Date: Sun, 28 Apr 2002 08:27:53 -0700 From: mjac4@sunset.net Subject: Arren, Tony and Isaac This story that I'm writing is based on my life, there is some fiction too. I've change names and I tried not to mention locations to keep the people that I love from becoming embarrassed. After all this time of reading others tell about there past, I thought that maybe others would like to read about mine. Tony is the one that I practiced sex with, when I first started puberty. Isaac doesn't enter my life until my freshmen year of high school, so he will be in part 2 of my memoirs. This story is about 40% True and about 60% Fiction. -------------------- Part 1 - A Story about Young Friends Chapter 1 - The Meeting How do I start? Well, it all began on May 20, 1974. That is the day I was born. My name is Arren Porter, and I'm the youngest of three children, and the second son. My sister (Karen) is four years older then I, and my brother (Ronald) is two years older then my sister. That's right, my brother was six when I was born. Needless to say, that I was the pesky little brother that my brother and my sister didn't want hanging around them. But I do know this. I know that everyone in my family loved me very much and knowing that I was a pretty happy kid growing up. We all live on my grandfather's 350-acre farm, in northern California. Grandpa was born in this area and still loves this place as much now as he did when he was just a little kid. Things have changed over the years though, he no longer raises cattle, he's into Peaches and Walnuts these days. Up and out of bed by five in the morning, dragging my dad and sometimes brother with him out to the orchard. They worked the trees for a few hours before breakfast, then grandpa and my dad would head back out, my brother would be push out the door to head for school, along with my sister, I was to follow a few years later when I was ready for kindergarten. It wasn't to bad; the school was only a half a mile from the house. When I was old enough I would be volunteered too help them when my chores where done. Working on the farm keeps you in good shape too. Just look at my grandpa if you don't believe me. I know he is in his early sixties, but I swear he looks like he is in his late forties. Grandma always says that grandpa looks just as good today, as when they were first married, something like thirty-five or forty years ago. I don't know for sure. When I was 12 and in the 6th grade in school, a new kid moved into the area. I met him at recess one day; he was just standing all by himself. I myself not doing much decided to just walk over to him and say hello. He was about as tall as I am, at the time. Something like five-two or three, maybe. He had beautiful long brown hair, and brown eyes. I don't know what just came over me, but I just had to talk to him. "Hi, I'm Arren Porter," I said. I was a little nervous for some reason. Weird, I'm not usually this shy around others. Even my mother had said that I'm a pretty open person. "Hi, I'm Anthony Stoneman," he said. "Most people just call me Tony." I liked the way he talked; he has a really neat voice, for a kid. "You new around here?" I asked. "Yeah, we just moved here last week," he said. "Cool. Where at?" I asked. "One of the houses behind the Highway Market," he told me. "You're kidding?" I said to him. "That's about a half a mile from my house. I live on my grandpas farm, the Porter Farm. Do you know it?" 'What a dumb thing to ask him,' I thought. 'Now, why would he know where I lived? He's only been here for a week. Duh.' "No," he answered. Gee what a surprise. I can't believe I just asked him something so stupid. I can see this friendship is going down the toilet before it even gets started. He probably thinks I'm the dumbest kid in the world. Come on Arren think fast. "Well, if you face the Highway Market, just turn to the right, and go about a half a mile until you came to a road to the left," I started to tell him. "Peach Nut Road, is the name on the sign. Go down the road about seven hundred feet or so and you'll see my house on the right. My grandpa's house is on the left. There are only two houses, because the road dead-ends there." He started to smile and then chuckle a little. "That's funny," he said. "What is?" I asked. "Peach Nut Road, I never heard a road called that before," he was still laughing a little. "I guess it is sort of funny," I said and started to giggle a little myself. "My grandfather named it about twenty-years ago. I think he named it because of the Peaches and Walnuts that he and my father grow." We talked for the rest of recess, which wasn't long, about fifteen minutes more. Since I haven't seen him in any of my classes, we decided to meet after school was out, although we did see each other at lunchtime. I think we were both thinking it would better to hang out after school. When school let out we started walking back to his house. It wasn't that far from the school and as long as we were going by the Highway Market, I thought we just walk in. "Why are you going in here?" Tony asked. "So we can get some orange juice," I said. "I don't have any money with me," he said. "That's okay, my mom works here," I told him. We went into the market, and I saw my mom working one of the four cash registers. Hey, what can I say, it's a small town. Maybe one hundred fifty people altogether. "Hi mom, this is my new friend Tony," I said to her. "Hi Tony," mom said. She was helping