Date: Sun, 30 Jun 2002 00:59:55 -0500 From: Justin Kase Subject: part 4 Re: Chad and Jeremy's little bro Thanks for all the emails regarding the earlier parts of the story, I do appreciate the comments. You all can certainly continue sending them to me at sbc_tek@hotmail.com The 4th of July was always a good time as a kid. We would do anything to get the largest cache of fireworks possible. Black cats, smoke bombs, and roman candles were the fireworks for boys, things that blew up, displaced oxygen, or that you could aim at somebody else. There were others, like the Texas Twisters, a more politically correct name than we ever used then, and the M-80, I think it was equivalent to a 1/10th of a stick of dynamite. As soon as the booths opened at the city limits, we would be popping off the fireworks all day and night. It got us away from the pool but also out of the house too. It was the summer I was 10 years old, I know because that is how old I had to be to be initiated into my brother Chad's secret club. I ended up going through several initiation that summer, different activities, and different friends of Chad, and different purposes of that secret club. Chad still thinks that I was the dumbest kid on the block to go through all that and believe I was getting into some secret club. I knew what was going on, but I was very willing to do almost anything they thought of. Mostly because it usually meant me getting naked, doing something with my dick or my hole, and with older boys I really wanted to be around. So it was on the side of the yard that I was first initiated by fire fireworks, that is. The side of the yard was only about 5 feet wide and maybe12 feet long, no windows were on that side of the house. It was a dusty place that grass wouldn't grow because it never got enough sun. It was about as secret a place as we could find, and the wooden pickets of the fence magically kept our voices from being heard by anyone on the sidewalks or in backyards. Or so we believed. That little yard would see many naked dicks, a lot of stroking, and cum mixed with dirt. I started at a young age of 7, comparing little hairless peckers with friends from school. The pool was closed on the Monday before the 4th of July. That didn't mean I couldn't wear my swimsuit like I did on almost every day in the summer. I had been following Chad and his friend David all day. We had combined funds to buy several big packs of black cats. With cheap cigarette lighters, we roamed around the neighborhood throwing them at cats, dogs, mailboxes, rocks, and at each other. Most of the talk was about the secret club. That club was going to do things like sneak out and have a sleep out at the old ghost town just outside of the city. David and Chad knew they shouldn't even be talking about the club in front of me. There were things that I shouldn't know. Of course this made me want to know more. Chad and David had to really think hard as they evaluated whether I was worthy to here such classified information. They agreed that not only was I worthy, but I was of such high moral character that I could become a member of that very secretive club (although, it was going to get a page in the Junior High Yearbook, or so they claimed). To be able to join this club, I was going to have to go through that initiation. They said the other boys in the club wouldn't mind them doing the honors with me. They could do it right now, the best place to do it was that side yard of our house. We went right to it. I had on an old t-shirt that I inherited from my brothers, sleeves cut out, the sides cut down almost to the waist, a faded 6-Flags emblem on the front. My swimsuit completed the outfit, covering my little white butt and little pink pecker. That was the first test of the initiation, my dick had to be larger than a black cat fire cracker wasn't that amazing that a black cat was used year round as a standard? I was worried right away that I would now measure up. I pulled down my swimsuit and let David put a black cat right up against my dick. I had a little shaft and a cute little dick head about the size of a decent sized jelly bean. Even if they didn't count the fuse, I was still a little short, especially when David pushed the black cat into the soft skin above my dick. David was willing to give me a chance, because as he pulled on the head of my dick, it seemed to be able to stretch longer than the black cat. I would have been happy now anyway, I had David pulling on my dick, that was pretty close to sex to me then! Chad agreed but I would have to get hard to prove it. Sounded reasonable to me, and I started shaking it, but David didn't mind helping at all. He stroked as well as shook my dick. Phew! I made it! I made it about half the head of my dick. I could clearly see David's dickhead pressing his swimsuit out towards me. He grabbed it and adjusted it, easing the strain on the cloth. He saw I was looking and he went to teasing a little. He pulled the front down, just to the top of his dick, allowing me to see a line of thick brown pubes. Pubes fascinated me then, I would take a look at any chance I got. And I did get a quick glimpse of his boner, it bounced up and down as he flashed it at me. That made sure I had a boner too. It was time for the second part. This one involved the M-80s, the ones that had been hidden in Chad's bag of fireworks. It also involved me turning around, bending over and spreading my legs. The view of my pink little hole got both of them giggling. There was a quickly explained, and quickly thought up, process that I was expected to do to more closer to club membership. I felt a finger press right against my hole. It wiggled, it pressed, it started to gain entry. I tried to relax and let that finger go in. I felt a rough little finger push in a couple of knuckles worth. My dick was rock hard, I was sweating, I breathed in little fast puffs of air. After a minute or 40, David announced that he thought "it" would go in. Chad told him to spit on it first, so it would be able to slide in. David spit in his hand, told me to keep looking forward, and pressed something hard and round on my hole. A little more spit was needed and Chad let a line of spittle hang out of his mouth and lower onto my hole. I felt a burning sensation, almost ripping me open, but then it popped in. Now, I had an M-80 in my ass, the most powerful firecracker known to boys in the world. At first I was expected to hold it there. Then they said I couldn't more or run away while they tried to light the fuse. It was a matter of trust they said. I had to trust them enough that they could put their lighters right up against the fuse, trusting that they would not light it. I stayed as still as I could, I felt the heat of the lighters very close to my butt. What worried me was Chad's aim, I shared a bathroom with him and I knew how bad his aim was. There wasn't much wallpaper left around the toilet, and I hated the way my socks would stick to the floor when I pissed. I jumped when a lighter got too close, I thought for sure that the fuse was lit. I reached back there, to pull the lit fuse, but I found nothing but hole. First thought; the fuse had already burned passed my hole and it would be a second before my asshole would be blown wide open. I brought much entertainment to Chad and David. They laughed but said I had sucked in an unlit fuse up my ass. David had a solution to a second chance, another M-80. As that one went in with another pop, it felt like my dick was being pushed out from the inside. I was afraid to breathe deeply, I was on my tiptoes, my asshole was clamping down hard, and my dick demanded attention. I pranced around a little, and then was told to bend over and hold still. I could feel the M-80s rub together and put even more pressure on the other end of my dick. I felt a lighter very close to my hole, then Chad yelled out that David had lit it! There were all kinds of "ah shits", "ah hells", and "oh fucks" as the next step was contemplated. The idea to shit was quickly processed by my brain and I strained to get rid of the two firecrackers! In rapid succession, I shot out first one and then a second superball, mini ones, those little rubber balls with extreme bouncing ability. Chad and David, boned up, rolled on the ground laughing at my ass. I was mad but it didn't last long, then the relief set in so fast. But I was standing there, naked, holding tightly to my dick and balls, and I started to laugh with them. Well, I was in the club, at least for now. I spent the rest of the day with a feeling in my ass that kept my mind thinking of not much more than that. I didn't really know about jacking off, but I really should have done it right away. I had a boner most the rest of the day, and even woke up with it. It was only when I got swimming the next morning, did I realize I didn't have a boner any more. I think I did jeopardize my club membership that afternoon, when I lit the entire package of black cats in Chad's back pocket of his jeans. He didn't pull them out until they had numbed his butt. There were several holed in the pocket, inside and out. It wasn't a real smart move with regard to my wardrobe either. Those would be my jeans next summer. BTW: I am going to Chad's house for 4th of July.