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My 11th Summer
Finding out the truth
Part 2
by: Kewl Dad







I was up early the next morning and by the time I got dressed mom had started breakfast. Dad was running late so he grabbed a piece of toast, kissed mom, told us goodbye and ran out the door. I knew some dads hugged their kids, but my dad wasn't much of a hugger. I wouldn't have minded a hug once in a while, but it wasn't like he was mean to me or anything and I knew he loved me so I didn't think about it too much.

"So what are you up to today?"

"I thought I'd go down to Johnny's if it's okay," I said giving her my puppy dog eyes.

"That's fine, but I want you home by five, okay?"

"Thanks mom, I will," I said happily.

"But before you go I want you to take out the trash and pick up your room."

"Okay, I will." The trash was no big deal and I never let my room get too bad so it wouldn't take long.

Breakfast was oatmeal and scrambled eggs and I wolfed it down quickly and started on my chores. Mom had coffee and some oatmeal but she didn't eat much and by the time I was finished she was starting to clean up the kitchen.

"I'm making a pot roast for supper and chocolate cake so if Johnny wants to come home with you I guess that's okay," she said smiling. My mom was so cool.

"Thanks mom," I said giving her a hug, "You're the best mom ever."

"Well...you boys will only be young once and I know how close you two are....almost like brothers only you don't fight as much," she chuckled.

I gathered up the trash and took it out back and stuffed it in the trash can then hurried back in to start on my room. There were a few pieces of clothing but not much clutter and I made quick work of it. I grabbed my ball cap and looked around one last time, picked up a candy bar wrapper and tossed it in the trash then headed out the door.

"Bye mom...." I yelled, "Love ya."

I heard a muffled "Be careful. I love you too," so I figured she was in the garage doing laundry.

It was almost ten and the sun was hot and it was already in the high 80's. The sky was clear except for a few occasional whiffs of clouds and I felt so wonderful and alive. It's strange that I remember that day so well, but looking back I can almost see the traffic on Graham Ave. as I hurried up the sidewalk toward Johnny's house. 

At the end of the block I turned left and padded up the street then right at 3rd Street and I could see Johnny's house just ahead. I broke into a run and by the time I got to his front yard he was opening the door.

"I seen ya coming up the street," Johnny laughed, "you looked like the Devil was chasin ya."

"He was, hurry..inside quick," I laughed.

We went straight to his room. His mom and dad were hardly ever home and his sister was at Church camp so it just us two. He had his own room just like I did, but it was nothing like mine. Johnny was a hoarder. Now I know that term wasn't  used back then, but that's what Johnny was. He had every science project, every paper from school, every toy he'd ever been given, comic books, hard cover books, magazines, you name it...he had it.

To house the clutter he had at least half a dozen bookcases and his dad had even built shelves on the wall for him, some so high you couldn't reach em without a ladder. My room looked empty compared to Johnny's and I always enjoyed browsing through his stuff when I was there.

I grabbed an old Mad Magazine and fell across his unmade bed and he plopped down beside me. 

"What we gonna do today?"

"It's too hot to do anything," I whined, "Let's just stay inside for a while."

"Okay, want some tea? Mom made a gallon of sweet tea last night."

"Yeah, that would be great. Got any cookies?"

He did and when he returned he had homemade oatmeal cookies and tall glasses of ice tea. We sat there eating our cookies and drinking our tea and talking about things and pretty soon the thing with Roger came up.

"So what did you and Roger do after I left yesterday?" Johnny said sounding embarrassed.

"Not much," I lied feeling a little nervous. I still wasn't sure Johnny would understand what Roger and I did. Heck, I wasn't sure I understood it. "He didn't stay too long. He..uh, had to get home."

"Yeah, so did I. I didn't leave cause of what  happened...you know that..right?"

"Sure, I know that. You had to do something for your dad. You told us and I believe you."

Johnny sat his tea down and went over to one of the bookcases and brought back a spiral notebook. It was ratty looking but still had a few pieces of paper in it. He sat back down by me and opened it to the first page where he had scrawled some things there.

"This is a list of stuff we need for the campout," he said excitedly, "I got the tent and most of the stuff, but you guys need to bring some stuff too."

"It's gonna be hard for me," I said, "I mean I'm supposed to be spending the night here, not on the creek."

"I got that covered, don't worry. I got a sleeping bag and we can zip it open and both of us will fit on it. If Roger can bring a sleeping bag or at least a blanket we'll be okay. Just bring clothes and stuff and any kind of food you can filch."

"Sure I can do that. Wow, this is gonna be so much fun. What else you got on the list?"

