Date: Sat, 23 Oct 2010 03:19:28 -0700 From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com Subject: Just Like Scott, Chapter 4 Just Like Scott Chapter 4 Gone for a Swim "What the?" I woke up and caught a flash of my bed mate jerking away and rolling toward the wall. As consciousness settled in, I realized my friend, Tommy, had been doing something to arouse me from sleep. I sat up on my elbows and blinked the fuzziness from my eyes. I saw the sheet pulled down and my boner poking out of my unbuttoned fly. Realization dawned on me. "You were touching my wiener." I said to Tommy, who was doing a really lousy impression of sleeping. "Huh, what?" Tommy attempted to say in a sleepy voice. "Don't try and fake it." I said. "You were messing with me." Tommy rolled over and peered cautiously at me. Relieved to find a smirk on my face instead of a snarl, he grinned back and said. "I just wanted to see how it felt like. You felt mine last night, but I didn't get to feel yours. And, it got a boner and I couldn't quit touching it." Then he added, "I'm glad you're not mad." I smiled and said, "Nah, I'm not mad." Then I asked, "You still wanna touch it?" "Can I?" Tommy asked. "Sure, it feels good getting touched." "Sweet." Tommy exclaimed as I lay back down and put my hands behind my head so I could watch. Tommy reached slowly over and began stroking my swollen wiener and felt my balls. "How come yours has this skin but mine don't?" Tommy asked, as he pinched the blob of skin dangling off the end of my wiener. "Cuz they cut yours off when you were born." I said. "Nuh-uh. You made that up." "No I didn't. It's true. Ask Mike if you don't believe me." "I'm not asking him that." Tommy scowled. "That's embarrassing." "Then I'll ask him. He tells me anything I ask about." I said, somewhat proudly. "I can feel the big bump part inside your skin." Tommy said. "Can it come out?" "Yeah, but it's really tight, so I only do it when I wash it and when it's soft." I explained. "Can I see it?" "Okay, but lemme do it, since it's got a boner." I replaced Tommy's fingers and gently pulled the foreskin back until the purple head popped into view. I slid the skin back a bit more and let Tommy examine it. "It's pointier than mine and it's really purple." He said. "That's cuz it's full of blood and squeezed so tight." I explained. "If you squeeze yours real tight it'll get purple too." "How do you know this stuff?" Tommy asked. "Umm, my mom told me that it had blood in it when she taught me about washing it in the tub." "Your mom told you that?" "Yeah, when I was little." "Was it embarrassing?" Tommy asked. "No. I was little then." Suddenly, a noise in the hall alerted us to quickly grab the sheet and pull it up. The bedroom door opened and in walked Mike with a big smile on his face and one of my mom's aprons on. Tommy and I started giggling. "You look gay in that." Tommy said. "Oh yeah? Well, you look gay rubbing Sammy's dick." Mike shot back. Tommy and I looked at each other in shock. Mike cracked up. "Oh my god, I just made that up, but you really were rubbing it, weren't you?" Neither of us answered. We didn't have to. We were busted from our reaction. I couldn't believe it. We were caught. Tommy grabbed a pillow and buried his head under it like a turtle hiding in his shell. I just stared at Mike. I was afraid he was gonna be mad. He silently mouthed the words, "Did you tell him about us?" I shook my head firmly from side to side. He smiled and winked. "Good." He whispered. "Breakfast is ready. I made waffles and BACON just for you, little friend." He said. "So hurry up and finish playing with your little sausages and come get some bacon." He was the only one laughing at his little joke as he headed back into the kitchen. "Is he gone?" Tommy asked from inside his shell. "Yeah, he is. You can come out now and I'm hungry, so let's go eat." I said. "I want some bacon." I reached down and pulled my skin back over the head. It was easier now it had started to go soft. Tommy peeked out and then tossed the pillow aside and climbed over me and bounced out of the room saying, "Ohmahgawd, I'm soooo embarassed. He's gonna think we're gay." "Nah, he don't care. I know he don't." I assured Tommy as we headed down the hall. "I thought you guys would get dressed for breakfast." Mike said, as we walked into the kitchen. "We're dressed in our undies." Tommy said, matter of factly. "You guys are weird." Mike said, smiling as he sat down at the head of the table. "Hey! These aren't waffles, they're Eggos. Tommy said. "Same thing." Mike answered. "Nuh-uh, my mom makes real waffles and they're bigger and not so crunchy." Tommy insisted. Mike reached across my plate with his fork and speared an Eggo off Tommy's plate and said, "Okay then, I'll just take it back." Tommy rescued it mid-air and said, "Hey! Leggo my Eggo!!" We all laughed and divided up the bacon. "Only two pieces?" I complained. "Yeah, well that's all there was in the open package." Mike explained. Tommy got up and went to the cupboard and fridge and came back packing the peanut butter and grape jelly. He loves grape jelly. I poured an excess amount of maple syrup over my Eggos. Tommy proceeded to smear peanut butter and a massive amount of jelly on his Eggos. "That's weird." Mike observed. "It's how I like it." Tommy said. I had already eaten both my pieces of bacon and Tommy hadn't eaten any of his yet when I pointed and said, "Look at that giant spider." "Where?" Tommy cried out, looking away in the direction I pointed. I quickly grabbed one of his bacon strips and shoved it in my mouth. "Hey! That's not fair. Give it back." "Too late." I mumbled. "Give it back!" He demanded. "Awright" I said and leaned over and spat the chewed chunk of pork fat onto his plate. "There you go." Mike and I started laughing, but Tommy got mad. "Ohmahgawd. You suck!" Tommy shouted. "No I don't." I said, still laughing, "Mike sucks, I spit." I burst into total laughter and looked at Mike for approval of my great joke, but now he wasn't laughing. Instead he was glaring with a warning look to shut-up. Then, Tommy did something totally unexpected. He grabbed my last Eggo and slapped it onto my chest, syrup side down. I was shocked. "What the?!" I started, "Are you crazy?" "Serve you right." Tommy said. I retaliated by grabbing his jelly covered Eggo and smashing it into the side of his face and down his neck. He tossed it off onto the floor and with his other hand threw a punch at me that glanced off my chin. This put him close enough to put him in a headlock. He jerked away, sending his wooden chair skidding across the tile floor and we ended up on the ground, rolling around, flailing at each other. I vaguely heard Mike's voice saying things like stop it and knock it off, but it didn't really register because I had lost my temper