one of the sweetest ladies I have ever met, the widow Griffin. I don't know her first name, so I always called her Miss Griffin. I heard that her husband died before I was even born, I don't know how or even when he died. I was told not to ask. Mom said that was impolite. That's the way my mom wanted me to conduct myself, whatever that means. "Hello Miss Porter, nice to meet you," Tony said. "Hi Miss Griffin," I said, in sort of a loud voice. "Oh, hello there young man," she said. Miss Griffin must be in her late seventies or early eighties, so she doesn't hear all that well. But she sure does get around good, she walk all over. I hope I can get around like that when I'm her age, nothing seems to stop her. "Who is your little friend their?" "This is Tony," I said. "Hello Tony. Are you new to are little town?" She asked. "Yes ma'am," Tony said loudly. I think he understood why I was a little louder with her. "That's nice dear," she said. "Mom, can Tony and I get some orange juice?" I asked her. "Yes Arren. Oh, by the way. What are you two boys going to be doing this afternoon?" She asked. "Tony and I were going to hang out together," I answered. "Are you going over to Tony's house then?" She asked. "Yeah, I thought I'd go over for a little while," I said. "Is that okay?" "Yes, just make sure your home by five o'clock, and both of you be careful on that highway if you two are going to cross it," she said sternly. "Yes ma'am," we both said in unison. Even thou the highway didn't have a lot of traffic on it; mom still worries that I might get hurt. Most of the traffic uses the Interstate about six miles to the west of here. But still, the cars that use the road moved pretty fast. I can see why mom was concerned; it must be a motherly thing to always worry about the ones you love. I always made sure that the road was clear before I crossed it, if I had to. Tony and I both grabbed an orange juice from the refrigerator and we headed out the door. Tony's house was just three house's behind the Market. He open the door and we just walked into a house that looked like people were still unpacking. There were boxes still stacked along the walls, just waiting to be sorted out. I heard noises' coming from what I was assuming was the kitchen. Tony led me to the kitchen, there we found his mother hard at work trying to put her kitchen together. "Hi mom," he said. "Hi sweetie, how was your day?" She said without looking at us. She had her head in a cabinet putting thinks away. "Mom, this is my friend Arren Porter," Tony said. She stopped what she was doing, and turned to face us. "Well hello there," she said with a smile on her face. "I didn't know Tony had a new friend with him." "Arren and I met today on the playground at school," Tony told her. "Hi Miss Stoneman," I said. "Sorry I look like such a mess, but I'm trying to put this house together," she said. "I could use a little break. Why don't we all sit for a few minutes?" We sat at the kitchen table for a while and talked. Tony's mother looked like she could a little rest, and us being there gave her the excuse to sit down for a while. After about twenty minutes or so, she sent us out side in the back yard to play. The previous tenants of the house left behind a super neat swing set. Tony and I instantly gravitated to it without either of us saying a word. We talked while we were swinging higher and higher. The more Tony and I got to know each other the better friends we were becoming. I told him just about all the things I like to do, from reading to taking Karate lessons. He seemed really interested in the Karate lessons that I was taking. I told him that I've only been doing it for about a year or so, and I'm not that good at it. My brother started taking lessons about four years ago, so what Ronald did, I had to do also. But I keep trying, and that's all that counts, right? Tony told me about all the things that he liked doing. He loved to go fishing with his dad when his dad had the time. He seamed to be working all the time lately, sense he was transferred to the new mill that was opened up about forty miles north from here. Tony said that he was the new Supervisor for his part of the mill. He also told me that they where still looking for house closer to where his dad worked, so he wouldn't have to drive so far. I secretly hoped that they wouldn't find one for a long, long time. Tony is also an only child. 'Man, that sucks,' I thought. 'He doesn't even have a little sister or brother to tease. And he doesn't even have an older sister or brother to annoy.' All to soon time was slipping by and I had to leave, but we said we would see each other at school the following day, we said are good-byes and I started for home. All the way home I just couldn't stop thinking about Tony. What a cool guy he is, I can't wait till tomorrow comes. When I got home, mom was doing stuff in the kitchen, she only works at the market part-time and is normally home by four o'clock. Grandpa, dad and Ronald were out in the orchard doing what ever they were doing. I heard Karen's radio up stairs, so I knew she was home as well. "Go up stairs and get washed up for dinner," mom said as I walked into the kitchen. "What are we having?" I asked. "Macaroni casserole," she said. "Now get your skinny little butt up stairs, dinner will be ready in about twenty minute's." "Yes ma'am," I said and zipped up the stairs. "NO RUNNING IN THE HOUSE!" I heard mom yell. "SORRY!" I hollered back. I quickly changed my clothes, and went to the bathroom to wash up. As long as I was there I might as well use the toilet. As I was peeing, I kept thinking about Tony. 