Date: Mon, 8 Oct 2012 19:12:26 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: OUR SEX CLUB - 1 (b/b oral anal) This story is completely fiction; it is the story of two young school boys and their friends. If you are not 18, or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave now. Copyright 2012 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask. I'm grateful for the many responses to my stories! The responses help me assess various options for a story, and I do listen to readers. I will answer all emails (I love to hear from you); please put the title of the story in the Subject line and use this address: the.back.door@hotmail.com And THIS IS IMPORTANT: Readers, if you enjoy reading the stories at Nifty, please consider making a donation so their work can continue. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html OUR SEX CLUB - 1 "Edward! Martin!" We both jumped and turned to the front. They don't call her Old Hawk Eyes for nothing. And she'd always use our full names, not nicknames. Always! "Tend to your work and no talking!" Marty and I looked down at the reader, but we sneaked grins at each other. Couldn't help but get into trouble sometimes, because we shared the same long desk and bench. At least it was at the back of the room. He's Wilson, and I'm Watson. And nobody after "w." Marty was my best friend. My family had moved out of the city onto a little farm. Pa said it was the depression, and I didn't understand it all. He said if Mr. Roosevelt got elected things would get better. I asked him if that meant we could move back into our old house, but he didn't say anything. I shouldn't have asked, I guess. He got another job in town, and Ma said her job was the garden and canning. That's how I met Marty. They live on a farm on the opposite side of a big woods. Mr. Wilson came over to plow up some ground for the garden, and he brought Marty with him. Pa said Mr. Wilson was about the only one left around with a tractor. Me and Marty worked all afternoon busting up the clods. And for the rest of the summer we did stuff together. Playing the woods, and I went over to their place sometimes. I sort of got used to living in the country because Marty helped. We didn't have any animals -- didn't even have a barn -- but they did, and he showed me all of them. And we played in the barn a lot. But it sure was differen in the country. I'd had my own room at home -- I mean, in town -- and I did here, too, but it was a lot smaller. We had an outhouse, not a toilet inside. Pa said we'd have one later, but not now. He said we had to make sure the well was deep enough, and we'd have to get a pump. And all that cost money. I'd used outhouses before; not everybody in town had a toilet. But it was sure different peeing in one or pooping in it -- I mean, every time you needed to go. But nobody around here had indoor toilets, Ma said, so I'd get used to it. I found out even the school had an outhouse, only the boys called it the shithouse. And another difference was that I usually took my bath outside, in the wash tub, behind the house where nobody could see. It was kind of wierd, the first time I got all the way naked outside. But I got to liking it a lot! I'd wash off all over and then rinse off the the other side of the wash tub. Then I'd dry off with a towel. And I really liked it when I washed my dick out there and rinsed and dried it. I got it real hard and stiff. It felt really good stiff, with the open air all around it. I'd found out at home -- I mean, in town -- that when I rulled on my dick it got like that. And realized that what the older boys had meant in school back home about stiffies. A stiffie was when a dick got hard and stuck out. I did that some in bed at night, too. When I peed with Marty in the woods, I acted like I'd been doing that sort of thing all the time, but I hadn't. I liked peeing outside. It was only a few weeks after we moved in that school started. I'd asked Marty lots of questions about school, because I wasn't sure I'd like going to school in the country. But Marty made me feel better about it.. We usually met at the "Y" where the road branches off at the edge of the big woods, one going around the woods to our place and the other going around the woods to their place. And we got to sit next to each other at school -- I hadn't even thought about that. But that day in school, Marty had been playing with his dick by putting his hand in his pocket and getting at it that way. Our desk was really one desk for two people, with a folding bench for two people, so we were really sitting on the same bench, side by side. Sometimes our arms brushed against each other, but that was okay. He'd played with his dick inside his pants several times before. He told me in the schoolyard once how he did it. He'd stick his hand in his pocket and move it around until he could grab his dick through his underpants. Then he'd rub it or move it around. He said it didn't matter how he moved; it all felt good. So that day he was at it again. He must have liked getting a stiffie as much as I did! And he knew I'd be looking. He made sure I could see! I think he had a stiffie already, but I couldn't tell for sure. What I could tell for sure was that I had one! I tried to hide it by putting my hand down