Date: Wed, 19 Jul 2006 21:21:14 -0700 (PDT) From: Scott Wilson Subject: Discrete Transactions Part 2 GM/YF Although the following is based on true events, all characters and locations are purely fictional. If you are under 18 or this type of writing is illegal in your local, please stop reading now. ***************************************************************************** The second part of this series reveals the meaning behind the title and gives an insight into the secret lives of the boys involved. ***************************************************************************** Discrete Transactions, Part Two The next morning I fuzzily woke up right before the alarm clock went off and immediately became aware of two things: my morning wood was buried in the matress, aching to be relieved, and it was raining. As I stood at the toilet and urinated I thought about the sensations I had felt for the first time with my dick, now sticky from the hand creme I had used the previous day. I felt guilty to a certain degree, because I knew what I had done was taboo, but at the same time I felt I had done something amazing. It was like watching a movie on the old black and white set my grandparents had and then seeing it again in color, the difference was that stark. My thoughts soon drifted to something that was more important, at least for the time being. Rain meant one thing in my line of work, and that was no work. I didn't dare think about cutting grass when it was wet, and after turning on the radio and hearing the weather report calling for rain and thunderstorms over the next three days, I knew I had to find something else to do. In 1980 there was far less for kids to do than today, and in the days before the Internet, home video games, and cable tv with 300 channels of nothing, we were forced to find our own fun. In the summer months that meant playing outside all day, not sitting at a computer for hours on end. A rainy day back then put even more of a damper on an active boy's life than would be felt today by a couch potato kid. Even Little League practice was cancelled! Little did I know then that my quest for something to do on a rainy day would have such a profound impact on my life. As I sat at the dry bar eating my breakfast, clad only in my tighty whities, I started to think of things that I could be doing that day...only to painfully realize that most of my life involved outdoor activities. I finished off my breakfast and went back and stretched out on my bed, and then started to think about what had happened the previous day. While I still felt guilty about it, I now had more questions. What was Mike talking about when juice would squirt out of my dick? I had an idea of what fucking was, but in actuality I didn't know what it was all about. To me back then it was the Mother of all dirty words, not something you did with a girl. I sure didn't know what an orgasm was all about, but I knew what I had experienced twice that day was the best feeling ever. As I thought about those feelings my dick had once again sprung to life, and I slid off my tighty whities and started to touch myself. My privates felt different somehow, and as I let my fingers caress my sack and those two mystery grapes inside of it, the urgency to have another orgasm took over. I grabbed the hand lotion from the night stand and squirted a good sized glob into my hand and then slowly worked it onto my stiff dick, doing the same doorknob turning motion as the previous day, but this time slower and more deliberate. As my hand did its magic, I thought about that busty blonde in the centerfold, imagining that she was in bed with me doing this decadent act. I started to whisper,"Oh yes...keep doing that...don't stop...yesssss", and then my whole thought process changed in an instant. In my visions now was Mike's naked body, his boyboobs bouncing in front of me, his white bare hips and hairless thighs moving in a rythmn that was in synch to the stroking of my hand. His hands rubbing my shoulders ever so slowly and deeply...now those very hands were on my even stiff dick,his right one doing the twisting motion while his left tickled my ballsack. My crotch was thrusting involuntarily foreward, trying to push in deeper and deeper... The sensation hit me with brute force, my breathing had hit its peak and then started to slow down, my chest beating with a frenzy that throbbed everywhere, my eyelids refusing to stay open but instead blinking uncontrollably. I was drenched in sweat, and as I relaxed and put my arms behind my head I could smell the faint muskiness of my bald underarms. Now my thoughts were different, it was like in the span of a nanosecond I had stopped thinking anything remotely sexual. As my dick went back to its baby sized inch lenght I felt the intense urge to pee once again, and when done I hopped right into the shower. I needed to get that greasy feeling off of my dick, and as I soaped myself up the hightened sensitivity made me hard again, but this time I would ignore my new best friend in favor of something more important. I had to show Mike this new trick! By now it was just past none A.M. and Mike would be out of bed by now. I phoned Mike, and his Mom answered on the third ring. She called for Mike and then he answered, "Hey Scott. Lovely day huh?" "Yeah, but I got something to