'Man he's cute,' I thought to myself. Just then my penis started to swell a little. 'What's going on there? I was just thinking of Tony and my dick starts to get hard, weird.' After dinner and a little television, I was sent off to do my homework. I didn't have much to do so I finished fairly quickly. I looked at my clock radio; it was a quarter past nine. I know that my bedtime is nine thirty so I got undressed and jump into bed. What the heck, what's fifteen-minute's, might as well read a little before turning out the light. I grabbed my favorite book off the nightstand. 'Where the Red Fern Grows', I must have read this book a thousand times already, and you can tell. The book is absolutely falling apart; I read it so many times. Besides, my brother gave it to me and I don't have the heart to throw it out and get a new one. Maybe I'll just get a new one and keep the old one for sentimental reasons. Soon I was falling asleep with the thought of Tony in my mind. The next morning I woke because mom was calling my sister and I down to breakfast. My brother's room is down stairs like my mom and dads. So he was already stuffing his face. I know that if I want anything to eat I'd better move it. Mom has things to do as well, and she doesn't cook more then one breakfast a day. If we miss out she always tells us, "the kitchen is closed". I love my mother dearly, but I hate it when she says that. After breakfast, I went back up to my room to get ready for school. I got some clean underwear, and headed for the shower. Karen, was just leaving the bathroom, she didn't eat with the rest of us. She seems to always be on some type of diet. Although, she's skinny as a rail, like mom always says. I'm sure she'll get something before she will leave the house. "Leave me any hot water?" I asked with a smile on my face. "Not a drop," she said, and tussled my hair. "A horny little boy like you needs all the cold water you can get." "Ha ha, vary funny," I have no snappy come back. Once in the bathroom, I stripped naked and got into the shower. My sister had lied; there was plenty of hot water. I started to wash from my head to my toes. Dad, many years ago, showed my brother and then me how to clean under are foreskin without making it to uncomfortable. He said that it would only take just a few seconds to do while we were in the shower. He was right and it's still a habit that I still do to this day. Sometimes when I'm cleaning myself, I've noticed that I enjoy it more now then a few years ago. I like how I start to get hard when I rub it clean. With my morning ritual behind me, I dressed, grabbed my book bag and started for school. Oh boy, I knew Tony would be their today. As luck had it, grandpa was going to the hardware store in the next town up north of here. It's a small town about twelve miles from are little town, and had about fifteen thousand people. Grandpa told me to jump in and he'd take me to school. I was there in no time. I gave him a hug goodbye, and started looking for Tony. The school being as small as it is, looking for him wasn't going to take to much time, I didn't find him. I was betting that he was at home or on his way. I decided to walk over and meet him. Just as I started for his place, I saw him coming. "Hi," I said, running over to him. "Oh hi, you're here early, aren't you?" He asked. "Yeah, my grandpa gave me a ride today, so I'm here before most of the other kids," I said. "Let's go over here and sit and wait for the bell," Tony said. Tony and I walked over to one of the benches to sit, there was a small group of older boys talking and joking near us. Tony and I started talking again, but the other boys were a little too loud. Tony and I stopped talking and were listening to the other boys talking about what we were sure was SEX. This instantaneously grabbed our attention. We heard them using words like, 'pussy', 'cocks', 'coming' and a phrase that Tony and I didn't understand. They said something like 'jerking off'. Then the boys walked off to another part of the playground, still laughing and talking. "Do you know what they were talking about?" Tony asked me. "I have no idea what they were saying," I said. "What's 'jerking off'?" He asked, and I could see that he really wanted to know. "I don't know, but I can find out," I told him. "You can, how?" He asked. "My brother," I said to him. "If anyone knows what those boys were talking about, it will be Ronald." "Where is he, does he go to school here? Can we ask him now?" Tony asked. "No, Ronald is a senior in High school. He'll be home about four o'clock, if he not doing something with his girlfriend or if he doesn't have football practice," I said. Our little town is to small to have a High School; we just have this little school that goes from kindergarten to eighth grade, maybe sixty kids, and most of them are bused in, or dropped off by their parents. The nearest high school is in the same town that grandpa went to today, when he went to the hardware store. So you either take the school bus or drive yourself, if you happen to have a car. Ronald just happens to have an old truck that grandpa gave him when he bought a new one a few years back. Ronald takes vary good care of it, sense he doesn't want to spend his savings on another car, he has been saving every