Date: Sat, 23 Oct 2010 21:15:00 -0700 (PDT) From: moose91762@yahoo.com Subject: The Little Perverts Club and the Old Barn The Little Perverts Club and the Old Barn By Dick Zucher This story depicts sexual activity by minor boys. If reading such material would offend you, or if it is illegal where you live, then please exit now. Otherwise, take responsibility for your own actions. Copyright 2010 by Dick Zucher. Please do not post this story elsewhere without prior permission of the author or his agents. Comments are welcome at moose91762@yahoo.com. Criticism will be taken under advisement, flames and slams will be ignored. Applause is always graciously accepted. Some of the events in this story actually happened, and some didn't, but if they did happen, it was way back in the summer of 1964 or 65, and I've kind of blended them together into one. Some of the characters are real, some aren't, and some might be composites. One thing I will promise you is real, during that time frame a lot of cum was spilled by a gang of kids living in sight of that dilapidated old barn. I know, I spilled my share of it. Chapter 1 Hi, my name is Ted. I'm twelve years old, and I live in California, near Los Angeles. I'll be in the seventh grade this fall. My brother, Ron is fifteen and he's in high school. He's got a great big dick with hair all around it. I don't, but Ron says to just give it time. And I don't have that flap of skin hanging over the end like in those paintings I've seen in my Aunt Muriel's art books, either. None of my friends do, except Bruce. How do I know? I've seen 'em. Lots of times. My friends are Bruce, he's twelve, and Grant and David, they're eleven. We live in a brand-new apartment complex way out on the edge of town. There's open fields all around us, and orange groves. Off to the west there's an old barn, and Grant's mother told us to stay away from it. She's afraid it might fall down or something, but we think it's perfect for a clubhouse. What could be better? It's far away from where anybody lives, and the door is on the side facing the groves, so nobody in the apartments can see us go in and out, and there are stacks of wooden pallets to sit on. We took some old blankets out there to keep from getting splinters, and we found an old roll of carpet somebody had dumped to put on the dirt floor. What we like to do is, we go out to the barn and jack off together. Sometimes all of us, sometimes just two or three. Sometimes we take all our clothes off and do it naked, but most of the time we just drop our pants, letting our dicks and balls out for a little fresh air. That's how I know that Bruce has that extra skin on his dick. He calls it a four skin, but I don't understand why, since there's just one of them. Anyhow, I guess he should know, since he's the only one who has it. Sometimes we have races, to see who can finish first. David says it's called a muscle spasm, and I think that's kinda funny, since he's the youngest one of our gang, and no sperm comes out of his dick; it just jerks around like mad. I guess that's what a spasm is, isn't it? Well, one afternoon when no one was around, I decided to walk over to the barn and see what fun I might dig up on my own. It was summer, early afternoon, and I was bored. Grant had gone to the dentist, David was away at his dad's for his annual two-week vacation, and who knows where Bruce was. When I got to within sight of the barn door, I saw a motorcycle parked outside. That should have set off warning bells, but it didn't. Grant's brother, Gary had a Honda, and I guessed that this was it. Was Gary hiding inside, hoping to catch us? Probably not, or he wouldn't have left his bike where we could see it. Big brothers are sneakier than that. I know that from experience. From inside the barn I heard a moan. That voice was familiar: my brother, Ron! As quietly as I could, I crept to the door. There was a tall stack of old pallets between the door and the main room, so I sneaked in and peeked around the corner. There they were, Ron and Gary. Ron had his pants off and was sitting on a stack of pallets, leaning back on his elbows while Gary knelt between his legs, sucking on his dick Man! I'd never seen anything like it before! I mean, yeah, I'd thought about how cool it would be if I could reach my own dick and suck on it, but this was a whole new ball game. Gary had his pants down around his ankles and was playing with his own dick as he sucked on Ron's. Didn't I say before that Ron had a big dick? Well, Gary had a monster! He's seventeen, and going to be a senior this year. His dick must have been nearly a foot long, and looked hard as a rock. Come to think of it, my own little weiner was pretty darn hard, too. As I watched, Gary got up and leaned over Ron and kissed him. What? He kissed him? I didn't think two guys ever kissed! Right on the