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My 11th Summer
The Price of Love
Part 7
by: Kewl Dad



I don't think I have ever been more terrified or confused as I was that evening as I watched Johnny pedal away. I'd just got caught by my dad kissing my best friend and my best friend had just left me to face the music alone. I considered running away, but let's face it I was 11  years old and I had nowhere to go, no money, and I wasn't that brave. One night alone in the cold cruel world and I knew I'd come running back, so my only choice was to accept my fate and take my punishment. I expected that punishment would include never seeing Johnny again and maybe even being sent away to some boys school or something, but never in my wildest dreams was I prepared for what really happened.

As I slowly walked back to the house I felt tears sting my eyes and I took in a deep shuddery breath. I was only 11 years old and my life was about to end. All the talk of love and being there for each other forever had just flown out the window when Johnny rode off. He was safe at home by now and I was left to face my father and his wrath alone.

Had he told my mom by now? Were they both waiting for me inside with disgusted looks on their faces? Their sweet innocent son was a queer and they had to know it by now. Maybe there was some kind of medicine to cure me, I hoped, or I'd heard there were doctors who cold straighten out a guy's head while they laid on a couch. But could my folks afford something like that and even if they could would they waste their money on someone as awful as me?

I pushed open the door and walked slowly toward the kitchen, my head hung low like a condemned man. My heart was beating so fast that I thought it might break out of my chest and my hands and pits were so sweaty I felt like a greased pig. My mouth was dry and my privates had shriveled up to nothing as if they knew their fate. 

There was on sign of either of my folks but I could hear noises in the kitchen and  that's where I headed. Might as well get it over with. No need to prolong the agony, my life was over and I figured the sooner it ended the better. 

My mom was the first person I saw and as I looked up with tear stained eyes she smiled at me. Then seeing the tears she frowned and came closer holding out her hands as if to touch me.

I winced, afraid she was going to hit me or something, and she pulled back a little.

"Robert...son, what's wrong? Are you hurt? Did you get into fight...what is it? 

I shook my head. He hadn't told her yet. She didn't hate me...yet.

"No ma'am, where's dad?"

"He's out back I think. Son, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing mom. I need to talk to dad."

"Okay," she said seeming to relax a little, "I guess it's a guy thing. Did...you get hit in the...marbles or something?" she asked covering her mouth to keep from laughing.

If only she knew my marbles were stuck inside me now from fear and I probably wouldn't need them anymore after today.

"No ma'am, nothing like that." I said as I headed out the side door.

The last thing I saw as I turned to close the door behind me was my mom going back to the stove shaking her head. I knew that eventually she would find out what a horrible boy I was and a queer to boot and she wouldn't love me anymore but at that moment she did and it was all I could do not to run to her and hug her and tell her I loved her one last time.

When I got to the backyard I noticed the door to my dad's shed was open. He stored the mower and a few tools out there and there was a small workbench he used sometimes. There was a hand cranked grinder bolted to the workbench that he used to sharpen tools with and suddenly I heard the unmistakable sound of metal on grinding stone.

My hair almost stood on end at the sound. Was he sharpening an ax to chop me to pieces with, or a knife to cut off my nuts with? I know it was crazy, this was my dad, the man who brought me into the world, but all I could think about was how mad and disappointed he must be with me.

I slowly walked over to the door of the shed and just stood there for a moment. When my eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness of the shed I saw what dad had been sharpening was a shovel. So that was it, a shovel to bury me with after he killed me.

"Oh son, you scared the bejeezers out of me," he said finally noticing me.

He certainly didn't sound mad or ready to kill me, but how was that possible?

"Where's Johnny? Did he go on home?"

I nodded, "Yes sir. It's just me," I choked out as my 11 year old body shook as if I were freezing.

"Son, are you sick.  What's wrong?"

"Nnnnnoooo.....sir," I stuttered.

My father stopped grinding the shovel and sat it down. "You look pale. Did you eat something that made you sick?"

Not unless eating peckers can make you sick, I thought. "No sir. I feel just...just fine," I said softly as my eyes rolled back in my head, and that was the last thing I remembered for a while.

I woke up in my bed and when my eyes focused I saw my mom sitting there beside me. She had a wet washcloth and was washing my face and I reached up and grabbed her hand and just held it.

"Whaaat..happened?" I said hoping the whole thing was a bad dream and that's never got caught kissing my best friend.

"You fainted," she said sounding worried, "one minute you were talking to your father and the next you were on the floor. I think it might be a touch of the flu or something, but you don't seem to have a temperature."

"Where...where's dad?"

"He's in the kitchen. Do you want me to get  him?"

"No ma'am that's okay," I said quickly. I was in no hurry to hear my fate.

"Well, you just lay here and rest. I'm going to fix supper and I'll bring you yours and you can eat in bed. I think maybe you just overdid this weekend. Did you get too hot?" she asked stroking my forehead and pushing my hair away from my  eyes, "You're about due for a haircut young man." Then she leaned down and kissed my nose and then my cheek and I reached up and put my arms around her neck and just held her for a long time.

When she finally pulled away I saw the love and concern in her eyes and I wanted to cry so bad, but instead I choked back my tears and smiled. "Thanks mom."

"You're welcome dear. Just rest, I'll check on you in a bit."

I fell back asleep and sometime later my mom brought me a bowl of beef stew and some crackers. At first I didn't think I'd have much of an appetite but when I got a whiff of mom's homemade stew my mouth started watering. It was still hot and I  had to blow on each spoonful but I managed to get it all down and eat most of the crackers. I washed it down with a glass of Hi C punch which mom always seemed to serve  me anytime I was sick.

I nursed the glass of punch for a while trying to think about what to do next when suddenly I heard a knock on my door. I was expecting my mom maybe, but instead my dad came in and sat down beside my bed.

"Feeling better boy?"

I nodded and realized my head hurt when I moved it. Had I hit my head when I fell or was it just from all the worrying?

"Good, you had me worried," he said patting my hand, "Anything on your mind son? Anything you need to talk to me about?"

I took a swallow of Hi C but my mouth still felt dry as dirt. Why was he toying with me like this? He knew what was on my mind. He had to know, he'd seen us...kissing, and now he wanted me to admit what a queer I was.

"No sir. Is there anything you want to talk to me about?" I said throwing it back at him.

"No...not really. Oh, there is one thing."

I held my breath for what seemed like forever waiting for him to begin and when he did I couldn't believe my ears.

"If it's about what happened in the garage, I didn't see a thing," he said winking at me.

"Nothing...uh happened," I lied, "we were just goofing around, that's all."

"That's what I thought so if that's what you're worried about...don't be. Remember, I was 11 once myself."

He patted my arm and I felt all my worries and troubles fly away. At that moment I don't think I had ever loved my dad more. He left after a few minutes and I climbed out of bed. I was still dressed in the clothes I'd been wearing all day and I kind of smelled so I decided to take a bath.

I usually took a shower, but that night I wanted to soak and besides my head still hurt a little and I didn't want to stand any longer than I had to. I ran my bath water and stripped off my clothes and sank into the warm water and thought about how things had turned out.

I had thought my life was over but now it was as if my dad had given me the okay to do the things Johnny and I were doing. Was there something in my dad's past that caused him to be so open about this stuff, or was it just like he said, natural and normal for boys to fool around? I had a lot to think about.

Suddenly I thought about how Johnny had bolted and I was sort of pissed. Why had he left me to face my dad alone when he was as guilty as I was? Okay, I'd actually kissed him in the garage, but he'd liked it and expected it so he was as much to blame as I was. I considered pretending that I was in big trouble and  that he was too, but in the end I decided I just wouldn't go around him for a while and see what he did. 

I smiled at my idea of revenge. He'd be so worried and maybe even get sick over it when all along things were fine. Then I frowned, what if he just never came around anymore at all? Maybe he'd think he wasn't welcome anymore. I fretted about things the whole time I took my bath, but still didn't know what to do.

I went to bed early and my mom came to check on me before she and dad went to bed. She said I looked better and it was probably just exertion or something and I just nodded. Little did she know that I had worried myself needlessly into collapse. 

I laid there for sometime trying to sleep and one thing led to another and pretty soon I was handling my pecker. I knew I shouldn't, that my pecker had gotten me into this trouble to begin with, but I couldn't stop myself. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep till I did it and I went at it like a madman. My privates had returned to their rightful place between my legs as soon as I got the good news that I wasn't in trouble and now my pecker was standing tall and proud. I swear it felt bigger now and the feeling seemed ten times better than before.  Needless to say it didn't take me long for the feeling to build and without warning my orgasm hit me and it was a big one. I spewed a lot into the old sock I'd draped over my pecker and it soaked through and wet my hand. When it was over I squeezed the sock around my pecker pulling it up to soak up as much as possible then pulled it off and tossed it under my bed. 

My hand was sticky with my sperm and I sniffed it as usual and the smell seemed stronger now. I licked it clean and wiped a little more off my pecker and licked that up too.  I was exhausted by then and I fell asleep almost instantly and didn't wake until early morning.



Monday was hot and dry just like most of the month had been and by nine the heat drove me up out of bed. Dad was long gone to work and after peeing and getting dressed I went to find mom. She was in the kitchen baking a cake and when I walked in she gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the head.

"Well, you look better today. How do you feel?"

"Great," I said smiling, "and I'm starved. What's for breakfast?"

"Breakfast was two hours ago..but since you're my favorite son and since you've been sick I will fix you whatever your little heart desires."

"Aww mom I'm you only son, but I want bacon and eggs I guess...and toast. Any oatmeal left from breakfast?"

"Yes son. Would you be a dear and go see if the mailman has ran?"