We went over the list for a long time, finishing our cookies and tea and by then we both needed to pee. We'd been buds since we were in first grade and it was no big deal to pee together but that day I was a little nervous for some reason. What if I popped a boner? 

As we stood there side by sides hips almost touching, our peckers in our hands as our yellow streams crossed in the toilet, we laughed and bumped hips just like always and I forgot all about my fears. One thing was different though, this time I was looking at Johnny's pecker in a whole different way. 

I'd known Johnny practically all my life and we'd seen each other naked lots of times. We'd seen each other's peckers and even played sword fight with them a few times, but  until that summer I had never really thought much about it. We were both boys, we both had the same equipment and except for Johnny's pecker being a bit bigger, we were the same until now.

Johnny had his zipper open and his pants unbuttoned with his underwear pulled down and I could see the few wiry hairs above his pecker that I'd first noticed at the creek. I envied him those few hairs, but at least now I could match him in one way. 

"Hey, I forgot to tell you," I suddenly blurted out, "I can sperm now."

My face must've turned red, but Johnny seemed as happy as I was. "When did that happen?"

"Last night," I said suddenly proud and not at all embarrassed by what I was about to say, "I was jerking like mad and suddenly it was all wet down there."

"That's great man, congratulations." We'd zipped up and when we got to Johnny's room he fell down on his bed face down and started humping the bed comically, "Oh baby...oh oh oh...I'm gonna fill your twat up with my sperm and make a baby...oh oh oh." 

I was laughing so hard I could barely stand up but it was sort of sexy too watching Johnny's butt go up and down as he was fake fucking his bed. I wondered if that's how guys looked when they were doing it for real.

He tired after a while and rolled over and I sat down beside him. It was starting to get hot in his bedroom and suddenly he sat up and stripped off his shirt. I didn't want to stare, but I liked how Johnny's chest and stomach looked so I kept stealing little peeks at him as we talked.

"Have you ever seen a real girl naked?" Johnny asked as he fell back down with his hands behind his head making his chest look even more muscular.

"Naw...have you?"

"Almost, my cousin Linda and I were playing doctor one time and we were gonna show each other but her mom yelled for her and we had to stop. We never got a chance to do it again though."

"Too bad," I sighed as I fell back on the bed and rolled onto my side so I could see his body better. I watched with fascination as a bead of sweat rolled off his chest and down his ribs and onto the bed . 

Lately it seemed like everything about Johnny was fascinating, the sound of his voice, his smell, and most of all his body. It was so confusing.

As my eyes traveled down his lean muscled body they came to rest on his crotch and the bulge there. Was he hard? I stared for a long time trying to figure it out and when I looked away our eyes met for a moment. I blushed bright red but he just smiled and even that was fascinating.

"Want to go out back and play in the hose?"

"Okay, as long as I'm dry by the time I go home at 5."

"We could get nekkid like at the creek," Johnny teased.

"You wish," I snorted, "As long as I take off my shirt I'll be okay."

I stripped off my shirt and threw it on the bed with Johnny's and we went out back. Peck was asleep in his dog house, but he stirred long enough for Johnny to wet him down with the hose and then he went over and laid down. He was a weird dog.

We took turns hosing each other down until we soaked, laughing and cutting up the whole time. Johnny found a bucket and we took turns filling it and dumping it over each other's head. I had just got a bucketful dumped on me when I heard someone yelling for Johnny from the front fence. 

As I cleared my eyes I saw a skinny blond kid standing at the fence. He was younger than us, maybe 8 or 9 and wearing just a pair of tiny elastic waist shorts and he was barefoot.

"Hi Ronnie, what do you want?" Johnny said sounding annoyed.

"Can I play in the hose too?" the kid begged, "Pleasssse."

"Does you mom care if you get wet?"

"She won't care, sides all I got on is these shorts."

I wondered if that meant he wasn't wearing underwear.

"That's Ronnie," Johnny said frowning,"He lives down the street. Do you care if he plays with us. He's a pain but I feel sort of sorry for him. He's not too s.m.a.r.t." He said quietly.

"I don't care," I said shrugging, "as long as he doesn't mind getting a bucket dumped on his head," I said laughing manically.

"He won't. He's a good sport. He's just glad to have someone to play with."

Ronnie was a weird little kid but sort of funny. He had the palest blue eyes I'd ever seen and a funny little laugh. He didn't talk much but he seemed to hang on every word Johnny and I said. After a while I kind of warmed up to him and he wasn't that bad.

