Date: Wed, 12 May 2004 17:18:33 -0400 From: Captain Swing Subject: Six Years 4 Richard hugged me tight as we walked. "That was real fun wasn't it?" "It sure was, Richard." He giggled. "Guess what." "What?" "No, never mind." "Don't do that. What?" He giggled again and whispered up at me. "My dick's hard again." I didn't disbelieve him at all, but I reached down and groped him. He was right. I looked around: We could see the house and the lights of the backyard but nobody could see us--the light didn't reach that far. I pulled Richard over to the nearest outbuilding, the toolshed. I leaned against the wall and pulled him close, his back to me. As I held him tight with my left arm around his chest I reached down with my right and unzipped him, fishing out his hard little dinky. I masturbated him intently, nothing fancy, just hard and fast. He soon rewarded me with a juicy little handful. I slurped it down as he fastened his pants. "Ewww. That's gross." "Why? You didn't care when I came in your mouth." "That's different. Licking it off your hand is gross." "No it isn't. Never mind. Let's go in the house." "Don't you want me to do you?" "No, I'm not ready. Us old fogies can't do it as often as you young whippersnappers." "Really?" He seemed genuinely surprised. "Like how long would it take you to do it again?" "I don't know. Maybe half an hour. Twenty minutes." "Geeze. I can do it three times in a half hour." "Better watch out. You're going to wear it out." He stopped walking and looked up at me, really concerned. "Really? Can that happen?" I laughed. "No. I'm just kidding. You can do it as much as you want. If you start to wear the skin off you should probably stop for a while, but only because it's sore. You're not going to damage it." He relaxed. "Good. Anyway I don't do it THAT much." "Not more than six or seven times a day, hunh" "No. Maybe three. Or four." I smiled to myself remembering when I was twelve. Three or four was probably a low estimate, at least at first. We reached the house and it was soon bedtime. With Duane in the room I knew Richard and I couldn't do anything. A few years earlier I'd tried subtly to find out if Duane might be interested in fooling around. I didn't like him but I was starved for cock and, creepy as he was, I thought he might have a nice thick twanger to go with his thick body and his thick skull. But it turned out that his mother, the only real Bible-thumper in the family, had convinced him that even jerking off was a sin so he wouldn't do anything. More to the point he was only interested in pussy, very young pussy as it turned out. And I knew he was a restless, light sleeper. The best Richard and I could manage was to reach out our arms from our sleeping bags and hold hands briefly. The next day proved just as frustrating. Richard and I were always caught up in something that kept us apart or, if together, among a crowd. We couldn't slip away anywhere and couldn't even think of trying to sneak in a bedroom or bathroom together: there were just too many people around. By evening I was wracking my brains and finally came up with a risky plan. The whole family was going in a convoy into town to watch the fireworks at the high school football field. Before we left I asked Richard if he had a jacket or sweater. "I've got a sweatshirt, but why? It's hot out." "Bring it anyway. You might need it." He looked at me like I was crazy. I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively. He was still confused but he smiled and ran off to get his sweatshirt out of his bag. I took my jacket. As the family settled in to the bleachers I maneuvered it so that Richard and I sat in the row behind everybody else. It wasn't hard; there was a good-sized crowd but not as big as a football crowd, so there was plenty of room. We suffered through a band concert but once it got dark the field lights were turned off and everyone concentrated on the fireworks show above us. I put my jacket on my lap and reached under it to free my cock. With a few tugs I was sticking up proud and straight, but hidden from view. I reached over and took Richard's hand. He smiled at me and, thinking I just wanted to hold hands, twined his fingers with mine. I pulled his hand under my jacket and heard a delighted gasp as he found my hard prick. He looked at me with a huge grin and pulled his hand back just long enough to open his own pants and pull out his dick, under cover of his sweatshirt. I reached over and stuck my hand under. We sat there watching the fireworks and happily jerking each other off. Everybody was too intent on the show to pay us any mind and we probably would have been safe in the darkness anyway. I'd like to report that we came in unison with the grand finale of the show, but in truth we both came long before the fireworks ended. Richard was first and I captured his load in my hand. I made sure he saw me as I lapped it up; he just grinned and shook his head. I came soon after. As I did I pushed my cock down so most of my load squirted on the ground. I let Richard wipe his hand on my jeans. Neither one of us could keep a silly smile off our face as we went back to the house with our families. That night and the next morning were repeats of the day before and I began to worry that I wouldn't be able to score with Richard again before we all left after lunch. We were actually on the porch, our bags in the car already, hugs and "goodbye"s flying, when inspiration struck. I put my hands in my pockets and pretended to be searching for something. "Dad, I can't find my penknife. I must have left it upstairs in the room. I'll be right back."" "OK, but hurry Brian, we're leaving." "I will. Richard, come help me look." Totally clueless, Richard followed as I ran upstairs. As we went into our room he said "I didn't even know you had a penknife, Brian. Where do you think it is?" "It's in my pocket, dope. Come here." I pulled him over and backed him up against the closed door. I knelt down and had his pants open and his dick in my mouth before he even knew what was happening. He caught on quick, though, and was hard and thrusting away in seconds. I pulled my own dick out and jerked it frantically. In maybe four minutes we were done. He silently grabbed the back of my head and sent four fast jets down my throat. I came thirty seconds later into my hand. I stood up and offered the gooey handful to Richard. He grinned but turned away in disgust as I knew he would. I ate my sperm and leaned over and kissed Richard's lips, giving him at least a taste of me for the road. We fastened up and hurried downstairs. "Did you find it Brian?" "Yeah Dad." I held up my knife. "Good. Say goodbye to your Grandma and let's go." As our cars pulled away Richard and I stared at each other, smiling, as long as we could and I stared trying to figure out how many days it was until I could see him again.