Date: Wed, 03 Mar 2004 13:57:26 -0500
From: grassofhome
Subject: Childhood part two

Greg's dad was doing well in his business.  So well that they bought a piece
of land abut a mile away in the new section of the development.  Where we
are on a hill about 35 feet above the entrance to the development Greg would
be about 45 feet above.  I know that doesn't seem like much to someone from
the mountains but for Florida it is a mountain.

Greg was busy all day the summer of `98 helping his father build there new
house.  They did all but the electrical and roofing themselves.  Greg and I
were seeing less and les of each other.  By that September they moved.  A
new family would be moving in during Christmas break.  That gave me a few
months of sum bathing nude behind that board fence next to the pool.  It was
a bit lonely but I brought my CD player and headphones.  I tried to keep the
pool clean but without chemicals it was slimy in a week and with two weeks
it was to far gone to swim in.  If it got too hot I showered off with the
hose.  Greg's family had accidentally left behind a few floats and a verity
of lotions.  I ran through the darkest of the bottles shortly and started on
the next darkest.

Helmet came over once and found me dancing nude with my headphones on.  I'm
glad it was him.  He told me that his father had sent him down for a tool
box he they couldn't find since moving but we took a second for a quick
grope and he bent to kiss me again.

I had thought about that kissing and French kissing and it had almost no
appeal for me.  I leaned away.  I told him their was only one place for his
lips.  We made a date to do that the next day right after school.  He bent
down to kiss my cock and flicked my lose flesh with his tong.  He left my
waiting for the next day.

The next day he was already naked and slicked up with tanning oil when I got
home.  I knew I had just under an hour before my sister got home and at 5:05
my father would be home.  If we could avoid my sister we would have close to
90 minutes.

I stepped in the fence door and locked the gate behind me.  I dropped my
book bag at the door and striped as I walked.  I kicked off my Suconiees
while pealing off my three button shirt.  My pants were next and by the time
I was at the same end as Helmet I only had my sox on.  Helmet motioned to my
feet and I held them out for him to strip.  He fondled my right foot for a
while but then ran his hand up to the goodies.

He found the oil and started lubing my bod while I stood.  His left hand
never left my cock while his right hand explored every fold, budge and crack
on my flesh.  He would squirt a patch and them massage it in to my skin.
While we were getting warmed up he told me about the new house.

"Dad bought the lot behind us.  He wants to use horned holly to border the
yards instead of this wood fence stuff.  He said that it spoils the view.
there is a small house on the lot but we will use it for guests from home
and put shrubs around it also.  Do you remember all the plants dad put in
that little green house?"

I said, "their must have been hundreds of them."

"That's right.  there are 500.  Dad had been planning on bordering this
house for a while.  We wont get to swim naked for a few years.  The hedges
will have to fill in.  Why are you Americans so hung up on naked bodies?"

"You were borne here too stud.  Your American to."

"No, Lorie is the only one born here.  I was five when we got here and Greg
was just a new born...  You miss Greg?"

I nodded and told him that it was getting worse.  "My mother has applied for
a membership to the magnet school for the arts." it was a great chance for
me and a lot of people who graduate form their get to earn a living at one
of he theme parks or stage shows around.  Kids my age are pulling down $400
a week.  But that meant I would have very few friends.

"You'll be OK. You can always ride your bike over and hang with us.  I told
Greg that you and I hook up once in a while and that he should join us."

I asked anxiously, "Well...what did he say? Is he coming?"

"No.  He's still bugged at us for some reason.  He won't talk about it."

By that time I was covered with oil he was paying attention to my ass with
his right hand.  He ran his fingers up and down the crack and pressed on the
pucker.  His left hand was still exploring my erection and tight little
balls.  I was as hot as I was going to be but he was in no hurry to finish
me off.

He asked, "do you know Drake?"

"Drake Clements?"

"Yes, he is such a jerk!  You know that when he saw that we were putting in
a pool he had his dad put in one even bigger.  They got one prefab from the
spa store.  Dad made ours.  Then dad changed the filters out so we could
have one of these pools where the water comes all the way to the edge and
Drake's dad had his sent back before it was even in the ground and replaced
it with an even-flow.  We started closing in our porch with glass yesterday.
  I bet it takes him a week to start the same thing.  I hate that effeminate
little sissy. I hate his short body, his curly black hair, his freckles, his
squeaky voice and his whining.."