It was pretty easy to see that he wasn't wearing underwear after his shorts got wet because I could see his little peter through the thin material. I tried not to stare but it was sort of interesting even if it was small. Another thing I noticed was his little butt. It was so small but it jiggled when he moved and I noticed Johnny was staring at it too.

Suddenly Johnny picked Ronnie up and turned him upside down and his shorts slid down a little and we could see the crack of his tiny ass. 

"Put me down Johnny," the kid giggled, but he didn't seem like he wanted to be put down all that much.

"Catch him Robert," Johnny said cradling the kid and swinging him toward me. 

I held out my arms and suddenly I had this little bundle of giggling flesh in my arms. I could feel his skinny ribs and his small butt in my hands then he looked into my eyes and smiled shyly.

"I like you," he said suddenly hugging my neck.

I looked at Johnny in shock and he was smiling, but I sort of liked how it felt. He was cold from the water at first but he started to warm up as our bodies pressed together and my pecker was getting harder by the minute. If I didn't do something quick both of them would see it.

I set him down after a few minutes then grabbed the bucket and dumped it on my own head to try to cool down below. It worked and my peter shrunk back up and we played with the hose and the bucket for a while longer. Eventually Ronnie's mom came to the fence and called for Ronnie to come home and she gave me and Johnny a quick smile. I guess she was grateful that we'd let him play.

"His dad died last year and it's just him and his mom now," Johnny said as we sat down on his back step and rested, "he's not too smart and he has trouble at school and he aint got many friends...so I let him hang around sometimes cause I feel sorry for him."

"I like him," I suddenly blurted out, then turned red, "I mean he's a good sport and he didn't complain even when we dumped the bucket on him and when you turned him upside down."

"Yeah, did you notice he wasn't wearing any underwear?" Johnny laughed, "You could see his little dinker right through his shorts."

"Yeah, but there wasn't much there," I laughed, "he don't weigh nothing either. Heck, it's easy to pick him up."

"He seems to like you too," Johnny said looking at me for my reaction, "Come on let's get some more tea."

We sat around in the sun trying to dry off as we sipped our Tea and ate another cookie and pretty soon we started talking about the campout again. By 4 I was as dry as I was gonna get but I didn't have to be home till 5 so we walked over to the park and swung on the swings until it was time for me to go home.

"Want me to walk you home?"

"Hey, mom said you could come for supper if you wanted to. Would your folks let ya?"

"Sure, let's swing by my house, they might be back by now."

His mom was home by then but his dad was still at work and she said she didn't care if Johnny ate dinner with us as long as my mom didn't care.

"Oh no ma am, she won't care. She said she was baking a chocolate cake special and it was okay to  invite Johnny ," I said politely. Moms loved me.

"Well, okay, but be good Johnny and be home by 9 at the latest."

"Thanks mom,"  Johnny said hugging her. We were such good boys back then.

We just made it by five but my dad still wasn't home yet so we went out back and messed around till dinner was ready. The roast was yummy but it was dessert we were looking forward to and mom made sure me and Johnny got an extra big piece of cake with ice cream on the side. We were stuffed by the time we finished dinner and without asking me and Johnny helped clear earning us more points with my mom.

It was starting to cool off a little by then, but there was still an hour or so of daylight left and we didn't want to waste a minute of it. Johnny suggested we walk down to Roger's and see what he was up to so after making sure it was okay with mom and dad we walked the block or so to his duplex. 

We found him outside playing with his dog Smokey and he seemed glad to see us. I think he was relieved to see that Johnny wasn't still mad and that I wasn't too bothered by what he and I had done the other day.

We played with his dog and talked about the campout and when it started to get dark he walked back to my house with us and we played under the street light out front. Back then being a kid was easy. You didn't worry about anyone kidnapping you or molesting you and our parents gave us a lot of freedom. We rode our bikes all over town and went places by ourselves. Nowadays a parent can go to jail for letting their kids walk to school alone. How crazy is that? We walked to school alone ever single day and we're still alive and kicking.

Just before nine we walked Johnny home and then Roger came back with me. His parents let him stay out late any time he wanted and my folks were okay with him being there as long as we stayed close. Around ten he finally went home and I went in and took a bath and went to bed. 

As I crawled under the covers that night I thought about what Roger and I had done and about how seeing Ronnie's little pecker and butt through his shorts had made me hard. It was so confusing, but one thing was sure, I liked most of it and I was looking forward to what might come next.

As usual I played with my pecker that night, but this time I was ready when the wet stuff came. I had an old towel ready and when I felt that good feeling I covered the end of my pecker with the towel to catch my sperm. Just like the first time there wasn't much but the feeling in my pecker seemed better than before I could make sperm. Another thing I noticed was that I was really tired afterwards and I fell asleep pretty quick.