and was in a rage. Because I was bigger and stronger, I ended up on top of Tommy, pinning his arms and letting go to punch him in the chest then quickly grabbing his arm again so he couldn't punch back. He was screaming bad names at me and kicking his legs and squirming to get free when suddenly, I was hoisted by my butt, straight up into the air. Mike had gotten two fistfuls of my boxers and lifted me like a crane off of Tommy and set me down on the tile away from him. Tommy was crying. "Jeez, you two." Mike said angrily. "Knock it the hell off! You're supposed to be friends." "He started it." Tommy sobbed. "Did not!" I denied. "Did too!" "You smashed me with my Eggo, so you started it." I said. "You stole my bacon." Tommy replied. He was right, but I didn't want to admit it, so I just stuck my tongue out at him. He stuck his out at me. "Both of you are jerks and you both have to apologize." Mike said. "Get up!" We both stood. Tommy wiped his trickling tears off with the back of his hand. We were both covered in sticky syrup and grape jelly. "Sammy, you stole his bacon so you apologize first." Mike demanded. "sorry." I mumbled. "Louder." Mike insisted. "Sorrry." I said loud and long. "Now you, Tommy." Mike said. Tommy sniffed and wiped the last of his tears away with the palms of his hands and said, "I'm sorry." "Shit. Look at you guys." Mike said. "It's good you didn't get dressed for breakfast. At least, you only ruined your underwear. But how do I explain why you got grape jelly stains on your boxers?" Mike asked me. Then, looking at Tommy, he asked, "Do you have another pair of briefs in your backpack?" Tommy nodded yes. "Good. Here's what you're both going to do. NO ARGUMENTS! Strip off your messed up underwear and give them to me. I'll go in the laundry room and try to use the stain remover stuff on them and then soak them in the sink out there. You two will go get in the shower together and get cleaned up. DON'T step in any of this mess and track it onto the carpet. And NO MORE fighting. If you do, I'll come in there and kick both of your little asses. Got it?" He demanded. "Got it." I said, sheepishly. "Got it, Tommy?" Mike asked. Tommy nodded, yes. "Okay then. Give me your underwear." I stripped mine off and handed them to him. Tommy just stood there frozen. "Well?" Mike said impatiently. "He's shy." I said. "He has a tiny wiener and he doesn't want you to see it." Tommy stuck his tongue out at me. "Stop it." Mike warned. "Look, dude, you're going into 7th grade next year. You're gonna be getting naked and showering with a bunch of dudes you don't even know. Some of them will have big dicks and hair and giant balls, but most of them will be little and hairless just like you. No one cares. Yours will grow when it's your time for it. That's just how it is, so get over it. Now drop 'em and go shower." Reluctantly, Tommy pulled them down and stepped out of them and handed them to Mike then turned and run off to the bathroom covering himself. I followed slowly, being careful of where I stepped. When I got to the bathroom, Tommy had already started the water running. He bent in and felt the stream, then stepped into the warm water jets. I closed the front door and opened the back shower door and stepped into the back of the tub. Tommy soaped up and then offered the soap to me. I took it without speaking. "I need to get wet first." I finally said. He scooted over and I stepped up into the water flow. It felt good to wash off the sticky mess from our fight. I got a handful of shampoo and handed him the bottle. Our bodies bumped and rubbed as we showered side by side. I was rubbing the shampoo in my hair when Tommy started giggling in his high pitched voice. "What?" I asked. "You look like a punker." He explained. "Your hair is all sticking up and spiky." I slid the rear shower door open and peered into the mirror. I did look crazy and I added to it by pulling it upward into a soapy Mohawk and then formed three spikes in it. We both laughed. "Hey, look." He said, "I'm my dad." Tommy put soap suds on his face and above his wiener. "I got white hairs like my dad." He said, laughing. Soon we were joking and laughing together and we took turns washing each other's backs. It felt good to have his slippery hands rubbing over my back and he even rubbed on my butt a little. I also enjoyed rubbing his and spent extra time rubbing his butt. My wiener got hard from doing it. "I got a boner." I said. "Look." Tommy glanced down and giggled. "Can I touch it again?" he asked. "Yeah. Can I touch yours again too?" I asked back. It felt so cool to have the warm water splashing on us as we stood face to face rubbing. I poured some conditioner in my hand and used it to rub his wiener with. Being so slippery, I didn't even pull his skin up and down any more; I just let his head part slip through the ring I made with my thumb and finger. He started sighing. "Ohmahgawd, that feels awesome." He said. He used some conditioner on mine, too and it did feel good. I liked the slippery feeling. All of a sudden, he stopped rubbing me and leaned against the wall, pressing both palms to the tile. He was panting. I knew what was happening and I rubbed faster. "Ahh." He said and jerked. Then he jerked again and his knees buckled. I stopped rubbing his dick and grabbed him. He slid slowly down and sat sideways in the tub. "Ohmahgawd, ohmahgawd." He said over and over as he reached down and squeezed his little nub in his fist. His knees were pushed up toward his chest as he sat scrunched sideways in the tub. I took over rubbing my own wiener and moved to the end of the tub and sat down. A warm mist splattered over me as I pumped my wiener fast and furious. Soon, the powerful tingles started coming. I felt them tingling in the end of my wiener first. I decided to sit down at the back of the tub. My balls got tight feeling and then I felt tingles up inside my butt. Suddenly, the crazy good shivers shot through me and I twitched and twisted. The sticky juice oozed out again this time and I rinsed it away in the warm shower spray. I rested my head back against the tile wall, stretched my feet down touching Tommy's butt and left foot and looked at Tommy, looking at me. We both busted up laughing. "Are you guys laughing in there? You guys are nucking futz." Mike said, walking into the bathroom. "I'm glad you're friends again, but get out now and get dressed before it gets too hot outside for the chores." Then he added curiously, "Why are you sitting down?" He opened the shower door and laughed. "Oh, I see." He chuckled. "Playing a little 'Gay-aim' I see. I smiled up at him and Tommy clapped his hands over his tiny package. "Seriously, you guys get out now and let's get the outside chores done." Mike said. When he left, Tommy and I looked at each other. His look of