over my crotch. That's when Marty giggled and Old Hawk Eyes yelled at us. When the bell for recess rang, we raced to be the first at the shithouse; we weren't supposed to call it that, but all the boys did.. We went in -- it was a two-holer -- and closed the door; nobody else was supposed to come in when the door was closed. We each took a hole and peed, glancing at each other's dick; we always do that. "You're gonna get us both in big trouble," I complained. I was sort of pissed off but I wasn't really mad. "Sticking your hand in your pants to play with your dick -- in school!" Then I giggled. "My hand, my dick," Marty grinned. "Gives you a stiffie, right?" "Does not." "Does too. I saw your pants. You had a stiffie!" We were both giggling by then. We stuffed our dicks back into our pants and opened the door. Alfred was standing there; he's only 10 but he's in our class. "What you doing in there?" he asked. "I heard you. You were talking about stiffies!" Another guy pushed by us into the shithouse. "Can't tell," Marty whispered. "It's a secret -- a sex club." We ran over to the pump to get a drink, still giggling. Marty took a big drink out of the tin cup, then gave it to me. "Why'd you tell him that?" I asked. "A sex club?" "Well, it is -- sort of. I mean, we talk about stiffies, and we've seen each other's dick." We had, but we'd never really talked about it before. We'd often peed together in the woods, and a few times, when we were playing in their barn, we peed together back of it. And we looked. Usually. Well, always. And once, in the woods, we'd pulled our dicks out of our pants as much as we could just to compare them. He looked pretty much like me. It was the first time I'd seen another boy's dick. "And besides," Marty continued, "when we get to the woods after school, we're going to show each other our stiffies." "What? We never said anything about that!" Nobody had ever seen my stiffie, not even Marty. "Who said?" "Me," Marty grinned. "And I'm the president of the Sex Club." So that's how we got a Sex Club. When recess was over, we started on arithmetic, which I hate. But I kept thinking about the woods. About all the times we'd peeked, and once even pulled them out to look. And I guess I sort of liked looking. I wondered what his dick looked like right now, in his pants. And the more I thought about it, I realized I was getting a stiffie. Right there, without even looking at Marty's pants. I rested my hand down on my pants to hide it, and I heard Marty giggle quietly. He slid a piece of paper over to my side of the desk. It said, I saw it! But I looked down, and Marty had one, too. I could hardly think about anything else for the rest of the afternoon. When the bell rang we ran for the door, but Old Hawk Eyes stopped us. Not supposed to run in the classroom. She gave us a nice long talk about it! We were trying to beat Alfred, because he usually walked with us. His place was farther down the road on Marty's side. He was waiting for us on the playground. "Hawk Eyes gave me an `F' on spelling!" he complained. Alfred never got good grades. We compared spelling grades (Marty and me both got a C) and walked off down the road. Most of the kids going our way turned off at the main road, and pretty soon it was just us walking on to the "Y." Alfred saw we were going straight -- into the woods -- and called, "See ya" as he turned off. Alfred's folks never let him go into the woods. At first I wasn't supposed to, either, but Mrs. Wilson had convinced Ma it was okay for us to play there. When we got far enough away from the road I poked Marty in the shoulder. "What's this about a Sex Club?" "You should know," he grinned. "You're the vice-president." He stopped and looked at me. "It'll be fun, Eddie. So... let's pee." "I don't have to." "Sure you do. And when we're done peeing we're going to get stiffies." He looked down at my crotch. "But you already got one!" I couldn't very well say I didn't. I mean, it was right there, poking at my pants. We went a little deeper into the woods, then instead of unbuttoning his fly, Marty pulled his pants all the way down to the ground, standing there in just his underpants. Looking at me like a dare or something. It wasn't like he was naked or anything; he still had his shirt and underpants on. OK, so I pulled my pants all the way down, too. It was easy to see that Marty had a stiffie, too, poking out in his underpants, so I wasn't embarrassed about mine. Besides, I thought, we're a Sex Club now. Then Marty pulled his underpants all the way down. His stiffie popped up, and I lost sight of it for a minute when he stooped down to shove his underpants down to the ground. When he stood up again, I could see his whole middle, all white and smooth, and all his legs down to where his pants had dropped around his ankles. And there, sticking straight out, was his dick. I quickly did the same. I was hard and sticking out like he was. We just looked at each other for a minute. First dick I'd ever seen like that, no pants around it at all, just lots of skin. "Rub it a minute," he said, and he reached down and rubbed his dick. I rubbed mine, too, and I think it got even harder. He was a little longer than me, maybe almost four inches. I'm over three-and-a-half inches. Maybe closer to four. But