Thursday I didn't get to see either Johnny or Roger cause my mom made me go with her shopping. It was kind of boring but at the dime store I got to pick out a toy and I got one of those whirly copter things where you pull the string and this propeller thing goes flying off. It was pretty cool and I figured I'd take it camping with us and we could share it.

Mom bought some stuff for the kitchen and some jeans for dad and a pair of shorts for me. These were sort of like the ones Ronnie had been wearing with no fly and elastic all around and it looked more like a swimsuit than shorts. I wasn't sure I liked them till I tried them on and looked at myself in the mirror back in my room. I thought I looked pretty good in them and I strutted around for a while and before long my pecker started getting hard.

Lately it didn't take much to make my pecker hard and it looked bigger in those tight cotton shorts. One thing was certain, I'd  have to be careful if I wore them around my buddies, cause they'd see my boner for sure.

We'd gotten back home around noon and mom made sandwiches and we had Kool-Ade and some of the left over chocolate cake. Afterwards I went outside and hung around but it was boring. I wanted to ask if I could go to Roger's or Johnny's but I didn't want to mess things up for the weekend. I figured I could go one day without seeing my buddies.

I grabbed my transistor radio and headed out to the railroad track to see if any trains were coming. I laid my head on the tracks and felt for vibration, but the track was too hot to stay down there long. I couldn't tell if a train was coming or not so I walked over to the train station and got a drink at the ice cold water fountain there. Back then there were still passenger trains running in and out of our city and they loaded and unloaded at the depot. I was just coming out when I heard a train blowing it's horn and there came a freight train. 

I usually watched the trains from the other side but there wasn't time to get across the tracks so I climbed up on the loading platform at the end of the depot and sat down with my legs hanging off and watched as the train whizzed past.

Sometimes you could see a hobo sitting in one of the open boxcars, but this time I didn't see anyone and most of the boxcars had their doors closed. There were some tanker cars and a few flat cars with farm equipment but the most interesting thing was near the end of the train. There were three loads of new cars on those double tiered carriers.

They were Fords; Fairlanes, Thunderbirds, Galaxies and a few pickups. Man they were so shiny and new and I just knew that having one of them would be the best thing in the whole world. Even at age 11 I loved cars and couldn't wait to get  my first one. Our family car was old and clunky, and nothing like these, but at least it got us from one place to another.

The caboose finally appeared and I stood up so the guy riding in there could see me waving as he passed. As usual the guy waved back and then the train was gone. I hurried down the ramp of the loading platform and out to the tracks. I stood on the tracks and I could feel the vibrations as the train headed on down the track and out of town.

I put my ear phone in and cranked up the volume of my little transistor radio as The Beach Boys started singing Surfing USA. I loved that kind of music, even if my folks thought it was loud and almost sinful. Old folks just didn't get it.

I found myself walking up the tracks in the same direction as the train and pretty soon I came to the gin mill. It had been a busy place once a long time ago, but now it was abandoned. There were three metal buildings, the largest one about two stories tall and the others small barn looking buildings. There never seemed to be anyone around so of course us kids explored the place every chance we got.

The smaller buildings were used for storing hay bales though I had never seen anyone pick any of them up or drop them off. The large building was mostly empty but there were two small rooms inside that we liked to play in. One looked like an office and still had a desk and old chair, but not much else and the other one was a bathroom at one time. There was still a toilet and sink, but of course no water so they didn't work.

Besides being a cool place to play, the gin mill was also a very private place and once I discovered that playing with my pecker was fun I sometimes did it there. Usually in the office perched in the chair, but sometimes I'd do it while laying on a bale of hay in one of the smaller barns.

Today I decided to check out the big building and see if there were any signs that other kids had been there. That was something I did a lot, because for some reason it was exciting to thing that other boys might have used the place for the same thing I did. That day I got a big surprise.

To enter the larger building it was necessary to go around to the front. There was a door there, but unless you knew where it was it was hard to find. It was hidden by a bunch of bushes and junk that was piled up there and would only open about half way but that was plenty for a kid to slip through.

As soon I squeezed inside I knew something was different. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the darkened interior but as soon as they did I noticed I was not alone. Standing just outside the door of the office was a kid I'd never seen before. 

He had dark hair and dark eyes and wasn't the best looking kid I'd ever seen. His clothes were dirty and ragged looking and his shirt had a hole in the front exposing his belly button. It was an outie.

"Hi."

"Uh, hi," I said looking the kid over some more. He was slender but not skinny, sort of like me, but a little taller maybe.

"You know what this place is?" 

