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My 11th Summer
IT'S ONLY A KISS
Part 6
by: Kewl Dad



The next day I woke up first. At first I didn't know where I was then last night came rushing back over me and I smiled. I looked over at Ricky and he was so cute just laying there snoring away. We had pulled the sheet over us at some point but I could see a slight bulge where his morning boner pushed it up. I had morning wood too and needed to pee really bad. 

It was one thing to pee out of the door in the dark, but now that it was light it was a different story. I hated to wake him so I slipped on my shorts and was just about to slip out and go pee when he woke up. I looked back at him and he smiled and stretched like a cat.

"Morning, I was just gonna go pee. Wanna go?"

"In a minute. What time is it?"

"I don't know for sure, but early I think. The sun hasn't been up all that long. I bet mom is up and she'll fix us some breakfast."

"Okay," Ricky said throwing back the covers and exposing his hardon. He giggled and rubbed it trying to get it to go down I guess then rearranged it so it laid flat on his tummy.

"I got wood too," I laughed, "and I gotta pee really bad."

Ricky grabbed his clothes and got dressed while we talked about what we were going to do today. He didn't have to be home till later and we had the whole day ahead of us. The things we'd done in the dark the night before lingered in the background, but in the daylight we had our minds on the kind of things boys enjoy.

When we got to the house my mom was in the kitchen. "Morning boys, are you hungry?"

"Starved mom, can we have pancakes and bacon?"

"Sure thing, go wash up and I'll start them."

"We gotta use the bathroom really bad," I said grinning, "then we'll be back."

I led Ricky to the bathroom and we stood hip to hip as we drained our bladders and our morning wood disappeared. We washed our hands and then our faces and that brought us fully awake. I wondered if Johnny and his crew was  up yet or if they were sleeping in and what they'd done to pass the time in their tent last night. Not that I really cared or anything, you know...just curious.

Ricky and I sat at the table and watched my mom cook our breakfast and chatted with her while we waited.

"So, was it everything you hoped it would be....sleeping in a tree?" my mom said looking amused.

"It was a lot of fun. I don't know why I never thought of it before. Maybe next time Johnny and Roger can sleep up there too."

"I don't think four of you would fit," she teased.

"Oh, well...Ricky will be going back to Kansas next week, so I meant just the three of us."

My mom started asking Ricky questions then and I was off the hook for the time being. Ricky answered all her questions politely and called her ma am and stuff and she really ate it up. I could tell she really liked him and approved of my new friend and I was glad, because I really liked him and I wanted us to be friends for a long time.

After breakfast we took turns riding my bike up and down the street then played with my cars and trucks in the yard. Yeah, I said cars and trucks. Remember we were only 11 and still boys, and sex wasn't the only thing we enjoyed. 

Using the hoe we scraped out roads and dug ditches and built bridges using pieces of wood. I ran inside and grabbed some shoes boxes and we used those for houses  and we made driveways and pretended we were neighbors and stuff. I know it sounds lame, but man oh man we sure had fun that day.

When we got tired of playing in the dirt we went inside and washed up and good old mom had sandwiches and iced tea for us. And for dessert she had baked brownies. My mom was the best.

"Wow, your mom is nice," Ricky said as we wandered outside to play some more.

"Yeah, my dad's nice too. Your folks seem nice and I love your grandma. She always treats me like I was her grandson or something."

"Yeah, she's pretty special. Hey! Think you come down to my grandma's for a while? I got some new army men and jeeps and stuff and we could play inside in the bedroom on the carpet."

"I can ask. Stay here I'll be right back."

I rushed in and breathlessly told my mom that Ricky wanted me to come over to his grandma's for a while and she just smiled.

"You two have really hit it off, haven't you?"

"Well, yeah...he's nice and a lot of fun (if only she knew how much fun) and his folks are nice too."

"Well, I'm glad you made a new friend, but don't neglect your old ones," she said looking worried, "you and Johnny are best friends and I'd hate so see anything get in the way of that friendship."

"Gosh mom can't I have other friends too? Heck, Roger is my friend and that works out okay."

"I want you to have as many friends as you possibly can, but don't choose one over the other is all I'm saying."

"I won't. Besides Ricky is only going to be here a little while longer and Johnny and Roger will be here forever."

"Okay, you can go, but be back home in time for supper...by at least 5:30."

"Okay, mom.  Thanks," I said kissing her on the cheek. She smiled and I realized that I loved her so much it almost hurt sometimes. She was pretty too and if I'd liked girls, I'd want one just like her.

Ricky jumped up off the porch when I came out and he was as happy as I was. We walked the short distance to his grandma's house and we found out his folks had gone to visit some other relatives and wouldn't be back till supper time.

Ricky's grandma said she was going to take a nap, but that we could play inside if we were quiet. She said she needed her beauty sleep and we all laughed. I had always liked her, but after becoming Ricky's friend I took special care of her lawn from then on.

We closed the door to the bedroom where Ricky was staying and set up our army men on the floor beside the bed. It was cramped but we were small and we used the space under the bed for a secret cave where our soldiers camped. We played our imaginary war games and zoomed our jeeps and tanks around and talked the whole time and eventually we got around to what had happened the night before.

"That was really cool.....with the rubber and all," Ricky said quietly, "Hey, we forgot to go get me one. Can we do that before you go home?"

"Sure we can walk down there when I start home, it's on the way."

"The other stuff was cool too," Ricky said grinning.

"Yeah, real cool," I said turning red. I was a little embarrassed, but excited too.

"I can't believe I'm shooting now," he said smiling, "I hope I get my hair soon."

"Yeah, me too. Johnny has hair already, but Roger has a bigger pecker. It's hard to figure out this stuff."

"My dad is really hairy," Ricky said grinning, "but it's hard to tell how big his peter is cause I never saw it hard."

"Nasty," I laughed, "who'd want to see their dad with a hardon?"

Ricky shrugged, "Just to compare, that's all."

"Yeah, well...I've only seen my dad once and for an old guys he looks okay I guess. I wouldn't mind looking like him when I get older."

"Yeah, same here, except I'm not sure I want that much hair."

"You could shave it," I laughed.

"Yeah, with a big ole razor," he laughed  as he pounced on me and pretended to be shaving me.

I could feel his hot sweaty body against me and smell his musky scent and before long my pecker was starting to get hard. He was getting hard too and I could feel his peter against my leg as we wrestled around. There wasn't a lot of air stirring in the room and it was kind of stuffy, but neither of us really cared. 

My head was sort of swimming and I was breathless as Ricky rolled onto me and straddled me holding my arms above my head. I could have easily broken free, but it felt good to have him on me and though I pretended to struggle I didn't try to throw him off.

Suddenly he leaned down and our eyes were locked on each other. He was so close I could feel his warm breath on my face and smell his lunch. My heart was beating fast and I could feel the blood pumping in my ears and suddenly he leaned down and before I knew what was happening he kissed me on the cheek then rolled off of me and jumped up.

"Let's go outside now, it's hot in here."

I felt so confused, but happy. I'd just had my first kiss from a boy and even though it was on the cheek it was the best feeling ever. Even better than having my pecker sucked or played with and somehow it seemed more intimate than any of that other stuff we'd done.

I followed Ricky outside as my mind raced and I tried to wrap my head around what had just happened. Did Ricky like me as much as I liked him? Was I being unfair to Johnny by liking Ricky that much? Roger didn't even play into it, we were friends, but not tight like me and Johnny and I didn't worry about him. Johnny was a different story and I worried about what was happening with my feelings since I'd met Ricky.

We played around in the backyard, but neither of us mentioned what had just happened. I think we both knew that it was important, but we didn't  have the experience or maturity to process it at that moment. He had acted on instinct and it was a sweet moment, but I guess in the end he was embarrassed by it and needed to escape. I wanted to assure him that it was okay, that I liked it, but I didn't know how to express myself. Instead I just did the best I could to let him know that I liked him and that I wanted to be his friend and I guess it worked.

He walked me home that afternoon and we stopped at the Sinclair and he bought a rubber, but he just stuck it in his pocket and didn't talk about his plans for it. He walked me to my front porch and we talked a while and agreed to try to get together the next day. I stood on the porch and watched him walk away until he was out of sight and then went inside to see what mom was cooking for supper.

My dad came home shortly after that and I sort of put things aside for a while. My dad and I seemed closer since that day he'd confronted me about my lie and we were spending more time together. After supper he asked me if I wanted to help him change the oil in the car and I jumped at the chance to be with him and show him what a big help I could be.

Mom made us put on old clothes and it was a good thing cause we were pretty much covered in oil by the time we got through. Dad jacked the car up and we put cinder blocks under the frame just in case and we crawled under it and he showed me how to remove the oil plug. 

We drained the oil into a pan and then came the messy part, replacing the oil filter. When he finally got it loose he lost his grip on it and it fell into the pan splashing us both with dirty black oil. We both laughed as we looked at each other and I had never felt so close to my dad.

Dad put a new filter on and let me replace the oil plug and tighten it then we crawled out and he let me put the oil in using a funnel. When it was full he showed me how to check the level on the dipstick and we went in to clean up. 

Mom took one look at us and sighed, "Oh dear, you look like tar babies. Please try not to destroy the bathroom when you clean up. I just cleaned it this morning."

We stripped off our dirty clothes and threw them in a pile then took turns using Lava to wash our hands with. Dad grabbed an old toothbrush and we used it to clean under our nails and pretty soon we had most of the grease off.

"I think what we need now is a shower son, what do you think."

"Yes sir, a nice hot shower would be good."

"Well, if you think you can stand being in there with your old man we could just take a shower together and save water."

I was shocked by such a suggestion and my face must've shown it cause dad sort of blushed and stuttered, "Or if not you can go first."

"No, that's fine," I said recovering quickly, "that would be fine. Just us guys...." I laughed nervously.

"Yeah, just us guys and you are growing up so fast. I feel like I don't hardly know you anymore."

"Awww dad, I'm the same kid," I said squirming a little. Was he talking about my getting boners and shooting sperm?

"Well, if you can find time for me I'd like to spend a little more time with you from now on."

"Yes sir, that would be fine," I said smiling.

"Okay, good then...let's get these underpants off and get our dirty butts washed," he chuckled.

I'd like to say that I didn't think about sex the whole time my dad and I showered together, but it was hard not to with his adult sized pecker hanging there almost in front of my face. I don't know how I kept from popping a boner, but I managed somehow and we managed to get clean and dried off without anything too weird  happening.

The good thing was I got a chance to really study my dad's body and see what an adult body looked like up close. I hoped I looked that good when I was his age, but one thing I still wondered about was how big was his pecker when it was hard? I knew thinking about that was probably weird and maybe sick, but it wasn't like I wanted to touch it or anything (well, maybe just a little) I just wanted to see what I could look forward to as an adult.

I guess I was lost in thought cause suddenly my dad tapped me on the shoulder, "Robert did you hear what I asked you?" 

When I looked up my dad was just slipping on his underwear and I watched as he pulled them up over his pecker."Uh no sir, sorry."

"I said your mom said that you and your new friend Ricky seem to be getting along really well."

"Yes sir, he's really nice and a lot of fun to be with and I like his family too." I was still naked and holding my towel. I was mostly dry except where I couldn't reach on my back.

"That's great," my dad sighed, "when I was your age I had a lot of really good friends and we had lots of adventures together. Those were the best days of my life."

"Yes sir, that's sort of how I feel. I mean I'm not even in a big hurry to grow up. I like being a kid, even if I do have to go to school," I said grinning.

My dad laughed and grabbed my towel from me and spun me around and started drying my back, "You've grown so much. You're not the skinny little kid that you used to be."

He was quiet for a while and I could tell he was trying to find the right words to say next and when  he finally spoke he sounded as nervous as I was.

"I suppose you're getting to that age when you body starts changing and crazy things start happening."

I just nodded, I didn't know how much he knew and I sure wasn't going to volunteer anything till I knew how he felt about those things.

"You're dry, why don't you put your undies on and we can talk some more."

"Okay, what do you mmm uh, want to talk about?"

"Well, your mother thinks it's time I had the talk with you," he chuckled, "my dad was an old fashioned man and back then you didn't talk about stuff like that, but I promised myself I'd do a better job if I ever had a son...and well, I did and here you are," he said laughing nervously.

"Uh, okay," I said blushing bright red, "I guess I'm ready," I said as I slipped my underwear on. My pecker and balls seemed to have disappeared inside my body so at least I didn't have to worry about them embarrassing me.

"Why don't you go get some shorts and a tee shirt on and meet me out back on the porch. I'll have mom fix us a glass of tea."

"Does she have to know?" I said in horror.

"Son, your mother is the one who suggested I talk to you. Don't be embarrassed, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's just nature, that's all."

I nodded and ran off to get dressed, but I was so nervous I put my shirt on backwards and had to turn it around. When I got to the back porch dad was sitting on the top step sipping a glass of tea. Another glass sat next to him and when I sat down beside him he handed it to me. 

