it in your book bag.  Can
I ask you something?"

     "You just saw me jack off.  I think it's pretty safe to assume that
you can ask me anything."

     "How long have you had the hair?"

     "Oh I don't know.  Since last year at least."

     "Before you turned thirteen?"

     "Yeah."

     "And that's when you started to get taller?"

     "Uh huh."  I dried myself and pulled up my undies and shorts.  I knew
why he was asking.  "Brett, you're going to hit a growth spurt soon.  I
mean, you're already bigger than me where it counts.  You're just a late
starter."

     "Yeah, but that's where knowing about your dad comes in handy.  I
mean, you know you're going to grow a few more inches, because your dad is
still taller than you.  But I don't have a clue!  I mean, what if my dad's
a midget or something?"

     "Bret, do you remember that video we just watched?  That's how you
came into the world, bud.  Hate to break it to you.  It's how I came into
the world too.  I never knew exactly how it worked before, now I do.  Now
think about it.  What kind of man would your mom let do that to her?  Do
you really think she'd hump a midget?"

     Brett laughed.  "Dude... That's twisted man!  Thanks, I needed that
image burned into my brain!"

     "That's for trying to tell my mom that we were talking about my
testicles, jerk."

     He laughed as he pulled his clothes back on.  We hung out for a while
after that.  I kept my shirt off while we played computer games.  My pasty
white chest really needed a tan.  You don't get a lot of sun on your body
playing baseball.  The back of your neck and your arms get burnt, the rest
gets nothing.

     Finally, it was getting close to 7:30.

     "Well bud, I think I should be heading home.  My mom thinks I went to
the game, so I'd better head back."

     "I wish you could stay tonight.  We could have even more fun."  He
reached down and adjusted himself.  I think he did it subconsciously, but
I'm not completely positive.
  I felt my own privates begin to stir.

     "Yeah, me too.  Maybe I could come over this weekend."

     Brett agreed, then I grabbed my book bag and was on my way.  The night
was cool.  It was so quiet.  The sun was hidden behind thick clouds in the
west.  It looked like there was a storm coming tonight.  I pulled my shirt
on as I walked, as it was starting to get cold.  My brain was trying to
figure out my feelings.  Brett was my best friend.  That much I knew.  But
my mind kept rewinding and playing our brief escapade from earlier.  I
remembered how good it felt to touch him, even if it was just our arms
rubbing together.  If it felt that good with just our arms, what would
other parts feel like?  I'd never felt these feelings before.  I was
feeling things that I couldn't sort out.  I just needed time to think.  I
didn't even notice that the lights were on at my house when I made it home.


That's all for Chapter Four.  This has been quite the day for Billy so far.
He got to experience one of his life's great defining moments with his best
friend.  But the day's not over yet.  There's a storm on the horizon, and
it's going to hit in Chaper Five.  Remember, one minute you're up, then the
next life kicks you where it hurts.  Got comments?  Great!

Send them to: vicioussquirrel@hotmail.com