I heard every word he said but was paying little attention seeing how my
dick was in overdrive mode.  I responded with, "shut the fuck up and do me!"
  he giggled and went to work.

Helmet sank to his knees and started sucking.  Today he took the whole thing
into his mouth. I mean my nuts, sack and rod.  I tried to rock my 4 inch
pleasure stick in and out but he held me still and forced a finger into my
ass hole.  It did not go in easily but got pretty good feeling after he got
up there.  He was sucking me so hard that it hurt a bit but I said nothing.
He probed my piss slit with his tong and sloshed my balls in a poll of
saliva.  I should feel the first wave coming on and my knees went week.
Helmet held me up and continued probing my ass and vacuuming my man land.

The first wave hit with great force and I realized the difference in
intensity of this and doing myself.  I was surprised that the second wave
took almost another 30 seconds, but when it came it nearly knocked me over.
Helmet squeezed me with his shoulder and arms to keep me steady.  It was
in-between the second wave and the third that I realized that the waves had
just as much to do with his mouth as it did with his finger up my ass.  It
was a third, forth and fifth wave that came one right behind the other and
then a few seconds latter the sixth and final wave of pleasure.  I was
literally blinded temporarily.  I though it was the sun keeping me from
focusing but my head was facing the fence.

I was now ready for that kiss Helmet had offered the day before but he
jumped up and ran to the house.   I sat on one of the floats to recover.  He
washed his hands for a long time while I watched from across the pool.  I
enjoyed watching his low hanging balls wag below his ass cheeks and he
squatted by the spigot.  Finely he returned.

"I got some of your shit on my finger and it was grossing me out.  I'm OK
now.  You ready to do me?"

I know it wasn't romantic.  Helmet and I were not about romance.  We were
about orgasms.  He lay on his back next to me and brought his knees up to
his chest.  I understood that he wanted me to probe his ass.  "I've never
done this before.  I don't know what to do.  Can you show me?"

He explained about the prostate and how to find it.  I made an attempt but
just could not get myself to sick anything up a shit hole.  He would have to
settled for a blow job.  I did my best job I could on his seeing how he know
so much about sex.  I took in all the pudding his dick could cook up.  I
swallowed everything.

After he recovered he told me that my dick looked bigger and asked if any
one else was feeding me cum.  I told him that I exchanged hand jobs with a
lot of the boys around and only one other boy and I were sucking each other
but he has just turned eight.  No testosterone there.

"You need some about every day to get the most benefit.  You will need to
find a new source.  I still like being with you but I have a girl friend
now."

"Not a girl!  Why?  Your not old enough yet."

He smiled and said, I turned thirteen last week.  It's time for me to start
fucking pussy.  You'll understand when your older.  We can still hook up
sometimes.  We can use the guest house and make all the noise we want.
Maybe I can talk Greg into getting in on it with us.  It ws tempting but it
was just not going to happen.

I stayed busy with other friends and the occasional visit from Helmet kept
me going.  I was really missing Greg.  To keep me occupied My dad decided to
finish out our basement and give Me and my brother a large room to
ourselves.  It had a private bathroom, a small refrigerator and a microwave.
  We were cool.  The problem is that Jack, my brother got spooked down
their.  He kept seeing spiders where their weren't any.  That left me in a
huge apartment with two full sized beds to myself. I had a door to the
outside but the noise it made when I tried to open it made it imposable to
sneak out at night.

I started my new school in December and Helmet and I got together at the
guest house about once a week.  It was a bit routine, but a routine I would
have never missed.  He was in high school and got out at 2:55.  I was at the
magnet school and went in at 7:"05 and was home by 3:15.  Helmet would be in
the living room of the guest house doing home work or reading and I would
come in through the garage door with the key he made me.  As soon as he saw
it was me he would stand and walk to the back bed room.  He would strip and
I would strip and we would fiddle around a bit and then 69 each other.
While we recovered we would talk each other about school and complain about
our teachers.  At some point one of us would say, "ready?"  and we would go
for seconds. And so it went for about nine months.

