A Sexual Life
by Daddy's Boy

This story was told to me by an online friend about his childhood. I have no way of knowing if it is completely true or not, but I took notes for him and decided to write it as he requested. There were gaps of time that he couldn't remember and I decided to fill them in to keep the story going. So parts of the story I know are fiction. The story is about his sexual upbringing and contains a lot of sex between men and boys and occasionally incest. I know that this stuff isn't legal everywhere and not everyone likes this kind of story but for those of you who do here it is.

A Sexual Life - Chapter 2

CODES: t/b, masturbation

It was more than two years later before I had any kind of sex again. It was when I learned to masturbate in that time and though I couldn't cum I really enjoyed what I found out was a dry orgasm. A lot of things happened in those two years that aren't important at all for the story but a few things that happened were very important. For one my mom and dad got divorced. I didn't understand why at the time but I wasn't really all that upset about it. My dad was hardly ever around to begin with so when he moved to an apartment across town from us it wasn't all that different. The major difference was that I now had to spend every other weekend with him and half of every school holiday with two weeks out of the summer as well.

Me and Mom still lived with my grandparents but now my uncle Jed had moved back into the house as well. He took the bedroom that I was sleeping in and I got moved to the basement. It was a full basement and the washer and dryer were down there along with the water heater, furnace and a small bathroom with just a toilet and a shower head coming out of the wall. There was also a ping pong table at in the long section beside the stairs. The clothes dryer was at the end of the table. At the other end in the first part of the longest section of the basement was a weight bench, a stationary bicycle and a long board set up on a metal frame at one end and covered in padded leather. Uncle Jed said this was his homemade slant board. I didn't know what that was so I left all of that alone. It was Uncle Jed's stuff anyway.

The center of the longest section was filled by a pool table with one of those tavern lights above it. At the end of the long section was where my bed had been moved along with my dresser and night table. Mom bought me a lamp for my night table and two more to put on my dresser. Gramps got me a heavy plastic closet that zipped all the way around the front seam to hang clothes in. I inherited a bookcase that had sat in the corner of the living room and housed encyclopedias. It was now beside my night table and all of my books were in it.

Uncle Jed was my mom's baby brother. He was only twenty-two when he moved back into the house after four years in the Army. He built me a sand box in the back yard and taught me how to build a sand fort by filling a bucket with water from the outside spigot He took me shopping every year before school started to buy my school clothes and spent all kinds of money on me. In the evenings I would sit in his room with him and watch old Army movies on his small television. He also taught me to play ping pong and played with me quite often. I wasn't really big enough to play pool so I didn't bother with the pool table.

And that was my life for two years. I would spend a lot of time with Uncle Jed when I was home and spend every other weekend with my dad. That wasn't so much fun most of the time. He had very little furniture and I had to sleep in his bed with him. It wasn't comfortable because it was a small bed and he rolled over on me a lot in the night. During those two years my dad took his vacation from his new in town job in the middle of the summer so he was home with me for the first of my two week visit each summer. The second week I spent time at my other grandma's house while he worked. She always had cakes or cookies for me when I was over there and she had a Cocker Spaniel named Pepper that I played with.

My birthday was in the summer and my mom and dad traded off each year so that one would have me on my birthday one year and the other would the next. I still had two birthday parties every year with kids invited to my mom's party from school and the neighborhood as well as cousins. At Dad's party I had nothing but cousins until my eighth birthday. Just before I went to stay with my dad for the two weeks that summer a woman and her son moved into the apartment across the hall from my dad. I met them at my birthday party because that year it was the fist day of my two week stay with my dad.

Mary, the mother was a tall woman with shoulder length dark brown hair that she kept in a ponytail most of the time. She had brown eyes and smiled a lot at my dad. Her fourteen year old son Warner had darker hair than his mom's that was longer than mine but not long enough to touch his shoulders. His eyes were brown as well but his face wasn't the same as his mom's. Her face was long while his was more rounded. They showed up at the party that was held at the park near my dad's apartment building with a present for me

"Christian, this is Mary," my dad said when they walked into the big shelter house that we were set up in. He put a hand on Warner's shoulder and said, "And this is her son Warner. They live in the apartment across the hall from mine."

"Nice to meet you guys," I said, smiling at Warner. He was older than me but I thought about how much fun it was going to be to have someone closer to my age than my dad to hang around when I had to spend time with him.

"Happy birthday," Mary said, smiling at me. "Your dad says you turned eight today."