"Not really. My dad said it used to be a Cotton Gin whatever that is. Now they just store hay and stuff  here."

"Yeah, pretty cool though. You hang out here a lot?"

"Sometimes," I said a little annoyed that the kid was messing up my plans to jack off.

"What do you do here?"

I almost told him, but then I got a grip on myself, "Oh, not much...just hang out."

"It's private here," the kid said as if he was reading my mind, "too bad there's no girls here. We could kiss em and stuff."

Kissing didn't sound too exciting but stuff did. Not that I thought that much about girls. To my 11 year old mind they were still sort of confusing and annoying and boys seemed like more fun.

"Yeah, definitely. I'm Robert, what's your name?"

"Gerald," the kid said, "I'm 12, how old are you?"

"11...in March. Where do you live, do you go to Washington?"

"Nope, I live on the other side of town and I go to Jefferson. I walked down the tracks and I saw this place."

"Oh, that's why I never seen you before. That's a long way to walk."

"Naw, not really. I walked all the way to the bridge out by the water treatment plant once."

"Yeah, me and my buddies Johnny and Roger walked out there once and played underneath the bridge."

"Hey, I gotta pee," Gerald said suddenly, moving toward the far corner, "Come over here and talk some more."

I followed him to the corner curious as to what a 12 year old's pecker might look like. Would it be that much bigger than mine, or as big as Johnny's? I didn't want to stare, but I had to see it if I got the chance. It turned out all I had to do was look, cause Gerald wasn't shy at all about showing his pecker.

Like Roger he was cut and as far as I could tell he wasn't much bigger than me. Of course it was soft and who knew how big it got when it was hard, but I didn't figure I'd get to find that out.

"You got  hair down there yet?" Gerald asked as he continued to piss.

"Naw, but my friends do," I admitted, "but I can make sperm now," I added quickly then blushed.

"Yeah, me too. I just started a few months ago. I got a little hair, wanna see?"

I wanted to badly, but I didn't want to sound anxious or weird so I just shrugged which I guess he took as a yes.

He had finished peeing by then and suddenly he swung around toward me and pushed down his dirty jean shorts. The first thing I noticed was that he wasn't wearing any underwear, the second thing was that he had a patch of dark wiry hair just above his pecker that make Johnny's few hairs look like stubble.

"Wow, you got a lot," I said in awe.

"You can touch it if you want," Gerald said jutting his hips out and in the process causing his pecker to swing up then back down.

I was frozen for a moment. Was this a test? If I said yes would he make fun of me and recoil in horror or was he serious? Again I shrugged and he moved closer and jutted his hips out again. 

"Well, feel em," he said impatiently.

I seemed to be moving in slow motion as I raised my hand and reached out to gently touch his little patch of hair. It didn't feel as wiry as it looked, in fact it was soft and curly and felt like the hair on my head when it got wet. I guessed he was a little sweaty down there, but for some reason I didn't care.

"Nice," was all I could think of to say, "wish I had my hair."

"You will, if you got sperm already then you'll get  hair real soon."

I noticed that his pecker looked a little bigger now that I was stroking his pubic hair and I realized he was getting a boner, and so was I. I knew I should  have pulled my hand away, that keeping it there was weird, but I just couldn't bring myself to break contact. 

My hand seemed to have a mind of it's own and suddenly it went from stroking the  silky hair there to touching the base of his pecker. The effect was immediate. His pecker swelled before my eyes and suddenly I was staring at at least 5 inches of hard slender meat. His balls, which I hadn't noticed at first seemed to have pulled up higher and clung to the underside of his pecker looking like a little purse with two marbles in it.

"Ohhh...that...feels good," he said staring into my eyes and smiling a little. Up close he was better looking than I first thought and his eyes were hypnotizing.

"Sorry," I said, but I didn't pull my hand away.

"No...it's cool. Do it some more. Want me to do yours?"

"I..uh," of course I did. Wasn't that why I'd come here...to get my jollies?

"Come on drop em," he said pulling at my top button.

I used my free hand to unbutton my shorts and unzip them and let them drop to my feet. My undies were tented with my very hard pecker and Gerald reached over and pushed then down before I could react.

I gasped as my boner popped into view and Gerald wasted no time wrapping his hand around it and going to town. I moaned softly and he laughed.

"Do mine."

"Oh, yeah.." I said wrapping my hand around his very hard pecker and working it like he was working mine.

"I like your skin, my step brother has skin on his wiener."

"Yeah, I like yours too...like it is..I mean," I said grinning. Truth was I loved his pecker at the moment.