horror cracked me up so bad I started laughing my butt off and he started to laugh from me laughing. I got out and started drying off and so did Tommy. "That's the greatest thing you ever show me. Thanks." Tommy said as he dropped his towel and headed out. "You're welcome." I said. "Now get back here and hang up your towel." After we dressed, we all headed out into the yard. It was already pretty hot outside. We went to the garden shed and I dug out the pruners and 3 pair of gloves to cut down the rose bushes with. I got a pair of mom's gloves for Mike to use. I did the cutting, cuz I know how mom wants it done and they wheeled the "green waste" trash can over and filled it with the branches. Tommy got bored quickly and wandered off, but Mike stayed and helped me until it was done. Tommy was shooting hoops when we made him come over and help pick apples. Mike and I climbed and Tommy caught the apples we tossed down to him to put in a basket. Sometimes, I would toss one directly into the basket to see if I could make it. Mom hates me to do that because it bruises them, but mom's not here. Lot's of things happen when mom's not home, I thought. I was glad for the shade of the apple tree and was glad we did the roses first. Still, when we finished, it had to be over 100 degrees and we were all sweating bad. "That's it I think. No more ripe ones." Mike said. "Yeah, let's go put the apples in the fridge in the garage like mom said to and I call first shower." I said. "Nuh-uh." Tommy said, "first one there goes first." And he sprinted off. "Jerk." Mike said, picking up the basket. "Run to the side door; it's unlocked." He urged. I did, and Tommy and I arrived at the bathroom door at the same time and I pushed him aside just in time to squeeze in first. "Hah, I win." I said. "You cheated." Tommy complained. "No, I didn't. I won fair and square." I said. "But, we can just shower together again." I suggested. I didn't want to start another fight. "Okay." Tommy said and started stripping while I started the water. We both climbed in and were washing up in the luke warm water. It felt good. I just started rubbing soap on Tommy's back when the back shower door opened and in stepped Mike, totally naked. Tommy's eyes popped out of his head as he looked at Mike's big package. "Mind if I join you?" Mike asked. "I'm so hot and sweaty, I can't stand myself." "Umm, sure." I said. I reached up and adjusted the shower head so it sprayed farther out and Mike could get some water on him. Tommy just stared at Mike. "He's got a big one, huh?" I said to Tommy. Tommy looked up at me, then at Mike and said, "Ohmahgawd." Then added thoughtfully, "Was it that big when you were in 7th grade?" "Nooo." Mike chuckled. "I wish. Actually, it was more like Sammy's, except for being cut." "Did you get yours cut when you were a baby, too?" Tommy blurted out. "Yeah, dude. That's when they do it, thank God. I'd hate it to happen at our age." "Wow!" Tommy exclaimed. "You think mine will grow as big as yours?" Tommy asked. "Maybe, who knows?" "I'm getting out." I said. "It's too crowded. You want me to finish washing your back first?" I asked Tommy. "I can do it for him." Mike offered. "Then you can do mine," he added, looking at Tommy. "Okay, cool!" Tommy exclaimed. I slid past Mike and stepped out, closed the shower door and started drying off. Even though it was my idea to get out, I felt a little left out all of a sudden. It was like Mike was more interested in being with Tommy and I was feeling sort of sad. I wanted to wash Tommy's back again and Mike just butted in. I heard them talking behind the frosted glass and just wanted to get out of there, but I also wanted to listen, so I dried off slowly. "How's that?" Mike asked. "Feels good." "Pull your cheeks apart and I'll wash up your crack for you." Mike offered. Tommy made no response. "What?" Mike asked. Tommy repeated something too softly for me to hear over the shower noise. "Yeah, sure if you want to." Mike said. "Go ahead." "Cool!" Tommy said, plenty loud. Then, he started giggling uncontrollably. I'd heard enough. I hung my towel and went to get dressed. I plopped on the couch and got involved in Mario Kart. I'm not sure how long it was before they finally came out, but it had been a while. Tommy bounced around like usual and Mike was all smiles. "What should we do now?" Tommy asked. "We could ride bikes or go to the park." Mike suggested. "Nah." I said. "Too hot." "We could play hide and go seek in the house." Mike suggested. "Nah." I said again. "We could just play PS2 together." Mike said. "Nah, that's boring." I was being difficult, but I didn't care. I was still grumpy about being left out in the shower. "Well what DO you want to do then?" Mike asked. "If we were at Tommy's, we could go swimming in his pool." I said snidely. "Maybe you'd rather go there." "Good idea!" Tommy shouted. "I'll call mom and see if we can." "Really?" Mike said, all excited. "I need to swim to stay in shape for Junior Olympics coming up. That would be great." Tommy called his mom and I could tell it wasn't going good by the way he was acting. I was secretly happy. He handed the phone over to Mike. "I see." Mike said into the phone. "Well, I guess that would be okay if you think it is. My dad works at Durfee College and I help teach swim lessons there too, so I have a free pass, but I would need to go to my place to get it and to get my suit. Okay, thanks. Bye." "What?" Tommy asked. "Your mom said the chemicals in your pool are all screwed up right now, but she offered to take us all down to Durfee Rec for the afternoon and we can swim there." Durfee Rec is this great sports complex right by Durfee College and the city helped build it so the community shares it with the college. It had tons to do. There is a basketball court, and racquetball, big swimming pools, exercise rooms, and a great lunch place with pool tables, ping pong and an arcade. I'd been there with Scott a lot and with my mom and dad a few times. You can even make your own ice cream sundaes and you pay by how much it weighs. And even better, there is a movie theater that shows movies for only two dollars. "Cool." Tommy shouted. "I can play Dance Dance." "Big deal." I said. "Wow, who pissed in your cornflakes?" Mike asked sarcastically. I just shrugged without looking up. "When you finish this race, go get your suit and a towel. I'll get some money from the envelope your mom left for us." I didn't answer and he and Tommy wandered off to Scott's room together. I played 3 more games before the doorbell rang. "Hey, little friend, I asked you to get off and get ready, remember?" Mike said on his way to answer the door. I still didn't answer but shut my game off and tossed the controller aside. I went in and got my bright yellow board shorts and my superman towel. It was