Back then mailboxes were on the front of the house by the front door and not on the curb and our postman walked from house to house delivering the mail.  I raised the flap on  the little rectangular mailbox and pulled out the mail and right there on top was a letter addressed to me. It was from Ricky of course, since he was the only one I'd ever given my address to, and I couldn't wait to read it.

"Mom, I got a letter from Ricky already," I said excitedly.

"That's nice dear. It will be nice to  have a pen pal. It will help you with your writing and spelling," she said always looking for ways to mix fun and learning.

I opened the envelope being careful not to mess  up the return address and pulled out a two page letter. Ricky's handwriting was as perfect as he was and it was easy to read. He apologized for not being able to see me before he left but told me they'd be back for Thanksgiving and that he'd come see me for sure. He said he'd had a really good time in the treehouse and he was hoping we could do that again sometime. I knew what he really meant and it made my pecker get a little hard. I knew I shouldn't be thinking that way since Johnny and I had said we loved each other, but right then I was mad at Johnny  and not thinking too clearly.

"Anything you can share?" mom asked grinning.

"Oh, yeah...just stuff about how much fun  he had and that he's gonna be back for Thanksgiving. He wants to get together again when he comes to visit."

"That's nice dear," my mom said but I could tell she wasn't really listening that close.

I read the rest of the letter in silence and toward the end he said he was going to send me some pictures next time. He said he had pictures of a few of the places he'd lived and his mom was going to have some reprints made. Back then pictures were taken with cameras, on film, and you had them developed at the drugstore and the negatives were used to print pictures, but you knew that...right?

"He's gonna send me some pictures next time," I said excitedly,"Can I send him some mom?"

"Well I suppose we can break out the Brownie (a popular Kodak camera) and let you take some pictures."

"Yeah, thanks. Know what mom...I think I'm gonna like having a pen pal. It's really cool knowing he's so far away and that we can talk back and forth this way."

Mom laughed, "Robert, Kansas isn't that far away, but I understand what you mean. I hope you boys stay in touch for a long time." 

Little did she know that Ricky and I would stay in touch for the next 7 or 8 years and get together at least once a year during that time.

After breakfast I decided to reply to Ricky's letter. I grabbed a Big Chief tablet that was laying around my room and a number two pencil and went out back where it was cooler. As I sat beneath the shade of the treehouse I thought about what to say. I wound up telling him about the sleepover at Johnny's but not the private stuff. I didn't mention about me and Johnny fighting and I sure didn't tell him about getting caught kissing. It was actually a pretty boring letter so I decided to draw him some pictures and include them.

Back then I was  fairly good at drawing and I loved to draw cartoons. I made one of this kid called Super Kid and showed him flying through the air and then landing on top of the treehouse. I thought I did a pretty good job of drawing the treehouse, but I always had trouble with the perspective part. Later when I got into high school I took some art classes and learned about vanishing points and stuff, but back then I didn't know exactly how it worked.

I decided to color the cartoons and went in to get my crayons and as I was digging them out mom hollered at me and told me Roger was at the door. I dropped everything and headed toward the front door and sure enough there stood Roger looking as excited as a new puppy.

"Hey."

"Hey, can you play?"

"Mom....can I play?" I yelled.

"Well, of course, but if you leave the yard let me know?"

I walked out and closed the front door behind me and we sat on my front porch and talked. I told him about the letter from Ricky and he seemed interested.

"Boy Johnny sure don't like that kid," he said eying me for my reaction.

"It's okay now. He apologized for being such a jerk."

"Ha...well, yeah he was being a jerk I guess. So...what did you guys do this weekend....at the sleepover?"

"Oh you know, same old stuff."

Roger grinned, "I bet I know what you two did."

Then I told him about Johnny going ape shit and beating up the kid at the park and his eyes got big as saucers. 

"Wow, oh wow. That's sort of what happened that day I was talking about his sister. Remind me not to piss him off again."

 "What do you want to do today?" I said trying to change the subject. I wasn't sure if I should have told Roger about Johnny's fight, but at least I didn't mention the crying and stuff afterwards.

"I dunno, wanna ride bikes?"

"Okay, let me tell my mom and get my bike."

Mom gave me a kiss and 50¢ for a pop and told me to be careful. I rolled my eyes, but I knew that's just how moms were. As I grabbed my bike I thought about the last time I'd been in the garage and the kiss I'd given Johnny. I wondered what he was doing and if he was thinking of me or worrying about what had happened when he left.

I suggested we ride downtown and maybe over to the north side of town. I didn't have any certain destination in mind, but I just didn't wanna ride anywhere near Johnny's house. I was still pissed at him for bailing on me and I wasn't ready to see him yet.

We stopped at The Cherokee Drug store and got cherry limeades and sat at the counter on stools that were bolted to the floor and swiveled. Angie, the lady behind the counter knew my mom and dad and asked me how we were all doing and fixed us large drinks for the price of medium ones. Sometimes being a good kid paid off big time.

We swiveled our stools and sipped our drinks and enjoyed the air conditioning but pretty soon we were getting restless. We finished off our drinks and thanked Angie and grabbed our bikes.

"Wanna stop at McCrory's"

"If you do. Sure, I aint been in there in a while."

We saw a kid named Chris that we knew from school and he was with his mom, but he came over and joined us as we were looking at the toys and models and stuff and we goofed around giggling like boys do. He was a funny kid and pretty cute, but I'd never really hung around with him until that day. I decided when school started in the fall I was going to hang around with him more...at least at school.

From McCrory's we rode  up town and at Elliot street we turned north, again with no destination in mind. Then as we went further and further north I thought about that kid Gerald that I'd met that day at the gin mill. I remembered he said he lived across the street from Jefferson  Elementary and the school was just ahead.

Sure enough finding his house was easy, not because I remembered all that stuff he'd told me about it, but because  he was standing in his front yard throwing one of those balsa wood gliders around. As soon as he saw us he stopped what he was doing and watched us as we approached. 

Suddenly his face lit up as he recognized me and he started walking toward us. As he got closer I stopped and Roger took the cue and stopped too. 

"That's the kid I told you about, Gerald."

"I thought so. I figured that's why we were coming over here."

I guess I did have a destination in mind, but until then I didn't realize it.

"Hey, I thought that was you. So what are  you guys doin?"

"We were just out riding and we wound up over here, that's all."

"Wanna go over to the school and mess around?"

"Sure we got time." I said for the both of us hoping Roger didn't mind.

We walked our bikes over so Gerald could keep up with us and then parked them in the bike rack in front of the school. Gerald led us around the building to the playground and up onto the monkey bars. We talked about how our summer was going and Gerald was pretty interested in the campout and especially the swimming naked.

"Man, I wish I could go sometime. I'd love to skinny dip, let my balls hang free," he laughed.

"Yeah, it's fun course it was just us guys..no girls around," Roger laughed.

"Who needs girls," Gerald said making a face, "girls just mess things up..they're crazy."

"Wouldn't mind fucking one though," Roger said making a thrusting motion with his groin.

"I've fucked a girl. It aint that good. Pussy stinks and the bitch just laid there and didn't like it at all."

Wow, that was all I needed to hear to make me glad I was queer. I mean buttholes might stink too, but at least I was familiar with that smell.

"Wanna see something cool?" Gerald said finally.

We both nodded and followed Gerald down off the monkey bars and toward the school. Back  then most schools had boilers and radiators for heating and the boiler was usually located in the basement and in this case there was an outside entrance.

The stairway to the door of the boiler room was on the backside of the building sort of shielded by bushes and once we were at the bottom we were completely hidden and about eight feet below ground level.

"I come down here and jack off all the time," Gerald laughed, "smell my cum?" he said giggling as he sniffed the air like a bloodhound.

Come? Was that the same as sperm? 

Fortunately Roger had no problem asking.

"What's that? Come...I mean."

"You know...sperm. You come and you shoot cum..only when it's sperm it's spelled c.u.m. not c.o.m.e. Come is when you get that good feeling in your cock and cum is the stuff you shoot."

Cock, come, cum...man Gerald was really boss at this stuff. I liked the new words and I think Roger did too. After all it was called cock sucking so why not call our peckers cocks  now?

"Wanna do it...you know, beat our meat and shoot our cum on the wall? Gerald said looking flushed. 

I glanced down at his crotch and he was hard, but then so was I from all the sex talk. I knew Roger would be too, it didn't take much to make him pop a boner and I was pretty sure he was down for anything once that happened.

"I will if you will Robert."

I shrugged, "Okay, but is it really safe here?"

"Totally, no one ever comes here....except me," he laughed, "....get it...come?"

We all laughed then and the tension was broken. Gerald pulled his cock out first and Roger stared at it like it was gold or something. I'd seen it, but I'd forgotten how big it was and I was sort of looking forward to watching him shoot his cum on the wall.

Roger was next and his cock was just about the same length as Gerald's only fatter of course. I was last and a good inch shorter than Roger but I felt like my skin made up for my smaller pecker..uh cock. So far we'd just fished our cocks out through our flys but suddenly Gerald unbuttoned his shorts and pushed them down revealing his bush and the fact that he wore no underwear beneath.

I watched Gerald work his meat for a few minutes then decided to get a little more comfortable too. As I was unbuttoning my shorts suddenly an older kid appeared at the top of the stairs almost scaring the shit out of us.

"Oh, shit," I said trying to zip up.

"Its okay...it's okay, that's my step brother Larry. What are you doing Larry, you scared shit out of us."

"What are you guys doing, beating off," he laughed, "mind if I join ya."

"Course not, right guys. Make room, make room."