For a while we didn't talk at all and the only sound was our soft breathing and that wet slapping noise that jacking off made. Suddenly our eyes met and Gerald gave me a shy smile. I blushed, but I didn't stop doing what I was doing. This was the second time in two days that I'd held another boy's pecker and the truth was I was really starting to like it...a lot. Oh sure the feeling he was giving my pecker was great too and I liked that a lot, but there was something really naughty and exciting about handling another boy's most private parts.

Suddenly Gerald reached over and felt my nut sack causing me gasp and pull away. I'd never had anyone touch my nuts and naturally since nuts are so sensitive and we boys do everything we can to protect them I wasn't too keen on it.

"It's okay. Relax I'm not gonna rack ya. It'll feel good..I promise."

I did relax a little but I was still on guard in case it was a trick, but when he started stroking them gently and giving them a gentle squeeze I sighed happily.

"Do mine." 

I reached down and mimicked his movement and was amazed at how soft and pleasant his nut sack was to the touch. I'd never really handled my own nuts that much, but I had to admit it felt pretty good. The feeling of Gerald handling my balls had another effect on me too. I was getting closer and closer to finishing and from the look on Gerald's face he was close to.

"Uh...almost there. A little faster..."

"Me too..."

And then almost at once we grunted and began to fire our small but satisfying loads onto the dirty floor. I pushed Gerald's hand away then and finished squeezing out the last few drops as I continued to work his pecker. He finally pushed my hand away and wiped a few drops of sperm off the tip of his pecker and started pulling up his clothes.

"Good one. Always feels better when someone else does it...don't it?"

"Yeah, but this is only the second time I've ever done it with anyone. You?"

"Naw, my step brother and I do it all the time. He's 14 and gots a really big one."

"Wow, really?"

"Yeah, you should come over to my house sometime."

"I don't know where you live."

"It's easy to find. We live right across from the school in a white house with a big tree in the front yard and a fence around it. It's the only house on that side with a fence."

I filed that bit of information away, but I didn't really know if I'd ever use it. I pulled up my clothes and we poked around for a while checking things out like boys do but after a while Gerald said he better be getting home. I walked him out to the tracks and we stood there and talked a while longer.

"Where do you live?"

I told him and he nodded, "I know where that is. Maybe I'll come see ya some time."

"Okay, well...I better get home."

"Yeah, me too. Well...see ya."

"Bye, see ya."

As I walked back home I thought about what had just happened and then about what had happened with Roger. I knew that sort of thing was supposed to be bad, but it had felt so good and was a heck of a whole lot more fun than hide and seek.

By the time I got home my dad was home and he was in our back yard getting the lawn mower out.

"Just in time. Lawn needs mowing and since you're gonna be gone all weekend nows a good time."

"Okay," I said trying to sound more enthusiastic than I was. It was hot out and mowing the lawn wasn't on my list of fun things to do.

"Oh, by the way.....I talked to Johnny's dad today," he said and suddenly I tensed up.

"Said something about Johnny and you and Roger going camping this weekend...that right?"

I licked my lips. Suddenly I was so dry I couldn't speak. I'd lied to my mom and dad and now I was going to have to face the music. "I'm sorry."

My dad laughed, "Did you think we'd say no?"

I nodded, "I'm really sorry. I know I shouldn't have lied, but I really wanted to go and I was afraid..."

"Robert, look at me son," he said squatting down a little.

I raised my tear filled eyes to his and expected the worst.

"I was 11 once and I had good buddies like Johnny and Roger. It's not like I don't know what it's like." he sighed, "best days of my life. Not that I don't like my life now. I love your mother and I love you, but I know a boy needs to be with his friends and given a chance to explore....to test his limits."

I was a little confused at this point. Some of it sounded promising, but it could go either way.

"I won't lie to your mother about his so...I think it's best that you bring it up yourself. I won't tell you what to say and I can't promise what she will think about the idea, but I'll be on your side and I think I can convince her to say yes if she has any doubts. Now get out there and mow that lawn and think about what you are going to say. I'm going to go get a glass of tea and rest in the shade."

So that was it? I wasn't in trouble? And all I had to do was tell the truth even if it was late. I did think about what to say the whole time I was mowing the lawn and when I finally went in supper was ready and on the table. I decided to wait till after we ate, but I guess Dad was anxious to get it over with.

"So..Robert what exactly are  you and Johnny doing this weekend?" he said trying to sound innocent.

I frowned and swallowed a bite of green beans, "Well...we were thinking about camping out..you know? He has a tent and stuff...."

"Where?" mom asked looking worried, "In his backyard I hope."