Tommy's mom and we all piled into her black Mercedes and headed over to Mike's apartment complex. Mike disappeared through the gate to go get his stuff. While he was gone, Mrs. Davis started asking me and Tommy questions about what we had been doing. Tommy chatted on about all the fun we had and even said we got in a kind of argument at breakfast but didn't give all the details. I just gave short one word answers like good and okay and yes, ma'am. Mrs. Davis studied me in her rear view mirror and I think she assumed I was still mad from our argument at breakfast, but she didn't ask and I didn't offer any help, so we all fell into silence. "Let's go." Mike said, jumping into the front seat with a small duffle bag. "Mom, did you bring my stuff?" Tommy asked. "Of course, sweetie." She answered. "Did you bring my floaties?" He prodded. "Yes, dear, I did." She confirmed. Mike turned around and looked at him quizzically. "I wear floaties, cuz I'm scared of the big pool." Tommy answered Mike's unasked question. "Tommy almost drowned in our pool when he was five, so he likes to wear floaties, unless he's in our shallow end." Mrs. Davis explained. "He freaks out if his head goes underwater." I added unnecessarily. Tommy shot me daggers. "Well, maybe I can help you out with that, little dude. I help teach the eight year old swim class at Durfee and I help them get over that fear. We'll work on it if you want to." Mike offered. "Really. You'd help me?" Tommy asked hopefully. "Sure." "That's so nice of you. Thanks." Mrs. Davis said, beaming at Mike. "Great." I thought. "Just great. I'll just go sit by myself while Mike teaches baby Tommy to swim." My mood darkened. When we arrived, I got out and headed straight in to the check-in counter. I gave them my name and age and waited for Tommy to come pay. I headed to the boys locker room and Mike stopped me. "We have to go in the men's. That's only for twelve and under." Mike said. "We are under twelve." I said nastily. "I know, but you're almost twelve and you're going into junior high and I'm definitely over twelve so come in here with me." Mike said, tugging me over. I jerked my arm away and headed into the men's lockers. Tommy and Mike shared a glance and a shrug as I stormed off. I felt on the verge of tears, but I wasn't going to let them see me crying. I sat on a bench and opened a locker in front of me. I kicked my shoes into the open locker and peeled off my socks and shirt and tossed them in as well. The place was deserted except for one college guy in the showers. I could see his head and chest over the low tile wall that separated the locker area from the showers. The other two sat next to me and began undressing without speaking. "Let's go for the free time swim first." Mike suggested. "We can play around and have some fun before the lap swimming starts and then I can try and teach you to put your head under water during the lap swim time." I was dressed when Tommy started blowing up his orange floaties. "Little dude, you don't want to wear those here. Trust me on this. There might be guys you will be going to junior high with in there that might see you wearing these things. They could start teasing you big time." Mike said. Tommy looked panicked. "Look, we'll stay in the shallow end. Okay?" Mike suggested. "But it goes clear up to my neck even in the shallow end here." Tommy complained. "So," Mike said, "You breathe with your mouth and nose. We won't dunk you, I promise." "I might." I said smirking. Mike shot me a disappointed look and I felt tears coming again. "I'm going to the pool." I said. "Which way?" Mike pointed at the shower area. "You have to go through the showers, and you have to rinse off in the showers before you go to the pool." "Okay." I said and left. The college guy in the shower was a kinda fat and it looked like he had a tiny wiener and balls tucked under his big belly. He ignored me and I rinsed off quickly and followed the sign to the pool deck. I jumped in the deep end off the diving board and saw Nick from school and swam over to him. I was glad to see someone I knew. He was there with two friends I didn't know and soon we were playing Marco Polo together. I practically forgot about Mike and Tommy until the whistle blew for free swim to end and lap swim to start. "We gotta go." Nick said. "Okay, see ya." I said, sadly. "HEY! SAMMY!" Tommy squealed. "Look at me!" He dunked his head under the water, pushed off the side of the pool and swam all the way across to the steps without dog paddling at all. "Mike taught me! Isn't that awesome?" He was bouncing up and down in the water extremely proud of himself. "Great." I said half-heartedly. "I gotta pee." I went into the lockers and they were full of the free swim people changing. I walked over to where the urinals were and I passed by Nick who had just taken his suit off and was drying his wiener and balls. He was about as big as me and was cut, like most guys are, but he had a little patch of brown hair down there. That further depressed me. I wondered if Mike was wrong about junior high and if I would be the only one in gym class next year with a skin covered wiener and no hair. "What if Tommy even starts getting hair before school starts." I worried. I hurried on past and pulled my shorts and boxers down in front with my thumb and held my little friend out of the way to pee into the urinal. I didn't try to peel the skin back and the pee shot to the side a bit from going through the skin. I needed to pee so badly, it felt like I was holding a fire hose. A tall college guy came and stood next to me wearing a basketball uniform and started pulling his shorts down with his left hand. I felt his eyes on me and I glanced up. He was looking down at my wiener and balls and I thought, "Great. Even he's staring at my bald little wiener." I glanced at his when he got his shorts pulled down. It was kinda short really. I couldn't really tell about his balls because he didn't drop his shorts below them like I did. I had a good view since he was so tall and he didn't hold himself with his free hand like I do. I was surprised, though, to see he had skin over his wiener just like mine. I felt a little better somehow not being the only one. I looked up and he smiled at me, shook off, squeezed a few more drops out of his dangling skin and left. I was done, too, so I pulled my shorts up over my boy parts and flushed. Nick was gone when I walked back by. I went out onto the pool deck but Mike and Tommy weren't there. I went back to the lockers but I couldn't see them there either. It was mostly cleared out by now and I wondered if they dressed and went inside the main area. I decided to get dressed and go see when I heard my name. "Sammy." Mike called. "There you are. C'mere." I was glad they hadn't just ditched me. I cheered up