School was taking more of my time.  I got in on a banjo application.  I
know.  Who really plays the banjo, but I picked it up after learning guitar
and piano.  At school I was learning the harpsichord and a new instrument
form Appalachia called the hammer dulcimer.  It was cool. I was in plays and
sang in a barbershop quartet of five people...I know.

I met Kyle.  He was a ninth grader and turned me on to smoking.  I liked the
way it made me look and found a girl that smoked.  We really didn't have
anything in common except that she usually ended up working the props in the
plays I acted in and we smoked.  One night between acts we went out the back
door to have a quick smoke and found Kyle in a lip lock with an older boy
wearing a leather jacket and black jeans.  Kyle jumped and tried o run.  The
older boy was bigger and held him in place.  "Introduce me to your friends
Lover."

He had an accent.  I figured it to be Australian.  Kyle stammered a bit and
got out our names.  I stepped forward and said softly to Kyle, "it's OK.  We
wont tell", and I kissed him on the lips.  Leather boy said, "That's a bit
of all right", and planted one on my lips.

I turned to see Black, (the name I gave my girl friend) I decided it was
awkward to kiss two guys in front of her and not her so we got into a
serious make out session.  In the midst of it all she pulled up her T shirt
to show me her tits and them worked he hand down my pants to fiddle with my
hard on.  We all knew we were running out of time and needed to get back to
the stage.  I kissed each of her nipples and whispered, "can I show these to
Kyle?"  She nodded and I patted Kyle on the ass.

To my surprise my hand fond flesh and not jeans.  His pants were around his
ankles and so were leather boy's.  Kyle turned to face me and what I saw
burned into my mind.  Leather had a dark fleshy penis that looked like it
belonged to an old man.  But Kyle -- Kyle had pubes.  That could only mean one
thing.  A new source of testosterone.  His dick seemed small compared to
mine but it was hairy and that's all that counted at that time.

"We have to be back on stage in one minute. Let's go."

To my surprise leather boy came in with us.  I never remember seeing him
before but apparently he was a senior and roamed the halls with the rest of
us.  Leather boy sent back to his seat, I went on stage to sing a part of
"Hi Ya' Hugo" and Kyle and Black set up the props for he nest scene.

The next two years went fast.  Kyle was from a poor family and at the school
on scholarship.  He and I got to be good friends and he spent the night
nearly every week end at my house.  I had that big basement and stuff so we
were free to be free after the family went to bed.

Black and I fucked three times that week and decided that we would rather be
smoking buddies than go steady.  Kyle and I exchanged blow jobs on weekends
and Helmet and I got together on week days. I had one other cock-sucking
friend. The basketball guy.

He and I did it from time to time but we usually played to exhaustion in
basketball or catch or running before we collapsed in my apartment on the
extra bed.  While we were still panting he would jerk down my shorts and
latch on to my member with his mouth.  As soon as he was attached I would
latch on to him an we would tumble around well past the
feels-too-good-point.  I think he looked at our tryst as just another
exorcise to keep our heart rates up.  We would not stop until our dicks were
limp inside each others mouth. He never spent the night, just Kyle.

Kyle had a nice 4 inch rod with large balls.  His nest of pubs were red and
sparse.  His skin was light and smooth.  He had no foreskin but loved mine.
I was still not into kissing or butts but he kept bugging me until I let him
fuck my ass.  After that he told me that he had two sisters.  One seven and
one sixteen.  He said they were both sluts and that he fucked them all the
time.  To prove this he had me over to his house one day after school.  His
sister had stayed home from school and was sitting on the couch dressed in
Goth costume.  Instead of introducing me he grabbed my budge and announced
to his sister, "here's your new stud".  Then he pushed me on top of her.  I
could not believe it when she went for my goods.  In less than a minute we
had our pants around our knees and were hard at it.  Kyle came in with a
bowl of ice-cream and watched from the far chair.  Kyle finished his
ice-cream before we were done so he stripped me while I was still getting
some.  He then went and got his little sister and they watch us together.
As soon as we were done Kyle pulled down his seven year old sisters pants
and offered her to me.  I was overwhelmed at all the sex and I passed so he
did her while I watched and the older sister went to sleep.