I took a big swallow and it helped calm me down a bit, but as soon as he started speaking I started shaking.

"Look son, there's nothing to be worried or embarrassed about. You're not in trouble and there's nothing wrong with you. You're just growing up, that's all. Your body is starting to change as it takes you from boyhood to manhood."

That sounded like something from a book and not like my dad, but it did make sense I guess. That first time I'd seen him naked came flashing back and I smiled. He's been amused that I was so nervous about seeing him and laughed when I told him I'd be proud to look like him when I got older.

"I was just about your age when I discovered that my pecker was for more than just peeing," he said as my face turned beet red again, "I suppose I thought I was the first boy to ever discover that and that no one else ever did it, but I soon found out I wasn't alone."

He was quiet for a moment and I almost said something but then he continued, "Before anyone tells you it's wrong or sinful or bad for you, let me tell you...it is not any of those things. It is a natural and normal thing and I'd say most boys do it."

"Oh..okay," I said not admitting anything.

"Do you have any questions about that?" he asked softly.

"Uh, no sir. I don't think so," I stammered.

My dad laughed softly, "Robert, Robert I know this is embarrassing for you, but I'm trying to help. If you ever do have any questions I hope you'll come to me for answers. I love you and I want you to grow up to be healthy and happy."

"Oh...okay dad, I promise, but I'm fine right now."

"I guess you and your buddies have it all figured out," he grunted, "well, my buddies and I thought so too, turns out we didn't know as much as we thought we did."

"Like what?"

"Like where babies came from and how they were made," he said looking at me for my reaction.

My face must've shown my interest/horror at my dad breaching such a subject and he soon continued.

"I know you're too young to be interested in girls yet....or at least not in that way, but it's never too early to learn how to be safe." My dad was blushing now. It never occurred to me until that minute that this might be as uncomfortable for him as it was for me.

"Is....is that what rubbers are for?" I said before I could stop myself.

My dad laughed softly, "Sounds like you already have some good information. Yes son, condoms can prevent a girl from getting pregnant, but of course the best way is to just not do....umm, that kind of stuff until you're married."

I frowned, "So no one should do that unless they're married?"

My dad sighed, "Well, that's what everyone says, but truth is...most guys don't wait...so.... it's important that when and if the time comes and you find yourself...uh um, in the situation, you know what to do."

I nodded, but truth was I couldn't imagine myself in that situation since I pretty much knew I liked boys more than girls, even at that age.

"Robert, you're a good looking boy and the girls are going to swarm after you like flies," he chuckled, "and believe it or not some girls are more aggressive than guys. Some little honey is likely to try to trap you that way...oh, I'm not saying next week or even next year, but when you get older and can...well...when you're more of a man than a boy."

I nodded again, "So watch out for girls," I said grinning, "Is that what happened with you and mom?"

My dad threw back his head and howled with laughter. I laughed too and when he got himself  under control he wiped at his eyes and smiled, "No...far from it. I had to win your mom. She was the most beautiful and sweetest gal I'd ever met, but at first she wouldn't give me the time of day. Then one night we were at a school dance and her date tried to get a little too fresh with her and I sort of stepped in and rescued her and the rest is history. After that we dated steady till we graduated then got married."

"Wow, I never knew that," I said smiling, "That's so cool."

"Yeah, I'm a very lucky guy," he said smiling and raising his eyebrows comically.

I groaned, "Daaaaad, I don't want to hear that stuff."

"Anyway son, what I'm trying to tell you here tonight is this, we know you're growing up, that's you're discovering how...ummm..pleasant your body can feel and that's fine. Just keep it private and enjoy it. I know you and your buds are probably doing some things and that's okay too. That's natural and normal and me and my buds did the same thing and if you have a son someday he and his buds will do it too. It's how we boys figure things out. I hope this helps in some way and that you'll feel comfortable talking to me about...these kind of things if you have any questions. I love you very much son and I'm always here for you."

I felt ready to cry then and I couldn't speak so I just nodded. He pulled me into a one handed hug and I melted into him and we just sat  there for a long time looking out at the darkness and breathing in the night air and each other's scent. I loved how my dad smelled and even  now years later I can still remember that comforting scent.

We eventually broke off the hug and went inside. Mom was nowhere in sight, but later when I was in bed she knocked on my door and kissed me goodnight. I was terrified she would ask me how the talk went, but she never did and as far as know that talk was between me and my dad...well, and my buddies, mostly cause I was bragging about how cool my dad was.

I was tempted to jack off that night since I'd been given the green light for pleasuring myself, but in the end I was too tired and simply rubbed myself till I fell asleep.



Morning came and as usual I was up early and hungry. I peed and got dressed and wandered in to see what was for breakfast. Mom greeted me with a kiss and told me to sit down and she'd fix me a plate. There was bacon and scrambled eggs and homemade biscuits and gravy. It was as if she had planned a special breakfast just for me and I wondered if it had anything to do with the talk dad and I had the night before.

I wolfed down my breakfast, washing it down with a glass of milk with Nestle's Quik and offered to help clear, but mom told me that she had some chores for me and I moaned. I should have known, the big breakfast was to give me energy for what was to come.

My chores including mowing the lawn and taking out the trash and sweeping out the garage, but I was done by noon. Mom fixed us sandwiches and we ate while sitting on the back porch. It was already hot and I thought about asking if I could go swimming again, but without my buddies it wasn't much fun. 

I wondered if Ricky was busy, but I decided I'd see if he came to me rather than going over to his grandma's house. There was Johnny and Roger to consider too, but again I decided to stay put and just see if any of them showed up.

I puttered around in the backyard listening to my transistor radio while mom cleaned house and did laundry and pretty soon the afternoon slipped away from me. I found a spot under a shade tree and threw a blanket down and  listened to the radio I soon fell asleep.

I awoke to something nudging me and when I looked up there was Johnny kicking my shoulder with his bare foot.

"You dead?" he laughed.

"Mmmmm...nope, just tired. Mom had a bunch of chores for me to do today."

He plopped down beside me and stretched out his leg and rested his bare foot against my thigh. I guess even back then I was starting to like feet because my pecker was actually starting to stir just from his foot on my leg.

"Well, how was the sleepover...in the treehouse. Any action?" Johnny laughed.

"It was fun. How did the tent thing go. Did you see Ronnie's dinker again?" I fired back.

"More than that. Remind me to tell you later."

"What are you up to today?"

"Not much. I went by Roger's but he's grounded for two days for sassing his mom. I heard he called her a bitch," he laughed.

"Wow, really. My mom would kill me if I did that, or my dad would for sure."

"My mom and I fight all the time, but she never grounds me. Hey, you still sleeping over this weekend?"

"If you want me to."

"Why wouldn't I?...uh, you don't have plans with you new boyfriend do you?" he smirked.

I sat there steaming for a minute before replying, "He's not my boyfriend, he's my friend, just like you and Roger. Why do you hate him so much?"

Johnny blushed and laughed nervously, "I don't. I was just kidding. Loosen up man. It's all cool."

"Anyway, I can have more than one friend..can't I?" I have you and Roger and now Ricky. What's the big deal?"

"I didn't say it was. Just kidding."

I sat there for a minute trying to figure out what to say or do next, but it was Johnny who took the initiative.

"Come on, let's go do something. I'm bored."

So just like that we forgot our differences and started hanging out like we always did. We played in the clubhouse for a while then Johnny suggested we climb up into the treehouse. I followed Johnny up the ladder and when we were seated on the wooden floor Johnny leaned back on his arms and sighed.

"It's cooler up here. Hey, got any money. We could go down to the Deep Rock and get a pop."

"Yeah, I got a quarter."

"In a minute. Let's rest first. So did you guys do anything up here?"

I wasn't sure I wanted to talk about what Ricky and I  had done but fortunately I didn't have to because Johnny started telling me about his adventures in the tent.

"We had fun the other night...in the tent. Roger was horny as an old goat and he started wrestling with Ronnie and Ronnie got a hardon. His pecker is pretty big for a kid his age and he started rubbing it through his shorts. Roger grabbed his shorts and pulled them down and he didn't even mind. He just kicked em off and then he told us we should take ours off too so it would be fair.

You should've seen his eyes when he saw how big our peckers were," Johnny laughed, "and Roger told him he could touch his if he wanted to and he did. Then he touched mine and I we took turns touching his."

"Did you shoot?"

"Not then, but later. After we laid down I heard Roger talking to Ronnie and in the dark I saw Roger go down between his legs and suck Ronnie's pecker. I guess the kid just bout went crazy from how good it felt and I guess Roger talked him into doin it back cause next thing I knew Ronnie was sucking on Roger's big old pecker and Roger was really likin it."

"Wow, did Ronnie suck yours too?"

"Naw, I jacked off while I watched em and then we all went to sleep."

"Did...did Ronnie swallow Roger's sperm?"

"Some of it I guess, but most of it went on his face and chest and Roger wiped it off on his shirt."

"Wow, so Ronnie likes sex stuff too. Isn't he kind of young for that stuff?"

"He's almost ten, he's just a small for his age, that's all."

"Aren't you afraid he'll tell his mom what you guys did to him?"

"Naw, he's just happy to have friends and he's a good sport. Plus he liked it, I could tell. Heck I think he's hooked on that stuff now."

I laughed, "Well, I guess you got a new boyfriend of your own," I said dryly.

Johnny frowned, "Naw, we're not really friends, I just let him hang out with me..cause I feel sorry for him."

"And now cause he can suck your pecker," I joked.

"Maybe, maybe not. We'll see."

"Wanna go get that pop now?"

"First you gotta tell me what you and Ricky did that night up here."

I sighed, "Not much," I lied. "We looked at magazines and ate some stuff my mom fixed for us."

"And.....what else?"

"Well, we got the rubber and I let him try it."

"And....what else?"

"Okay, okay...we sucked each other...is that what you wanted to hear?" I said with exasperation.

"I thought so. Well...was it good?"

"It was great," I smirked. Why  was he being such a jerk? "We did it at the same time." I explained how we'd laid end to end and sucked each other and how Ricky  had come for the first time and Johnny just stared at the floor the whole time.

When I was done I felt sort of bad, like I had been rubbing it in, but I figured he started it so it was his own fault.

"Well..good. I'm glad you had fun," Johnny said stiffly, "Let's go." He said crawling toward the door of the treehouse.

I followed him feeling really bad about things, but I was too stubborn to say anything. I followed him down the ladder and out the back gate and still we hadn't said one word to each other. As we crossed the railroad tracks he finally spoke, but I could tell he was still mad or upset or whatever.

"Remember that last time...when that bum was in that box car and you almost  hit him with a rock?"

"Yeah," I said darting my eyes his way.

"Well, if I ever see a bum in one of those boxcars I'm gonna hit him right in the head with a rock."

I didn't reply, I knew  he was just trying to sound mean and express his anger toward me, but I wasn't sure why he was angry at me. I hadn't done anything he didn't do. Why was he mad at me?"

At the Deep Rock we pulled ice cold bottles of RC Cola out of the refrigerated cooler and opened them on the built in bottle opener. The Deep Rock still had one of those pop boxes filled with cold water and you just paid the guy at the counter for your pop.

I pulled out my quarter and paid for the pops plus the two cents deposit on each one and got a penny in change which I stuck in my pocket. We walked outside and Johnny sort of led the way while I followed still not knowing what to say or do.  

He headed up Mill walking south and I pulled up beside him, "Where are we going?"

Johnny just shrugged and kept quiet for a half block or so then he turned to me and said, "Do you like him more than me?"

"What?" I was stunned. Why was he being like this just because I made a new friend, "Who?" I said acting stupid.

"Ricky. Do you...do you like him more than me now?"

"No, why would you say that? We're best friends. I just met him. Sure I like him, but it's not like I'm going to see him all the time. He's going back to Kansas next week and I might never see him again for all I know."

"Good," Johnny said meanly and that was all it took to piss me off.

"That's mean and you know it," I said hotly as I stopped dead in my tracks, "If that's how you're gonna be, then I think I'm gonna go home."

"So go then, I don't care."

"Okay, I will." I said turning to go, but hoping he'd beg me to stay.

"Maybe you can go be with Ricky instead of me. That's what you want...isn't it?"

"I'm gonna go home now. I'm not going anywhere else. I just can't stand being with you right now."

All the way home I expected Johnny to come running up and apologize or at least talk to me, but it never happened. I looked back once and saw him walking along slowly in the same direction we'd been walking in and I sighed. I felt awful. Had I caused all this or was I innocent? I couldn't figure out what was different with this friend. Johnny had never been jealous of Roger or any other friend I made, why Ricky?

When I got home I was too upset to go inside so I sat around on the back porch and listened to the radio and wallowed in my misery. My life had been so good and so happy up until now. Why did Johnny have to be such a jerk? I kept staring out at the back gate hoping Johnny would show up and things would be okay, but I finally gave up and went inside.

