Date: Wed, 04 Apr 2001 00:13:40 -0400 From: Chad M. Subject: Justin's Boyhood, chapter 5 JUSTIN'S BOYHOOD by Chad Author's Note: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between minors. If you don't like this, don't read it. The characters and events are purely from the imagination of the author, and in no way represent any actual persons or events. Any similarity is purely coincidental. ======================================== Chapter Five PEER PRESSURE IN THE CLUBHOUSE Curiosity may not have killed the cat, but the cat certainly had the tongues of Bryan and I the morning after our sleepover. Neither of spoke a word about checking out each others' privates the night before. We got up early that Saturday. Even Mom was surprised to see me come downstairs, as I usually slept until 11:00 or so on Saturdays. But I wanted to spend all the time I could with Bryan before he had to go home. "So what do you wanna do today?" I asked over a bowl of soggy cereal. "I dunno," Bryan said. "Wanna play some games on the Playstation?" "We did that all last night...that's getting kinda boring." "Wanna take off exploring on our bikes?" Bryan suggested. I turned toward Mom, who was sipping her coffee. "Is that OK, Mom?" "I suppose so, but have Bryan check with his mother first," she said. In short order, we were dressed and out the door. I took my chrome BMX-style bike from the garage, and I walked it alongside Bryan to his house to pick up his bike. I wasn't a very skillful rider, so I didn't want to let Bryan ride on the handlebars. If I were to have an accident, I certainly didn't want to hurt my best friend. When we got to his house, it struck me that I had never been inside before. I had come by on occasion to get Bryan, but I had never crossed the threshold. The front door was unlocked, and we went right in. The house seemed dark, and quiet. "Mom!" Bryan shouted. There was no answer. I waited in the living room while Bryan ran upstairs. He was soon back. "They must be in the back yard," he said. We made our way through the kitchen into their backyard. The yard itself was fairly large. There was a sizable concrete deck with a basketball hoop at one end. A pre-fab wooden playhouse was on the far side, surrounded by shade trees. A tall privacy fence enveloped the entire yard. "Cool," I said. "I didn't know you had a playhouse." "That's our clubhouse," Bryan said. "We use it all the time. When you spend the night with me, we could camp out in there sometime." "Awesome!" I said. "You wanna check it out?" "Sure." We ran over to the clubhouse. It was painted barn red, and the trim was white. There was a small porch in the front, and windows on each side. The windows had shutters, which were closed. In one swift motion, Bryan flung open the door. I was in for the shock of my life. "Get in here and close the fuckin' door," a female voice hissed. Suddenly I was shaking. I followed Bryan into the clubhouse, ducking my head slightly to get through the short doorway. It was dark in there, but I could discern there were others inside. "Close the door, Bryan," an excited voice commanded. It was a familiar voice. It was Matt Richards. What had I stumbled into? As my eyes became accustomed to the little bit of light that shone through the cracks in the shutters, I could see the faces of Matt and of Bryan's brothers, Kevin and Dale. "Sit down, you guys. The show is about to start!" giggled Dale. Bryan and I took seats on the bench between Kevin and Matt. Dale sat a little bit apart from everyone else. I recognized the girl. Her name was Carly Solanski. She was 15 and still in the 8th grade. Her reputation around the junior-high was legendary. Supposedly, she put out for just about anyone or anything. Her hair was bleached blonde, and slightly frizzy. She was thin, but wore her makeup thick. At school she always wore tight jeans, and short blouses that showed her belly-button. Today, however, she was wearing short pants and a floppy t-shirt. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Carly blew a bubble with her gum, and said, "Are you little pervs ready now?" There was a general agreement among the others that they were ready. "Well keep your little peckers in your pants till I'm done," she said. "I only date seniors or college guys." I was dumbstruck. What was she planning to do? And what did it have to do with OUR PECKERS? "Get the flashlight, Kevin," said Dale. Kevin produced a flashlight, the large kind used by the cops. He shined it on Carly as she slowly lifted her t-shirt over her head, and off. My mouth suddenly went dry. Here I was, sitting in a hot, dark place with four other sweaty boys and a half-naked girl. Her tits seemed big to me, and the nipples looked pink and swollen. She rubbed them with her hands, then bounced them up and down a few times. "Nice rack," said Dale. "Well you better get a good luck, sweetie pie. Cause you ain't never gonna get to suck these!" she teased. Carly leaned forward and shook her tits in Dale's face. He smiled and said, "Oh, yeah baby!" She moved around the room, giving each of us a close view of her tits. I kinda jumped back a bit when she shoved them in