"Yes, ma'am," I said. "Thank you."

"He's so polite, Brice," she said, smiling at my dad.

"His mother's fault," Dad said with a shrug and a small smile of his own. "I'm afraid I wasn't around much when we were married so I can't take credit for much of anything Chris does."

"Well it's nice that he's so polite," she said, smiling at me again before she looked at her son. "Learn from him, Warner."

"Yes ma'am," he said with a smirk that made her and my dad laugh. He smiled at me when they weren't looking and stuck out his tongue at them. "Come on, Chris. Let's go see what your cousins are doing."

My cousins on my dad's side were three girls named Dawn, Kristy and Julie. They were my Aunt Rachel's daughters. My cousin Jack was five years old and the only son of my Uncle Dave. I hardly ever saw Uncle Dave because he lived out of town. Jack had blond hair and blue eyes just like his dad while Dawn, Kristy and Julie all had dark hair and eyes like their own dad who I had never met. The girls were all older than me with Julie as the youngest being two years older than me and Dawn being the oldest was still five years older than me. Kristy was a year older than Julie. My dad had another brother who was the same age as my Uncle Jed. His name was Jeff and he was in the military like Jed had been. Dad said that was how he and my mom met. Jeff and Jed were best friends growing up. I hadn't seen Uncle Jeff in a long time. He still lived with my dad's father in Oklahoma before he went into the military. As far as I knew the only time my grandfather had ever seen me was the day after I was born. He came to see the new Patterson baby and then went back to Oklahoma. Dad never talked about him much so I didn't know much about him.

"Hi Warner," said Dawn as we walked over to the swings they were all three sitting on and taking up all of them at once.

"Hi there Dawn," he said and smiled at her. "So Chris is your cousin?"

"Yeah," she said. "Brice is my uncle. He's my mom's brother."

"That's neat," he said. "We moved in across the hall from Brice last week."

We weren't over there long before my dad called us all to the tables so we could eat hot dogs and hamburgers with my aunt Rachel's famous baked beans and chips. After we'd eaten everything on our plates we were set free to play again. This time Warner took me to the sliding board and we took turns sliding on it. Dawn stuck pretty close to Warner and I learned from listening to them that she and Warner were in the same grade in school and would both be going to the high school in the fall. They were both fourteen now. Dawn had just turned fourteen before the school year ended and Warner would be fifteen just after Christmas.

We were all called back to the shelter house again when the sun started to go down for cake and ice cream. Everyone sang Happy Birthday to me before I was allowed to blow out the eight candles and make the wish I wished every year for the last three years, a bike. One look at the table of gifts showed me that I didn't get the bike this year. At least I didn't get a bike from my dad. My mom was still going to throw me another birthday party when I got home so there was still hope.

What I did get were cards from my aunt and uncle as well as Mary and Dad. Each card had five dollars in it so that was nice. Uncle Dave gave me a pair of walkie talkies. They were supposed to be from both him and Jack so I thanked them both. Aunt Rachel got me the Electronic Battleship game. I was really excited by that and thanked her and my cousins for it. My dad got me a Hot Wheels Race Track and a plastic organizer box full of Hot Wheels. The last gift was from Mary and Warner. I opened it to find an electronic boxing game. My dad told me that I had to leave all of my birthday gifts at his apartment. I wasn't upset about that at first because I was going to be there for two weeks.

We didn't get to play with any of my new stuff because the party wrapped up after that. Uncle Dave had to take Jack home and get him to bed. He told my dad that he would see us the next evening. He said he wanted to talk to him about something but they never said what it was. Aunt Rachel had to get up early for work in the morning and the girls had summer school. I didn't know that there was a such thing as summer school. I was just glad that my mom wasn't mean enough to put me in it.

My dad asked Mary if she wanted to tag along with us. He said he was taking me to Baskin Robbins for my birthday ice cream cone. He'd been taking me there on the day he celebrated my birthday for the last two years. She said she would love to so she followed us to the ice cream parlor in her car with Warner. So we headed off to Baskin Robbins where Dad bought me a double scoop of Pink Bubblegum in a sugar cone. We sat in one of the booths and the adults talked to each other while me and Warner talked to each other. Dad told us to keep it down so we were almost whispering to each other the whole time.