Mom was taking a nap so I watched TV till dad got home and I found out he was taking us out to dinner. We didn't eat out much, but when we did it was  usually a big deal and I wondered what was up. 

"We're going to Thomas's Restaurant," Dad said proudly, "we're celebrating buddy. I got a raise at work."

"Wow, really. Are we rich now dad?"

My dad laughed, "No, not yet, but we're not in the poor house yet so that's a good thing."

My mom was  up by then and after kissing dad she took one look at me and ordered me to go take a shower. I took a quick one and then dad took his shower and by six we were ready to go. Mom looked nice in a pretty pink dress and dad actually wore a dress shirt, but he refused to wear a tie. I wore my best jeans and a striped pullover and we were off to the restaurant.

It was still early and they weren't busy yet, but I knew soon the place would be packed. It was a family run restaurant and had been around since my mom and dad were kids. They had good food but it wasn't too fancy and the prices weren't bad and when we ate there mom and dad always told me to order anything I wanted.

That night I had chicken friend steak and a baked potato and salad, even though I didn't eat that much of the salad. Dad even sprang for dessert and I had a piece of chocolate cake with gooey chocolate filling inside. It was the best thing I ever tasted and I told my mom she should learn how to make it.

After we ate dad drove us around town for a while, just wasting gas, as he called it, and we talked about things. I learned that not only had dad got a raise, but a promotion at the company he worked for and he might be working a few more hours which I wasn't too happy about.

Mom was really happy and I could tell she was proud of dad and they kept hugging up together and I thought that was nice. I wondered if they'd be doing it later and it didn't seem as gross as it used to now that I knew how good sex felt. Then I thought about Johnny and I got quiet for a while.

I guess my mom noticed cause she asked me what had happened with Johnny today.

"It's no big deal. We just had a fight, that's all. He was being a jerk and I didn't want to be around him, that's all."

"Hmm...does it have anything to do with you hanging around with your new friend Ricky?"

I sighed, "Why is everyone making a big deal out of my making a new friend?"

"We're not dear, but Johnny might just be a little jealous. He'll get over it when Ricky goes back to Kansas. Meanwhile just try to understand how he feels. You two have been friends a long time and you're closer than some brothers. He probably just feels a little left out."

"Didn't stop him from having Roger and Ronnie over for a sleepover in his backyard," I grumbled, "it's not fair. I'm not jealous of him, why should he be jealous of me?"

Mom laughed softly, "Maybe he's just more sensitive than you are dear. You two will work it out somehow, just don't be too hard on him."

"Fine, I won't. I'll go talk to him tomorrow if it's okay."

"That's fine dear."

Back at home I left mom and dad to entertain each other and I went off to my room and read comic books till it was time for bed. I stripped off my clothes and crawled into bed and turned out the bedside lamp. It was still warm out, but the window fan was doing a pretty good job of cooling the room as it blew across my body and I began to feel tingly and sleepy after awhile.

My hand found my pecker and I toyed with it till it was hard and decided I wasn't going to be able to sleep till I jacked off. As I lay there exploring my body with one hand and jacking my pecker with the other I thought about Ricky and how much fun we'd had sucking each other. I could almost see his pretty pecker and smell his sweet scent as I pounded my pecker to a toe curling orgasm. 

My pecker squirted three times hitting my stomach and chest before burping out a few more drops then running dry. I wiped up the sperm with my hand and sniffed it before licking it off my hands. I continued till I had most of it cleaned up then grabbed the sock I kept under my mattress and wiped off the rest.  I was asleep minutes later.



The next day I slept a little later than usual and ate a bowl of oatmeal with a banana for breakfast. Once I had my tummy full I grabbed my ball cap and pulled it on and headed down to Johnny's house. I was nervous the whole way there. What if he didn't want to talk to me? What if he didn't want to be my friend anymore? I didn't know what I'd do if that happened. He had always been there as long as I could remember. It was like mom said, we were closer than most brothers.  I had to make this right, but would he meet me half way?

My stomach was churning as I turned down  his street and long before I got to his house I could see him in his front yard and he wasn't alone. Ronnie was there and Johnny was playing keep away from him with a ball. You know, holding the ball up just within reach then snatching it back just at the last  minute.

His back was turned to me but Ronnie saw me and when he did he started dancing up and down and pointing. Johnny spun around and gave me a look then just stood there holding the ball in his hands and Ronnie took that opportunity to grab it. He ran a few feet away and waited, but when Johnny didn't chase him he came back and just stood by Johnny waiting for me to get there.

"Hi," I said when I got close.

"Hey."

"Hi Robert, member me...Ronnie?" He was dressed in those same skimpy tight shorts. Was that the only thing the kid had or did he have a bunch of them that looked alike?

"Yeah, hi Ronnie. Can I talk to you Johnny...alone?"

"Yeah, hey Ronnie you should go home now. I'll see ya later, okay?"

Ronnie looked sad but he didn't argue. He gave me a sad look then handed Johnny the ball and started walking away. I watched him till he got to his house then he turned and gave us one more sad look and went inside.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to run him off."

"It's okay, I was getting tired of him anyway. He's a pain sometimes."

"You still mad at me?" I said eying him shyly.

"Nope, never was," he lied, "you're the one who split yesterday..not me."

"Look, I don't want to argue anymore...okay?"

He shrugged, "Okay, so what do you want to do?"

"Can we just be pals again and forget all that stuff?"

He smiled, "Yeah, I guess so. Wanna go inside? No one home but me."

"Okay," I said smiling and feeling much better now that we'd made up.

He fixed us a glass of tea and we went to his room and sat on his bed looking at his latest muscle mag and I got sort of hard from seeing all those beefy guys shirtless and in little shorts. He pointed to one and commented that he wanted to look like that someday and I mumbled, "I think you look okay just like you are."

He turned to me and smiled, "Really? Want me to take off my shirt so you can see better?" he said smiling.

I nodded, "If you want. I don't mind."

So he stripped of his tee shirt and I made a big deal of praising his muscles and finally reached over and started rubbing his chest. He closed his eyes and I smiled. I liked having that effect on him and when I leaned in close to catch a whiff of his musky scent his eyes opened slowly and met mine.

I smiled shyly then leaned in a bit more and before I knew what was  happening our lips met. It was a quick kiss and we kept our mouths closed,  but it was the most amazing thing I had ever experienced. I remember thinking how soft his lips were and how I could feel his breath on my face and smell his boyish scent and suddenly I was aware that I had a hardon.

We just sat there for a minute staring at each other then the moment passed and he was pointing out something else in the magazine. I wanted to talk about what had just happened and maybe do it again, but I was afraid Johnny would get upset. After all he seemed worried about the stuff we were doing lately being gay and kissing seemed like the gayest thing we'd done.

When Johnny announced that he had to pee I didn't know whether to follow him or wait for him in his room, but when he grabbed my arm and pulled me up I knew he wanted me with him. I needed to pee too and as we stood side by side crossing our streams like the little kids we were we giggled and things seemed just like old times. Then when it was time to put our peckers away we lingered a little longer looking at each other nervously and then Johnny leaned in and kissed me really fast and zipped up and ran out of the bathroom.

I zipped up so fast I almost caught my pecker skin in my zipper then ran after him. I chased him around his back yard till we were both too tired to run then we fell down in a pile panting like dogs. His scent was stronger now that he had sweated, but it was still pleasant to me. 

We still didn't talk about the kissing, but I knew it was on both our minds and to me it was really important. Maybe Johnny was so jealous of me and Ricky because his feelings for me were stronger than just friends. I had to ask myself, did I feel that way about him? I had thought I felt that way about Ricky when we kissed, but now that this had happened with Johnny I realized this was ten times more powerful and exciting for me. Kissing was new to me, but I was beginning to understand that it could be more intense than what went on below the belt.

We finally rolled onto our backs staring up at the cloud filled sky and enjoying each other's company. I felt such love for him suddenly that tears stung my eyes.

"I'm sorry," I muttered, "you're my best friend in the whole world and I'm sorry I was a jerk."

"You weren't a jerk, I was and I'm sorry too. Let's just forget that...okay?"

I nodded, "Okay, boy it's gonna be fun this weekend. Are we gonna camp out in your tent?"

"Yeah, that's the plan. It will be more private and we can do whatever we want," he said sounding excited.

"Just us, right?"

"Just us buddy," he said grabbing my hand and squeezing it playfully. 

At first he was sort of rough and applying a lot of pressure like boys do, then his grip softened and we were just holding hands. There was no one around and even if there had been we were laying so close that they probably couldn't see our hands entwined between us.

His hand was warm and soft, yet strong and I felt so safe laying there beside him. He'd always  had my back and I knew he always would. I was young and inexperienced but what I was feeling were the first pangs of love and that that love was for my best friend in the whole world was the best part of it.

We lay there for a long time just holding hands and talking softly then we went back inside and watched some TV till his mom and sister came home. We wandered out front then and Ronnie wandered down and we played keep away from him, but he was just glad to have some one to play with. 

Around four I told Johnny I had to go and  he and Ronnie walked with me part way home. When we split up Johnny and I gave each other a smile and I felt really happy. I rubbed Ronnie messy blond hair and told him goodbye and he was grinning and bouncing around like a puppy. I was beginning to feel sorry for him just like Johnny did. He was a cute kid and so eager to please. I wondered if that was why  he had messed with Roger that night. Was that just a way to be accepted and liked?

When I got home mom met me at the door. "Well?"

"We're fine. I told you it was nothing," I said smugly, "we just made plans for this weekend. We're gonna sleep out in his tent in the back yard."

"Well good. Go wash up supper is early tonight. Your dad is taking us to the movies tonight."

Wow, dinner the night before and a movie tonight. Dad must've really got a big raise. I hadn't been to the movie theater since Johnny and Roger and me had gone to the Saturday morning matinee. For 25¢ you got to see a movie and a bunch of cartoons and a bag of popcorn thrown in for free. We bought Cokes and pickles and had a blast that day.

The movie was Girls, Girls, Girls an Elvis Presley movie, and even though it wasn't the most exciting thing I'd ever seen I wound up liking it a lot. Dad sprung for popcorn and sodas and even though we'd had a good supper I ate it all greedily.

About half way through I had to go pee and when I walked inside the men's room there was this guy at the urinal just standing there and when I unzipped my pants his eyes were right on my pecker. I felt kind of weird. I'd heard about perverts who did stuff with kids, but I really didn't understand what that meant. Was it the same stuff me and my buddies had done or was there something else? Anyway I didn't want to find out so I zipped up before the last drop was off and hightailed it out of there. I never mentioned that to anyone except Johnny and Roger and as far as I know no kids ever got molested by that guy so I guess it worked out okay. 

When the movie was over dad took us to get ice cream at the Dairy Queen and I was in Heaven all over again. Man could things get any better than this? Johnny and I were friends again and I had the weekend to look forward to and now this. 

By the time we got home I was pretty tired and I decided to go to bed early. I gave mom a hug and looked over at my dad and thought, what the hell?   and I gave him one too. I was surprised that he accepted it so easily and from then on I wasn't shy about offering him a hug. Well at least till I got older and it wasn't cool any more.

I didn't jack off that night and I promised myself I wouldn't do it the rest of the week. I wanted to save it for the weekend cause I was pretty sure Johnny and I would be getting off plenty with each other's help. I dreamed of Ricky that night and I woke up sort of confused about my feelings for him. I knew I liked him and we'd kissed, but my feelings for Johnny were so much stronger and we'd kissed too and it was so much more intense. I fell asleep again thinking about those two kisses with Johnny and I slept good all night.

I didn't see Ricky again that week and I learned later that he and his folks had gone to visit other relatives and then they were going back to Kansas. I was sort of disappointed, but I had my weekend to look forward to and I got over it quickly. 

By Friday Roger was ungrounded and I hung out at his house for a few hours but we didn't do anything sexual. We played with his road race and then went outside and threw the ball around and his dog chased it any time we missed. We had a good time, but I'd promised mom I would be home early and around four I left Roger's and headed home.

I saw a kid I knew named Larry riding his bike and he stopped for a few minutes and we talked about what we were doing this summer and  he said he and his folks were going to the lake this weekend. They had a boat and everything and I sort of envied them. Maybe with dad's new raise we could get a boat too, but we never did.

Friday finally came and I was as excited as I'd been before the campout. Mom insisted I pack a change of clothes and underwear and socks and my toothbrush and I brought a few toy cars too. After all I was still a kid and liked toys.

Dad offered to drive me to Johnny's but I decided to ride my bike in case we wanted to go bike riding that weekend. Johnny was waiting out front for me but Ronnie was nowhere in sight and I was sort of glad. I mean we might play with the kid sometime that weekend, but not right off the bat.

"Hey. My folks are gone to the store and my sister is at her friend Jamie's so we got the place all to ourselves."

"Cool, you got the tent set up already?"

"Yeah, come on, we can put your stuff out there if you want."

"Okay, but it's too hot to stay out there. What can we do till dark?"