lips! Then something strange happened. Gary stuck his tongue right in Ron's mouth, and they acted like they were having a sword fight with their tongues. Gary backed off a little and fumbled for his jeans pocket, which was somewhere down around his ankles. He pulled out a tube of hand cream and squeezed some out in his hand. Then he stroked his whanger with his greasy palm, and rubbed some of it between Ron's legs, trying to get to his butt. Ron must have liked it, 'cause he lifted his legs up to make it easier for him, pulling his knees up to his chest, giving Gary, and me, a clear view of his butt hole. Gary's dick was dripping with sperm by now and he guided it toward Ron's hole. As he put his dickhead against the hole, Ron shivered a little. "Oh yeah," he said. "Do it." Gary pushed forward and groaned. By now my dick was pushing so hard against my shorts I had to do something, so I unsnapped the snaps and pushed them to the floor, undies and all. I started jacking off as I watched Gary's ramrod enter Ron's butt. So this is the feeling they call horny? Man, oh man, give me more! Once Gary was all the way in, he started going in and out, in and out. "Oh, yeah," Ron said again. "Fuck me!" Ooh, what he said! But I guess that was just the word for it. My brother and my best friend's brother were fucking to beat the band. Gary was pounding against Ron's butt like there was no tomorrow, and I was pulling on my own little weiner, likewise. All at once Gary froze for a second, then he pulled out and spewed a load of sperm across Ron's chest like I'd never seen before. I never imagined there could be so much jizz in the world, much less coming out of one teenager. Ron grabbed hold of his own dick and jacked it furiously, adding his own load to the mess. I felt my own balls tighten up and I, too, shot a wad. Never had I had such a muscle spasm. The feeling was so intense, I couldn't believe it. Gary and Ron were kissing again, tongues battling for supremacy. There I was, pants down around my ankles, my dick still half-hard, but going down, and a lot of sticky sperm all over the place. All over my hand, my dick, running down my legs . . . let me tell you, I was a mess! I looked around for something to clean myself up with. There was an old rag nearby, so I reached for it. The movement must have caught Gary's eye, because he said, "I think your little brother's been watching us." "Let's get him," Ron said. "Nah, if he tells on us, we'll tell our moms what he and Grant and all their little friends are doing out here. Besides, maybe he's learned something, and they'll have some new tricks to try out at the next Little Perverts Club meeting." I pulled up my pants and snuck away as best as I could. "Some new tricks?" I thought. "You got that right, Gary." Chapter 2 I went back home that afternoon with some very interesting thoughts going through my head. So that was fucking. Well, if it felt half as good as it looked, then sign me up! But just then what I really wanted was a bath. I was sticky all over with the sperm from jacking off watching Ron and Gary. I stripped off my shorts, T-shirt and flip flops and ran the water into the bath tub. While the water was running, I took stock of myself in the mirror. What I saw was a twelve year old boy about five feet tall, fair skinned, a little pudgy, but not fat, chestnut hair I was trying to grow into a Beatle cut over my mom's dead body - not bad for a kid, I thought. I stepped into the bath and stretched back, enjoying the sudsy warm water. I heard the front door open and close. "Teddy?" Heck! It was Ron. "Teddy?" he called again. "Where are you?" "I'm upstairs," I answered. I didn't want to talk to him now. I figured if he was mad about me watching him and Gary kissing and fucking, he'd probably beat the snot out of me. He could be one mean son of a gun when he wanted to be. He opened the door and came on in to the bathroom. "Why are you taking a bath this time of day?" he asked "Felt like it," I answered. "Don't hand me that shit, kid," he said. "The last time you felt like taking a bath was two summers ago when you fell off the corral fence into the horse shit at Grandpa's ranch. What'd you do, cum all over yourself?" "What's that?" I asked. He bent over and picked up my underpants, feeling the wetness. "I thought so," he said, and lifted my drawers to his nose. "Cum." Was there just a little bit of a bulge growing in his crotch? "So when a guy has a muscle spasm it's called 'cum?'" I asked. "A what?" "A muscle spasm. That's what David says it's called when you shoot sperm." Ron laughed. "The word is 'orgasm.' And yes, the slang word is 'cum.'" Yes, the bulge was definitely growing. "By the way, Ted, if you tell a soul what you saw out there, I'll beat your little ass to a bloody pulp." "I wouldn't!" I cried. "Especially Grant. If Gary thought his little