"I saw you guys heading this way and I figured that's what you were doing," Larry chuckled, "Fucking horny as a goat all the time."

"So are you," Gerald said shoving his older step brother, "Show em how big your cock is."

"Gather round," Larry said grabbing his zipper and tugging it down to reveal white Fruit of the Looms tented so far out the leg holes were stretched away from his body.

I watched anxiously as he tugged those briefs down and the first thing I saw was his full bush of black pubes. But what sprang up next was even more impressive. Larry's cock had to be at least 6.5 or 7 inches long and it was fat and uncut with a long nozzle of skin hanging over the end.

"Cool," I heard Roger say drawing in a deep breath, "he's uncut like you Robert."

"Hey, yeah...we're alike," Larry said moving next to me and checking out my much smaller but just as hard cock, "wanna hold mine and I hold yours?"

Well how could I resist an offer like that? I nodded and reached over and wrapped my small hand around the biggest cock I'd seen to date. It felt hard as steel and hot to the touch and when I pulled the skin back a little a purple flaring head popped out of the end looking wet and smelling really good.

Meanwhile Larry had hold of my cock and was feeling it up pretty good and when he started jacking it I felt weak in the knees. It felt amazing and I liked that I was handling his at the same time.

"You guys ever suck cock?' Larry said after a while.

Neither of us spoke at first. I guess we weren't sure if that was an invitation to suck cock or get ours sucked and anyway it seemed like too much information so soon. Gerald looked over at Larry and smiled and I saw something unspoken pass between them. 

"Gerald, show em how you can swallow my whole cock," Larry said in a husky voice.

Gerald wasted no time scrambling over to where I still held Larry's cock in my hand but when he fell to his knees on the dirty concrete floor of the stairwell I let go. I stepped back a bit to let Roger get closer and together we watched as Gerald put his mouth on Larry's huge cock and inch by inch swallowed all of it down. You could actually see where it went down his throat and I could hear him gasping for air as the thing blocked his airway.

"Holy shit!" Roger said rubbing his cock and staring at the sight before him, "that's amazing."

"He's a good cocksucker," Larry said putting his hand on Gerald's  head and guiding him along his cock as he sucked, taking it all in then letting it glide out of his mouth over and over again. I imagined that he was using his tongue too, since I had sucked a few cocks myself and knew the technique, and that he was ready to swallow Larry's sperm (cum) down when he came.

I was jacking off too as I watched and suddenly Larry motioned me over closer and he took over as Gerald continued to suck him off.

"Oooo.....that's fab.....I'm gonna come soon. He'll suck you guys too if you want," he said throwing back his head and starting to moan softly.

I glanced down at Gerald and watched Larry's cock disappear in and out of  his mouth for a while and suddenly my eyes were drawn to Larry's butt. It was a nice butt, round and firm looking and sweat was running down his back and pooling at the base of it. He had a little patch of hair right at the top of his crack and I had the craziest urge to touch it.

I guess my hand had a mind of it's own because before I knew what was happening I had reached over and touched his butt. I was terrified at first of how Larry would react, but when he looked back over his shoulder and smiled I knew it was okay.

"Yeah, you like that?" Larry said sounding far away. I didn't know if he meant me or Gerald but I sort of thought he might be talking to both of us.

The hair there was wet and his butt was hot and sticky, but I didn't mind. It felt great and just touching him was making me even hornier as I stood there letting him beat my meat.

Roger was watching Gerald and slowly jacking his cock, but I didn't t think he was trying to come. I think he wanted to wait for Gerald to get through with Larry and be next in line for the cock sucker. I wasn't sure if I wanted Gerald to suck me or not. In fact I would have been just fine with beating off while rubbing Gerald's butt, but I was certainly open to whatever happened.

"I'm coming!" Larry suddenly hissed as he threw back his head and bucked forward. I could feel his ass muscles tense up as he lunged forward a few times filling Gerald's mouth with his hot teenage cum and there was so much a little dribbled down Gerald's chin and ran down his neck.

Gerald just kept sucking and gobbling down cum till Larry finally pushed his head off his pecker and even then Gerald didn't give up. He grabbed it and licked the last of Larry's thick sperm off then fell back on his butt like he was exhausted. He sat there licking at his lips for a minute then noticing the slimy trail on his chin he wiped it off with his fingers and licked it clean.

"Whew, that boy can suck cock like a French Whore," Larry laughed, "Who's next?"

"Me," Roger said shaking his pecker at Gerald who wasted no time scampering over to where Roger stood and swallowing his pecker down to the hilt.

I'd pulled my hand away from Larry's butt after he pushed Gerald away and I was just standing there watching Gerald go after Roger's cock when suddenly Larry reached over and started jacking my cock again. I closed my eyes and let him take over and I was feeling pretty good.

Suddenly he moved around so he was behind me without losing his grip on my pecker and began giving me a hand job from behind. I think it's called a reach around or something, but of course it was all new to me back then. I could feel his sticky pecker against my butt and although it had gone down some after he came, it still felt big back there. I hoped he wasn't thinking about trying to stick that thing up my butthole, but I soon forgot about it as he continued to jack me off. 

The feeling was building and his scent and the feel of his warm flesh against mine was making the feeling even more intense. I knew I wasn't going to last long and I think he did too. Suddenly without warning he moved around in front of me, dropped to his knees and gobbled my cock down just as I began to spew.

"Oooooooo.....oh shit," I cried out as he worked his tongue around my swollen cock head and continued sucking. My poor balls were churning out the biggest load of sperm (cum) I'd ever produced and Larry was drinking it down like it was orange soda pop.

Eventually my cock got too sensitive and I gently pushed him away and he seemed to understand. He gave my cock head one last lick then stood up and smiled at me.

Meanwhile Roger was getting close too and as I was pulling up my shorts and underwear Roger cried out and began to unload in Gerald's mouth. He didn't come as much as Larry and Gerald didn't have any trouble swallowing it all down without losing any. When he was sure he had it all he came off of Roger's cock and squeezed it once forcing one last drop out which he licked off before standing up.

"Who's gonna do me?" Gerald said simply pointing at his angry looking cock which was standing straight out from his slender body.

I don't know where I got the nerve, but I guess since I was the one kid there that was definitely queer, it was only natural that I be the one to get Gerald off.

"I will," I said softly.

"Cool," Gerald said moving toward me. Sit on the step so you won't get so tired."

I sat down on the bottom step and Gerald moved up in front of me and there at eye level was his hard throbbing cock. I could smell his musky scent and as I leaned in and took his hips in my hands and swallowed his cock I could feel him tremble with excitement.

He threw his head back and moaned lowly as Larry watched with interest. I think Larry was impressed with my skill and that I knew my way around a cock so well and I was betting that he wouldn't mind giving me a try sometime himself.

Gerald didn't last long that day, which was actually kind of disappointing because I was actually enjoying sucking his cock as I felt up his sweaty body. I even let my hands wander around to his skinny butt, but it was nowhere as nice as Larry's. I noticed Larry's eyes were on my hands back there and I wondered if he was thinking about when I was rubbing his butt.

When Gerald bucked up and I felt his cock head contract and expand I knew it was time and his first shot hit my mouth like a rocket. His cum was salty sweet, sort of like eating peanuts and candy at the same time and I gobbled it down greedily and licked him clean but I didn't linger very long. My head was spinning with all the stuff that had just gone on, but I wasn't feeling very sexy anymore and I was ready to end things for now.

"Wow,  totally rad. You suck cock good too. Wish I'd known that before I let Gerald suck me off. Oh well, maybe next time."

"We should probably get home," I said as I sat there taking a deep breath. I could still smell Gerald's cum on my breath and Larry's stronger teenage scent in the air and suddenly it seemed stuffy and hot down there in that narrow stairwell.

I led the way and when we emerged from the stairwell Larry said he had some stuff to do and he started walking away.

"Hey, wait for me," Gerald yelled after him, "well...gotta go. Bye see ya guys around."

Roger and I said goodbye and watched as Gerald ran to catch up with Larry and then headed toward the bike rack to retrieve our bikes. As we pedaled back home we didn't talk much and when we got to my house we threw our bikes down in my backyard and piled down in the shade of the big tree that held my treehouse.

"Wow, that was crazy. Who knew there were so many guys doin that stuff too?" Roger said leaning back against the tree trunk.

"Well....I knew Gerald did...."

"What...oh man...you two already did stuff...didn't ya...at the Gin Mill?"

"He told me about his step brother, but I never thought I'd ever meet him."

"Or watch his brother suck his pecker," Roger giggled.

"Yeah, it was cool. I mean he's more grown up than us and has hair all over the place...even on his butt," I said blushing red.

"Yeah, I saw ya touching it. I wondered what was up with that."

"It was weird but cool."

"So...you gonna tell Johnny about this?"

I shrugged, "I dunno....maybe, right now I'm not talking to him anyway," I blurted out again.

Roger sat up and squinted at me, "What now?" he sighed, "What did he do now?"

I shrugged, "It's personal...between us two," I said wishing I'd kept my mouth shut.

"Okay, but if you need to talk to someone....."

"Thanks, I'm okay for now. Hey, wanna go get some something to drink?"

Mom had lemonade and she poured us big glasses and we went off to my room for a while. It was hot in there even with the fan on, but back then only the really rich people had air conditioners and we were used to the heat. We stripped off our shirts and that helped as we sat there on my bed looking at comic books and trying to decide what to do next.

"Wanna go play in the hose?"

"Okay, I'm bout to burn up. That sounds cool. Too bad we can't do it nekkid," Roger giggled.

"We can," I teased, then rolled my eyes, "well...at least on top," I giggled.