"Wanna go over to the park?"

"Yeah, that's cool. We could shoot some hoops or something."

We rode our bikes to the park, Johnny's basketball bouncing around in his basket, and the court was empty when we got there. We played on the half court, just sinking baskets and bouncing the ball and after about a half hour some older boys came along and started playing one on one on the other side and we watched them as much as we played. 

I noticed how muscular the one guy was and the way his stuff bounced around in  his loose shorts. The other one wasn't quite as buff, but he was kind of cute. He had long blond hair and blue eyes and dimples and I figured he was pretty popular with the girls. I liked how his butt looked in his shorts but I really didn't understand why. I mean at that point in my life I didn't know what fun butts could be, but I guess I just liked looking at it cause it was so perfect.

After a while we gave up on the game and went over to sit in the shade. We watched the two teenagers play till they finally gave it up and walked over to the bathroom and got a drink then went inside the men's room.

"Think they're in there jacking off?" Johnny joked.

"Naw, they probably have girlfriends and don't need to do that."

"Ha, trust me, girls don't put out that much. Even guys with girlfriends still have to jack off. See the girls get em all hot and bothered, teasing them and stuff, and then they don't put out and the guy has to go home and beat his meat."

"Beat his meat?" I laughed, "Where did you hear that one?"

"My dad," Johnny laughed, "I heard him tell my mom that he was going to go in the bathroom and beat his meat if she didn't shut up."

"Does he do that?" I asked in awe.

Johnny shrugged, "I don't know, but I guess you're never too old for that stuff."

"I really need to pee, come go with me," I said standing up and offering my hand.

He grabbed it and I pulled him up and he brushed the grass off his behind, "You just want to see if they're jacking off," he laughed.

"Do not," I said grinning, "but wouldn't it be funny if we caught em doing stuff together?"

"They'd die...or they might kill us," Johnny laughed,"or rape our butts."

I laughed, but it got me to thinking. What if we pissed them off? They were older and bigger and could hurt us and we couldn't do anything about it. As it turned out they were coming out by the time we got there. 

"Hey guys, all yours," the more muscular one said, "and remember...if you shake it more than three times it's playin with it," he laughed.

"Yeah, well it's mine...I can play with it if I want," Johnny said grinning. He was so much braver than I was.

The muscular guy laughed and thumped his friend in the chest, "Whoa, and I bet you're good at it...aren't ya?" 

The blond guy smiled exposing perfect white teeth and I thought he was even cuter now.

"The best," Johnny said not missing a beat.

"I bet. Might have you help me out sometime," he laughed, "but right now gotta go. Well have fun boys," He added suggestively.

When they were gone we went on inside and took our peckers out and started to pee.

"Those guys were jerks and I bet they played with each other's peckers while they were in here. I bet there's sperm on the wall somewhere," he laughed.

"I thought he was gonna make you do it," I laughed, "And did you see how big it looked in his shorts?"

"You were looking, weren't you?" Johnny teased, "you like big ones, well here's a big one for you," he said shaking his pecker at me.

"Awww...I wasn't looking exactly, it was just bouncing around in his shorts is all."

"It's okay, I was looking too. Man, it must've been ten inches long," he howled, "imagine trying to jack that thing off."

"Yeah, and I bet he spurts a lot of sperm too," I laughed, "probably drown us if he came on us."

We peed and shook the last few drops off and by then we were getting pretty hard. I looked down at Johnny's pecker and then glanced toward the door then back at his pecker and reached over and wrapped my hand around it. It got hard instantly and we both sort of laughed softly. I pulled the skin back and forth and he sighed.

"Uhhh, that feels good," he said reaching over and grabbing my pecker and starting to work it at that same time.

My pecker was so hard it hurt, but what he was doing to it felt great and I closed my eyes and just enjoyed it. I don't think either of us wanted to come and after a while we just sort of quit what we were doing and zipped up. 

Once we were outside in the fresh air our heads cleared and we sort of forgot about what had just  happened. Sex wasn't ruling our lives yet, it was just a pleasant diversion and we had other things more important to think about. We got a drink at the water fountain outside the bathroom then rode back to Johnny's house.

His folks were back by the time we got to his  house, but his sister was spending the night at her friend Jamie's house so at least we didn't have to put up with her. We puttered around in the backyard and finally got the hose out and wet each other down and that cooled us off pretty good. 

At supper time Johnny's mom fixed us hot dogs and chips and glasses of tea and we ate it on the back porch. Ronnie wandered down about half way through looking like a hungry puppy and Johnny's mom fixed him a plate too. He didn't eat as much as we did and one hot dog was plenty for him and we wound up finishing off his chips. He had a little spot of mustard at the corner of his mouth and I pointed it out and he licked it off with his little pink tongue and for some reason that made my pecker jump between my legs.

I thought about him  using that tongue on Roger's pecker and how exciting it would have been to watch. I wasn't sure I'd want him to do that to me, but I was pretty sure I wouldn't mind watching him do it to Roger or even Johnny.

After we ate we played cars in the dirt and Ronnie really seemed to be having a good time. He looked up at me with a dirty face and a big smile then got up and came over by me and started talking to me about how much fun he's had at Johnny's sleepover in the tent. 

I was afraid he was going to tell about the sex stuff, but I guess he was good a keeping secrets after all cause never once did he mention that part of the fun. He whined a little when he found out we were sleeping out in the tent the next two nights, but he didn't beg to stay over and I was glad for that cause I wasn't sure I'd be able to say no.

When it started getting dark Ronnie's mom came down and called him home and we promised we'd see him tomorrow. Johnny and I washed the dirt off of us with the hose and we dried off and got dressed in the tent. It was still warm out and as soon as we got dressed we started sweating so we decided to stay outside till it cooled off some. 

We caught fireflies for a while and played around in the dark shadows of his yard and pretty soon we wound up behind the little shed where his dad kept his lawn mower and stuff. It was really  dark there and the fence behind it was covered in honeysuckle vines and there was a big tree blocking the view from the alley.

I don't know if we really planned on finding a dark private place but there we were and I just knew something was about to happen. As we stood there side by side leaning against the shed I could hear Johnny's labored breathing and smell his musky scent and it caused me to feel all shaky inside.

Without saying a word Johnny reached for my hand and held it gently. I looked over at him, but he was staring out into the darkness as if he was in a trance. I could feel my heart beating in my chest and my breath was ragged as I waited for what came next.

The air was thick with the sweet smell of the honeysuckle and mimosa blossoms and to this day I associate those two scents with my childhood and those first wonderful feelings of love. Johnny turned to me suddenly and looked into my eyes. Even in the dark I could see the fear and longing and excitement there. This was as new to him as it was for me, but he seemed to be leading the way and I was happy to let him.

Our faces gravitated toward each other and I could feel his soft breath on my face. It smelled like mustard and hot dogs and boy spit and I was drunk with it. It felt as if we were moving in slow motion as our lips moved closer and closer  together and when they met at last the feeling that rushed through me caused my knees to buckle.

Again I was amazed at how soft and smooth his lips were, but this time there was something different....they were wet. It took me a moment to  understand what was happening and I sort of moaned when I realized his mouth was slightly open and he had wet them with his tongue.

Then the most amazing thing happened, I felt his soft wet tongue pushing against my lips begging to come inside and I eagerly and willing let it. The feeling of my first wet kiss had to be the most amazing feeling of my young life and as clumsy as we were, our kiss was still sweet and sexy at the same time.

Eventually I offered my tongue back and he accepted it as willingly as I had.  Until that moment we were only holding hands, though we had turned to face one another, then suddenly Johnny's other hand went up to the back of my neck and  he held me there as we continued to kiss.

I liked how that felt, but instead of mimicking him I placed my free hand on his chest and felt the solid warm muscles beneath this tee shirt. I moaned slightly as our tongues chased each other around our mouths, swapping spit and getting more and more heated up as the kiss continued.

I'm not sure which of us broke the kiss first. Maybe it was mutual, but when it was over and our heads drifted back and we just stood there gazing into each other's eyes I felt as if my whole life had changed with that kiss. I felt such deep emotions that it was scary. I shook with fear and desire, but I was too young to process my feelings. 

Suddenly I felt myself losing my balance and I leaned into Johnny to steady myself. Somehow my head wound up on Johnny's shoulder and I breathed in his scent and sighed. Looking back I see now that I was playing the role of the girl, being shy and subservient to Johnny who was strong and manly and totally in charge. 

I pressed into Johnny and I felt his hardness against my leg and I made a little oh sound and he laughed. Reaching down I rubbed the hardness through his shorts and he drew in a sharp breath and moaned lowly. My lips found the soft salty skin of his neck and I kissed him gently causing him to thrust against my hand. 

It felt wet down there, whether from sweat or sperm I didn't know, but  he didn't push my hand away so I continued to knead his hard pecker as he pushed against my  hand. Finally I could stand it no more. I had to free it, to feel it, to taste it, and swallow his seed.

Disengaging myself I dropped to my knees and fumbled with his top button and lowered his zipper as he stood with his hands on my shoulders simply to steady himself. When his pecker popped free I wrapped my hand around it and skinned back the loose skin releasing a new and wonderful scent that made me even hornier. 

I flicked my tongue out and tasted his flavor and growled my approval.

"Oh fuck," Johnny gasped. We didn't use that word often as kids but when we did we made it count and I was proud that I had made him say it.

I reached between  his legs and grabbed his smooth full nut sack and squeezed it gently causing more moaning from both of us. Finally I could stand it no longer and I plunged my hot wet mouth onto his throbbing pecker.

He shivered and shook and moaned as I took him into my mouth as far as I could, gagging a little then backing off and working the loose skin with my lips. Basically I was jacking him off with my mouth, but I knew it was different, better and more intimate and I was happy to do it for him.

I didn't think he would last long, and I was right. I could tell he was getting close by the way he was shaking and thrusting and when his grip on my shoulders became almost painful he cried out and began to flood my mouth with his warm wet sperm. I nearly choked on the first shot, but managed to swallow all of it down and even to my 11 year old pallet it was delicious.

I held him in my mouth for a few minutes after he finished coming, savoring the feel of his throbbing pecker and making sure I got all of  his sperm then pulled off and gave his pecker a little kiss on the end to let him know how much I liked it.

I stood and he pulled up his shorts and underwear and leaned back against the building again. We were standing so close our hands were brushing against each other but he didn't offer to take mine and I didn't want to seem too pushy. I knew that sometimes after I came I didn't feel too sexy and maybe Johnny was feeling that way too. I wasn't about to push him and mess things up, but I hoped that later he'd be willing to return the favor or at least jack me off.

Eventually the mosquitoes drove us inside the tent but not before we took a piss behind the shed. It was dark in Johnny's back yard because back then no one had yard lights and the street lights were only on the corner of the block. There was a soft light coming from the small bathroom window but when his folks went to bed it would probably be turned out and then there would be total darkness.

Johnny had one of the those lanterns that  uses a big 6 volt battery and it was pretty bright, but for a while we just laid around in the dark and talked quietly about everything except what was heaviest on our minds.

I told Johnny about dad's raise and how he'd taken us out to dinner and then a movie the next night and he seemed impressed. Eventually I got around to telling him about helping dad change the oil and even about us showering together.

"So you finally got to see him naked," Johnny laughed, "Well, how was it?"

"Oh, that was actually the second time," I said then explained about the day I'd taken him the towel after his shower, "but actually it was pretty cool. I think I'd be glad to look like him when I get older."

"Does he have a big pecker?" Johnny teased.

"Hard to tell, but yeah...I guess. I mean it wasn't hard or anything."

Then I told Johnny about the The Talk and he raised up on one arm and listened with interest. When I was done he fell back down and sighed.

"So basically he was telling you to jack off all you want and that it was okay to do it with your buds too."

"I guess, but I sure was nervous about it. I mean it's one thing to know it's okay, but another thing to know your dad and maybe your mom know you do that stuff...it's embarrassing."

Johnny laughed, "I wonder what they'd think if they knew everything we do?"

"My mom would die, that's for sure. My dad....I'm not sure. I guess maybe him and his buds did that stuff too. I mean it just makes sense. I mean like he said, we didn't invent this stuff ourselves."

"Yeah, I mean my dad says the same stuff."

"Johnny...."

"Yeah?"

"Nothing...." chickening out at the last minute.

"What?" he insisted, "Just say it....whatever it is."

"Well....about what happened....I mean earlier...behind the shed...."

"Yeah, what about it. Did....did you like it?"

I nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah, a lot. Did you?"

"Well, yeah..course I did." he said sounding nervous.

"Good." I said simply, smiling over at him in the dark.

"Wanna go see if we can find some something to eat and get a glass of tea?"

"Yeah, think your mom will care?"

"Naw, she won't care. Come on."

We found some left over hot dogs and a half bag of chips and some Hydrox cookies and Johnny poured us a big glass of iced tea. We carried the food out to the tent and closed up the flap and Johnny turned on the lantern and we sat around and talked some more while we ate. It was cooler now and the wind had got up some and the tent swayed a little beneath it.