make it better!", I excitedly told him. "What?" "Well...I can't say over the phone, but trust me you'll love it. Can you come over?" "I dunno, the rains slowing down, but I can bike over. It better be worth me getting drenched!", he said followed by, "I'll see if I can get a few bucks from my Mom for Pizza for lunch?" "Okay", I said, "I'll see you in a little bit. If you get drenched I'm sure I have something you can change into. Oh...can you sneak out that centerfold?" "Maybe. I'll wrap it around the top tube on my bike, the put the pad over it." "Cool. We'll need it!" "Whatever you say Scott. C'ya!" We said our goodbyes and I started to think of how to approach Mike about jacking off together. I wasn't worried about getting caught because my Mom would be asleep until three or so, but I still felt a little bit wierd about what had happened the previous day. To prevent my Mom from being woken up by the phone ringing or the doorbell going off, my phone had a flashing light connected to the ringer (along with an answering machine courtesy of my father)and the doorbell was silent, a separate flashing light let me know someone was at the door. A sign had be put up to remind visitors not to knock, but instead to only ring the doorbell. About a half hour later the doorbell light flashed and a soaked Mike appeared at the door. I let him in and immediately noticed the streak of water he had that ran from the back of his shirt to his ass of his jeans shorts. Unlike my ten speed with splash guards, he rode a supercool Redline BMX bike that was stripped to the bare essentials. No splash guards on that ride! "Haha you got SOAKED!" I exclaimed to which he responded by giving me the bird. He brought his bike into the entryway and then took off the his shoes and socks,saying to me, "So what's this big deal all about?" "I'll show you, but you gotta get out of those wet clothes", I said realizing at once how weird that felt coming out of my mouth. I motioned for him to follow me into my bedroom area, and then I handed him a pair of sweatshorts and a t-shirt, and then went to grab him a towel from the bathroom. When I came back into the bedroom he was standing in front of me naked, his arms akimbo and I couldn't help staring at his body. His dick looked like a cocktail wiener above his shriveled sack, and I suddenly had the scary urge to put it in my mouth. as freaked out as I was feeling I couldn't help staring at it! "Hey dumbass, can I have the towel or are you going to dry me off yourself?" Mike said, breaking my train of though from his body. I threw the towel at him and then he dried himself off, slowly and almost delibertly as if he knew I wanted to look at him. He started off with his head and worked down, and when he was finished he whipped the wet towel at me and asked what the big surprise was. He was about to put on the sweatshorts, when I stopped him and said, "You'll want to keep those off', and he looked at me like he knew what was going to happen next. Mike sat down completely naked on my bed and I sat next to him and for a few moments there was this awkward silence between us. He then asked if I could get under my covers because he was getting cold, and I pulled the sheet and blanket back as a signal for him to go ahead. He stretched out on his back and pulled the blanket midway up his chest and the put his arms behind his head, exposing his bare white armpits and giving me a good view of his small boyboobs. I couldn't help but look at them. "OK Scott, what's so important that I got my ass soaked riding over here?" Mike asked with a smile. "You ever use hand creme when you rub your dick?" "No. Why would I?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing! "Oh man, it feels like fucking incredible!", I exclaimed, making use of a new favorite word. "Especially how I do it." "Well aren't you special", Mike laughed and then said, "I bet you can't wait to show me what you do?", throwing off the covers and exposing his rock hard three incher and now relaxed sack to me. I stuck out my thumb to represent my dick, and then showed him the doorknob twisting motion that had taken me to new heights of extasy. His face lit up, but then his expression changed to one of disappointment. "I couldn't do anything like that at my house, with my Mom and sister around alot I couldn't dare do that. If I got caught with my shorts down and lotion on my dick and hands my Mom would fucking shit!", he said and then after a few moments finished with, "I bet that feels great too!" "The best, I bet its like being with a girl", I replied. "I can't do that at home, it's way too risky. Sometimes I have to go into the basement and hide in the laundry room to do it...oh man I want to feel that!" I really had no idea where Mike was leading me to, but I really wanted him to try this new thing. "Mike, you GOTTA try this out! It's just fucking mindblowing awesomely incredible!" I practically yelled. "Just do it!" I said and handed the pump bottle of hand lotion. Mike just laid there with the lotion bottle in his hand, staring at it like it was the Hope diamond or something. The silence was getting to me, and finally I moved my hand in a masturbation gesture, but still he didn't say anything to me. It was like he wanted to say something but couldn't come up with the right words. Nothing could have