We played in the hose for about an hour then got bored and poked at ant holes, stirring the critters up while we dried off some. It was pushing three by then and for some reason I was dead tired. I suggested we go up to the treehouse and pretty soon we were both passed out on the floor up there.

I guess we must've slept about an hour and when I woke up I was covered in sweat and needed to pee really bad. I stretched and looked over at Roger and he was snoring with his mouth wide open. I grinned as I stuck my finger in his mouth as a goof, then jerked it back when he tried to bite me.

"I was awake the whole time," Roger giggled, "Man it's hot up here."

"Yeah, I gotta go pee. Let's go in now."

We stood side by side in the bathroom and played sword fight with our streams then bumped peckers and giggled like little kids. When we were done we went to find my mom and talked her out of more lemonade and this time she gave us a sugar cookie to go with it.

"One won't spoil your supper. Is Roger staying for supper?"

I looked at Roger and he frowned, "I can't, but thanks for askin."

"Well, maybe next time."

We went out front and sat on the front porch and drank our lemonade and pretty soon Roger sat his down and turned to me and frowned. "I wish you'd tell me what happened with Johnny," he sighed.

"I can't, it's private," I said simply.

"Is it about..." he turned to make sure no one was listening, "the stuff we been doing?"

"Sort of," I said leaning back on my arms, "but I can't talk about it right  now."

"Hmmm....is it because he still thinks it's queer or something?" 

"No, nothing like that. Just drop it...okay?"

He sighed deeply and whined a little, "I just want to help, that's all."

"You can't Roger. This is between us two..okay?"

He pulled into himself then and looked sad and suddenly I realized the he might be a little jealous of what Johnny and I had. I mean Johnny and I had been friends a long time and we'd only known Roger since last school year and though we'd become really close in that time, nothing compared to what Johnny and I had, especially now.

"Thanks for caring," I said touching his arm, "it means a lot to me."

Roger perked up after that and we went back to goofing and joking around. When my dad came home he took one look at us and smiled.

"Well...well..what do we have  here?"

"Hi dad, Roger's been over all day, but he can't stay for supper."

"Ah...too bad. What's mom cooking up tonight?"

"I think it's a roast...that's what it smells like anyway."

"Mmmm...better go wash up then. You boys have fun."

"I like your dad he's cool."

Yeah, cool...if only he knew how cool.

"Well, what time do you have to be home?"

"I should go," he said but he stayed another ten minutes or so just yakking. I walked him to the street then watched him ride off waving like crazy and he was laughing like a madman.

When I got inside dad was in the shower and mom was checking on the roast. It smelled really good and I realized I was starved. 

"Need any help mom?"

"Sure honey, you can set the table, but wash your mitts first. No telling what you boys have been touching," she laughed.

If only she knew. I washed my hands at the kitchen sink and dried them on the dish towel hanging there and started setting the table. I talked with mom the whole time and when dad came in smelling fresh and clean he kissed mom on the cheek and she grabbed him and hugged him to her.

I closed my eyes and groaned and dad laughed, "Someday you'll find you a honey and want to snuggle up too."

I thought it was interesting that he didn't say a girl or a women, but maybe I was reading too much into it. I was pretty sure he thought what he'd seen in the garage was just goofing around or at least practicing for the real thing.

Dad had some good stories to tell about work and had us all laughing as we ate our supper. Mom's roast was just right and I even ate some of the carrots she'd cooked in the pan with it, along with the potatoes, which I loved. For dessert she had strawberry Jello with bananas in it and I had a double helping. I loved that stuff back then, but not so much as I got older.

I offered to help with cleanup but mom said she was fine and me and dad went in to watch some TV. He seemed fine today and I wasn't nervous at all about being alone with him. I still couldn't believe how cool he'd been about the kiss, but the more I thought about it the more I wondered if maybe  he really hadn't seen anything. I mean for all I knew he could have thought we were wrestling or just bumping against each other like boys do to show how tough they are.

"You and Roger have a good time?"

"Uh huh, we rode bikes and played in the hose."

"Uh, well....enjoy it while you can, summer will be over before you know it."

"Yeah I guess. Hey, dad what are we gonna do on the 4th of July this year?' 

"Well, I thought we'd take the yacht out and go sailing," he teased, "what would you like to do?"

"I wish we did have a yacht dad, then we could go to the lake." I told him about my friend who's folks had a boat and them going to the lake and he smiled.

"I suppose that's the big thing these days, but I've never had the desire to own a boat. Maybe because I'm not much of a fisherman. Maybe when you grow up and get...well when you're older maybe you'll get a boat. But...we can go the lake. We don't have to have a boat. We could have a picnic and shoot off some fireworks."

"Yeah, that would be cool. Can..uh can Johnny come with us?"

My dad smiled, "I don't see why not, if his folks can spare him."

There I was making plans for Johnny and I was still mad at him and not even sure I wanted to talk to him again. Oh, who was I kidding, I loved that boy and I'd forgive him no matter what. I just wanted to teach him a lesson, that was all.

"I bet they can," I laughed, "I'm gonna keep all my lawn mowing money for fireworks till then."

"And I'll kick in a little...maybe five bucks," dad said smiling. He loved fireworks almost as much as us boys and if I knew him like I thought I did that five bucks would turn into ten pretty fast.

"So what are you boys talking about?" mom said coming in and sitting down next to dad.

"The 4th of July," I said excitedly and filled her in on our plans.

"That sounds nice, but can we stop at the Colonel's, so I don't have to cook?" she laughed.

"Mmmm...Kentucky Fried Chicken...yummy. I love KFC...almost as much as your chicken mom."

"Always kissing up," my dad laughed, "As long as you'll bake your famous fourth of July cake for dessert."

"I think I can manage that."

Her 4th of July cake was a white cake with coconut and a layer of red and blue cake inside. It was yummy and pretty and we'd had one ever since I could remember.

"This is gonna be so cool," I said jumping up, "I'm gonna go check the calendar and see how far off that is."

There was a big calendar hanging in the kitchen, courtesy of Green's Funeral Home and as I stared at it I realized the 4th was only a week and a half away. Wow, how time flies. I was sure Johnny and I would be friends by then and we'd have so much fun and maybe when it got dark we'd sneak off and kiss some more.

I ran back and told them what I'd discovered and they both laughed. I guess they knew it was close without looking and we sat around and made our plans till bedtime.  Since I'd played in the hose and didn't get too dirty I skipped a bath and just brushed my teeth and stripped down to my undies and hopped into bed.

 As I laid there I thought about all that happened that day and I began to wonder if sex wasn't starting to take over my life. I mean I was only11 and still a kid, but lately it seemed like my pecker was awfully busy. I wondered if all boys my age had those kid of feelings, but maybe just didn't have the guts or the opportunities that I did. When I thought about it I was pretty lucky to have friends like Johnny and Roger who were willing to try new stuff and I'd sort of stumbled onto Gerald and through him his brother Larry, but maybe we were the only ones. I wondered if any of them felt as different as I did. Was I the only queer kid among the bunch? 

I decided right then and there that I was going to slow down some on the sex stuff and I figured now was as good a time as any to start. So I didn't jack off that night. It was tough, but fortunately I was tired and before too long I was drifting off to sleep. 

I woke the next morning with the wood from heck and noticed my pecker was all slick and there was even some crusty stuff in my undies. Had I came in my sleep? I didn't know about wet dreams, but that was exactly what had happened to me and I guess it was because I  hadn't jacked off the night before.

I waddled to the bathroom and managed to pee without hosing down the walls and my morning wood finally went down. I scratched my balls and picked at the dried cum and suddenly I felt them. Pulling down my underwear and craning my neck to see more clearly I smiled as I saw two little wiry hairs just above my pecker. Wow, oh wow, I had hair now. Maybe it wasn't much, but it was a start. I checked under my arms too, but they were still as smooth as a baby's butt, but I just knew that soon I'd have lots of hair everywhere and that made me so proud. I wanted to tell someone, but that wasn't the kind of thing you went around shouting about so I just had to wait till I got with Johnny or Roger. 

Johnny...I was less mad at him today and really wanted to see him, but I guess my pride got in the way. I thought it should be him that came to me after what he'd done..abandoning me and all, so I vowed not to be the first one to make a move. 

I changed my undies and slipped on those elastic waist shots mom had bought me but it was just too hot for a tee shirt. I wandered into the kitchen and mom smiled.

"You look like a little Indian without a shirt," she teased, "are you hungry little brave?"

"Ug...hungry...feed me," I giggled.

"Well I have some nice buffalo meat and prairie chicken eggs. Will that do?"

"Ug.....me likem"

She already had some sausage cooked up and she scrambled me up some eggs while I made toast. I slathered on butter and home make plum jelly and by then the eggs were ready. I liked em just barely cooked and mom did them just right. I ate like I was starved while mom cleaned up the dishes she'd dirtied and we talked about our day.

"I need to go check on your aunt today. Do you want to along?"

"I don't mind. Can we go by the Dairy Queen afterwards?"

"I suppose. So you have no plans today?"

"Nope, none. How long will be gone?"

"Not that long, maybe a couple of hours. I have to run by Safeway too and get a few things."

I actually liked shopping with mom and usually talked her into buying stuff that wasn't on her list....kid stuff. She insisted I put on some jeans and a pullover instead of a tee and I didn't grumble about it. I slipped on socks and my Keds and by the time I combed my hair and brushed my teeth mom was ready to go.

On the days mom needed the car she took dad to work and picked him up so I could look forward to that trip later on too. The temp was already almost 90 by the time we got to my aunt's house and she met us at the door. She was one of the few people I knew who had an air conditioner and even though it was just a window unit, the air inside was much cooler. 