"I like hot dogs. I could eat em every day," I said holding one and pretending to smoke it like a cigar.

"Yeah, especially real ones," Johnny laughed grabbing his pecker.

"Yeah, tastes good," I said smacking my lips. I was so happy that I didn't mind a little teasing especially when it was true.

Johnny took a  hot dog and laid it on the quilt and then placed tow Hyrox cookies at the base of it and nudged me with his finger, "Look it's a pink pecker with two black balls. His daddy must've been black."

I laughed, not because of the racist remark, but because it was naughty and witty. The truth was I had no practical experience when it came to Negroes, or blacks as they were later called. There were no black people living in our town and the few who lived in the rural areas only came into town to shop occasionally and I had never seen one up close.

Years later, in high school I would meet a few black kids from the children's home, but when I was 11 I was neither racist or prejudiced, I was just ignorant of other races and cultures.

"Yours is bigger," I giggled.

"Really, think so? It's growing...so's yours I guess."

"I hope so, and I can't wait till I get my hair."

"I kind of like how you look," Johnny said then blushed.

"I like how you look too," I said shyly.

Johnny looked away and then sighed and when he turned his eyes back to me he looked nervous. "Want to turn out the light and....just talk some more or do some stuff?"

I nodded, "Yeah, I'm full." I gulped down most of my tea and found a safe place to stash it so it wouldn't get knocked over then stretched out next to Johnny. He turned off the lantern and for a second the only sound was our breathing and the sounds of the night.

"I'm really sorry about what I said about your friend Ricky," he said softly.

"It's okay. I didn't mean to ignore you or make you feel like I liked Ricky better...cause I don't...and...well, I want you to know that....I think you're about the best friend anyone could ever have."

He was quiet for a moment then I felt his soft hand on my chest and then he was hovering over me. In the darkness I could just make his face inches from my own and his dark brooding eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement.

"I feel the same way," he chocked out, "but it's so damned confusing."

I didn't ask what or why, cause I knew what he meant. Weren't these kind of feelings supposed to be what a boy felt for a girl?

"It's no big deal," I said, but I knew it really was. It was maybe the biggest deal of our whole lives, but we didn't know what to do or say at that moment.

"Yeah, just practicing," Johnny muttered, but I think we both knew it wasn't that.

"So...wanna practice some more?' I asked softly.

He didn't reply, instead he leaned down and place his warm soft lips on mine and I opened up and let his slippery little tongue inside. We kissed for a long time, exploring each other's mouths and learning as we went. We might be a fairly good cock suckers and a whiz at jacking off, but this was new territory and we both had a lot to learn.

It felt good and of course I popped a boner right away. Johnny was hard too and I could feel his hardness pressing against me as we continued to kiss. My hand drifter up to his shoulders and I pulled him closer as we continued to kiss and eventually he straddled me pressing our hard peckers together as we continued to kiss.

I realized that this was way beyond fooling around, what we were doing now was full blown sex. I guess we both wanted the same thing, to feel our naked flesh pressed together, because suddenly we were pulling at each other's clothes and we broke the kiss only long enough to undress each other.

As soon as we were naked we were back at it only this time our hard peckers were pressed together slick with our juices and the feeling was amazing. We kissed and pushed against each other and the feeling built until I couldn't stand it any more. I bucked up and began to spew my hot sticky sperm and Johnny wasn't far behind. 

He grunted into my mouth then broke the kiss and buried his face in my neck as he pressed down hard against me and let loose with his nut juice. I felt like we'd been bathed in warm pudding, but I loved the feel and as we continued to rub against each other the slickness of our combined sperm seemed to be bonding us together.

Eventually we settled down and Johnny collapsed on top of me still burying his face in my neck.  I could feel his heart beating against mine and smell the combined scents of our spilled seed and our sweaty bodies and it made my head swim.

I was so content that I must've dozed off and when I woke, Johnny was laying beside me snoring softly. I stretched and yawned and I felt wonderful. I reached down and felt my stomach and crotch but it was miraculously clean. Had Johnny wiped our combined goo off of us before falling asleep?

I had a sudden wave of affection sweep over me, even when I slept he was watching over me. I raised up on one arm and watched him sleep. He was the most beautiful boy on earth, but he was my boy and I loved him more than I could express. 

He mumbled in his sleep and sighed and I scooted closer and snuggled in beside him. It was all new to me, but somehow it seemed as natural as breathing. He felt warm and soft but beneath that softness he was muscled and strong and so perfect.

I had never felt such feeling in my young life and they overwhelmed me at first. It was one thing to take and give pleasure to that hard rod of flesh between our legs, but to touch intimately and kiss was life changing and almost too much to wrap my head around.

As he had done that first night of the campout I spooned my foot beneath his and rubbed the top of it against his. His foot was calloused from going barefoot like boys usually do, but yet it felt soft and smooth against mine. I loved how that felt but I wanted more of him. It was like I wanted to climb on top of him and press every inch of  his body against mine. 

I settled for wrapping an arm over his flat stomach and spooning into his side. Eventually he stirred a little and pulled me into a one handed hug and that's how we slept for most of the night.

Sometime before morning, I woke up needing to pee really bad. I don't know why I thought it was important, but I slipped on my underwear and crawled out. I was hosing down the nearest clothesline pole when Johnny crawled out still naked and took his place beside me.

We didn't speak the whole time we stood there and when we were done I followed Johnny back inside. As  he was bent down in front of me climbing in the tent I couldn't help but stare at his butt. I studied it carefully in the few seconds I had and suddenly I had this urge to reach out and touch it. His butt was perfect in every way. If was firm yet had just the right amount of fat to make it soft and desirable. 

We laid back down and Johnny yawned and stretched pressing his foot against mine. My pecker jumped to attention and I reached down to push it back down.  I still had my underwear on, but Johnny was naked and in the darkness I could see his pecker sticking up a little.

"Wanna suck?' Johnny asked so softly I barely heard him.

"Huh, well..yeah," I said raising up on one arm.

"Wanna try that way that we both do it at once?"

I smiled," Okay."

I spun around and scooted into position then pulled off my underwear and made some final adjustments to put our peckers at each other's face. I could smell him now, boy sweat, piss, and dried sperm causing my head to swim. I reached out and pulled his foreskin back releasing even more wonderful smells then I put my mouth on it and began. 

Meanwhile Johnny was doing some work on my pecker and that felt pretty wonderful too. He was jacking the loose skin but he still hadn't taken it into his mouth. I knew sucking was harder for him, that he liked having it done, but that he wasn't as keen on doing it as I was, but I think he really wanted to do it this time. He just needed to work himself up to it.

It didn't take him as long as I expected though  and pretty soon he was gliding up and down on my pecker giving me as good a feeling as I hoped I was giving him. I knew he was liking what I was doing because he was sort of thrusting up against me and rotating his hips at the same time plus he was moaning around my pecker which felt really good.

I reached up and started handling his balls and he took the cue and started doing the same thing to me and then he surprised me by reaching back and squeezing my butt. Well, that felt pretty good and since I'd wanted to touch Johnny's butt earlier, this seemed like a good time to do it.

His butt was soft,  yet firm and warm to the touch. It felt good in my hand and I alternated beneath one butt cheek and the other while he seemed be trying to hold my whole butt his hand. Suddenly his finger dipped down into my crack and grazed my butthole and I almost fainted. Who knew getting touched back there could feel so good?

Well, if he could do it..then so could I. My hand was shaking as I nervously ran my finger down his sweaty crack and suddenly there beneath my finger tip was his moist squishy butthole. I growled around his pecker causing him to moan around mine as I ran my finger across the wrinkled little button that until now I had always thought of as yucky and nasty.

I was getting close and I was pretty sure Johnny was too, and at our age we really didn't have much warning. One minute it was feeling really good then the next the feeling in your gut hit and spread and you were coming before you know what hit you.

I felt Johnny push against my butthole then and to my surprise and excitement his finger tip sank into my wet slick butthole and the feeling was amazing. So amazing in fact that it triggered my orgasm and as I cried out and bucked up against Johnny's mouth I began to come. My butthole clenched around his finger pushing it out and then I was busy concentrating on the feeling in my pecker  as I came harder than I ever had.

Johnny gagged once then swallowed the rest of my sperm down before letting my pecker slip from his mouth. He rested his head on my thigh and laid there panting as he concentrated on his own impending orgasm and I knew the instant it began because his butthole began to flex against my finger and I pulled back just in time to catch his first squirt on my tongue. It tasted sweeter than before and was thick and plentiful despite his having come earlier behind the shed.

I swallowed all of his sperm down then as before I just held him in my mouth as I squeezed his balls gently and milked the last few drops out. Even when he was dry I was reluctant to release my hold on his pecker. I loved how it felt in my mouth, the taste the smell and all the rest and I felt like I could have sucked it all night if it were possible.

Johnny finally pulled his shrinking pecker out of my mouth and I took the hint and scooted back around so that our heads were at the same end. In the darkness I could just make out his face as he stared over at me and I smiled comically and shook my head.

"That was new," I said softly.

"Did...did you like it, or was it too...nasty?"

"Oh, I liked it just fine," then remembering where my finger had been I brought it to my nose and sniffed it. 

I guess that might have been the best test of all for determining where my head was when it came to sex, because that finger that had been against Johnny's hole smelled wonderful to me. In fact it actually made my pecker jump a little as I got a good whiff of his sexy boy hole.

"Ewwwww...sniffing your finger,"  Johnny laughed, but then he sniffed his and pretended to pass out, "smells really strong, not bad, just strong."

"Yeah, not like I expected."

Johnny sighed, "Well...I guess this bout cinches it. Now we're queer. We done the butt stuff now aint no doubt."

"Naw, like we said, it's just practicing. A butthole is...is sort of like a pussy..right?"

Johnny laughed, "Well, I guess so. That's why guys get cornholed I reckon."

"So, it's no big deal. Anyway we didn't stick our peckers in there, just our fingers."

"Yeah, but it felt good...right?"

I nodded, "Yeah, real good."

"Can I tell you something...and you won't think I'm sick or anything?"

"Well sure. I won't never think that." I said laying a hand on his chest and feeling his heart beating fast.

"Sometimes....when I'm jacking off I put my finger in there and sometimes I even use the end of my hairbrush or something."

"Wow, really? Does it feel good?"

"Yeah, and it makes me come really fast and hard too."

"Yeah, when you had your finger in there it felt really good and I couldn't hold back any more."

"And you pooped my finger out," Johnny laughed, "it does that when you come."

"Wow, I never thought of that. I'll have to try it next time...you know when I jack off."

"I'm pretty tired now, how bout you?"

"Yeah, pretty tired. Wanna sleep now?"

"Yeah, we still got a few hours before the sun comes up. See ya in the morning."

"Yeah, see ya then."

I think Johnny was asleep pretty quick, but I laid there for a while thinking about what had just happened and what it all meant. It seemed like we were getting deeper and deeper into this stuff every time we did something. The kissing was confusing enough, and now the butt stuff. What next? I wondered, would we eventually be cornholing each other? I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but then until recently jacking off was all I had and now look at me.



The morning sun came streaming in the partially opened tent flap hitting me square in the face. I sneezed and sat up to see that Johnny was missing. His clothes were gone too and  after dressing I finally crawled out of the tent. I stood there stretching working the kinks out of my back for a few minutes then went looking for Johnny.

Suddenly the back door slammed open and Johnny rushed out looking fresh and ready to take on the world. "I had to go take a shit. You need to go?"

Actually I did and  I was glad Johnny didn't offer to go with me. I passed through the kitchen but Johnny's mom was nowhere to be seen and I relaxed and did my business and washed up then joined Johnny in the living room. His mom had gone somewhere and we were on our own again which was fine with us.

"Hungry? We got cereal and milk and toast."

We mixed corn flakes and Cheerios together and covered them in sugar and milk while Johnny made toast in the toaster. There was apple butter to go on the toast and we sat down at the table and discussed our plans for the day while we ate.

"My mom gave me a dollar yesterday, what to go swimming?"

"Yeah, that sounds good. I have 50¢ for pop and stuff."

"Okay, great....then that's what we'll do. Tonight my dad is grilling burgers and mom is making potato salad and baked beans."

"Beans!" I said rolling my eyes and making a farting sound. We both giggled and then we started trying to outdo each other with our farting sounds.

"Wait a minute," Johnny said raising up on one side and cutting loose with a  noisy fart, a real one.

"Oh man, that's rank?" I said holding my nose. Then I managed one of my own and it was pretty rank too.

We finished our breakfast and put our bowls in the sink and ran water on them then went to Johnny's room and puttered around for a while. I realized I hadn't brought my swim trunks, but Johnny loaned me one of his so we didn't have to stop by my house.