front of me, but I'm not sure if anyone noticed. "Let's see the rest!" said Dale. "Fuckin' little freaks!" she said. But she unzipped her shorts and in no time they were on the floor. She had on little bikini underwear, and from what I could make out in the dim light, they were damp. The heat in the little building suddenly seemed to increase. I was certainly in forbidden territory now. It seemed so wrong to be doing this...and with Bryan, my best friend! The little tramp slid her panties off, and Kevin shone the light on her pussy. Her brown bush covered the area, so I could just barely see the slit. She walked over and stood in front of Dale. "This what you wanted to see, pretty boy?" Dale swallowed hard. He looked uncomfortable, as if his jeans were suddenly too tight. Tentatively, he raised his hand toward her pussy. "Can I touch it?" he asked. She didn't answer, so Dale stroked around her vagina for a minute, before he tried to push his finger inside. "That's ENOUGH!" she shouted as she slapped Dale's hand away. "You're too rough." Matt said, "Let me try." I watched intently as Matt, the master of masturbation, inserted his right index finger into her hole. He must have been the expert on girls as well as boys, because in no time his fancy fingerwork had her moaning. "Oh, you know how to do it, boy," she whispered. "You should give your friend lessons." He already gave me a lesson, I thought. But as I watched Matt work, I began to feel a bit of jealousy. Here was Matt, my idol, doing something to this GIRL! For just one moment, I wished I could be HER, so I could be on the receiving end of Matt's expert attentions. Suddenly I was snapped back into reality. "Your turn, four eyes," she said to me. I looked up and saw this great hairy thing in my face. I knew I was expected to have a feel of it, but the thought of touching that fuzzy monster was suddenly not very erotic to me. In fact, it seemed downright disagreeable. I slowly raised my hand and reluctantly put my finger inside. I don't know what I was expecting to find in there, but it seemed soft, warm, and very moist. I got my fill of that in short order, and withdrew my hand. "That was quick," she said. "Just like the way you fuck, I bet." I had no idea what she was talking about, but I kept my mouth shut. When I thought the others weren't looking, I wiped my finger on my shirt. She turned to Bryan. "Your turn, peewee." Bryan, with childlike wonderment, went straight for it. He put his finger inside, giggling. He didn't pull right out like I did, but didn't get the chance to linger. "OK that's enough for you." As she moved over to Kevin, Bryan leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "It's so wet in there." As Kevin was getting his feel, she announced that she had to go. "Hold up," Kevin pleaded. "Let Bryan do it one more time. This time, get all your fingers really wet in there, Bryan." Carly cast a suspicious look at Kevin, but complied with his request. Carly took Bryan's hand, and made sure each finger got coated with her juice. She even wiped the palm of his hand over her slit, covering it with her slime. "See you fuckers later," she said. In a flash she was dressed again, and paused at the open door. "If any of you little shits tells anybody about this, I'll get my boyfriend to kick your asses!" And she was gone. There was silence for just a moment. I was still in shock. Dale had his long skater's t-shirt pulled over his knees, as if he were hiding something...a boner perhaps? "I gotta go to the can," Dale said. He got up and walked toward the door. "Gonna go jack off in the bathroom, Dale?" teased Matt. "None of your business! At least I'm not going to do it here with you perverts!" Dale said. In a flash he was out of the playhouse and inside the house. Kevin said, "Bryan, can you do it while your hand is still wet?" "Do what?" said Bryan. Kevin looked down at his crotch. "You know..." Bryan looked very embarrassed. "No! Not with everybody here." "They don't care!" said Kevin. I looked around the room, a confused look on my face. There was Matt with that sly grin again. "C'mon Bryan...please?" Kevin pleaded. "No, Kevin!" Bryan said. "C'mon, Justin, let's go." I followed Bryan out the door, but I heard Kevin say as we walked away: "C'mon, you gotta help me out, Bryan!" Bryan seemed to be blushing as he retrieved his bike from the garage. He didn't say a word to me as we pedaled down his driveway and down the street. I was still trying to figure out the events of just a few minutes ago. I had a couple hundred unanswered questions. What was Matt doing at the clubhouse with Dale and Kevin? How did they convince Carly to strip for them? What were Kevin and Matt about to do after we left? And what did Kevin want Bryan to do for him? With his wet hand? Best friends don't keep secrets. And I was bound and determined that Bryan wasn't going to keep this one from me. TO BE CONTINUED +++++++ Justin's adventures are far from over. Just like it real life, some things take time to unfold to their natural conclusion. Stay tuned. If you would like to send a comment or suggestion, please drop me a line at chadtales@hotmail.com.