She offered us iced tea and we sat around drinking tea while my mom and aunt talked. At one point they went off to the back of the house to look at something and I was left alone. I got up and looked around the room, staring at photos of my aunt and my uncle John who had died when I was a little kid. There were pictures of my aunt and my mom together when they were younger and I smiled at how cute they looked together. My mom was pretty now and had been a cute little girl. 

Suddenly I noticed a picture of a little kid playing in the dirt. He only had a diaper on and his face and hands were covered in dirt. He was cute, with curly blond hair and he looked familiar. I was just about to put it down when my mom and aunt came back into the living room.

"Oh, I see you've found your picture," my aunt laughed.

"Huh?"

"That little cotton head is you," mom laughed, "you were about two then and we'd been visiting your aunt and uncle when they lived out in the country. It didn't take you long to find the dirt."

I looked at the picture again, no wonder the kid looked familiar. I laughed and sat it down, "Wow, I was a dirty kid back then...and cute, but I'm still cute," I said grinning.

Mom laughed and my aunt smiled, "You are a handsome young man and I bet the girls are crazy about you."

I blushed. Well, not so much the girls, but there's this boy....

I thanked her and sat back down and finished my tea. They talked for a while and then decided that my aunt would go with us to the grocery store. That was fine with me cause my aunt was a sucker for a cute kid like me and would wind up buying me a cheap toy or some other goodies.

The Safeway wasn't the only grocery store in town, but it was my mom's favorite. It was big and modern and had a good meat department where they cut the meat and ground the hamburger right there. Anytime they had a sale she bought a bunch and froze it and we always had plenty of meat to eat.

I left them to do their shopping and wandered around and wound up in the toy section and found some plastic army men with a jeep and a tank and a tent in the bag. It was a dollar and I was hoping I could talk one of them into buying it. I found them in the canned food section stocking up on green beans and corn and peas at 10 for a buck and showed the army men to my mom.

"Isn't this cool?"

"Yes son. Do you have any lawn money left?"

"At home," I said giving her puppy dog eyes, "its only a dollar."

"For a dollar I could get ten cans of vegetables for you to eat," she laughed.

"I'll get it Robert sweetie," my aunt said giving me a  hug. 

My aunt was about five years older than my mom and not as pretty but she was nice. She had had a hard life and when uncle John died she sort of gave up for a long time. Only lately had she come out of it and started living again and part of that was because my mom and dad never given up on her. I liked to think I had something to do with it too.

"Thanks aunt Edna," I said hugging her back, "I love you," I said smiling.

She had never had any kids of her own and I guess she spoiled me a little, but I didn't take advantage of her and I was always thankful for whatever she gave me.

I carried the army stuff around while they shopped and when we got to checkout I had the lady ring it up then kept it with me. When we got in the car I opened it and played with the army men in the backseat. Back then we didn't use seat belts and I was free to wander all over the backseat and I had my men set up on the back window ledge. Mom stopped suddenly and they all spilled off onto the seat and yelled, "Earthquake" and my mom and aunt laughed."

We helped my aunt unload her things then it was time to go. She followed us out to the car but didn't linger cause she didn't like the heat. We said our goodbyes and we were off to the Dairy Queen. As luck would have it they were having a 29¢ parfait sale and even mom indulged that day. As we sat in the corner booth (the same one Johnny and Roger and I had sat in that day of our campout) we talked about our visit to aunt Edna's and other stuff and pretty soon she brought up the subject of Johnny.

"Did you and Johnny have another fight this weekend?" she asked casually, digging around for dirt.

"No, we had a lot of fun." I said truthfully.

"Oh, well...I was just wondering since you seemed kind of upset the other night."

"It was no big deal," I said trying to worm my way out of this conversation.

"Well, if you even need to talk about anything...."

"Thanks, but dad helped me out this time."

"Uh, a guy thing huh?" she laughed, "Sometimes it's hard being the only female in the house.  Some times I wish I had a daughter."

"You're not thinking about having another kid are you mom?" I asked in horror.

"No, not planning on it, but it would be nice. You're growing up so fast," she sighed.

"If you want another kid adopt me a brother," I teased.

"You don't need a brother. You and Johnny are almost like brothers, only you get along better."

"That's cause we don't live together. If we did we'd fight all the time."

"Maybe so. Are you about finished?"

"Yeah, I said draining the last of the melted ice cream. Can we keep the cups?"

"Yes, I don't see why not. I'll wash them when we get home and we can use them till they break."

It was late afternoon by the time we got home and even though I'd had ice cream I was a little hungry. Mom fixed me a grilled cheese sandwich to tide me over and I drank some ice water to cool down with. It was too late in the day to do anything with Roger and I still didn't feel like seeing Johnny so I decided to just hang around the house and maybe read or something. Then I remembered the letter I'd started for Ricky and I got all excited and decided to finish it.

I grabbed my crayons and went out on the back porch where it was cooler and colored the cartoons I'd drawn and wrote some more stuff about what I'd done since I started the letter. When I was done I read it over and it looked pretty good. I decided to see if mom had any of my school pictures from last year left over and included one of those in the letter. It was last years picture but I hadn't changed that much and I wanted Ricky to remember what I looked like.

I got an envelope and stamp from mom and sealed the letter up and clothes pinned it to the mailbox for the postman to pick up the next day. Back then that was all you had to do to mail a letter and no one worried about someone coming on your property and stealing a letter you put out to mail.

Dad came home early that day and he looked tired, but as always he had a big smile for us. He kissed mom and ruffled my hair and went in to take a shower and change before dinner. Mom was fixing spaghetti and garlic bread and salad and my mouth started watering just from the smells coming out of the kitchen.

We ate early that night and watched TV until it was time to go to bed. I decided to take a shower since I'd skipped it the night before but I didn't linger.  I was tired and figured I'd go to sleep early and maybe get up earlier tomorrow and see if Roger wanted to hang out. I still hadn't forgiven Johnny and he was going to have to make the first move. Maybe I was being mean and unreasonable, but that was how I felt and I was too stubborn to change my mind.



Johnny POV

I don't know why I ran that day. I mean yeah, I kinda do. I mean it was Robert's dad who saw us and even though he'd always been nice to me, who knew what he might do to me after he saw us kissing? I don't blame Robert for us getting caught, but damn if I was gonna hang around after his dad walked in on us. 

I felt sorry for Robert having to face him all alone, and I know he's probably sore at me, but I just couldn't help myself. So I rode like hell all the way home and went straight to my room and fell across my bed and waited. I expected Robert's dad to call my folks or even come down and tell them what a sick kid they had, but when that didn't happen I got more worried. What if he was so mad he beat Robert up or killed him. I know that's silly, but hey I was so scared anything seemed possible.

I skipped supper and cried myself to sleep that night, but fortunately my folks didn't know. They're not exactly the kind of parents who see what's going on with their kids. I mean they let me get away with a lot of shit, but sometimes I wish they cared more. I don't mean they don't love me, but sometimes I feel like they don't even know I'm around. Maybe that's why me and Robert got so close. I mean we been buddies since first grade and he's always been there for me and I've always been there for him...except now I basically ran off and left him holding the bag.

I didn't sleep hardly any that night and I got up at one point and was thinking about running away, except what would that prove? I'd miss Robert most of all, but I was pretty sure that after what his dad had seen he'd never be allowed to come around me again. No, it was hopeless. All I could do was wait it out. Eventually my folks would find out and I'd be a dead man. And poor Robert...well, I just wanna cry every time I think about him facing his dad alone. I feel like such a coward, but I don't know what to do about it now.

I guess I should just go down there and knock on the door and get it all over with, but I haven't gotten up the nerve yet. I can't wait much longer though cause I miss Robert so much it hurts in my guts. God, I can't believe how much I love that guy. It's like...well, like when I'm not with him something inside me is missing. It's like we're one person or something and without him I'm only half of what I need to be. I know it's crazy, but I guess love is crazy too. I don't care about all the queer stuff, I just want to be with him and hold him and kiss him and hear him say he loves me again. 

I know that probably won't happen now that all this shit has happened with the kissing and all, but if I can't see him again then there is no reason for me to go on living. I mean it, if I can't see him again then I will fucking kill myself..I mean it. And if his dad hurt him...I'll kill him too. Oh God, I hurt so bad. I'm starting to bawl again like a little baby. I have to try to fix this. Maybe we could say we were just goofing around or wrestling. Yeah, right wrestling with our tongues. God that kiss was so good....and then..bam, it was all over with, everything gone to hell.

My stupid sister has been bugging me ever since I came home that evening..saying stuff like, what's wrong did you and your boyfriend break up? She has never liked Robert and she always gives us grief. I think she's mad cause she doesn't have a friend as loyal or as good as I do. She's a bitch and I hate her sometimes. She'll be sorry when I'm dead and gone though. Just watch and see.

My dad would be the most disappointed if he found out what I'd been doing. He says boy should be tough and manly and not be a wuss. I know if he knew I'd been crying  he's say I was being a wuss and probably say he was going to slap some sense into me. Not that he's ever slapped me. Except for a few whuppings when I was little he's never really touched me. He don't hug me either. That's one thing I wish he did do. I've seen Robert's dad hug him and he even used to hug me when I was smaller. I think he thinks we're getting too old for that stuff now, but we're not...well, I'm not. I wouldn't mind if my dad or Robert's dad hugged me once in a while, but that's not very likely since of what happened in the garage. No, Robert's dad might kick my ass, but hugging aint gonna happen.