brother knew he was like that . . ." "Your little brother knows," I said. "Yeah, well . . . Move over." Ron peeled his shirt off over his head, stepped out of his sneakers and pulled his pants off. Naked, he joined me in the tub, standing in front of me. I mentioned his growing bulge earlier, right? Well, he didn't exactly have a boner, but he was well on the way. I was feeling bold after our little chat, so I reached up and grabbed his dick with a soapy hand. Ron's big ol' dick stood at attention, prouder than a U. S. Marine. "Oh," is all he said, and he kinda half closed his eyes. "Hey, Ron?" "Yeah?" He sounded kinda dreamy. "You know when Gary was sucking your dick?" "Yeah." "What's that like?" "You know what it feels like when you jack off?" "Yeah." "About ten times better." I couldn't imagine anything feeling ten times better than jacking off. Heck, I couldn't imagine anything feeling any times better than jacking off. Just for curiosity, I stretched up and gave his dick an experimental little lick. It twitched. "Stand up," Ron said, and sat down in the tub. I stood up, fully hard, and Ron took my little boner in his mouth. Wow! Ten times better? A million, billion, trillion, gazillion times better! I'd never felt anything like that in my life! He sucked on me a few strokes, then reached under my balls and beyond, to my butt hole and rubbed it with his finger. There was another county heard from. A whole 'nother sensation, and I shot a wad of cum (hey, I get to use my new word already) into his mouth. I expected him to back off and spit it out, but, no, he pressed his lips down as close to my hairless crotch as they could go and swallowed it all! I'll tell you, this was my day to learn new things. Ron's boner was sticking up above the water line, and I sat back down and grabbed hold of it, gently stroking it up and down. "Oh, Ted . . . man . . . you don't have to do that, I understand . . . mmmm . . . Oh, Teddy." I bent over and took the end of his dick into my mouth and continued stroking. It was a very sexy feeling. Ron put his hand on the back of my head and gently pushed it down farther. Not bad, I thought. I moved my head up and down like he'd done to me. Suddenly, his dick got a little bigger, a little harder. He erupted like a volcano, right in my mouth. It tasted awful, but I couldn't make myself pull away. I just kept swallowing until he was through. When the spasms of his orgasm finally ended (there! I got to use my other new word) he cupped my face between his hands and drew me to him. He kissed me like Gary had kissed him, tongues and all, tasting his own cum in my mouth. "We'd better rinse off and get dressed," he said at last. "Mom'll be home soon." That night I must've jacked off five or six times after I went to bed. I couldn't wait to get together with the guys the next day and show them some of the things I'd learned. Chapter 3 I thought morning would never get here. All night long I dreamed of boners. One long parade of boners. Big ones, little ones, fat and skinny, long and short. All of them hard as a rock and just dripping with cum. When I woke up I was, you guessed it, on the bone. Horny as fuck. (Uh oh, is my brother's language finding its way into my mouth?) I felt like stripping off my PJ's and walking downstairs in all my naked glory, but I had second thoughts. It was quiet down there, but was I really alone? What if Mom or Dad was still here, staying home from work or something? What if Ron hadn't left for summer school, on the back of Gary's Honda? So I put on a robe to hide my throbbing boner, and headed downstairs. False alarm. I was all alone, so I pulled my pajama bottoms off and let my dick point the way into the kitchen, where I fixed myself a bowl of cereal and a glass of milk, and sat down at the breakfast bar to eat it. No sooner had I sat down when the doorbell rang. That would be Grant. Grant was my best friend and next-door neighbor, and, coincidentally, Gary's little brother. We did everything together, and we usually ended up doing it naked. It's funny how, when you're eleven and twelve years old, you just can't seem to keep your clothes on. If we played Monopoly, we did it naked. If we watched TV, we were naked. If we played with our slot cars . . . well, you get the idea. I put my pajama pants back on – you have to keep up appearances – and answered the door. There on the doorstep stood Grant. Like I said earlier, Grant is eleven, a little shorter than me, but like me, he's just a little pudgy. He's doing a little better than me in growing his brown hair out, but I suspect some day soon his mom will make him get a haircut, too. This morning Grant was wearing a Beatles T-shirt, green plaid shorts, and was barefoot. "Well, good morning," I said. "Hi," was all he answered. We both padded back to the breakfast bar so I could eat. "So what