penny he can get his hands on for college. Grandpa knew this, and I think this is why he gave him his old truck. The only thing Ronald had to do, was pay for the license and insurance, a vehicle that cheap is a hard thing to pass up. "I hope he's not doing anything today," Tony said. "I'm kind of curious about it." "Me too," I said. "I'll ask him about it as soon as I can. He knows all kinds of stuff like that. My mom or dad had to sign a paper for him, so he could take a sex education class at his school." "WOW, you mean they show you how to have sex in high school?" Tony asked. "I'm not sure, maybe. Why else would they have a sex class?" I said. "High school may not be as bad as I thought it would be," Tony said. "I've been kind of scared of it. You know, being as big as it is and all." "Yeah, me too," I said. "Do you think you get to pick the person to practice sex with, or do they choose for you?" Tony asked. "I don't know Tony. I'll ask my brother about that too," I said to him. "Cool, let me know as soon as you can, okay?" Tony asked. "Sure thing," I said. Just then the bell rang. "I'll see you at recess, bye," Tony said, and ran off to his classroom. "Bye," I said, and ran for my. 'I wished Tony were in my class', I thought to myself. Recess took forever to come, but it finally did. I ran as fast as I could to the playground to find Tony. I saw him coming out of the boys restroom, I ran over to him as soon as I saw him. "Hi," I said. "Hi, have you thought about how you're going to talk to your brother when you get home?" He asked me as soon as I approached him. Boy he wasn't wasting anytime. I think he was more curious about this then I was. "No, I haven't given it to much thought," I told him, as we were walking back to the benches that we sat at earlier this morning. "I don't think I could even ask my dad something like this," Tony said. "I wish I had a big brother like yours. That way I'd be able to ask him about that sex class thing." "Yeah. Hey, maybe you can come over to my house when school let's out, and we can ask him together," I said. "I'd love to, but my mom wants me home after school to help her with the house. She still needs a little help putting things away. So I can't come over today," Tony said a little disappointed. "Hey, that's cool, I'll let you know what he tells me as soon as I can," I said to him, trying to make him feel a little better, I think it worked, he smiled. "Do you want me to call you as soon as I find out anything? If you do, I'll need your phone number." "NO!" Tony said kind of loud. "I don't want my mom to hear this stuff." "Okay, I'll let you know at school tomorrow, or would you like it if we were out?" I said. "Why don't you wait until we get out of school, that way we wont get into trouble if a teacher hears us?" He said. "Okay, that sounds good to me, but just think. If my brother tells me what we want to know, I'll know something that you wont, for a little while anyway," I said with a big smile on my face. "I just hope school goes fast tomorrow, but when you want it to, it drags on and on," Tony said smiling as well. "I know exactly what you mean," I said. Just then the bell rang. "Got to go, see you, bye." "Okay, bye," he said and ran off. The rest of the day did what Tony said would happen it dragged on. I wanted school to end so I could get home as soon as possible, and talk to Ronald. When it did end Tony and I met out side the school for a few minutes. "I can't stay long, I have to get home and help my mom, I wish I could go with you," Tony said. "Me too, but like I said, I'll let you know as soon as I learn anything," I said. "Okay, see you tomorrow, bye," he said. "Yeah, bye," I said feeling a little down. I wished Tony didn't have to go so soon, but he did. I watched him run off for a few seconds, and then I started for home, hoping that Ronald would be there. I ran most of the way so I could get their sooner. 'Where is grandpa when you need him for a ride', I thought to myself? When I got home Ronald's truck wasn't there. I guess he was still at school, having football practice or he was with his girlfriend. When I went into the house, grandpa and dad were there. They were sitting at the dinning room table going over some paper work. Usually they did most of the paper work at grandpas house, but today they were here and having a cold drink. "Hi son, how was your day?" Dad asked when I walked in. "Fine," I said. "Is Ronald going be home soon?" "I'm not sure, I think he's has practice today," dad said. I think dad could tell that I had something on my mind. "Is they're something I can help you with, son." "No, I just wanted to ask him something," I said hoping he wouldn't press the issue. "Why don't you asked me, you might be surprised at your old man. We old people do have a few years experience you know," dad said. "Speak for yourself, son," Grandpa said. "I'm not planning on getting old for quite sometime yet." Then he started to laugh. "If your mother finds out that I'm not young anymore, she'll leave me for someone younger." "I don't think you'll have to worry about that, dad," my dad said. "You know mom adores you, and loves you very much." "Yeah, I did get a good one when I marred her, didn't I?" Grandpa said. "You better believe it, she's one in a trillion," Dad said. "That she is son, that she is," grandpa said. Then grandpa looked at me. "So grandson, what are you up to?" "Not much, grandpa. What are you and dad doing?" I