When we got back to the apartment Mary came in to have a drink with my dad. Warner and I went to the bedroom to play Battleship. We got a good game going pretty quickly. We were both sure that his mom would come and get him to go home soon so we weren't really trying to play that much. We were talking to each other more than anything. He asked about where I slept and I told him that I had to sleep with my dad because there wasn't a couch and this was the only bedroom. He said that the apartment they lived in had two bedrooms and he had a bigger bed than my dad.

"I don't like sleeping with my dad," I told him. "The bed is little and he rolls on me all the time when we're sleeping."

"I'd hate that," he said. "Why don't you get a sleeping bag and sleep on the floor?"

"I don't know," I said. "My dad didn't think of that I guess."

"Well ask him about it," he said. "That way you won't get smushed in the night."

That's when Mary and Dad came into the room to tell Warner it was time to go home. I had to take my bath as soon as they left so I got a towel and my pajamas out of my duffle bag. Warner helped me put the game back in the box and then we stacked the new stuff together in the corner. I didn't want him to leave yet but I knew better than to say anything. Mary must have seen that I wasn't happy because she told me that I'd see Warner tomorrow. I looked up at her as she spoke and she was smiling.

"You're gonna hang out with us tomorrow while your dad is working," she said. "You and Warner can play Battleship all day if you want."

"Really?" I asked turning around to look up at my dad.

"Sure thing," he said. "Your grandma has to work this week just like me."

"So I'll see you in the morning," Warner said.

"When you come in just climb in bed with Warner," said Mary. "It'll be really early."

I took my bath as soon as they were gone and my dad sat on the toilet to make sure that I washed behind my ears. He talked to me about being a good boy for Mary the next day and then he helped me wash my back. I asked about a sleeping bag while he was washing my back and he stopped. I was going to turn around to look at him but he started washing me again so I stayed still. After a minute he answered me.

"You're growing up," he said softly. "I guess I have to accept that. The bed's awful small too. I know you don't like it when I roll over on you so I'll get you a sleeping bag tomorrow when I get off work. We'll call it part of your birthday."

"Thank you," I said.

"Sure thing, Squirt," he said. "Now rinse off and get out of the tub."

When I got out of the tub and got dried I went into his bedroom and there was a moving pad on the floor with a pillow and a blanket. He told me I could sleep on that for the night and he'd have the sleeping bag when he came home from work. I noticed that something was funny about his voice when he told me that but I didn't know what it was so I didn't say anything. I just settled down onto my pallet and tried to go to sleep. He went in to take his shower after that. I was still awake when he came out of the bathroom. He was naked and didn't bother to get dressed. I couldn't stop looking at his pecker. It looked huge to me. I know that it was a lot bigger than Scott's. He saw me looking and chuckled.

"Get a good look," he said with a smile. "Curiosity is healthy I suppose. Just don't tell anyone that I let you look at me naked."

"I won't," I said as I stared at his pecker. It got all big while I was looking at it. Then he climbed into his bed and covered himself with the blanket.

"Night, Squirt," he said.

"Night, Dad," I said back and then I went to sleep.

Going to bed later than usual and then getting up at five in the morning wasn't exactly something that I could do easily. Even at eight years old I was probably one of the hardest people in the world to wake up in the morning. My mom had always had trouble during the school year and in the summer she just let me sleep until I woke up on my own. Dad had to be at work by six-thirty so he didn't have time to waste in gently prodding me to wake up like my mom does. He just pulled the cover off of me and picked me up. He carried me out of the apartment and into Mary's. She held the door open for him and then he followed her down the hallway to Warner's room and opened his door. All I knew was that it was very cold. It probably wasn't all that cold though I know for a fact that in the midwest the summer mornings can be pretty chilly. Couple that with having just been taken out of a warm pallet where I'd been covered up by a thick blanket and what you got was a frozen eight year old who was clinging to his father for warmth. Naturally the first thing I did when they put me in bed with Warner was latch on to the next warm body I could find. That was Warner's fourteen year old sleeping body. I snuggled close to him and fell right back to a sound sleep.

I wasn't one to lay completely still in my sleep. I never let go of Warner at all but I do remember feeling his hand rubbing my back and I could hear voices coming from what sounded like far away but was really just filtered by a heavy lair of sleep that refused to let go of me. I couldn't make out what they were saying but after a few minutes I knew that it was Warner and Mary talking and they were most likely talking about me. My sleep covered mind finally realized that it was probably time to get up. Now realizing that wasn't going to get me moving. It took me a long time to get from the dazed sleep where I could hear them talking and put together the basic knowledge that they were talking about me to any reasonable sort of wakefulness. It even took me a little bit to realize that the talking had stopped all together. Warner continued to rub my back but that was not the right thing to do to wake me up. That just relaxed me further and put me right back to sleep.