We put our swimsuits on under our clothes to save time and around 11 we jumped on our bikes and rode to the big park. The pool was already open by the time we got there, but we held back and waited till the crowd all got in then we rode over and parked our bikes and went inside. 

We ditched our clothes in a locker and ran out to the pool and jumped in earning us a nasty look from the life guard, a bitchy looking teenage girl with red hair. The other life guard was a guy and he was pretty muscular but not all the cute. He had a nice body though and I couldn't help but wonder what was inside those swim trunks. Lately it seemed like I'd been checking out every guy I met and I wondered if that was natural, or perverted. Either way I knew I was gonna look and keep wondering and there was nothing I could do about it.

We saw a few kids we knew from school but none we really hung around with and we hung together the whole time we were there. Johnny didn't even go off the high dive this time and I thought that was pretty nice considering how much he liked doing that. I guessed that meant that he wanted to spend time with me and that meant a lot to me.

After an hour or so we went in and peed then bought a pop and candy bar and sat down on the same bench Ricky and I had sat on last time we were there. 

"You can go off the high dive if you want."

"Naw, it's okay. I want to hang with you this time."

"Thanks, but if you change your mind...you can do it. I don't care."

"After we get through swimming wanna go over to the pond and feed the ducks?"

"Yeah, that's cool. What can we feed them?" 

"Well...we could buy a hot dog and feed them the bun and split the wiener."

"Okay, that's cool."

"Boy, the weekend is going fast. Hey, I hope you don't mind but I promised Ronnie he could come down and hang out with us for a little while on Sunday."

"Naw, that's cool. I don't mind. I kind of like him now. Sort of like you, I feel sorry for him."

"Yeah, he's okay," Johnny poked me with his elbow, "and Roger really likes him now," he laughed.

"I bet," I laughed, but I really felt sort of bad for Ronnie. I still wasn't sure if he only did that to make Roger like him or so he'd fit in or because he really liked it.

"Yeah, well....I don't think I want to do that stuff with him. He's kind of young for that."

"Yeah, I think so too."

We finished our snack and went back to swim some more and this time we found some guys who were diving for weighted sticks and we joined them. It was fun diving down and swimming around and once or twice I found myself looking up the trunks of the other boys and trying to catch a glimpse of their stuff. 

One kid was named Sidney and he was red headed and freckle faced and sort of skinny but he had a pretty good bulge in his swimming trunks. Yep, there I was looking at boys' crotches again. The other kid was Sammy and he was Sidney's cousin, and I swear they looked enough alike to be brothers except Sammy wasn't as skinny and he was a little taller. I couldn't really see what kind of bulge he had cause his trunks were so loose and I was afraid he might lose them at any minute.

We stayed till around four and by then most of the kids had gone home. There was a night swim scheduled for 8 that night but it was for 16 and over and we knew most of the high school kids would be there and it was always pretty wild.

We showered the chlorine off  and got dressed and Johnny bought that hot dog asking the guy to make it plain. He pulled the wiener out and broke it in half and handed me my share and we ate it on the way to our bikes. Johnny kept the bun in the wrapper and tossed it in his basket and we rode over to the duck pond which was just across the big part next door.

The ducks came toward us as soon as we rode up. They were so used to being fed by people that they didn't have any fear at all. We found a bench in the shade and Johnny handed me half of the bun and we tore it up in little pieces and bean feeding the ducks. There were white ones, and pretty colored Mallards, and even this ugly one with a big red thing on his beak almost like a turkey. There were baby ducks too, but they stayed in the water with their mommas and we didn't get to feed them.  They looked so cute and fuzzy and I wished we could take one home with us.

When the bread was gone it took the ducks a while to figure out they weren't getting any more food and when they did they waddled back into the pond and swam off. It was funny watching them swim around and stick their heads under the water looking for bugs and stuff and we sat there for a long time just enjoying the summer breeze and each other's company.

"This is nice," Johnny sighed, "I wish summer could last forever."

"Well, it's nice but I like winter too, especially when it snows. Remember when we brought our sleds down here and went down the hill by the pool."

"Yeah, that was the best. We've had some fun together, haven't we?"

"Yeah, it seems like we've always been together.  Does it seem that way to you?"

He nodded, "Yeah. Can I tell you something personal?"

"Well, yeah...anything."

"You're the only one that matters to me. I mean all my other friends....they're nice and all, but if I ever lost you....well, I don't know what I'd do...die most likely," he said looking forlorn.

I felt such love for him at that moment that I could barely answer. "I know this is gonna sound weird but...I love you," I said then turned away blushing bright red.

"You....you do?"

"Is that okay?" I asked feeling very vulnerable and insecure.

"Yeah, cause I feel the same thing. Don't you see...that's why I got so mad...at you about Ricky. I know it was stupid, but I couldn't help how I felt."

"Wow, this is something. You feel the same way I do...and the kissing, that was so scary...but good...and I was so afraid that you didn't mean it...that you were just practicing....but you weren't...were you?"

"No, not just practicing...well..I mean not for girls anyway. But I wanted to get it right you  know.....for you. And it was scary for me too. God I was so afraid you'd push me away or hit me or something and call me queer."

I sighed, "I'd never do that. Johnny....does this mean....I mean...are we...queer I mean?"

Johnny shrugged, "I don't know. I just know how I feel about you and the stuff we do and that's all...I don't care really. Maybe in six months or a year we won't feel this way. Maybe we'll have girlfriends by then...I don't know, but for now...this is how it is."

"Can I tell you something and you won't get mad?"

"I promise. I won't get mad...no matter what."

"I...think I might be...you know, queer. I don't like girls that way. I mean I pretend to like the pictures in the magazines and looking at girls boobs and stuff, but I'd rather see a boy naked. I don't want to be this way, but it's just how I am and I don't think I'm gonna change," I said as tears stung my eyes. I was scared but at the same time I felt like some huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

"I don't care. I don't care about any of that. I just want to be your friend and do the stuff we been doing and Oh God, I want to be with every chance I get."

I smiled over at him, "Really...you don't care if I'm a big ole queer?"

"Naw, cause I guess I might be one too."

"What about Roger. We can't tell him...can we?" I asked uncertainly.

"Ha, Roger wouldn't care. He'll mess with anything that's breathing. Heck I'm surprised his dog isn't pregnant. But I don't think he needs to know how we feel, that's just between us."

"I think so too. It's special and not just the sex stuff.  I like the other stuff too....like kissing and just touching each other."

Johnny nodded, "Me too, especially the  kissing. I...I've kissed girls before, but until I kissed you I didn't get it. Now I know what the fuss is about."

"I've never kissed a girl. In fact...you're the first person I've ever kissed...on the lips." No way was I going to bring up the kiss Ricky had given me, that was old news.

Johnny smiled, he was so cute and it was all I could do not to attack him and kiss him right then and there. Instead I reached over and laid my hand on his leg. It felt warm and solid and as I began to rub it the bulge in his pants began to get bigger.

"Let's check out the bathroom." Johnny said sounding short of breath.

I chuckled, "Okay, lead the way."

The bathroom was a small cinder block building painted green with the ladies on one side and the mens on the other. There was a metal door that squeaked on its hinges and the smell inside was almost overpowering. The mixture of piss and shit and mold and God only knew what else, but somehow I found it arousing.

To the left of the door was a sink and next to it a stall that spanned the whole wall. This was way before handicapped toilets came about but that's sort of what it looked like except there was no door. Across from the sink was a dirty trough urinal with crude drawings and writing above it.

Johnny tapped me on the shoulder and motioned toward the stall and I followed him in and looked around. The toilet was dirty and water stained, but at least there was no shit standing in it. It smelled bad, but not so bad we couldn't stand it.

The park was empty except for us so we didn't think we'd be interrupted but we were nervous just the same. We didn't want to get caught with our pants down, as they say, so we just opened our shorts and fished out our hard boy cocks and started stroking one another. 

After a while there was a new aroma added to those of the bathroom, the smell of our sex and no matter how many times I smelled it, it still got me excited. Eventually I couldn't resist bending down and taking Johnny's pecker in my mouth and of course he had to let go of mine. As he stood there letting me suck him he ran his fingers through my hair and moaned softly.  I loved the effect I was having on him and I didn't even care about my own pecker which was still hard and demanding attention.

The sound of the squeaky door nearly scared the shit out of us and you have never seen two boys pull up their pants so fast. We rounded the corner just in time to see a kid about Ronnie's age just standing there inside the door.

"Oh, you scared me," the kid said clutching his  heart.

"Sorry, we were just peeing. We're done."

"Yeah, it's all yours."

"Oh yeah..thanks," the kid said  passing up the urinal and heading toward the stall. 

We hightailed it out of there, but I couldn't help wonder what the kid would have done if he had caught us. Would he have been grossed out or would he want to watch or play too? That's the kind of thing  I wondered about when stuff like that happened.

We grabbed our bikes and rode home the long way through downtown and even stopped at McCrory's five and dime to check out the toys and model kits. I found a cool one that I planned on buying next time I mowed a lawn and Johnny said he'd help me put it together.

We didn't have enough money for a Koolee, but we had enough for some candy and we shared it as we rode back to Johnny's house.  It had been a good day and I was looking forward to the night when we were alone in the tent. Now that we'd confessed our feelings I felt like anything could happen. 

On our way back to Johnny's I had time to think about what had happened in the park and I began to have some doubts about confessing my true feelings. Sure Johnny had sort of started it, but did I really have to say I was queer? Maybe I wasn't. Maybe it's like Johnny said and in six months or a year I'll like girls. It was so confusing, but it was too late to take it back now.

I guess my biggest fear was that Johnny would change his mind and not want to do that stuff any more and then he'd tell everyone I was a queer and everyone would hate me. When I really thought about it though, that was pretty stupid. I'd known Johnny all my life and we'd shared so many secrets and never once had either of us betrayed the other's trust. No, one thing was certain, I decided, my secret was safe with Johnny.

Johnny's dad was home when we rode up and he had the hood to his pickup raised and was tinkering with something. His hands were covered in grease and he pulled a red rag from the pocket of his coveralls and wiped at his hands.

"Well, hi boys. Did you have a good time at the pool?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with the truck?" Johnny asked riding up beside the truck and peeking over the fender.

"Damn fan belt came off. I finally got it back on, but Monday I need to go to Standard Auto Parts and get a new one."

"Will it be okay till then?"

"I think so. I'll just have to keep an eye on it if I drive it. Aint got nowhere I have to go, so I may not drive it till Monday."

His dad closed the hood and said he was going in to clean up and Johnny and I rode our bikes in the gate and parked them in the back yard.  I was looking forward to the burgers later but my tummy was starting to growl so Johnny grabbed us an apple and we sat down in the shade and ate them.

I felt a lot better than I had on the way home and I was still looking forward to the fun later, but I was a little nervous. Now that things were in the open and we'd expressed our feelings things had moved to a new level and it wasn't just fun and games now, this was serious stuff.

"My dad is a good mechanic,"  Johnny said biting into his apple, "I hope I can be that good some day. I might even have my own shop."

"I'm not good at that stuff, but I try. I helped my dad change the oil. Does that count?" I giggled.

"You can work for me,"  Johnny said shoving me playfully.

"Gee thanks. Why can't we be partners?"

Johnny looked into my eyes and smiled, "Maybe we could."

I smiled back and felt shy all of a sudden. I had a million butterflies in my stomach and my legs felt rubbery, "It would be fun to work together."

"Yeah, maybe someday we will. Hey, let's go get something to drink."

Johnny's mom had Kool-Ade and we she fixed us big glasses and sent us back outside again. Pretty soon Johnny's dad came out dressed in clean jeans and a tee shirt and pulled the grill into the shade and lifted the lid. There was a bag of charcoal and a can of charcoal lighter inside and pretty soon he had a fire going. He went inside after a while and was gone a long time. Meanwhile the fire burned down and the coals began to turn grey.

When he came back he had a plate of hamburger patties and he started laying them on the grill until it was covered. The meat steamed and sizzled and dripped onto the coals and the smell was making our mouths water. I'd had my fill of hot dogs lately and burgers sounded great. 

It didn't take long for the burgers to cook and when they were ready Johnny's dad laid a slice of cheese on each one and put them on a plate. Next he brought out some  hot dogs and grilled them. Since it didn't take long to cook hot dogs, while they were cooking Johnny's mom set up the potato salad and fixings on the wooden picnic table and set a plate for each of us.

By the time she was finished the hot dogs were cooked and the feeding frenzy began. Johnny and I loaded our plates with a burger, a hot dog, potato salad and chips and poured ourselves some more Kool-Ade. Yeah, I know I said I was tired of hot dogs, but let's face it what kid turns down free food?

There was enough burgers for two each but Johnny and I decided to save our other one for later in the tent when we got hungry. There was a half bag of BBQ chips left over too and Johnny grabbed that and put it with our burgers in the tent. Johnny's mom had baked a chocolate cake and she cut us a big piece of it we stuffed our faces with it and talked her into a second piece for later.