My mom is clueless when it comes to what's going on in my life. She totally does whatever dad says and he's always in charge of everything. I think if he told her to jump off the roof, she'd have me go get the ladder for her. No, I'm on my own with this problem and the sooner I get it over with the better. Tomorrow...yeah, tomorrow I'm going to go to Robert's house after his dad gets home and let the shit hit the fan.




I got up really early the next day and had breakfast with mom and dad.

"Well, you're an early bird today. Got big plans for the day?"

"No sir, it's like you said though. Summer is going fast and I gotta make every minute count."

"Well, that's the spirit. You going down to Johnny's today?"

I shrugged, "Not sure yet...maybe."

He nodded, "Well, don't stay away too long. He's probably a little worried." 

I expected mom to ask us what we were talking about, but she just sat there eating her breakfast and never said a word.

"He should be," I said angrily then shot a look at mom to see if she noticed.

She was playing dumb and keeping out of it, but it was pretty clear she knew what had happened and that meant dad had told her everything. That made me a little sore at dad, but we hadn't exactly agreed to keep it from her and let's face it, I don't think they had very many secrets between them.

"Well, just don't be too rough on him. You boys are so close it would be a shame for anything to spoil that."

"Yes sir, I won't. I just need some time, that's all."

He nodded. "Well, I should be getting to work. You two have a wonderful day and I will see you this evening." 

He kissed mom goodbye then hesitated only a second before bending down and hugging me quickly. 

"Bye dad, don't work too hard," I said grinning ear to ear. 

"Never." he laughed.

I carried my plate into the kitchen and sat it on the counter. Mom was already starting the dishwater and I offered to help, but as  usual she told me to scoot on out and enjoy my day. I hugged her and went off to my room to grab my ball cap and transistor radio and figure out what I was going to do today.

I was sitting on the front porch messing with my bike chain and when I looked up I saw Johnny riding up to the gate. He stopped his bike on the other side and just stood there for a moment and I got up and walked toward him. I guess he was trying to figure out whether to come in or run, and I wasn't sure which I wanted him to do either.

"Hey, you okay?" he said looking worried, "is it okay that I'm here?" he said glancing at the house.

Then it hit me, the perfect revenge. I was making it up as I went along, but Johnny never doubted a word I said.

"It's safe for now, no one's  home but me, but don't let my dad or mom catch you here...ever again. I got beat so bad I can barely sit down and they're talking about us moving to another town now," I said trying to look upset and sad.

I saw Johnny's face go from worried to panicked and I could literally hear his ragged breathing as his heart thudded in his chest.

"You...you're moving?" he said looking near tears, "I'm so sorry...it's all my fault. I should have pushed you away or something," he said breathlessly.

"No, it wasn't your fault, but you could've stayed and faced him with me. That was pretty chickenshit...running away and all."

He lowered his head, "I know and I've been worrying about it ever since. I hate to admit it..but I cried...a lot... and now...now if I can't see you anymore...well, there's no use going on...."

Now I was starting to get worried. Revenge was sweet, but sometimes too much was too much. Was he talking about suicide just cause he thought we couldn't see each other again? I guess it was time to come clean, but as upset as he was, I worried the he might be mad at my joke.

"Calm down," I laughed, "I was just pulling your leg. I'm not in trouble and neither are you. Dad said he didn't see a thing."

"What? You lied to me?" he said shakily, "You made me go through all this for nothing?" he was starting to scare me now. His voice was going up like it had when he beat the crap out of that kid at the park that day.

"It was just payback, that's all."

He just stood there looking at me for a moment as he mulled it all over in his head and finally I saw his look soften, "You asshole, you had me scared...not of being in trouble, but of losing your sorry ass as a friend. I guess I had it coming though. I'm really sorry about running out on you, but I didn't know what else to do...my brain said run and my legs listened to it."

"I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to upset you that much. Hey, what was all that talk about not going on and stuff. You really wouldn't hurt yourself if anything ever happened between us...would you?"

He sighed, then looked me right in the eyes, "I don't know, but that's how I felt when you told me that and...well,  the other night when I ran away  and I didn't know what would happen I sort of felt that way then."

"Come on in," I said opening the gate, "we need to talk."

He looked even more nervous then, but he followed me in the gate and I closed it behind him. 

"Want something to drink?"

"If you do, but I don't wanna go inside. I'd feel really weird around your folks now."

"Why? As far as they're concerned nothing happened. Come on, act normal and things will be fine."

He grumbled a little but followed me inside.

"Mooom!" I yelled, "Johnny's here. Can we have something to drink?"

We met her in the kitchen and she gave Johnny a smile, "Well...hello second son," she laughed, "how are you today?"

"Fine...ma'am....just fine. Uh, how are you?"

"Fine as frog's hair," she laughed and Johnny started to relax.

"I have tea or Kool-Ade or good old water."

"Kool-Ade." We both yelled it at the same time then locked pinkies and giggled.

"Okay, here you go boys. Take it outside please, I'm getting ready to mop the floor in here."

She'd served it in those colored aluminum glasses and we took them out to the back porch and sat down on the step. We just sat there for a few minutes enjoying the cool morning air and the sweet drink then I sat my glass down and turned to Johnny.

"Okay, here's the way I see it. We both messed up this time. Me cause I should've been more careful and you cause you left me to face my dad alone. But it all worked out okay, this time. We need to be more careful and...we gotta stick together."

"You got me back good though," Johnny said grinning, "I almost peed my pants when you told me you might be moving away. Don't ever do that again...please."

I smiled, "So you'd miss me..huh?"

"Wouldn't you...ummm...miss me?"

"Oh God yes. I've known you almost all my life, and I spend more time with you than I do my own parents. Yeah, I'd miss you.....but I wouldn't kill myself if anything ever happened and you gotta promise me you wouldn't either."

He shook his head, "I can't promise that...cause I don't know what I'd do. I mean it's not like I want to be dead, but life without you just doesn't seem like it would be worth living."

"Well, then I guess we'll just have to make sure you don't have to live without me."

He grinned, "Promise you'll always be my friend...no matter what?"

"No matter what, I swear. No matter where I wind up I will always be your friend."

"Okay, I believe you. So now what?"

"So now we go back to things just like they were."

He looked confused, "Uh...like they were before...or like they were...ummm....after...we...ummmm...you know...."

I laughed, "The way things were before you turned chicken and ran out the other day."

"Very funny. I don't know though, are you sure your folks don't know anything?"

I rolled my eyes, "Who cares? They're not freaking if they do...so maybe it's like my dad says...it's just part of growing up."

"Yeah, I guess....I mean the only thing they could know about is the kissing...right? And you said that your dad didn't see that...so I guess they don't know anything."

"That's how I see it," I lied. I knew my dad knew more than he was saying but I was afraid if I told Johnny that he'd never come around again or at least never do anything again.

"So, it's all good then. Boy am I glad. I couldn't even sleep at night and my stupid sister hasn't been helping."

"Why, what's she been doing?"

He told me about the teasing and I frowned. I had never really like his sister and now I hated her.

"She's just jealous cause she doesn't have a friend like you."

"What about Jamie, I thought they were pretty tight?"

"She just hangs out with Jamie cause she hates being around my folks and Jamie's folks are never home."

"Maybe they have boys over and do it all the time," I joked.

"No, trust me..she'd be a lot nicer if she was getting any," he laughed.

We both laughed then and after finishing our drinks we stacked the glasses by the back door and went out to the clubhouse. I didn't have anything in mind and I figured Johnny was way too nervous to do anything below the belt, but at this point I decided I'd  settle for a kiss.

It was cooler inside the clubhouse. The window was already propped open from last time and a cool breeze was blowing in. We sat down on the couch about six inches apart but I could still feel his heat and definitely smell his musky scent. It smelled comforting and exciting at the same time and my cock began to get a little hard.

Neither of  us spoke for a long time but it wasn't uncomfortable. We both had some thinking to do and I was content just to sit there with my best friend and enjoy his company.  I shifted a little and scooted a little closer on purpose and now our legs were touching. He looked over at me and smiled nervously and he looked so cute.

"It's okay....." I said softly.

He nodded and blushed and I leaned in and he met me half way. When our lips met it was like the fourth of July and Christmas all rolled into one. His lips were wet and soft and they tasted like grape Kool-Ade and boy spit. I sighed and reached over and placed my hand at the back of his neck and pulled him in a little closer. He sighed into my mouth and I thought that was so sexy. 

My cock was rock hard in my shorts and I was sure his was too, but I had to make sure. Pretending it was an accident I let my hand brush his crotch and sure enough he was as hard as I was. I smiled around our kiss and let my hand wander up to his rock hard stomach and he moaned softly.

"I pulled back and little and nibbled his lips as I whispered, "We..have...lots...of..time...and..it's...private...."

He pulled back completely and looked into my eyes. He looked worried, but excited and I knew it wouldn't take much to convince him to do something sexy.

"Is the door locked?"

"Uh huh, I locked it when we came in, but my mom would never come out  here."

"Well....maybe we could do something...but I'm not getting naked."

I laughed, "No need to get naked I guess." I said letting my hand drop down to the lump in his shorts.

He closed his eyes and made a little oh sound and I began unbuttoning his shorts. It took me some doing but I finally got his shorts down and his cock free and began to jack it slowly. Pulling the skin back released the musky smell of his cock cheese and I swooned as I inhaled it.

"God you smell good," I said softly and he giggled.

"I taste good too."

"Oh yeah, can I see?" I said grinning.

"Uh huh...anything you want," he said dreamily.

I dropped to my knees on the cardboard covered floor and scooted between his legs, "Can I pull these down just a little?"

He nodded and I skinned his shorts down his muscular legs to his knees. Of course what I really wanted was those damn thing off so I could get at his balls and maybe stick a finger up his butt, but I'd have to take it slow. 