"Well...we could do that I guess, but see Johnny and Roger thought it would be cool to maybe go somewhere else...like where we could swim and stuff...."

"Where would that be?"

"Well...uh...we were thinking Salty," I said dropping the big bomb.

"Salt Creek. Oh, Robert I don't know. It's so far and dangerous."

"It's not dangerous," I said looking to dad for help, "We go swimming there sometimes and it's just fine."

"But being out there overnight. What if some crazy man came along and killed all of you?"

Moms, you gotta love em...always thinking of the worst thing possible.

Dad laughed, "Mildred, nothing like that is going to happen. For one thing it's in the middle of a cow pasture and the only thing stirring out there at night is probably a few raccoons or opossums. For another as ornery as these  three are they could take care of any crazy person that came along," he laughed. "They're only boys once and I say..give em a chance to explore life and enjoy it."

"What does Johnny and Roger's parents think about this idea?"

"They don't care mom, they already said it was fine as long as you and dad agreed."

My mom looked at my dad, "Carl...are you sure about this?"

"Yes dear. I remember when I was Robert's age me and Walter Smith and Wes Green spend the night out there and it was one of the best times of my life."

"Well...I'll worry the whole time...but I guess if your dad says it's okay...then I guess you can go."

"Thank you so much," I said jumping up and hugging my mom's neck, "You're the best mom ever."

"And you too dad," I sad hugging my dad and then I whispered in his ear, "Thanks dad."

"You're welcome son. Now...if you're finished with your supper go take a bath boy, you stink." my dad teased.

I was giggling as I bounced off to take my bath. I couldn't wait to tell Johnny and Roger the good news. I could go camping now and not feel guilty or worry that I'd be found out later. I learned something new about my dad that day too. From now on I would go to him when I had a problem like this because now I knew he was on my side. 

I was so happy I was singing and when dad knocked on the bathroom door a while later I realized I'd been in the tub so long the water was growing cold.

"Hurry bud, I need to go in the worst way."

"Sorry dad, just getting out," I said jumping up and wrapping a towel around my skinny waste.

I passed dad in the door and he sighed with relief. I caught a glimpse of him shoving his pants down as I closed the door and then I was on the other side no closer to seeing what my father's body looked like. I envied Roger and Johnny who had practically bragged about seeing their fathers naked. I mean it wasn't like I was turned on by my father or anything, but as a kid I was curious about such things. Would my body turn out like his? Would my pecker be as big or small as his when I was a man? But most of all...would I be as good a man as he was when I grew up?

It was these thoughts that filled my head that evening as I lay there in my bed trying to will myself to sleep. I was almost there when I heard a knock on my door. For some reason I wasn't surprised that it was my dad again.

"Robert, are you asleep yet?" he said quietly.

"No sir, come on in."

He walked over slowly and sat on my bed as I scooted over a bit to make room for him. I watched him in the semi darkness of the room and wondered what had brought this visit on. My father wasn't one of those touchy feely fathers and it was always mom who did the tucking in or came to check on me when I had a nightmare or was sick, but that night it was my dad coming to see about me.

"You know I should punish you for lying young man," he said trying to sound stern but failing.

"Yes sir," I gulped. As long as I could go on the campout I guessed a little punishment would be okay...later.

"But...." he sighed, "I was a boy once and I know  how important this kind of thing is. So...I guess we'll let it slide this time, but no more lying...okay young man?"

"I promise dad," I said giving him a goofy grin, "I love you dad."

He smiled and I realized that I really did love my dad, more than I had ever realized. So much that I felt ready to cry and when he leaned down and kissed my forehead he must've noticed the wetness in my eyes, but he didn't mention it.

"I love you too son. Now get some sleep, this is going to be a big weekend for you and your buddies. I wish I was your age and going with you," he said smiling wistfully, "Some of the best times of my life were spend with my buds."

"I can't wait," I said wiping at my eyes and hoping my dad didn't think I was a cry baby.

"Well goodnight bud, see you in the morning."

When he was gone I stared at the door willing him to come back. For some reason I wanted my father near me that  night more than I had in my whole short life. It was if he was a whole different person now and I wanted to get to know  him. Pretty soon my body won out over my mind however and I fell asleep and didn't wake till early morning.

This was it, I thought as I bounced out of bed to go relieve my aching bladder, today is the day. I had morning wood like always but I managed to pee without hosing down the toilet and it went down pretty quick. I got dressed quickly and went in to find my folks already in the kitchen. 

"Good morning sweetie, you're up early," mom said kissing the top of my head.

"I slept really good," I said glancing at my dad and grinning. He gave me a wink and a smile and I felt wonderful.