It was starting to get dark by then and Johnny's mom started clearing away the stuff and his dad cleaned up his part. After a while he sat back down on the picnic table and lit up a cigarette. My mom or dad didn't smoke and I was glad. Oh, I know some people think it makes you cool, but I didn't like the smell and usually got as far away from people who smoked as possible.

Johnny had tried to get me try it once, but I got so upset about it that he never mentioned it again. I knew he smoked sometimes with his cousin and that crowd, but lately I hadn't noticed him smelling like cigarettes so I assumed he had quit.

"You boys gonna sleep out here again tonight," Johnny's dad said blowing a cloud of blue smoke into the air.

"Yeah, too hot inside, besides out here we can make all the noise we want and not bother anyone. Even peck don't care," Johnny laughed.

"Well, try not to howl too loud. I'm gonna go watch some TV, you boys coming in or staying out?"

"Staying out, we're gonna play in the backyard till it's dark, right Robert?"

I nodded and smiled politely at Johnny's dad. As long as I'd known Johnny I had never really gotten close to his dad. Not that he wasn't nice to me or anything we just never seemed to have connected like I had with Johnny's mom. She treated me pretty much the same as she treated Johnny, sort of like a second son, but Johnny's dad seemed distant most of the times, like he didn't know quite how to deal with me.

When he was gone Johnny and I played with his dog Peck for a while, but that wasn't much fun. Peck was old and lazy and not really into games. I told Johnny he should get a puppy and replace old Peck once and he bout went crazy. Saying stuff like well...what if I just got rid of you and got a new friend, and I never mentioned it again. Not having a dog of my own I guess I didn't understand how close a boy and his dog could get.

When Peck finally laid down and ignored us we looked for something else to do. 

"We could ride bikes for a while," Johnny suggested.

"Okay, where to?"

"Let's ride over to the park and see if anyone is there?"

Johnny hollered at his folks and told then where we were going and we grabbed our bikes and pedaled off toward the park. It was only a block from Johnny's house, just past the school but it was starting to get dusky dark by the time we got there.

There was no one in sight but when we rode across the park and passed the bathroom we heard noises coming from inside. It sounded like kids and they were laughing and banging on something inside.

"Come on, let's see what's going on," Johnny said ditching his bike.

I was sort of nervous, but I followed him inside and what we found made us both boiling mad. Two kids maybe a little older than us were trashing out the bathroom. They were smearing mud on the walls and had even chipped the sink with a rock.

"Hey, what do you idiots think you're doing," Johnny barked causing them to jump.

"Nothing," one of the kids said looking scared. He was skinny and had freckles and not very attractive, but the other kid was decent looking with long blond hair and blue eyes and a nice face.

"What's it to ya?" blue eyes smirked.

"This is our park and you aint got no business messing things up."

"So, they'll clean it up. No big deal. We're just having a little fun."

"Fun? Fucking shit up is fun?" Johnny said gritting his teeth and balling up his fists. 

Oh no, here we go again, I thought.

"Maybe you'd like it if I fucked you up some," Johnny said moving toward the boys.

The skinny one looked ready to shit his pants but the blond boy, who was obviously the leader, put his fists up and looked ready to scrap.

"How bout if you fuck off and mind your own business."

"This is my business, me and my friends play here and we don't let nobody fuck things up for us."

"We didn't know," the skinny kid said cowering behind his friend.

"Shut up Lonnie, aint none of their business what we do. If I gotta fight ya I will. I don' take no shit off nobody."

"Johnny," I said placing my hand on his arm, "forget it, they're not worth it."

He turned to look at me and that's when the kid made his move. Before I knew what was happening the kid jumped Johnny and was trying to drag him to the ground. I felt like it was my fault for distracting Johnny, but I was too stunned to do anything at the moment.

Fortunately Johnny was either expecting something like that or he was just stronger than the kid, cause he shook him off and pounced on him and was pounding away before I could blink my eyes. The skinny kid looked ready to bolt and I moved away from the door because that was fine with me.

"Lonnie, help me," the kids screeched, but Lonnie too one look at Johnny and then looked at me and ran for the door.

"Asshole!" the kid squealed.

I wasn't sure if he meant Johnny or Lonnie at that point, or both, but it was obvious he wasn't happy. Johnny had the kid pinned to the floor and he was flailing away at him, swearing and growling as the kid squealed and begged him to stop.

"Johnny," I said grabbing him by the shoulder and trying to pull him off the kid, "stop man, he's had enough."

Johnny seemed to snap out of it at the sound of my voice and he stopped hitting the kid and fell back onto his haunches. The kid took the opportunity to scoot up against the wall and wipe at his bloody nose. One of his eyes was already starting to turn black and his shirt was torn at the neck.

"Are you....o...okay?" I said looking down at Johnny.

"Yeah, fine."

I heard the kid sniffle and I sort of felt sorry for him. Sure, he'd been trashing our bathroom out, but I wasn't sure he deserved to be beat up over it. I flashed him a questioning look and he gave me a 'go to hell' look killing any sympathy I had for him.

"You better get out of here," I said softly, "while you still can."

The kid looked at Johnny and then at me and stood on shaky legs. Bracing himself on the wall he scooted along it till he reached the door then shot through it like a bullet. I turned back to Johnny and got down on my knees on the dirty floor and put my hands on Johnny's shoulders and looked into his face and what I saw scared me.

His face was pale and his eyes looked out of focus. He was mumbling something incoherently and shaking as if he were cold. I didn't know what to do but I guess instinct took over and I pulled him to me and wrapped my arms around him.

"Are you hurt?" I said softly, "Did that kid hurt you?"

He hook his head almost violently and wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tightly to him. I could feel his heart beating in  his chest and I was afraid it was going to explode. His teeth were chattering now and he was breathing heavy, actually hyperventilating, but of course I didn't know what that meant  at the time.

We sat there on that dirty bathroom floor for a long time just holding each other and if Johnny hadn't been in such a bad state it might have been pleasant. Eventually he calmed down some and pulled away and stood up.

"Are you okay?" I said rising and dusting the dirt off of my knees and legs as best I could.

He nodded, "Yeah, let's go back to my house. Nothing we can do here."

I frowned. He sounded so normal now, as if nothing had happened. What was really going on here? I wondered.

Was it about him loosing his temper again like he had with Roger that day?

I followed him out of the bathroom and as we grabbed our bikes we saw a man heading toward us and right behind him was the kid Johnny had beat up. 

"Oh shit," I said. I didn't curse very much  and I guess Johnny thought it sounded funny coming from me cause he laughed.

"Had to get his old man to fight his battles I guess," Johnny said spitting on the ground and scowling at the two approaching figures.

We stood there waiting, even though my instincts were saying run..run...run, get on your bike and ride like the wind, but I knew I'd never leave Johnny behind and if he wanted to face these two then we'd face them.

"Hey, you the one who beat up my kid?"  the man said as he got within earshot. He was tall and dark haired and kind of ugly and looked nothing like the kid and I wondered if the kid took after his mom instead.

"Yeah, that was me. What about it? He deserved it. He was trashing out our bathroom...him and his goofy looking friend."

The man turned to the kid and grabbed him by the ear, "Is that true....Mike...did you and Trent mess up the bathroom?"

"Owww....no...we were just...messing around in there and those two came in and started yelling at us," the kid lied.

"Liar," Johnny screamed, "then who smeared mud all over the wall and broke the sink with that big rock in there?"

"Oww...it wasn't me dad...I swear it," the kid howled.

"Show me what he did," the man said to us and he followed us into the toilet. 

He took one look at the mess and one look at the kid and then raised his hand and  slapped the holy shit out of him. I bet they heard that whack clean back at Johnny's house and the kid's head almost came off. Suddenly I felt kind of sorry for the kid again.

"Those look like your hand prints in the mud on the wall," the man said through gritted teeth. "and this is just the kind of shit you do, so tell me again that you didn't do it." He raised his hand as if he was going to slap the kid again and the kid cringed the whole time he was fessing up.

"I'm sorry dad," the kid sniveled, "it was Trent's idea. I didn't want to do it but he talked me into it."

Oh my God, what a liar. The other  kid was definitely a follower,  not a leader, and I think the man knew it.

"Don't make things worse by lying and putting the blame on Trent. Tomorrow you and him are going to come down here and clean up this mess and if  you ever do anything like this again," he said grabbing the kid by the arm and practically dragging him off the floor, "I will beat you ten times worse than this kid did. Do you hear me?"

The kid lost it then, crying like a little girl as snot bubbled out of his nose and it was almost too much to look at. Fortunately the guy was done with us.

"You guys go on home. I won't tell your folks about you beatin up my boy since it seems like he had it coming, but from now on let the adults do the punishing..okay?"

We both nodded, but I think Johnny wanted to say something smart to the man. I grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the bikes and he closed his mouth and we rode off as the man dragged the kid back across the park.

We didn't talk the whole way to Johnny's house and when we got there Johnny said he had to use the bathroom and he left me on the back step. I sat there for a long time thinking things over and nervously waiting for Johnny. I felt like I'd done something wrong, but I knew that was silly. All I'd tried to do was keep Johnny from getting hurt or hurting the kid, but I'd failed.

When he returned he had two tall glasses of iced tea and he handed me one and headed toward the tent. I took mine and followed him, neither of us saying a word. As soon as we were inside I knew something was wrong. He just sat there staring at me and drinking his tea like he was thinking about something, or like he was ignoring me on purpose.

"Okay, what's wrong?" I finally said.

"Huh, nothing."

"Okay then talk to me."

"Don't feel like talking right now, that's all."

"Well...can I ask you a question?"

He shrugged.

"Are you mad at me?"

He gave me that 'why are you being so stupid?'  look and shook his head, "Why would I be mad?"

"No reason, just checking. Is it cause of what happened then?"

"Just drop it...okay?"

I sighed and fell back and stared at the ceiling of the tent for a while and waited. I was hoping maybe he's feel bad about the way he was acting and talk to me, but after a while he got up and opened the tent flap and left me laying there all alone.

I waited a few minutes thinking maybe he just went out to piss, but eventually I went looking for him. I didn't think he was inside. Inside he would have to face his folks and answer too many questions, so I started looking around in his yard for him and when I finally found him I almost tripped over him.

As I rounded the shed at the back of their yard I felt my foot hit something and looking down I saw Johnny huddled against the building with his knees pulled up to his chest as he hugged them.

"Oh..there you are," I said as if nothing was wrong. I stepped around him and sat down beside him and took a deep breath. "It's me, isn't it. You're upset because....because  I told you I was queer, right?" Before he could answer I went on, "Well, I might not be..queer, I mean. It's like you said I might like girls when I get older...."

He raised his head and even in the dark I could see he was frustrated by my ignorance, "This isn't about you or anything you said. Don't you get it...I lost control. I could've killed that kid. If you hadn't been there to stop me...I don't know what might've happened."

So that was it, he was worried about his outburst. I relaxed a little, but then I realized this was as big a deal as anything I had dreamed up.

"He deserved it. Anyone would get mad seeing what they did."

"But you didn't beat the kid up...I did. Man, first Roger..now this. I don't know what's wrong with me," Johnny said and suddenly I realized he was crying.

He shook with each sob and I felt so bad for him. I put my arm around his shoulders and I hugged him to me kissing his hair. "Shhh...it's okay. It's all over with and nothing bad happened. Don't worry about it. You just got mad and and now it's over."

He sobbed for a while then he seemed to pull himself together a little, "I'm glad I have you as a friend," he said sounding a little shaky, "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You will never have to find out, cause I'm always gonna be there for you...I promise."

"Thanks," he said moving his face to within inches of mine. 

Our eyes met and even in the dark I could see the need and love and in his eyes. I leaned in and he met me half way and our lips met. For a while we were lost in the kiss as we sat there exploring each other's bodies as our lips danced against one another. Then as suddenly as it started it ended leaving us breathless and flushed.

"We should go.....get in the tent....." Johnny stuttered.

I smiled, "Gotta pee first. You wanna join me?"

We stood and peed against the back fence into the honeysuckle and we were just boys again, doing the things that boys do. We zipped up and walked to the tent and once we were inside it was if nothing had ever happened. Johnny was witty and animated and cracking me up with his jokes and pretty soon a couple of hours had passed.

We found we were starved and we ate our cold burgers and BBQ chips and chocolate cake washing it all down with the tea he'd brought earlier. Everything seemed fine again and once we had our tummies full we decided it was time to start the fun.

We didn't really have any special plan in mind, but we both knew what we wanted to do and pretty soon things started to happen. As we lay side by side in the slowly cooling air of the tent we found our bodies moving closer and closer together until we were touching. 

"It's hot, wanna take off our shirts?"

"Uh huh, and my pants," I giggled.

Johnny laughed, "Pervert," then he added, "Might as well take everything off cause you know we're gonna do it later anyway."

We stripped off our clothes and lay there facing each other for a few minutes just sort of checking each other's body out then Johnny took my hand and pulled me closer. Our lips met and the fun began.