I toyed with his cock at first, licking all up and down the shaft and across the piss slit where a little pearl of pre-cum had gathered then back down again to his little patch of pubes. I reached down and grabbed his sack and worked the marbles inside and he moaned softly. 

"Can I at least take your shorts off?" I said looking into his eyes.

He nodded and quickly skinned his shorts off. They hung up at his feet but we managed to get them off and then I pushed his underwear down to his feet. Without my asking he kicked those off too and now all we wore were his tennies and socks and a worn white tee shirt that was so small it barely covered his flat tummy.

I looked down at  him and smiled, "You're so sexy," I purred and he smiled back.

"Suck me," he  hissed.

I shook my head, "Not yet, first I wanna lick you all over." I said suddenly feeling light headed.

"Where did you learn that?"

"I don't know, I just been thinking about stuff. I wouldn't want to do this with just anybody...but I want to with you...if it's okay."

"Man, you can do just about anything you want, but first come up here." 

I got up on my knees and he bent down and put his arms around me and we kissed again. This time the kiss was so much hotter and wetter and so sexy that I was breathless by the time we broke it off. I scrambled back down between his legs and he rolled his crotch forward and I lifted  his balls and began licking them.

"Oh God...that feels so rad."

I didn't answer, instead I reached down under his balls and began rubbing his taint (taint ass and it taint balls) and he moaned lowly and pushed up a little causing my finger to graze his b-hole. It was wet and hot and I tried not to think about what was making it wet. I hoped it was sweat, but I didn't really care. I was too horny to stop now. 

I worked his nuts for a long time licking and sucking  then taking  them into my mouth one at a time, then both and he was going crazy. He tasted salty and so good that I never wanted to stop licking him, but there was still lots more to lick and suck and places to poke and squeeze and then after it was all over something tasty to swallow down. Boy, it just didn't get better than this.

I let my finger find his b-hole again and I pushed against that sticky puckery thing till my finger tip slipped inside causing him to moan louder.

"Oh shit...shit, shit, shit."

I hoped not, but like I said..it was too late now to care. I worked my finger in deeper as I started sucking on his cock, but I didn't want him to come yet so I started licking up and down his shaft again as I fingered his b-hole. I decided to let his cock rest for a minute and I scooted up and began licking his nipples. They were rock hard and reminded me of pencil erasers. I squeezed one then the other then took turns sucking them into my hot wet mouth as he squirmed beneath me. 

His hard cock was pressed against my stomach and it felt hot and sticky. He humped up against me and moaned again then grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back down to his aching cock.

"Suck it please..." he begged.

I looked up at him as I took his cock into my mouth and he watched me intently as I began to suck him seriously this time. I swallowed him down as far as I could without gagging then pulled back up using my lips to move his skin along the shaft sort of jacking him with my mouth. I knew from the way he was breathing that he wasn't going to last long and when I placed my finger back in his b-hole again he closed his eyes and humped up against me and began coming.

His sperm caught me by surprise but I managed not to choke on it and swallowed all of down. It tasted really good that day and there was a lot of it. Later he told me that he hadn't jack off since that night he fled my house and that he came so hard when I sucked him off that he thought he was going to pass out.

When his cock became too sensitive to suck anymore he pushed me away and pulled me up to kiss me again. I sat down beside him and we kissed for a long time while Johnny recuperated. 

He broke the kiss first and nuzzled my ear playfully, "It's your turn now."

That was good news, cause my cock was so hard it almost hurt and I needed to get off bad. Without replying I stood up and quickly skinned off my shorts and underwear and sat back down. "Okay, I'm all yours."

He smiled as he wrapped his hand around my cock and began jacking it. His hand felt warm and familiar, almost as familiar as my own now and ten times better. I would have been content just to have him jack me off, but after a few minutes he leaned down and took me into his hot wet mouth and began to suck me for all he was worth. As he sucked he reached down between my legs and rubbed my hairless nuts and then let him finger wander back to my b-hole just as I had with him.

I moaned lowly and rolled my legs up a little to give him better access to my hole and his finger slipped in a little. For two 11 year old boys we were sure learning things fast and finding out what we liked and so far it seemed like we both liked pretty much the same things.

I could feel his hot wet tongue lapping beneath my cock head in the sensitive place that drives me crazy and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. When he placed his free hand on my tummy and began rubbing it slowly that was all it took to send me over the edge. I cried out as I began to come and Johnny sucked even faster and harder as I filled his mouth with my hot sweet cum.

He gobbled it up like it was ice cream and swallowed it down and when I was dry he pulled up and licked the head to make sure he got it all then pulled me down and kissed me. I could taste my own cum on his sweet lips and we kissed for a long time.

When I finally came back down to earth from my orgasm I pulled him down beside me and we just sat there hugged up and cooling off while our breathing returned to normal and our hearts slowed down. 

"Wow, that was pretty good." I said at last, "for a guy who was worried about getting caught you sure did  a good job."

"Well, I guess I just got caught up in things. We should probably get dressed though and maybe get out of here. We been in here a long time."

I yawned and stretched and leaned into him. "I guess, but it feels so good being naked. It's so naughty."

"Yeah, it is...isn't it?" he giggled, "but like you said..we gotta be more careful."

"Okaaaay...I know," I whined, "Maybe we can walk over to the railroad tracks and goof around for a while."

So once we were dressed we were just two normal 11 year old boys again and not those two sex-crazed boys we seemed to have turned into lately. Looking back on that summer and all the things we did I'm amazed that at that age we did so much. I guess part of it was the fact that we'd all three reached puberty so early. What are the odds that all of us would be shooting that early? I mean most boys reach puberty around the ages of 12-14, but some can be earlier and some later. We just happened to be early birds I guess and that put all of us ahead of most boys our age.

There was no train when we first got there, but soon enough we heard the distant horn of a train heading toward us from the south. This time we placed rocks on the tracks and took up our usual spot on the west side of the tracks and waited.

As the train got closer the horn was so loud we had to cover our ears and and then the engine passed us and we started hurling our rocks at the passing cars and when the first boxcar with an open door appeared we both scored a rock inside. We cheered as we continued to hurl our rocks but there weren't many boxcars on that particular train. It was mostly flat cars and tankers and a few sand cars and it passed quickly.

When the caboose passed we waved to the train man then ran out to see what the train did to the rocks. The rocks around the tracks were mostly limestone and the weight of the train turned them to a fine powder. We felt the pulverized rock and sprinkled it on the ground never ceasing to be amazed at the force of the huge wheels of the train.

"Think what that would do your head," Johnny said making a face.

"Yeah, or your leg if it was hanging over the rail..yuck. Hey, one time I saw a cat that got squashed by a train and it was disgusting...guts everywhere."

"Yeah, I saw a dog once....hey that remind me of a joke. Ever hear the one about the two hobos walking down the railroad tracks?"

"About a hundred times," I said rolling my eyes, "Come on let's go get a drink at the depot."

The air inside the depot was cool and the water from the fountain was so cold it hurt our teeth. We lingered a little while reading the train schedule and goofing around till the guy behind the counter gave us a mean look and we hightailed it out of there.

"What now?" 

"Got any money?"

"Nope, not with me and it's too far to walk back home and get some. Hey, I got \]76an idea. My uncle Owen works at Otasco, maybe we can bum a pop from him."

"Okay, let's go. Even if he won't buy us a pop we can look at the cool stuff there."

Otasco (Oklahoma Tire and Supply Company) had all kinds of cool stuff, like sporting goods, car stuff, bikes and toys and even TV's and stuff like that. My  uncle worked in the auto part as a mechanic and he was always bringing me stuff from work, especially at Christmas and my birthday. I figured he was good for a couple of pops and maybe even a candy bar if we were lucky.

Otasco was in the second block of downtown on the left side and it didn't take us long to get there. We went in and looked around first then as luck would have it my uncle came in to get something for one of the cars he was fixing and when he saw us he smiled really big and came over to talk to us. I'd told Johnny to let me do that talking and except for saying hi he kept quiet.

"What are you guys up to?"

"Oh, just wandering around. But its really hot out there and we're so thirsty," I hinted.

He laughed, "Well, I bet a pop would fix that wouldn't it?"

I smiled, "Yeah, but we're broke."

"Well, I think I can afford a couple of pops. Come on guys the machine is back here."

Otasco had one of the those machines that stood upright with slots for each kind of pop and after you put your money in the jaws released on the next one in line and you pulled it out. I got a Mt Dew and Johnny got a DrPepper and we opened then on the built in opener on the machine.

We thanked my uncle and he started to go, then remembered he hadn't gotten the part and he backtracked to the front of the store to grab it. We were gazing at the candy machine when he came back by and he shook his head and handed me a dime.

"Might as well have a candy bar too boys," he laughed.

"Gee, thanks uncle Owen," I said smiling, "You're the best."

"Yeah, thanks," Johnny said grinning.

He hurried on out to finish his work and we both got a Full Dinner candy bar from the machine and went back out to look at the bikes and stuff as we ate them and drank our pops. I found a cool horn and set of lights  that I wanted for my bike, but it was 2.50 and I wasn't sure I wanted to spend the much on my old bike. What I really wanted was a new bike, and I'd been hinting all year hoping I'd get one for Christmas. The bike I had now was a five year old Western Flyer and what I really wanted was one of those new Schwinn Sting-ray bikes. You know the one with the banana seats and the cool streamers hanging out of the handlebars. They were like 50 bucks, but hey, a kid could dream couldn't he?

We finished our pop and placed the bottles in the empty bottle rack and threw our candy bar wrappers in the trash can next to the candy machine. I looked through the glass door leading into the service department, but I didn't see my uncle so I suggested we go. 