Then I could hear him talking and actually make out what he was saying because his lips were right next to my ear. I also became aware of something stiff and warm pulsing in my hand as well as his constant rubbing on my back. I slowly opened my eyes and lifted my head to look at him. He was smiling at me but a moment later my mind cleared enough to realize what I had in my hand that was stiff and pulsing. In my sleep I'd put my hand through the opening in the front of his boxers and grasped his pecker. It had either been stiff when I grabbed it or it had gotten that way as I held on to it. I thought I was in trouble no matter what his smiling face implied.

"Mornin'," he said with a bigger grin. "You're harder to wake than I am."

"Sorry," I said but I still hadn't let go of his pecker.

"No worries," he said. "You might wanna let go of my dick though. I've gotta piss."

"Oh," I said and let go. I pulled my hand back and rolled off of him. "I'm sorry about that."

"Nothing to be sorry for," he said smiling at me again. "It likes the attention, believe me. I'll be back in a flash, 'k?"

"Okay," I said through a yawn. Even though I had been worried about getting in trouble for touching his pecker I went right back to sleep as soon as he was out of the bed.

I felt the bed move again as he got back in. He laughed when he noticed that I was back to the almost deep sleep again. I was awake enough to not like his laughing at me, but for some reason he took my hand and put it on the front of his boxers. I wasn't sure but I went ahead and reached inside the hole and grabbed his pecker. It got stiff in seconds and I smiled through the fog of my sleep. He let me hold it for a while but I was definitely waking up now. It pulsed again and I liked that. I'd never held another boy's pecker before. I found I liked it rather a lot.

"You like that huh?" he said quietly.

"Uh huh," I mumbled. I squeezed it a bit.

"Yeah," he said. "I like it too."

Then I felt him reach under me and grab my pecker. Mine was already stiff because I was holding his. He did a lot more than hold on to mine though. He started to rub back and forth over it and I shivered from the pleasure it brought me. He rubbed for a while and then I completely lost it. My toes curled and I felt like every place in my body was tingling. It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever felt in my life. I lasted far shorter than I'd have liked. I didn't know what it was but I knew I wanted it to happen again. I hadn't connected it to his rubbing my pecker but when he started rubbing it again it was almost like it was going to happen again all at once. I sighed and squeezed his pecker again.

"You know if you want me to get anywhere you have to do more than squeeze it," Warner said. Then he wrapped his own hand around mine and started to movie it up and down and making me hold it tight. "Do that and I'll blast off like a rocket pretty soon."

"Okay," I said and mimicked what he'd done. Sure enough a little while later his pecker got a bit harder in my hand and then I felt it pulse in a whole different way about six times. Then he made me stop and let go.

"Gotta clean that up," he said with a smile. "Thanks, Chris. That was awesome. I didn't think you were into playing."

"Playing?" I asked. I didn't know what he meant.

"Yeah," he said grinning at me. "Sexy play."

"Oh," I said though I still didn't know what he meant. "Yeah."

"Well then we're going to have a lot of fun together this week," he said raising his dark eyebrows at me.

We got up after that and Warner went into the bathroom with another pair of boxers to clean up. I didn't know what he had to clean up but I did see that the front of his boxers were wet when he got up. I thought back to Scott and all of the stuff that had come out of my butt when he'd put his pecker up there. I thought maybe Warner had made the same stuff. I knew I had a lot to learn and I also knew that what Scott had done to me was really bad. But was what Warner and I had just done bad? I didn't think so, but I still wasn't going to say anything to anybody about it just in case.

He took me across the hall and unlocked my dad's apartment door with a key. I got dressed and grabbed my Battleship game as well as the boxing game before we went back across the hall. Their apartment was a lot different than my dad's. My dad said that his was a straight shot. You came in the door into the living room and the kitchen was behind the living room with his bedroom behind the kitchen and the bathroom off to the left with the door in his bedroom. Mary and Warner had a bigger living room than my dad and there was a hall with two doors that opened into either Mary's or Warner's bedroom. The bathroom was across the hall with a closet next to it. The kitchen was at the back of the apartment.