a little. I walked over to the shower area where Mike was. No one was in the showers and Mike was peering around an open door on the side of the showers. "Put your towel out there on the hooks and hang your suit on the hooks inside the shower by ours then come in here." Mike said. I followed his direction and stepped carefully across the wet tile to the door Mike had come out of. I opened it and found a room full of steam and a hissing sound coming from a corner. "Up here." Mike's voice called. I couldn't see him, only hear him. I made my way carefully through the steam to where his voice came from and climbed up two levels to the top one where I could finally see Tommy sitting in the corner and Mike next to him, both naked. I started to cough from the steam burning my lungs. I turned and sat on the wet tile. It felt weird on my bare bum. I tried to lean back against the wall, but it was too far and uncomfortable, so I sat back up. Mike reached out with his arm and directed me backward to the wall with his big strong hand on my chest. I slid back and my legs lay straight out in front of me with my calves dangling over the side of the tiled ledge we were sitting on. I started coughing again from the steam. "Don't breathe so deep." Mike suggested. I took shallower breaths and it didn't burn my lungs as bad. I started to enjoy the feeling of the heat inside and out. I closed my eyes and relaxed. It felt nice to be next to Mike again. It seemed like we were getting back to normal. Our arms and legs touched and we slipped against each other with even the slightest movement of our sweaty bodies. "Are we allowed?" I asked. "Not really." Mike answered. "But if we get caught, I know the guy in charge today so he won't get mad at us or kick us out." "Okay." "You like it?" Mike asked. "Yeah, not at first, but I do now." I answered. "Me too." Mike said. I felt his hand grip my thigh. He started slowly rubbing up and down my thigh from my knee to my tummy. Sometimes, he would grip it tightly and massage it sort of. After a while of that, he began rubbing my tummy and over to my other leg but he couldn't reach too far down that one. It felt so nice. I looked over and he was doing the same thing to Tommy. That bothered me a little, but not too much. At least he wasn't just doing it to Tommy. Then he slipped down and rubbed across my wiener and balls and quickly I popped a boner. He would rub it a bit then move back to my belly and thigh. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed it. He reached down and took my hand and placed it on his wiener. It was totally hard. I gripped his giant stick and started to rub it for him. He started back rubbing my leg and tummy. I realized the hissing sound had stopped. I opened my eyes and the steam didn't seem quite as thick. I closed my eyes and fell back into the trance of his touch and of touching him. He started to moan softly. Suddenly, the door opened and we heard older teenage sounding voices. We all jerked to attention and I instinctively covered my boner. I saw Mike and Tommy do the same. The steam was still too thick to see more than just dark shapes but it appeared to be a couple of tall, college type guys. One was way tall and one was just taller than average. The tall one had to stoop to get in the door and they sat on the first ledge right by the doorway. My boner had now shrunk away, but I kept it covered anyway. I looked over at Mike for a clue what we should do. He still had his covered too. The steam kept getting thinner and thinner. "Man, these two-a-days are killing me." The shorter guy said. "Me too." Tall guy agreed. "The coach sure yells a lot." Short guy said. "I know." Tall guy agreed again. "It seems he's always yelling at me, too." "Jeff, get in the lane. Jeff, do I need to draw you a map to find your position? Jeff, why don't you just send a telegram before you pass it so everyone will know where you're going with the ball." The shorter guy mimicked the coach in a gruff voice. "Yeah. Well, trust me, I heard my name plenty too." Tall guy said. "Yeah, but did he tell YOU to take off your granny's panties and start playing like a man?" The short guy asked. Mike snorted out a laugh and the two of them looked up, realizing for the first time they weren't alone. "Hey, you kids know you're not allowed in here, right." The shorter guy, Jeff, asked. "Umm, really? Oh, sorry. We'll leave." Mike said, innocent sounding. "I don't really care, but if you get caught, you could get thrown out, you know." Jeff replied. "Yah, well, we're done, so we'll leave. Thanks." Mike said and slid forward. Tommy and I followed behind. As we filed past the two college guys, I could see them clearly. The really tall guy was the one that had been standing next to me at the urinals. I could see his whole package sitting there with his legs spread open and it was pretty small. Definitely, smaller than Mike's or Scott's. The shorter guy's wiener and balls were pretty big, about the same as Mike or a little bigger. His was cut like Mike's too. I wondered if getting your wiener cut as a baby made them grow bigger or something. Although, it hadn't worked for Tommy yet, if that was true. I looked at the face of the tall guy and he grinned a bit and winked at me, for being a fellow member of the skin clan, I guessed. We got outside and started showering. We finished quick and started drying before we spoke. "That was close." Mike said. "I know." I agreed. "Ohmahgawd, I bout freaked out." Tommy said. We all laughed nervously about it as we dried off and dressed. We headed for the main lobby and to the cafeteria. We ordered pizza slices and sodas and then we made killer hot fudge sundaes. Mike paid with the money mom left us. "Wanna see a movie, or go to the arcade?" Mike asked. "Arcade!" we blurted out together. "Okay, let's go." Mike said and we bounded off. When we walked past the pool tables, the Jeff guy and the tall guy from the steam room were playing a game of pool. The tall guy smiled at me again. I smiled back. "What you wanna do?" Mike asked. "Let's play the shooting game." I suggested. I liked that one a lot and get extra play time on it. "I wanna do Dance Dance." Tommy objected. "I don't like shooting games." "I don't like Dance Dance." I said. "Besides, we can all play the shooting game." "Alright," Mike said, "We'll go to Dance Dance first and then we'll finish off at the shooting game. I wanna see how good Tommy really is at Dancing." I sighed loudly and said, "Okay." Tommy had to wait for one guy to finish playing. Then Mike put the quarters in and he started. He really was good at it. He got long stretches of perfect and the machine announced loudly, "good job!" and "perfect set" or "you're doing great." Tommy was kicking it and got extended play over and over. A crowd gathered around and