his had smooth skin all over it like mine. And a pink dickhead. And the skin moved under his hand just like it did on mine... I looked up, and Marty was staring at my stiffie, too. "It's nice..." I didn't know if he was talking about my dick or how it feels when you rub a stiffie. He kind of hobbled over to me, dragging his pants around his feet. He fell down and said "Shit!" I laughed. But he grinned and kicked his shoes off, then yanked his pants and underpants all the way off. He really was naked from the waist down. I'd seen him with his shirt off -- we did that a lot in the summer -- but I'd never seen him almost all the way naked. I think I was sort of in a daze, looking at my best friend sitting there on the ground with his legs apart, his stiffie poking right up. Marty got up. "Now you gotta pull your stuff off," he said. If he could, I could. So I did. And in a minute I was naked from the waist down, too. Felt kind of naughty. But good, too. Being naked like that. Like I loved it when I took a bath outside all naked. I could sort of feel the air around me, a little breeze. Marty got up and came over. He reached out and put his hand around my dick. I jumped. I think I got a little dizzy for a minute. First time anybody had ever touched my dick, other than me. It felt... better than when I held it. Marty's hand was warm. I reached out and took his stiffie in my hand. I could feel the heat. And hardness inside. Touching my best friend... there... I could feel my dick getting stiffer! And I sure could feel Marty getting stiffer in my hand. It was different, holding a stiffie this way. I mean, from the front and not from the back. like you do with your own. I let go for just a minute, but his dick didn't drop down. It just stayed there, sticking out, like it was looking at me, waiting for me to hold it again. That pink dickhead... Ok, so I liked my dick a lot. Held it a lot, too, when I went to bed at night. Liked holding it when it was stiff. But this was... different... another boy's stiffie... Marty started rubbing my dick then, so I did the same thing to his. And it was much, much better with him rubbing me! And my hand moved up and down, moving the soft skin over his stiffie... We rubbed each other for a little bit without saying anything. "Let's make it happen," Marty said. His voice sounded a little different, and he was staring at my dick. Make what happen? But I didn't ask. Marty knows a lot more about this stuff -- sex -- than I do. I kept rubbing. And he started making a low purring sound. It must be feeling really good for him, I thought. And I was glad I could make him feel so good. Then I heard myself groan out loud. It felt so good, him rubbing me, and it made me feel all warm inside or something. I got to feeling warm all over. It was kind of scary but it was really nice. His hand moved a little faster, so I did the same for him. "Aww fuck..." Marty groaned. We were never supposed to use the F-word, but almost all the boys at school did. He groaned again and spread his legs a little wider, bending some at the waist. "Don't stop, Eddie... keep... oooo... it's gonna happen..." I suddenly felt his dick stiffen even more in my hand, and then it started to shake or something. Marty's breath was puffing, and his face was all scrunched up. But I kept rubbing because Marty said to. He'd tell me if he wanted me to stop... "Aaaaaa yeaaaa..." I could see his legs shake a little! His belly tightened up or something, and suddenly he shoved his dick hard into my hand. "Ooooooooo ooooooo..." After a minute, he stopped and fell back to the ground. His legs were sort of splayed apart, and I could see his dick and his balls. His dick wasn't hard the way it had been, but it wasn't soft, either. My hand was still warm from his dick... He looked up at me, breathing hard. "Oh, yea..." Then he stood up slowly and took my dick in his hand. I'd gotten all soft when... it happened. But he got me stiff again. And pretty soon I was feeling that warm inside, and it was growing... Was I going to pee? A big twisting inside... "Uuuuuuuuuhhhh..." I couldn't help the sound. It just came out. Marty kept rubbing, and my insides got so... tight I could hardly breathe. And it was making me feel that way all over... My insides almost hurt... I couldn't help but shove my dick into his hand harder, make it bigger, my insides on fire but good so good but big so... big inside... "OOoooooooooooooo..." Something happened inside. It just made me explode, like fireworks inside, like riding down the roller coaster at the county fair, like... and my legs shook... my belly felt funny for a minute... and it happened... "Ooooooooooo..." I think I sounded like a little baby, but I couldn't help it. All tingly all over... all over... Oh, it was so good! Never felt like that before. So good... All of a sudden I realized I was leaning on Marty and breathing really hard. We just stood there like that. This is what he felt, I thought. And I made it happen for him. And he made it happen for me... "You never done that before, huh?" Marty's voice was quiet. I shook my head 'no.' I couldn't talk yet. "And we can do it again, Eddie. You and me. Anytime we want. This is our club, me and you." And it was. Just me and Marty. And that's how our Sex Club started.