I was getting too weirded out by all the slutty things going on and wanted
away from Kyle.  I wondered if I too, like helmet was edging away from boys
and into girls.

By the time I was nine things went from bad to worse.  Drake the Flake's
parents found out that I was at the magnet school and had been trying to get
their kid into the school for a year.  They finally succeeded.  His first
day of school he skipped, I mean actually skipped up to me in the hall.
"Hey Teddy. Were going to be class mates now."  His thin mousy voice and
buck toothed smile made me cringe. "Look faggot, while were at school I
don't know you and you don't' know me."  With that I walked away.

That day he got off at my stop.  I knew he lived near Greg, a mile away, and
asked what he was doing.  He said that he wanted to come in.  "I know you
have your own apartment in the basement.  Greg's dad is finishing out their
basement too.  Helmet and Greg are gong to live down their.  I think their
copping you.  Don`t you hate people that copy you.  There're just jealous"

"Why are you talking?  Why are you still here?  I am not your friend!  Go
away!'  I pointed to his house and my eyes fell onto Greg's house, or where
it would have been if the hedges weren't so tall.  I could still see the
back door but the pool was out of sight.  Drake the Flake's eyes went to
where I was pointing.  He said, "I know about you and Greg."

I snapped out of it.  "What do you know and who told you?"

I know you guys used to swim naked while he was down here and now you want
to swim naked with him but cant because he's mad at you for staring at his
mother."

That was my monument of clarity.  Greg had gotten mad at me that day I saw
his mom and dad rubbing tanning oil on each other and I dropped my shorts to
show him how hard my bone was.  Now that I knew I might work my way back in.
  "Who told you this?"

"Greg and I are best friends now.  We even sleep in the same bed...naked!"
With that I pulled his book bag off his shoulder and tossed it as hard as I
could and yelled, "Never talk to me again you fucking faggot!"

I quit the magnet school that summer and Helmet quit me about the same time.
  I didn't have anything to do with anyone sexually except my basketball
buddy.  My emotions were getting out of hand and I realized that puberty was
on the way.

I saw Greg around the neighborhood from time to time and could not believe
how tall he was getting.  Helmet and Greg were both about 6 feet tall.  He
had also lost a lot of weight.  He was on the track teem and had a part time
job cleaning up after the construction workers in the newest section of the
neighborhood.  At eleven years old I tried to get a job at Disney but could
not work anything out.

Helmet got an old Fiat and puttered it around the allotment often.  One day
he picked me up while I was out playing basketball  with my sports friend.
He offered for us to have tumble in the guest house.  He offered me to bring
my friend.  My buddy jumped in the back and I got in the front seat.
Between shifts Helmets hand stroked my budge.  Once in the house he stripped
slowly to revile his proud eight inch dick.  We both reached out to touch it
at the same time.  "no, no boys.  You guys strip each other first ... slowly.

We put on a show and it was the first time my friend was gentle with me.
Helmet then had us walk over to him and he whipped out a ruler. "lets see
here Teddy...almost six inches.  Now you.  Six and quarter, and is that a
hair.  I looked at my friends dick but Helmet was looking at me.  It was me.
  I had my first pub just before my 11th birthday.  After we admired the
single hair I reached down to hold that eight inch log and he slapped my
hand with the ruler.  "First we get close ups."

"Close ups?"

I never noticed the video camera mounted on a tripod in the kitchen pointed
right at us.  We felt violated and grabbed our closes and dressed in the
garage.

That afternoon  I was chatting on line and longeone8came up.

"you there Teddy?"

"I'm here Helmet."

"I'm sorry.  I want to make it up to you.  Can you come up right now?"

"Why right now?"

"My folks are gone and I have the house too my self.  I though we could make
up."

I just kept thinking about that eight incher and how it must feel.  "I'll be
right there"

"Come to the glass doors in the basement.  I will open the door when you
knock,"

"K"

"K"

I made my way up the hill and in about tem minutes I was their.

I hid my bike in the bushes and knocked on the door.  It wasn't Helmet, it
was Greg.  He was in nothing but a towel and holding a wine glass.  He
opened the door and locked it behind me.  "Is Helmet here?"


Sorry but that's enough for now.  I will finish this story latter.