do you want to do today?" I asked. "I dunno. Say, what's with your brother?" "What do you mean?" "He was over at our house this morning, and he and Gary acted all whispery, like they had some big secret." "I don't know," I said. I wasn't going to tell Gary's secret. I wanted to live to see the first day of junior high. "Maybe Ron was planning to play a trick on the teacher, or dunk somebody's head into a toilet, or something like that." "Yeah, maybe," Grant answered, but he didn't sound convinced. "So what are we gonna do today?" I repeated. "I don't know, you wanna ride our bikes over to the Store and mess around a while?" "That sounds good. Let me get dressed and we'll go." I put my dishes in the sink and went upstairs to change. I put on shorts and a T shirt, considered going without underwear – no, what if I get hit by a car? - and a pair of flip flops, and I was ready to go. We went out the front door and Grant stopped in his apartment to put on a pair of flip flops and grab his house key. Around back to the carport where our bikes were chained, and we were off. Whenever any of the kids living in Country Village mention The Store, they mean the ABC Store, about a mile to the west. The Store is really a group of stores, groceries, records, toys, sporting goods, jewelry, etc., all under one roof. The toy store is great, the record store is pretty good, and there's a snack bar, where the food is awful, but all the kids hang out there, so it's pretty good, too. As Grant and I rode up to the bike rack, we saw a Schwinn Stingray spray-painted black with flame decals on the fenders. "Well, look who's here," I said. No one in our town has a black Stingray but our friend, Bruce, and, sure enough, as we went through the front door and turned toward the snack bar on the right, there he was. Bruce is twelve, about my height, trim and tan. He sports a crew cut, wire rimmed glasses like John Lennon's, and, in the summertime, I don't think he ever wears a shirt, unless he's going to church, ad even then I'm not so sure. If he thought he could get away with it, he'd have a cigarette behind his ear. Bruce is a rebel. "Hey, Shitheads," he said. If Bruce liked you, he called you Shithead. "Hi, Bruce. How they hangin'?" I said. "Tight," he answered, then to Grant, "Hi, Squirt." "Hi, Bruce. What are you up to?" "Just wondering what kind of trouble I can get into." Grant and I ordered Cokes and gave the lady at the counter our dimes. "Want to go to the barn? I've got something I want to show you," I said. "We've seen it," Bruce said. Grant giggled. "No, I mean I've learned how to do something, and I want to show you." "What?" "Not here. Let's go to the barn." We downed our Cokes and mounted our trusty steeds, okay, our bikes to you, and headed back to the barn. Once inside, we all stripped, and Bruce said, "Okay, what's this great thing you wanted to show us?" "Here, sit down," I said, indicating the blanket on the stack of pallets where I'd watched Ron and Gary the day before. Bruce sat, and I knelt between his legs and touched my tongue to the tip of his uncut cock. Instantly, it jerked alive. "Hey, I think you're on to something, there," said Bruce. Grant was already erect. "How about me?" he asked. I took him by the hips and moved him into position next to Bruce. "Can I play too?" a voice piped up behind me. "David! When did you get back?" "Late last night. My dad took me to a nudist camp for two weeks." He started to undress, and, indeed, he was tan all over. I stood up and gave him a hug, bare skin to bare skin, touching all over. David is eleven, built like a Greek god, brown as a berry, as I had said, and wore eyeglasses so big they made him look quite forlorn. "Hey, Foureyes," Bruce greeted him. "Foureyes, yourself," David grinned. "Now, go back to what you were doing. His stiff little dick showed he was ready to play. "I was just showing the guys something I learned yesterday," I said. "So I saw," he said, and knelt down in front of Grant. He took Grant's dick into his mouth like he knew how. Grant just sighed and closed his eyes. I returned to what I'd been interrupted from with Bruce, and he laid his hands on my shoulders, enjoying this new sensation. "What's it taste like?" he asked. I stood up. "Try it," I said. He gave my dick a tentative little lick like I had the day before, then plunged down the length of my cock, sending me into orbit. Beside us, Grant and David were also switching off, tasting each new sensation eagerly. "Hey, I got an idea," David said. "Let's lay down on the floor and make a circle, each guy sucking the dick of the one in front of him." We got into position on the moldy old carpet, and each boy had just gotten a mouthful when an unwelcome, much deeper voice filled the room. "What's going on here?" It was Gary, standing by the tall stack of pallets, looking mean in