It's hard to describe what happened to us that night. We'd moved into a whole new world of emotions and sensations. What had started out as simple pleasure, had now become something much more life altering. We had confessed our love, and though neither of us understood or had the words for what we were experiencing, we were expressing our newly confessed love through sex.

There was foreplay too, though I wouldn't know that word till I was an adult. The caressing, the fondling, the rubbing of our feet against one another, and as we explored each other's bodies we were learning about love. 

I remember thinking how wonderful his feet felt against mine. They were soft yet sturdy feet and I found myself becoming aroused just from their touch. This was but the beginning of my foot fetish which would grow and evolve throughout my childhood and into adulthood.

There were other things I liked too, for instance Johnny's belly button. I loved how it looked, a pale shadow of a crater contrasted against his flat tummy and I especially liked dipping my tongue in it which never failed to make Johnny shiver. I loved his nipples and how they became erect and the effect my rubbing them or sucking on them had on Johnny. We didn't know what an erogenous zone was at that age, but we were discovering our own regardless of our lack of vocabulary.

From his lips I traced a path lined with kisses to his belly button and lingered there making him shiver as his breath became labored. His hard pecker throbbed just below and I was drunk with the scent coming from it. I bathed his pubes with my tongue and he moaned softly as I let my tongue touch the base of his pecker.

"Uhhhh...go slow. I'm gonna blow if you don't."

I nodded and moved down to his nuts. He spread his legs for me, inviting me in and I accepted the invitation. His nuts were amazing, wrinkled little bags with plum sized orbs inside that produced the delicious nectar that my mouth craved. I'd learned so much in such a short time, but I still didn't understand a fraction of it. Things that would have disgusted me a few weeks ago were the things I looked forward to now and I began to understand a little of how adults felt.

As I lapped at Johnny's balls he clawed at the sleeping bag beneath us and I could hear his breath coming in pants now.

"Oh.oh.oh.oh," he gasped.

I smiled as I licked his balls then I had a devilish idea. Opening my mouth wide I took one of his nuts into my mouth.

"Ahhhhh....shit."

I giggled as I sucked that warm little egg into my mouth and when I spit it out I swallowed the other one just as quickly causing another round of shivers and moans from Johnny. I wasn't sure I could get both in my small mouth at once, but I  had to try and try I did, and I succeeded but just barely. I think it may have been a bit much for Johnny to bare and so I released them after a few seconds and moved up to his lovely pecker.

"Now you," he said pulling me up before I got a chance to taste him.

I whined a little, but what boy can pass up pleasure when it's offered? I laid down and let him have his way with me and I was not disappointed. He mimicked my actions for the most part except he seemed reluctant to lick and suck my nuts. I didn't mind, I understood that not every boy was as "queer" as me but eventually he did lick them and suck on them a little before turning his attention to my hard pecker.

Grabbing it he pulled the foreskin back and gave the head a  good licking causing me to moan loudly.

"Shhhh...you'll wake the neighbors," he laughed.

"Uhhhhh....too bad."

"Wanna do it to each other at once now?"

"Yesssssss," I hissed.

We moved into position and as before we held each other's ass as we sucked and licked each other's peckers. Here too we did a lot of teasing and touching before we got down to the serious business at hand. When we finally threw ourselves into the blow job we both knew we weren't going to last long. Suddenly Johnny pulled off of my aching pecker and reached down and pushed me off his.

I whined like a little kid denied his candy, but Johnny had a plan.

"Come on, grab your underwear and put em on. Let's run around the yard for a few minutes and cool down and when we get back we'll do it some more."

"Just in our underwear?"

"Sure, my folks are asleep and their bedroom faces the street. No one will see us, come on."

So we ran around the yard a couple of laps and I have to admit it did take the edge off my hard pecker. By the time we were back in the tent my pecker had lost most of it's hardness but as soon as we skinned off our underwear and moved back into position we were both hard again.

We were sweaty now and our scent was stronger, but I think that only excited us more. I know it did me and Johnny's butt was moist and warm and my finger slipped down into the crack a little. Eventually his finger was doing the same thing and when  he grazed my butthole I returned the favor. I know I should have been grossed out that my finger was back there, but when you got a hard pecker in your mouth and yours is in someone else's mouth all that stuff just seems right.

I don't know how long we laid there sucking each other and playing with our b-holes, but I do know that my jaw was starting to ache a little and I was getting a crick in my neck. We were finding out that sex was hard work and good exercise but it was worth it.

I remember wondering if my dad had ever sucked a boy's pecker when he was a kid and if he had, did he like it as much as I did? but that sure wasn't the kind of thing you could ask. All in all it seemed like he was pretty open minded, but I doubted he'd be too thrilled to learn his only son was a rampant cock sucking queer. 

"You close," Johnny suddenly asked as he came up off my pecker for just a second.

"Uh huh, you?" I mumbled around his pecker.

"Uh huh," he mumbled back.

So taking that to mean, let's come, I bore down on  his pecker and went to sucking and licking all around the head till he was thrusting up against me and I knew he was gonna shoot at any minute. Meanwhile he was doing a pretty good job of doing the same for me and I was just about ready myself.

It turned out he came first, spewing his hot sticky sperm  into my mouth and I gobbled it down as quick as it came out. I was sort of busy for a minute, but he never let up on my pecker the whole time he was coming and suddenly I felt the feeling rush over me spreading all through my body and I lunged up into his mouth and gave him my best. 

Of course he didn't have any trouble swallowing my thin watery sperm and there wasn't all the much but he treated me just the same as I'd treated him and pretty soon we were finished. We pulled out of each other's mouth and rolled onto our backs still laying head to toe.

I looked over and saw Johnny's foot and I had this uncontrollable urge to grab it and sniff it and that's exactly what I did. His foot was warm and musky smelling but the smell was wonderful to me and I pulled it against my lips and actually kissed it.

He was as shocked as I was but fortunately for me he didn't kick me, instead he just laid there laughing as I kissed first one then the other sweaty smelly foot.

"Wow, you like my feet or something?"

"Yeah, they smell good," I said blushing.

"Well, they're all yours," he said smiling. I wondered if he thought I was crazy or weird or if he really cared. After all I had just sucked his pecker, what was the big deal about kissing his feet?

I sniffed and kissed his feet for a while and a weird thing happened, my pecker began to get hard again. I guess Johnny noticed too cause he reached over and started squeezing it gently.

"You getting hard again?"

I grunted as he skinned it back exposing my wet pecker head. I wasn't sure if I could come again so soon but it felt nice just having him play with it so I didn't protest. I took his feet and buried my head between them placing the soles on my cheeks and just inhaled his musky foot scent while he slowly jacked my pecker. I closed my eyes and felt sort of drowsy but suddenly something wet and warm swallowed up my pecker and I moaned softly.

I'd never come this close together but damn if I didn't think I was going to shoot another round at any minute. Maybe it was because I was sniffing Johnny's feet or whatever or maybe Johnny was just doing a super good job but damn I was half way there before I knew it.

Then as suddenly as he started he stooped. He pulled his feet away and spun around leaving me high and dry in both ways, but when he lowed his lips to mine and kissed me I forgot all about that. He pushed me onto my back and continued to kiss me as he ground his hard pecker into mine and the feeling was amazing. Then just when I thought it couldn't get any better he reached down between us and lined up our peckers and held them tight as he started making fucking movements. The effect was that it was skinning back both our foreskins at the same time. He was basically jacking us off with his hand and body and it felt so good I was grunting into his mouth as we kissed.

This went on for maybe fifteen minutes as we kissed like crazy using our tongues and then the feeling hit us almost at once. This time I came first spilling my little bit of liquid out onto his hand and my tummy and lubricating his pecker a little. He came then and we were suddenly a sticky mess. 

The feeling was very intense and something that's hard to describe. I guess the kissing was part of it, but there was something about doing something together....having sex, that caused the whole experience to be even more pleasurable than the blow job had been. It was almost as if we'd been fucking, even though I had no idea what that felt like, that was all I could compare it to.

Johnny broke the kiss and fell on top of me rubbing our bodies together in  our sticky cum and he sighed deeply and kissed my neck. We lay there for a long time like that as our hearts beat against one another and our bodies cooled in the night air. Eventually Johnny rolled off me and onto his back. He grabbed his shirt and wiped us as clean as possible and then snuggled up to my side and fell asleep almost instantly.

I lay there for a while thinking about what had just happened and how my life had changed in just a few short days. I felt like I was on a run a way roller coaster and there was no way off, but the truth was...I didn't want off.  I liked what was  happening even if it was a little scary sometimes. I was pretty sure that Johnny felt the same, but it was hard to tell about him sometimes. I was finding out that there were some things about him that I hadn't noticed in all the years I'd known him and that was sort of scary too. His fits of temper for instance. What is he ever got mad at me like that? Would he pound me into the ground like he had that kid at the park? I guess the only thing to do was to make sure I never pissed him off, and with that thought in mind I drifted off to sleep.



The following day was  Sunday and not much happened between us. We slept pretty late and had breakfast then Ronnie came down and we played in the hose and ran around and had some fun, but Johnny and I never found any time to be alone. Actually I think that was a good thing. A lot of stuff had happened between us and we both needed a chance to step back and think about what it all meant. 

We had a great time though and when it was time for me to go home that afternoon Johnny rode with me to my house and we were finally alone. At the front gate we stood there with our bikes between our legs and looked at each other for a moment as we thought about what to say next.

Johnny spoke first. "Thanks for coming down and for spending the night and all....and uh, thanks for...you know caring and stuff."

I smiled, "You're welcome. I had fun." Suddenly I felt very unsure of myself. "Did...did you really mean it when you said....uh, that you (whispered) loved me?"

He smiled, "Only if you did."

What did that mean? "Uh, yeah...I meant it."

"Then I guess we both meant it."

Damn it Johnny, I wanted to scream, why are you making this so hard.

"Okay, well. I just wanted to make sure cause it's kind of important."

"Yeah, important." he was quiet for a minute then  he said, "and I don't care if you are (whispered) queer. I still love ya."

Well, that made me feel tons better, but later when I thought about it realized it made no sense. If I was queer, he was just as queer. We'd both done queer things to each other so why was I worried about admitting I was queer? I guess what it boiled down to was that being a queer was forever and just messing around was just..well, messing around, practicing for when we had a girl or something. Johnny had a way out, I didn't.

"Well, I gotta get back home. See ya. I might come over tomorrow if it's okay."

"Sure, that'd be great. Well...see ya." I wished I could kiss him or at at least hug him goodbye but we were right there out in the open, then I had an idea. "Uh, could you come to the garage with me while I put my bike up?"

He looked confused, but he nodded. "Okay, what's up?"

"You'll see," I said grinning and he grinned back. He left his bike by the gate and followed me to the garage.

The big door was down but dad never kept the car in there anyway. Our garage was filled with junk and and his workbench and tools and the washer and dryer and I kept my bike there. We entered through the side door which fortunately was unlocked and I put my finger to my lips telling Johnny to be quiet. 

I parked my bike against the wall (I didn't have a kickstand) and nervously turned back to Johnny and gave him a shy look. He was grinning and not helping me at all, but I was pretty sure he knew what I was going to do. Walking right up to him I grabbed him and pulled him against me and kissed him hard on the mouth just as the door leading into the kitchen flew open and my dad appeared in the doorway.

"Oh my!" he said softly and the door closed again with him on the other side. 

Johnny pulled away and gave me that deer in the headlights look and fled. I ran after him but he was already on his bike and pedaling away before I could catch up. I stood and stared at his retreating form for a long time then took a deep breath and went in to face my fate...alone, certain that my life was over.






End of Part 6

Next: The price of Love





Uh, oh.. busted. Now what? Next chapter we see just  how understanding Robert's dad really is. Will he freak out or play it off as just two boys messing around? We'll see.


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9-25-16

Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.

Robert Bloch





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. CL Cock Sucker
  11. DMV Boy
  12. Dougie's Story * (#Part three of a series)
  13. The Family *
  14. The Ginger and the Chub
  15. Hair Salon Boy
  16. Little Brother's Feet *
  17. Lost in Fear *
  18. Mars
  19. McChicken
  20. My Best Friend's Dad  (Related series to my Son's Best Friends)
  21. My Not so Miserable Life (This story is one of my favorites)
  22. My Little Runaway * (#Part one of a series)
  23. My Son's Best Friends  *
  24. My 11th Summer
  25. Poindexter Files *
  26. Rabbit: A Christmas Story
  27. Second Chance for Love
  28. Skateboard Christmas 2015
  29. Skateboard Boy *
  30. Sudden Family *
  31. Taking a Chance on Love
  32. The Year I Learned to Love my Brother (TYILTLMB) *
  33. Tommy Boy * (#Part two of a series)
  34. To the Max
  35. Tracy *
  36. What a Dollar Will Buy
And as Smoothperator52

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)