prepared me for what came out of his mouth next. "I'll...I'll...I'll give you five bucks if you do it for me", Mike said slowly, avoiding eye contact with me. I was floored...beyond floored...way, way beyond floored. It was like he just told me the President was his real father. Mike put his hands over his eyes, looking terrified over what he had just said. I knew that what we did in his bedroom was totally taboo, even without really knowing exactly what we were doing. This went ten steps beyond that, asking me to touch his dick and then offering to pay me to do it. There was another surpise to follow. Mike looked at me and then said, "I'll give you five bucks AND that centerfold I brought over if you do that for me. I swear I'll never tell anyone!" He now had my full attention. While it may seem like nothing now, back then five buck was a dencent amount of money for a kid my age. It was the equivalent to what I was paid for cutting a large and a small yard, almost two hours of my time. The centerfold was the real prize, I mean back then any porn was almost impossible for a kid that age to get his hands on, and this was a hot centerfold! Today I wouldn't be making any money cutting grass, and it could be like that for days. I shocked myself when the following came out of my mouth, "Where's the money? And the centerfold?" Mike looked at me with a smile and then said, "In my shorts pocket, and the picture's under the top pad on my bike" I got up off the bed and went to pick up his drenched shorts, and inside the right front pocket was a soggy five dollar bill. I placed the bill in my nightstand drawer,then grabbed the centerfold and pulled it out of the plastic wrap. He had put it between the foam pad and sleeve of his bike's top bar pad so it was all rolled up. I handed the centerfold to Mike, and then said, "You'll keep this a secret right?" "Yeah, oh like I'm going to tell my folks I gave you my pizza money to rub lotion on my dick!" he laughed, and the said, "Well, what are you waiting for?" I knew my time to back out of this was almost up, but I realized that I couldn't stop now. Mike opened up the centerfold and spread his legs apart for me, exposing his hard cock that was ready to be massaged. I couldn't bring myself to touch his dick yet, so I started gently caressing his right let, feeling the smoothness under my hand. I had never dome anything like that in my life, and the sensualness of the action was making my dick extremely hard. I knew what I was doing was gay, but I just couldn't stop. I pumped a good sized dollop of hand creme into my right hand and spread the cool lotion around my fingers. The smell reminded me of how a baby smelled after being bathed. I rubbed the slick goo around my fingers some more, warming it up a bit and then put my thumb and index finger together and twisted my hand over his cock. Mike immediately let out an intense moan and pushed his hips into the air. I slowly did an up and down twisting motion, and watched the expressions on his face while he stared at the naked woman. His face and body contorted and it seemed like his dick was getting even larger in my hand. After about three minutes his body stiffened and the tense breathing suddenly relaxed as his dick started to twitch in random waves like streams of Morse code off of a telegraph. He begged me to stop and I did, and all he could say was, "Holy shit...that was awesome!!!!" I felt funny about the whole thing at once, here I had just broken on the the ultimate taboos in touching another guy's dick and then to make it worse I was paid to do it! I went into the bathroom and washed the greasy slime off of my hands and Mike walked in, still completely naked. I knew he was going to pee, but then he stopped and said, "Could you hold it for me? I don't want that stuff on my hands." Suddenly I felt different about what I had done. It was a simple act I had done on myself the night before, and now I was made five bucks to do this to someone else. Easy money, and a whole helluva lot easier than cutting grass. I stood behind Mike and wrapped my arms around him, reaching down and aiming his soft member toward the bowl. He let out a sigh of relief and then gasped a little as I rubbed it up a down a few times to shake off the last drops of urine. I then grabbed a washcloth and turned on the hot water, and lathered it up and then washed off his now reddened crotch. He smiled at me as I rinsed the soap off the washcloth and took off the white suds from him. I dried him off, and then we went back into the bedroom where he put on his borrowed clothes and sat on the bed. We sat in silence for a few moments and then he got up and told me he had to go, that his Mom wanted him to be back to go get groceries. I suspected that he was lying, but I didn't press him. He threw on his wet shoes and then stuffed the socks in the pockets of his shorts, and then wrapped them along with his shirt on his bikes handlebars. Before he opened the door Mike looked at me and said, "Would you do that again sometime? I mean just for the five bucks?" "Yeah" "Good, 'cause that was my only centerfold!!! C'ya Scott, maybe we can do something tomorrow?" With that he walked out the door and rode home. Would I do "something" with him tomorrow? You better believe I would! Especially if it was another discrete transaction.