Mike kept feeding quarters. He went on forever and I was so bored. People started cheering him on and he was all into it. Mike was right there cheering and clapping and feeding quarters. Tommy was bouncing and spinning and showing off a little. I had to admit, he was really good at it. "What a dumb thing to be good at," I thought. Finally, he got to a level he couldn't keep up with, but he had reached a third highest ever score on the game and got to put his name on the list. Everyone cheered and started to move away. "Good job." I said half-heartedly. "Did you see that? I kicked it. That was so awesome." He said. "Yeah, you did pretty good." I said. "Pretty good?" Mike said, "He did amazing. He was all over it. I couldn't believe how fast it got going and he was jumping all over the place. You're gonna be amazing at the school dances, little dude." Mike complimented. "Let's go do the shooting game now." I said. "Oh." Mike said looking into his palm. "I think I got carried away keeping Dance Dance going." I got enough for you to play one game still, though." Tears stung my eyes and a hard knot stuck in my throat. "Never mind." I said angrily. "Let's just go then." "We can't. Tommy's mom won't be back to pick us up until 5:30. We could go swim again, that's already paid for." Mike said. "Yeah, I can practice doing my head under water again." Tommy said, excitedly. "I don't want to." I said. I shoved my hands in my pockets. "Don't then." Mike said disgusted. "We don't need your attitude." "Gimme the quarters." I said, holding out my hand. "Ask nice." Mike insisted. "They're my quarters." I shot back. "No they're not." Mike said firmly. "Are too; my mom left them for me." I said. "And you spent most of it on Tommy's stupid dance game." "Wow. Is that it? You're jealous?" Mike said. "Here, take them, but don't leave this area." Mike opened his palm and I snatched the quarters and stormed off toward the shooting game. I glanced back at Mike walking to the lockers with his arm around Tommy. I think he was telling him how awesome he was for being able to do that stupid dance game. "Who cares?" I fumed. I played one shooting game and without even getting one extension, big red letters flashed, "GAME OVER .TRY AGAIN." "Yeah, right." I grumbled, "If I had any more quarters." "You good at this game?" a familiar voice asked from behind me. I looked to see the tall guy from the steam room standing behind me. "Sort of, I guess." I said. "I got some extra quarters, let's see you do it." He said and put in two quarters. "You wanna help?" I asked. "No, I'll just watch." He said. "Okay, cool." I did much better this time and got a couple extended plays and went up five or six levels. "You are good at it." Tall guy praised. "Thanks." I said. "And, umm, thanks for paying." "You're welcome. I'm thirsty, you want a coke or something?" He asked. "Nah, its okay." I declined. "No, really, let me buy you one. I bet you really want one. You're just being polite, right?" "Well, yeah, I guess." I agreed. "I'm Devon." He said, stretching out his big hand. "I'm Sammy." I answered. "Where're your other friends at?" Devon asked, as we walked to the soda counter. "They're being jerks." I said. Devon smiled. "Oh." We talked about all kinds of things. Devon is going to be on the freshman basketball team at Durfee College and so he's here practicing during the summer with the other freshmen. He's from a town about 200 miles away and living in the dorms. He likes music a lot and so do I, and he even played the clarinet in junior high and high school. How crazy is that. He asked me if I wanted to go see his dorm room. He said he has a sick stereo system in it. "Nah, I gotta stay here 'til my ride comes." I said. "When's that?" Devon asked. "5:30." "That's 45 minutes from now. We got time. It's like two buildings over." Devon said. "No, I better not." I said. I just got weird feelings about it in my tummy. "I got some great music that I could download onto a CD for you, if you wanted." Devon enticed. I really wanted some music for my iPod before going to junior high. I had gotten Scott's old iPod when he got a new one for Christmas. This was really tempting. "Is it REALLY close?" I asked. "Yeah, look." Devon pulled out his phone and then showed me a google earth map on it. "Here we are and here is my dorm." "Wow that's cool." I said. "You wanna see your house on it?" He asked. "Okay" "What's your address?" "2438 Maple Street." I told him. He entered it and zoomed in and I was amazed. You could see the whole yard, like the garden and the apple tree and even my bicycle lying by the garden shed. "So, what you think? Wanna come over to my crib for a minute?" Devon said, almost pleadingly. "We could do something fun together in a half hour and be back in time for your ride." "Like what?" I asked. "Just fun stuff." I really wanted to, but at the same time, I really didn't. I just had a weird feeling about it. "Well, I better not." I finally said. He looked defeated. "Okay, maybe another time then." "Yeah," I said, "Maybe." "Well, you wanna go back in the steam room together for a while?" he asked. "I'm not allowed, remember." "Ahh, no one really cares. Besides, if you're with me it will be okay." He assured me. "Okay, I guess." I was bored and broke now and didn't have anything else to do. We walked back to the locker room and he took me to the team locker area. I felt important being in there. We shared his locker and got undressed. I wrapped my towel around me like he did and followed him back into the main lockers and over to the shower area. We hung our towels on the wall hooks and entered the steam room. It was empty and we sat on the first ledge where he and Jeff had been. "Ahh," Devon sighed leaning back and spreading his legs. "I love the heat on my bod." "Yeah. Feels good." Looking at me he said, "It's pretty cool that we're both uncut. I noticed it at the urinal." "Yeah, I saw yours too." "I saw you checking it out. I'm glad I got my foreskin, really. When I was your age, I sorta hated being different, you know, but now I'm older, I like having it to play with." I smiled. "Cool." "Does it bother you, being different?" He asked. "Not too much, but mine is just like Scott's, so I never really thought about it much before. I never saw too many other guys' wieners before." I said. "Who's Scott?" Devon asked. "Oh, he's my big brother. He's friends with Mike, the guy I was in here with before." I explained. "Oh." Devon said. "And, Scott's uncut too like us then, huh." "Yeah." "Is your dad uncut, too?" Devon asked. "Umm, yeah, I guess he is. I never really thought about it before, but, yeah, he is." "Cool." Devon said, sitting up straight. "Any other friends got one like us?" "I don't know." "Oh, okay." "So, umm, do you, umm, you know, play with it ever?" Devon asked