In my dad's apartment all of the rooms were the same color. The walls were tan and the floor in the living room and bedroom had tan carpet. The kitchen had what my dad called linoleum and it was tan with little specks of white in it. Mary's living room had peach walls and a teal blue carpet. The hall was peach and teal as well. Warner's room had white walls and a dark blue carpet. The kitchen was white with very light blue cabinets and windows. The floor had white linoleum with light blue specks in it. She had light blue curtains over the kitchen window. Her kitchen table was a light wood with four chairs made from the same light wood. Warner and I sat at the table to have bacon and eggs with orange juice.

"You're a real devil to wake up in the morning," Mary said as she put my plate in front of me.

"Yes ma'am," I said. "Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about," she laughed. "It was kind of funny actually. You were plastered to Warner's side and he couldn't get up was all."

"Yeah," I said and then started to eat.

"We sorted it all out though," Warner said. "No problem."

"Good," she said as she sat down with her own plate. "What are you boys gonna do today?"

"Well we didn't get Brice's permission for me to take Chris out of the building so we're gonna hang out in my room and play Battleship for a while," Warner said.

"Sounds like a plan," she said. "I'll talk to Brice about it when he gets home tonight."

And we did play Battleship until lunch time when Mary had put grilled cheese sandwiches on the table with small bowls of tomato soup. We ate laughing about how fast I'd sunk Warner's battleship in the first two games. He told him mom I was a real smart boy and she smiled at me. Then we were back in his room taking turns on the boxing game. He was a lot better at it than I was but I had a great time. We'd played about ten games when Mary peeked in and told us she was going to the store and asked if we'd be all right by ourselves for maybe half an hour.

"Sure Mom," Warner said. "We'll just keep doing what we're doing."

As soon as she was gone from the apartment Warner took off his jeans and smiled at me. He said we were going to play so I took off my own jeans and sat on his bed. He told me to take my underwear off as he stepped out of his boxers. I did exactly what he'd taught me that morning and he explained that what I was doing was jacking him off. I didn't get it but he was sure happy about it so I kept going. I was hoping he'd rub my pecker and make the feeling come again and he didn't disappoint me. He didn't rub it the same way as before though. This time he reached over and did exactly what I was doing to him. My pecker was about half the size of his so it only took his first two fingers and his thumb to hold on to it but he told me I had a big one for a kid my age. It didn't take very long for the feeling to come again and I stopped moving my hand on his pecker while it happened. When it was over my head was all fuzzy for a few minutes and I smiled at him. He just kept going on my pecker so I went back to rubbing his again. He was smiling at me the whole time. Then I had the feeling again a few minutes later only this time it was a lot better. I didn't realize I'd let go of his pecker until it was over. I found myself lying back on the bed and it was like I'd gone to sleep. He was looking down at me and laughing.

"Man you were out like a light on that one," he said. "I was about to get some water and throw it in your face."

"That was really good," I said as I sat back up. I put my hand back on his pecker but when he went for mine I stopped him. "I don't think I'll wake up next time for a long time."

He laughed at that but let me keep rubbing his pecker. Then he stopped laughing and put his head back. His mouth was hanging open and he was making a moaning sound. His pecker got harder in my hand again so I knew he was having the feeling. What I didn't expect what what came out of his pecker. White slimy stuff shot from the end up his chest. Five times it happened and then again but the last one just came out and got all over my hand. That's how I knew it was slimy. He was quiet for a few minutes but he put his hand around mine and stopped me from rubbing. Then he looked at me with a big smile on his face.

"That was awesome," he said. "But don't jack me anymore. I can't take it right now. When you start shooting yourself you'll understand."

I didn't know about that. I was still staring at the slimy stuff on my hand. He must have noticed because he reached over his a dirty sock and wiped it off my hand. I looked up at him and he started laughing. I didn't like him laughing at me and I got a little mad about it. It must have showed on my face because he stopped laughing really fast and looked at me for a minute.

"You know what that stuff is don't you?" he asked.

"The slimy stuff?" I asked.

"Yeah that," he said. "You know what it is, right? I mean you know I didn't piss on you?"

I thought about it for a minute. Did I want to tell him about Scott? I wasn't so sure about that. I'd promised not to ever tell anyone. But Scott had just stopped coming around without telling me why. So I didn't think it really mattered if I broke that promise. But I wasn't sure I wanted Warner to know that Scott had put his pecker up my butt.

"I know that its probably the same thing that comes out of a man's pecker," I said. "I don't know what it is though."

"Well it's cum," he said. "It comes out of your balls where its made."