his jeans , white T-shirt and sneakers. Behind him, grinning like a cat with a mouthful of canary, was Ron. Chapter 4 Gary put his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and swaggered into the barn like a pirate captain on the poop deck. "Well, well. It looks like our Little Perverts have found some new games to play. Eh, Ron?" Ron grinned. "I see you're back from your dad's, David. Teddy, have you shown David how glad you are to see him? Why don't you give him a nice, big kiss? After all, this is the first time you've seen him in two weeks, and making him suck your cock first thing is not much of a welcome." David looked a little scared, so I smiled at him encouragingly and gave him a little peck on the lips. "Oh, come on," Ron said. "I know you can do better than that." "Oh well," I thought. If I don't do it, Ron'll kill me, and if I do, the worst thing that will happen is that we'll both be embarrassed." I put my arms around David and really planted one on him. I stuck my tongue in his mouth and he responded back. I decided then and there kissing was going to be one of my hobbies. Then Gary spoke up. "Okay, Grant. It's your turn. Kiss Bruce." Grant looked like he had nothing to lose; Bruce looked downright eager to try it. They devoured each other's mouths just like in the movies. With that part of the show over, I wrapped my arms around David and kissed him again, and this time we went rolling around on the floor together, kissing, groping, feeling. "Well, Ron," Gary said. "I think our work is finished here. Shall we?" "Yes, let's," Ron answered. "Hey, Meatball." Gary prodded Grant's naked butt with the toe of his sneaker. "Stay away from the apartment for a while. Ron and I are going to be busy." He took a dollar bill from his pocket and laid it on the stack of pallets. "Go to the Store and get some Cokes for you and your little pervert friends." He put one arm around Ron's shoulders and together they went out the door. "Well, Grant," I said. "Now you know what Ron and Gary were whispering about. Yesterday I walked in on them while they were fucking." "Fucking?" Bruce asked. "How can two guys fuck?" "I can show you." David jumped up. Everyone looked at David. Skinny, nerdy, afraid of his own shadow, pure, sweet, innocent young David. And he was going to show everyone how two guys can fuck? "Sit here, Bruce," he said, indicating the stack of pallets. "First I got to get it good and slippery." He went down on Bruce's dick and got it good and wet . . . and hard, I must say, then he spit on his fingers and lubed up his butt hole. "Now you just sit there and let me do all the work to start," he told Bruce, then he turned around and sat on Bruce's boner. "Slow and easy. That's the way," David was saying as he impaled himself on Bruce. "Yeah. That's good!" Bruce looked like he was in heaven. "Now let's stand up. Easy now . . . keep it in me . . . now go back and forth." David stood hunched over, Bruce behind him thrusting his dick in and out of David's suntanned butt. Grant sat on the floor, staring open-mouthed at the spectacle. His little boner pointed straight up. Almost unconsciously, his hand went for his dick and he began jacking it furiously. I wasn't about to be left out. I stretched over to Grant's lap and pushed his hand away, taking his dick in my mouth. Just in time, too. He squirted once, twice, no more, but his dick continued to throb in my mouth for several more spasms until he collapsed backwards with a contented sigh. That was when Bruce gave out a yelp and grabbed David by the hips and pulled him into himself. David just cried: "Oh, yeah!" David and Bruce collapsed on the floor and started kissing again, so I kissed Grant. Like I said, it was my new hobby. When we came up for air, David said, "Anyone else wanna try?" "I do," I said. David stood up and stuck his cute brown butt out. "Come on, then," he said. "It goes in a lot easier the second time." I got into position behind him and put my boner against his hole. It was still slimy with Bruce's juices. "Go ahead, just slide it in." I pushed my cock forward. Ever stick your dick into a vice clamp lined with velvet? Me neither, but I'll bet that's just what it would feel like. I began fucking David's ass for all I was worth. In and out, in and out. Wow! What a feeling! This even beats getting sucked! Grant had moved around to where he could suck David's dick, and David was panting like a dog on a hot day. Suddenly, David tensed up, his butt clamping down on my dick as he climaxed, and that put me over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure swept over me, and finally I just fell back onto the floor, exhausted. We spent the rest of that afternoon kissing, sucking and fucking, trying everything we could think of. And you know? We never did get back to the Store to get those Cokes Gary had paid for.