cautiously. I took the opportunity to show off a little and said. "You mean masturbate?" Devon blinked in surprise and said, "Oh, wow. You do know about it." "Yeah." "Ever do it with someone else before?" He asked with a big, sly grin and a wink. "Yeah." I said, matter of factly. "Really?" He said, obviously encouraged. "Who?" Now I was getting myself into a mess again. "I just shrugged and said, "Just some guys." "Guys?" Devon asked, "So more than one?" Now, I was ready to end this before I got tricked into telling something I didn't think I should. So I turned the tables and asked him, "So, you done it with other guys before?" "Yeah, lots." He said, "Jeff, the guy in here with me before . He and I did it after you and your friends left earlier." He confessed easily. "Oh." Was all I could think of to say. "Would you want to try it with me and see if it is as fun doing it with a different uncut one like when you did it with your brother?" Devon asked, finally getting to his point. I looked over and he was boned and stroking his slowly up and down with his right hand. I looked at him confused, then said, "I never did it with my brother." I had a somewhat disgusted tone in my voice. The idea seemed strange and weird to me. "Oh, I just assumed you did. Most guys mess with brothers or cousins when they're young. Well, have you done it with another uncut one before?" "No." "Want to?" Devon asked, hopeful. I just shrugged. It all seemed kind of weird and I worried about getting caught doing it in here. "What if someone comes in?" I asked. "We can turn up the steam and go to the top." He said. "C'mon. It'll be fun." My stomach was flipping and I couldn't think what to do. "Nah, we better not." I finally said. "I think I better go." I got up and he reached out and took my arm. "Dude, I really want to do it with you. You're cool. Don't be a jerk and leave me hangin. C'mon, please." He said. "No." I was kinda scared now and I pulled free from his grip. "Maybe another time." He said, sounding defeated. "Yeah," I said as I left, "Maybe." I rinsed off in a cool shower and grabbed my towel. Then, I realized my clothes were in his locker. I put my towel back on the hook and went into the steam room again. He quickly crossed his legs as the door opened then uncrossed them and smiled when he saw it was me. He had a boner. "I need my clothes from the locker." I said. "Oh, yeah." He said, smiling. "Well, I'm busy right now, so you'll have to wait 'til I'm done." He said sarcastically. "C'mon, I got to go before Tommy's mom comes." "Well, if you helped me out, it would go faster." He said, smirking. I felt trapped. I decided it would be best to just do it with him and get out of there before I had to try and explain to Mike and Tommy's mom where I was. "What do I do?" I asked. "Jack it for me." He said. "And, let me jack yours." I assumed what he meant by jacking, since that sounded like the other word Mike had used for it. I sat down next to him and reached over, taking his wiener in my hand. "Cool," He said as he started fondling me. I decided I wanted it to go fast, so I could get outta there before someone caught us. I was so nervous, I almost couldn't get a boner. Eventually, I did get one, though, and it did feel good to get it rubbed, but not as good as before, doing it with Mike and Tommy. I squeezed his kinda tight and jerked it really fast. "Oh, dude, you're good at it." Devon said. After just a few minutes, he let go of mine and stood up facing me. I grabbed his weiner that was pointing right at my face with my whole fist and started "jacking" it really fast again. He told me to pull the skin all the way back. It slid easily over his head. While I was doing it, I started to imagine doing it with my brother, Scott. I wondered if his skin could slide so easily up and down like Devon's did. "Aaargh." He moaned, grabbed both his butt cheeks with his hands and thrust forward toward me. It startled me from my daydream about Scott. Shockingly, a hot blast of creamy white goo hit my cheek, right beside my nose and trickled down over my lips. I let go and shrieked, "EWW!" I wiped it away just as another shot hit me covering my hand and face. He stepped aside and bent over resting his hands on the tiled bench and panted. Then, he reached in and milked the rest of the "cum," as he called it, from his softening tube. "That was awesome." He said, and bent in toward my face. He was about to kiss me when I realized it and pushed him away. "Stop it." I demanded, sliding away. "I want my clothes back, now." "Okay, sorry dude." He said sincerely. "Thanks. I really did need that. Maybe, I can suck yours for you sometime. Would you like that?" He asked, then added, "You're not mad at me are you?" I just shook my head, no, and opened the door. I honestly wasn't mad. I really knew if I hadn't given in, he wouldn't have forced me to do it. In some ways I wanted to do it with one that was just like mine and Scott's. He took a minute to scrape the evidence into the floor drain and followed me out. We dried off and went to the team lockers. We dressed without talking. "Later, dude." Devon said, as I gathered my towel and suit and turned to leave. I felt a little better now and looked back. "Yeah, later." I said, smiling. He was still naked with his towel draped over his neck. I looked at his dangling wiener and thought to myself, "I just did it with one just like Scott's." I wondered again what it would be like to touch Scott's, but dismissed it as impossible to ever happen, since we were brothers and all. When I entered the main locker room, I heard Mike and Tommy talking and laughing. I ducked away and went around the row of lockers and out the door without them seeing. When they came out, I was sitting in the cafeteria looking as angry and bored as I possibly could. I didn't tell them about Devon and when they saw me, they got an "uh-oh" look on their faces. I was glad they were feeling bad about ditching me. Before they got to my table, I heard Mrs. Davis' voice calling to us. I didn't talk on the way out to the car, but Tommy sure did. "Mom, guess what?" he said, but didn't give her any time to answer. "I swam with my head under the water and I never even used the floaties once. Mike taught me how and I'm not even scared anymore. It was so awesome. Ohmahgawd, you wouldn't believe it, I can even swim from one side all the way to the other with my head down and ..." We reached the car and he had to shut up for a minute. We tossed our wet stuff in the trunk and I went around to the passenger side and got in without talking still. "That's terrific, sweetie." Mrs. Davis told Tommy as he started chattering again. Turning to Mike, she said "Thank you so much. It's a miracle what you have done. I'll have to do something for you." "It's okay. I'm glad I could help