"Balls make cum?" I asked. It sounded dumb and I know he took it that way, but I meant that I didn't understand how a person's balls could make that stuff. All I ever knew to come out of pecker was pee. I knew that Scott hadn't peed in my butt but I didn't know that stuff had come from his balls.

"Yeah," he said. "I can't explain it all right now. You'll learn about it eventually, but it's the stuff that comes out of your dick and makes a baby when you fuck a girl."

Okay I got the words. I knew the words he was saying. DIck and fuck were words we used all the time in the school yard, but they were insults. It was like the "Yo Mamma" jokes. When someone did something you really didn't like you told them "Fuck you" and when you were being a bit silly around a bunch of your friends and wanted to get them going you told one to "Suck my dick". That's all I knew about those words. I hadn't put them together with anything. I did know that he called his pecker a dick. I wasn't sure that I got that right though so I kept quiet about that. But how did a man fuck a girl?

"Fuck a girl?" I asked finally. "How do you fuck a girl?"

"You put your dick in the hole between her legs," he said. "Its called a pussy."

"That's fucking?" I asked. He nodded. "Okay. And your pecker is a dick right?"

"Pecker, pee pee, peter and all of those are just kids' words for their dick," he said. "Some people call it a cock, but that just makes me think of roosters and then I'm laughing at them. It's a dick."

"And the cum comes out of your dick because your balls make it?" I asked.

"Well yeah but you have to make my dick feel really good before it happens," he said. "Like you did this morning and again a few minutes ago. You know that feeling you get when I jack you off?"

"Yes," I said quickly. That I knew a lot about. I'd never felt it before in my life before that morning but I understood what he was talking about.

"Well that's called an orgasm," he said. "It comes from making your dick feel good. When you get older your balls will start making cum and then when somebody makes your dick feel good the cum will come out of your dick."

"Cool," I said smiling at him. It made a crude sort of sense as he'd explained it. I didn't really understand it all completely but I got what he was saying. "So if I keep getting somebody to make my dick feel good I'll cum one day."

"Well yeah," he said. "But you don't have to have another person make your dick feel good. You can do it yourself."

"I can?" I asked in shock.

"Sure," he said smiling. "You just do to your dick what I showed you how to do to mine and it'll happen."

That was the end of our talking about dicks, cuming and orgasms. Mary came in then with two bags of groceries. We helped her carry the rest in from her car and then we went back to playing Battleship. When my dad came he gave Warner permission to take me anywhere that he was allowed to go and I was told to mind him when I was out of the building. Dad also had that sleeping bag I'd asked for. We went across the hall and had tacos for dinner. Then it was bath time and then I was curled up in my sleeping bag.

For the rest of that week I had jacked off with Warner at least twice a day. In the morning I would wake up with my hand around his dick and we'd jack off when I was fully awake and he'd been to the bathroom. Then we do it again behind an old rusted truck in the vacant lot. We also met up with a group of other kids of various ages in that vacant lot and I learned to play baseball. Warner told me that he'd been on a team the summer before and I thought about asking for the next summer.

Then my dad's vacation started and he was home with me all day every day. I got to jack off with Warner twice that week but no more than that. The rest of the time Dad took me to my aunt Rachel's for cook outs, we got together with Uncle Dave. He had decided to move back to town and he was now working at the same factory as my dad. We went to the petting zoo and fed the animals torn up bread we stopped to buy along the way. Sometimes we took Warner with us and sometimes we didn't. I know I missed jacking off with him. I didn't get a chance to do it in Dad's apartment because even when I was in the tub he was sitting on the toilet to make sure I washed all of the places I was supposed to.

Then I went home and didn't see Warner for a two whole weeks. I did finally get the bike I'd been wishing for though. Uncle Jed took me to a bike shop the day after the birthday party my mom threw for me and bought me a really great bike. He also bought himself a ten speed bike and we rode around the neighborhood usually every day. He taught me a few things about his weights and started me on light weights and the summer moved along. Every other weekend I'd stay with my dad and play ball in the vacant lot during the day with Warner. We'd sneak behind the old truck to get our hands on each other's dicks as often as we could. That was the extent of my sexual education for a while.

School started and suddenly there was homework and after school activities that kept me busy even on the weekends I was at Dad's. Warner had friends his own age now that school was in session again and he spent a lot of time with them on the weekends. So it was a while before I learned anything new about sex.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'd like to hear from you all, but flames will be ignored. You can send me your comments. Thanks to LordRand for editing the story for me.