said hoping to change the subject to something else then what was really on my mind. "Just going over the taxes for the farm," grandpa said. "April is coming up sooner then I want." "Okay," I said, and got a glass out of the cupboard to get a drink of water. Then putting the glass in the sink, I told grandpa and dad that I was going to my room. "Son?" Dad called to me as I was heading out of the room. "Yeah dad," I said. "Will you please take out the trash before your mother gets home, you know how she wants you to have your chores done," he said. Man, I thought he was going to ask me about what was on my mind again. That was a close one. "Sure dad, I'll be back down in a minute and take care of it," I said with a little relief in my voice. After doing my chores, I just sat around in my room impatiently waiting for Ronald. 'Man where is he, can't he tell that I want to ask him something?' I said to myself. 'How dare him not to be able to read my super anxious emotions. Brothers are supposed to know these things. I have to find out tonight, so that Tony wont bite his finger nails off, and for that matter, me too.' Just then I thought I heard a car, I jumped to my feet and looked out my bedroom window. My room just happens to be in the front part of the house, so I was able see anyone coming or going. When I got to the window I saw that it was just mom, getting home from work. But right behind her was Ronald's truck, it's was about time he got home. Man, this has been the longest day of my life. I flew down the stairs, almost crashing into mom. "Hey, what did I tell you about running in the house?" Mom said. "Sorry, I just want to ask Ronald something," I said. "Just be careful, you almost knocked me down," she said. "Okay," I said. Mom went into their room so she could change her clothes, I ran outside to Ronald. He was getting his football gear out of the back of his truck. "Hi Ronald." "Hi yourself. What are you up to?" He asked. "Oh, not much," I said. "Um, Ronald, can I ask you something kind of personal?" "Sure little bro, go for it," he said slinging his gear on his shoulder and then looking at me. "Well, it's like this... well today at school, my friend Tony and I heard something, that I was hoping you could answer," I said to him. I think Ronald could see that what I wanted to say to him was really big, so he just smiled and said. "Come on Arren, we'll talk in my room." I follow him to his room where he put his gear down on the floor by his desk. Then he pulled the chair out and had me sit. He then closed his bedroom door so we could talk in private. Then he sat on the end of his bed, and faced me with a pleasant look his face. "Okay bro. What's eating at you?" He said, I think he knew where this was going. "Well today Tony and I heard some kids talking at school," I started. "Who's Tony, I don't I know him, do I?" He asked. "No, I don't think so. Tony is my new friend, he just moved here last week. He lives behind the Highway Market," I told him. "Oh, okay, please continue," he said. "Like I said, we heard these older boys talking about sex stuff, and Tony and I had a few questions, if you don't mind answering them," I said. "No, I don't mind. What's your questions?" Ronald asked. "Well first, Tony and I heard them talking about 'jerking off'. What is jerking off? Please tell me I really want to know," I said. "Well first off, those boys were most likely just bragging about what they are doing to themselves. Its not really called 'jerking off' Arren, it just a smart-ass way for them to say they have started masturbating themselves to orgasm," he told me. "Master stating, organism. What are you talking about?" I asked. Ronald started to laugh a little. "That's masturbating and orgasm, it has to do with giving yourself pleasure in the most amazing way." "Okay... what? Are you making this stuff up just to humor me?" I said just a little upset. "No Arren, I'm not. Here let me explain a few things to you about the birds and the bees," Ronald said. Ronald started talking about the facts of life. We talked for over an hour about the reproductive systems of both girls and boys. He told me all about the vagina and the uterus and how the penis and testicles work. The stuff called semen and sperm. I thought he first called it squirm, but he corrected me. Then he told me how semen squirts out of the penis during an ejaculation. Now that was it, I had had enough. "I don't believe you, nothing can squirt out of your dick," I said a little miffed. "Yes it does little brother, and when it does, it feels just wonderful, believe me I'm telling you the truth," he said. "The only thing that comes out of your dick, is pee. I've never seen anything squirt out of my dick." I said. "That's because you are still to young, you haven't reach puberty yet," he said. "When you do, you'll be in awe at the pleasures that you'll feel." Just then we heard a knock on the door; Ronald got up to answer it. Mom was at the door. "Hey you two, dinner is ready, go get washed up," she said. "Okay mom," Ronald said. After she went back to the kitchen Ronald said. "Look Arren, after dinner we'll talk more about this in your room, I have something that I want to show you. Will that be okay with you?" "I guess so," I said. I could see the look in Ronald's eyes that he was going to have to convince his little brother that what he was saying was the truth. -------------------- This is the conclusion of Chapter 1 - The Meeting.