him." Mike said. "Once he started trusting me, it went pretty good and he learned fast." "Hey! Hey! You guys aren't listening to me." Tommy said. He hadn't quit talking. I looked over at him, rolled my eyes and looked back out the side window. "Guess what else? Ohmahgawd, I totally stuck Dance Dance. I got third highest score ever on it and I got to put my name on the winners list and anybody who goes in there can see it now. I'm freakin' famous. Didn't I get third highest ever? Mike, tell my mom. You tell her Sammy, you saw it." I looked over, "Yeah, he did it." I said and looked back out the window. Mike started describing the scene how a crowd gathered and how they were all cheering him on. Mrs. Davis looked at me in her mirror and asked, "How about you, Sammy, did you have a good time?" I looked over at her. "Oh, yeah, after Mike and Tommy spent all my money and ditched me, I found this great college guy to masturbate with in the steam room." I thought to myself. I smiled as I thought about what kind of reaction I would get if I really said something like that. Finally, I just said, "It was okay, I guess." "What's the matter, sweetie, you missin' your momma?" Mrs. Davis asked kindly. "A little, I guess." I said and turned back to the window. "So mom, guess what?" Tommy started up again. "I was swimming with Mike and he said I learned so fast how to swim right and that he could teach me maybe how to really swim good and I could like be on the swim team in high school if I keep learning. So can we get our pool fixed so I can practice all the time and get on the swim team? Mike said if I want to be on the swim team I have to practice a lot and start now and since we got a pool, I could do it, you know." "Oh, that's wonderful sweetie." Mrs. Davis chirped. "I'll talk to your dad about getting it fixed. I wonder? Mike, could we hire you to come over and give Tommy lessons?" She asked. "Do you really think he could be on the high school swim team if he started now?" "Sure, why not?" Mike said. "I'd be glad to teach him. He really is a fast learner, but you don't have to pay me for it." "Oh, of course we would." She said. Mike smiled. Tommy pushed my shoulder and said "Hey, Sammy, isn't that cool? You could be in the band and I could be on the swim team." I wanted to smash him, but since we were in his car, I bit my lip and tears burst from my eyes. I want to be on the swim team, not the stupid band. Tommy is ruining everything. Mike couldn't see me crying and said, "Oh, dude. Be careful about being in band. Don't get a rep for being a band geek. That's a tough rep to lose, you know." I buried my face in my hands and said, "I don't feel good. I want to go home, please." "What's wrong, sweetie?" Mrs. Davis asked. "I just don't feel good is all." "Is your stomach upset?" She asked tenderly. "Yeah." "Probably the junk food you boys ate didn't settle well." She suggested. "Yeah, probably, so can you take us home now please?" I pleaded. "Sure, sweetie." "Ahh, I wanted Mike to come over so he could see our pool and our house and stuff." Tommy complained. "Another time, sweetie." His mom said. After she dropped us off, I went straight to my room, shut my door and cried into my pillow. I hugged my little purple dog, Rufus. My dad won Rufus at the state fair when I was like five and he has been on my bed ever since. I tell everything secret to Rufus and he listens to me. "Hey, little friend." Mike said. "You okay?" I just shrugged. "What's been wrong with you today?" "You." I said. "Me?" Mike asked, surprised. "Yeah." I said and started crying again. "You like Tommy now instead of me." "What? No, I don't." He said. "I like you both." "Yeah, right." I cried. "That's why you messed around with him in the bathroom, and spent all day playing with him and ignoring me. And, you spent all the money playing his stupid dance game and teaching him in the pool and ignoring me. Then you two ditched me. And then you made fun of me being a band geek and promised to help Tommy get on the swim team. I want to be on the swim team. I just want to be like you and Scott, but I can't be. I'll never get to be on the swim team cuz my family can't afford lessons and we don't have a pool. I'm gonna just be a band geek. I even have to play the stupid clarinet with all the stupid girls. My life sucks." "C'mon, little friend." Mike said sympathetically. "It's not that bad. I'm sorry I dissed on you today, I didn't mean to. It just seemed like you had attitude all day, so we were just leaving you alone, you know. And, hey, don't worry about my stupid band geek comment, I was just being stupid. Scott was in band in junior high and he's got tons of cred in high school." Mike sat on the bed and put his hand on my back and started rubbing it. "Really, dude. I'm sorry, okay?" "Kay." I said, softly and hugged Rufus tightly. "Hey, you want me to make it up to you?" Mike asked. "How?" "Pull your little friend out and I will suck on it for you." Mike said. "And if you want, you can play with or suck on mine too." "I don't want to." I said. "I just want to go to sleep." "Oh, okay." Mike said sadly. "Good night, little friend." "Good night." I said. After he left, I got up and got undressed. I crawled between the cool sheets in my boxers. I thought about Mike and Tommy and Devon and all the stuff I had done with them. I wondered if Mike really was sorry. I wondered if I really could be just like Scott someday. I decided to go let Mike know it was okay and I forgave him. When I went into Scott's room, Mike wasn't in there. I went down the hall and saw the flickering light of the TV in the family room and I heard Mike's voice. I peered through the doorway into the family room. Mike was on the leather couch, all naked. He had his iPod earbuds in and his eyes closed. There was a bottle of lotion on the couch next to him. His legs were pulled up and he was sticking a finger up inside his butt hole and jacking his wiener with his other hand. He was saying, "Oh, yeah, Sammy. Do it. Suck it good." I was surprised to hear my name. He was thinking about me sucking him. I watched, wide-eyed. When he would shift position a little I would pull back and hide behind the wall. Then, I would peer back out to watch again. "Oh, Sammy, you suck so good." He moaned. "Suck it faster. Suck it good. OHHHH YESSSS!" He shoved his finger deep up his butt and pulled the skin back tight on his wiener, then he pulled his finger out and stretched his legs out straight with his toes pointed and a blast of cum shot clear up to his neck. Then another one shot out. He relaxed and started rubbing the cum around on his chest and belly. He lifted a glob to his mouth and licked it. When he reached for the towel next to him, I crept back to bed. I fell asleep replaying the image in my head satisfied he did still like me.