"Well, breakfast will be ready in about a half hour. Why don't you go get your things gathered up for the camping trip," she sighed, "and I'll run you over to Johnny's later. While you're out getting chiggers and mosquito bites your father and I are going to eat out and see a movie."

We hardly ever ate out and we'd only gone to a movie a few times as a family and suddenly I wished I was staying home and going with then. Then it occurred to me that this was a date night for my parents. That my being gone gave them a chance to do something together without a kid tagging along and I smiled. I guess  until then I never thought about my folks wanting to be alone. I wondered if they'd come home and do it, but that was kind of gross and I wiped that thought out quickly. After all they were my folks and no kid wanted to think about their mom and dad naked and doing it...still it was kind of wicked to think about.

"Robert...."

"What, oh sorry mom..yeah, I'll go get ready. Uh, dad can I use your sleeping bag?"

"Sure son, come on I'll help you get packed."

With my dad's help we had everything ready to go by the time breakfast was ready. Dad had an old army backpack he let me use and we got most of the stuff in it and the sleeping back tied to the top of it.  I was a little worried because I didn't know if I could carry my backpack all that way, but I figured if the other two could do it so could I.

I don't even remember what we had for breakfast but I wolfed it down in record time and went in to brush my teeth and grab my stuff. Dad wound up driving me to Johnny's while mom cleaned up the kitchen, but before we left mom gave me the usual talk about being careful and blah blah blah, then she wrapped me up in her arms and kissed my face and I almost bawled.

Fortunately dad came to the rescue, "That's enough Mildred, he's not going to war or anything. He's just going camping for a couple of days."

"Well, have fun...but be careful," she said giving me one last kiss, "I love you."

"Love you too mom, thanks...see you Sunday. Have fun on your date," I said grinning as I headed to the door.

"I will," she laughed, "hurry back Carl."

"Be back in a shake," my dad said winking, "don't start without me."

I wasn't sure what that meant or if I wanted to know, but I was too excited to think about it for long. We were on our way and soon my adventure would begin. When we got to Johnny's my dad pulled out his wallet and handed me three crisp one dollar bills.

"Share with your buddies..okay?"

"Yes sir," I said happily, "thanks dad."

"And be careful," he said as I opened the door, "the last thing I need to hear is your mother saying, I told you so," he laughed.

I piled out and grabbed my stuff and Johnny and Roger came running out to meet me. I couldn't wait to tell them the good news.


End of Part Two


Next time for sure....the campout



I had planned on writing about the campout in this chapter, but I promise in the next chapter it will happen. In this chapter we learned that honesty is usually the best policy and that Robert has been underestimating his father for a long time. As Robert's eyes are opened to new and exciting things he realizes that things are changing and that this time in  his life is very special. 

I have been a little disappointed in the lack of feedback on this story, but I hope as it developes and more readers find it that that will change. To those who have written me, thank you, your feedback is very important to me.

Thanks once again for your support over the years and I value your emails and your input. Please address all emails to kewl_dad1@hotmail.com I promise to answer all of them in a timely fashion.



8-21-16

Do not take life too seriously. You will never get out of it alive. Elbert Hubbard 





I have updated my story list if you see any missing please let me know.

Other stories by Kewl Dad

* Denotes Series, rest are short stories



  1. Adolescent (A poem and story by Kewl Dad)
  2. Accidental Dad
  3. Alex and Aidan *
  4. At the Dike
  5. Black Cock
  6. Boy Glory Hole
  7. Christmas Boy
  8. Cory *
  9. Corey's Scent
  10. DMV Boy
  11. Dougie's Story * (#Part three of a series)
  12. The Family *
  13. The Ginger and the Chub
  14. Hair Salon Boy
  15. Little Brother's Feet *
  16. Lost in Fear *
  17. Mars
  18. McChicken
  19. My Best Friend's Dad  (Related series to my Son's Best Friends)
  20. My Not so Miserable Life (This story is one of my favorites)
  21. My Little Runaway * (#Part one of a series)
  22. My Son's Best Friends  *
  23. Poindexter Files *
  24. Rabbit: A Christmas Story
  25. Second Chance for Love
  26. Skateboard Christmas 2015
  27. Skateboard Boy *
  28. Sudden Family *
  29. Taking a Chance on Love
  30. The Year I Learned to Love my Brother (TYILTLMB) *
  31. Tommy Boy * (#Part two of a series)
  32. To the Max
  33. Tracy *
  34. What a Dollar Will Buy
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It's Amazing What Sex Can do for a Guy (the story of a boy's first time with a boy and first time with a girl)