We decided to walk down to the library which was two blocks up the street and see if they had any new Viewmaster reels. Viewmaster was this cool stereo-optical viewer and the pictures were on little round flat reels and you turned them to see the next picture. Since there were two of each picture, one for each eye, it gave the illusion of 3D.

The coolest ones were the ones with caves and waterfalls and stuff like that but there were some other ones that were pretty fun to look at too. Mom and dad had bought me a Viewmaster Viewer a couple of years ago and I had a few discs, but the library had a lot more and I could check them out anytime I wanted.

We found a few I hadn't seen and a few others that were worth a second look and we gathered them up and looked around some at the books and stuff. I found a new Robert A. Heinlein novel that I hadn't read and added it to the pile and when we'd seen everything we headed to the checkout desk.

As we walked back to my house I realized just how happy I was. I mean being a kid was actually about the easiest thing you could do and my life was pretty damn sweet. I had great parents and the best friend anyone could ever have and now....sex. But as good as the sex was, just being with Johnny and being a kid and doing all the things kids do was the best thing ever.

It was hotter now but the sun felt good on my tanned arms and neck. Johnny and I both tanned easily and as soon as spring came we were little brown biscuits like most of our friends. Johnny looked good with a tan and as we walked along I couldn't help checking him out. We'd always been close, but now we were closer and it wasn't just about the sex. We'd actually used the L word with each other and we were closer than ever now. 

"Hey, think you could go to the lake with us for the 4th?"

"Probably....I don't know why not. My folks aren't gonna do anything as far as I know."

"Okay, cool. Be sure to ask em and let me know. My folks said it was cool."

"Are we gonna go swimming and stuff?"

"Yeah, and shoot off our fireworks. My dad said he'd pitch in at least 5 bucks for stuff, but if I know him it will be more like 10."

"I got some money saved and my dad will give me some if I ask. Yeah, it will be great."

We'd made it to the railroad by then and we walked the rails till we got to second street then turned off and headed toward my house. When we got to my block we started to turn but suddenly we saw Roger riding toward us on his bike.

"Hey you guys. Whatcha doing?"

"Just got back from the library. I got a book and some cool Viewmaster reels."

"Cool, you gonna go look at em?"

"Sure, wanna come with us?"

"Yeah, okay. Nothin else to do. I'm so bored. I was driving my mom crazy and she told me to get out of the house."

He pushed his bike along as we walked toward my house and when we got there we decided to go up in the treehouse. I grabbed my Viewmaster and told my mom we were back and where we'd be and climbed up and sat down facing each other. We passed the Viewmaster around and talked about what we were seeing and what we'd been up to lately but Johnny and I had agreed not to tell Roger about the kissing and getting caught. The sex was one thing, but I guess we were sort of embarrassed by the lovey dovey stuff.

Johnny mentioned the plans for the 4th and Roger sort of frowned, "No fair, I wish I could go."

"Well, if your folks would let you I guess I could ask mine if it would be okay."

"Really, that'd be cool. I bet they'd let me. I'll ask em when I get home."

Johnny sort of gave me a funny look and I wished I'd kept my big mouth shut. Maybe he didn't want Roger join  us. Maybe he didn't want to share me and I'd messed things up.

We'd gone through all the reels by then and we were starting to get bored but none of us had any suggestions for what to do next. Johnny and I were pretty spent from our little workout earlier and not feeling sexy at all so I was glad Roger didn't suggest we mess around.

Instead we climbed down and played cars in the backyard just like me and Ricky had done that day. I wasn't sure if it was a good thing to mention it, but I wound up telling them about the letter from Ricky and Johnny didn't seem upset or anything and Roger was sort of excited about it.

"Maybe I could take a picture of all three of us and send it to him. Mom says I can use the camera to take some pictures to send him."

"Yeah, naked pictures," Roger laughed.

"Is that all you think about?" Johnny smirked.

"No, I think about sex too," Roger said grinning.

I rolled my eyes, "We're not sending naked pictures thought he mail. Besides the guy at the drugstore would see them and we'd get in lots of trouble."

Roger looked thoughtful for a minute then he sat down where he had been zooming his car and looked out across the yard. 

"Can I tell you guys something?"

"Sure, you can tell us anything."

"Yeah, sure. What is it Roger?"

"Well," he sighed, "My folks aren't getting along too well lately and I'm afraid they're gonna get a divorce."

"What? No way," I said in horror. I didn't know any of my friends who's folks were divorced though I did have one friend who's dad died and it was just him and his mom and brother.

"Yeah, I've really been worried about it lately. I hate being home when my dad's home cause they fight so much."

I felt so sorry for Roger at that moment and I wanted to go over and  hug him, but instead I just sat there looking at him. It was Johnny who seemed to know what to say and do though.

"Hey, you got us...right Robert? Anytime you don't want to be at home one of us will be there for you...right Robert?"

"Yeah, sure...anytime. We're your best pals in the whole world."

Roger smiled, but it was a sad smile and he looked ready to cry. He wiped at his eyes and his nose then went back to playing with his car. We played for a while longer then mom yelled for us to come in and have some lunch. Man, my mom was the best. She always treated my friends just like she treated me and fed them whenever they were over and they loved her almost as much as I did.

We had tuna salad sandwiches and Freetos that day and for dessert she gave us a huge chocolate chip cookie. We washed it all down with Kool-Ade and when we were done we stacked our plates in the sink and thanked her then went outside to play some more.

"Your mom is the best," Roger said looking sad again, "I wish she was my mom...and I was your brother."

"Me too, that would be so cool, but at least we're pals and we see each other a lot...and my mom likes you a lot too. She likes all my friends."

"Especially me," Johnny teased, "She said I'm like her other son."

"That's cause she's known you since you wore diapers," I teased, "she's seen your little dinker when she changed your diaper."

"Aint so little anymore," Johnny said grinning, "She'd be surprised at what a big boy I am now," he laughed.

"Gross," Roger said making a face, "I wouldn't want anyone's mom seeing my pecker."

"Not even is she was super hot and you wanted to do her?"

"Gross...shut up," I warned. "That's my mom you're talking about."

"Oh, I wasn't talking about your mom exactly. I'm just saying...what if you know some kid and his mom was like super hot with big titties and a nice butt. Would you do her?"

Roger looked thoughtful, "Would her son have to know?"

"Naw...I guess not. Let's say you came over to play and your friend was gone somewhere with his dad and it was just his mom home and she was...ummm just getting out of the shower and only had a towel wrapped around her..."

Damn Johnny was good at making this stuff up. My cock was getting hard and I didn't even like girls that way.

"And she says...come on in and you can wait for....um Mike. I'll just go put some clothes on."

"Aww...that's no good. She should stay naked."

"Okay, so you say...oh don't bother on my account..and then you start telling her how pretty she is and  how nice and pretty soon she's like ...oh Roger I never noticed what a nice boy you are before and so handsome. And then she bends down and kisses you and the towel falls off and her boobs are right there...."

"Yeah, and I reach out and grab em and play motor boat between them," Roger laughed.

We all rolled on the ground laughing then and then Johnny started again.

"And you look down and there's her beaver all furry and you run your hand down there and put a finger in her cunt and start fingering her and she gets all hot and drags you to the bedroom and rips your clothes off."

"Yeah, and she says...Oh Roger what a big pecker you have!

And we all laughed again. 

"And then you do her right there on the bed where her and her husband do it and it's so hot. You're ugh ugh ugh..and then..."

"Mike walks in," I say cracking up with laughter, "and he says...MOM.. what the fuck are you doing fucking with my boyfriend."

Oh God that got us laughing so hard that it took us a long time to settle down. We'd been sitting beneath the tree that held my treehouse and we were rolling around on the grass and then we started wrestling and we forgot all about the sexy story, but all the body contact was getting our peckers hard.

When we finally broke it up and sat back against the tree we were sweaty and panting like dogs.

"Wow, that was a hot story," Roger said, "you should make up more like that...only about girls from our school and stuff."

"I thought you'd want a woman with more experience," Johnny teased, "not those little hairless twats from school."

"How do you know they're hairless? They might have hair by now too. Anyway there's a couple of em I'd like to fuck."

"Like who?"

"Ummm...Helen Pollard, she's already getting boobies, or Vicky Jones. I heard she Frenches."

"Well, good luck with those two. You'd have better luck with some of the other girls....like Kathy Barnes. I hear she's boy-crazy."

"She's not too bad. Think she's let me do her?"

"No stupid, girls our age don't put out...but she might let you see it or touch it."

Roger sighed, "I'm so hard...I need to jack off. You guys wanna join me?"

I looked at Johnny. It had been hours since our little romp in the clubhouse and all the sex talk had sort of excited us, but I wasn't sure I wanted to do anything with Roger.

"I will if Robert will," Johnny said looking at me hopefully. He was way more horny that was and from then on I'd always let him take the lead.

"Cool, wanna go up in the treehouse? It's cooler up there than in the clubhouse."

So we climbed up the ladder and closed the door behind us and sat down. Roger seemed nervous at first then he finally unbuttoned his cut-offs and pushed then down around his hips. His cock sprang free and we all giggled like little kids.

"Okay, now you guys."

I shrugged and looked over at Johnny and at the same time we lowered our shorts and freed our cocks. Roger dropped a loogie on his cock and starting working it slowly and Johnny and I began to work our foreskin back and forth. It was nice being uncut and we didn't need any lube other than our own natural juices. The smell in that tiny little enclosure that day was intoxicating. Our sweat mixed with the smell of our peckers and maybe even a little ass smell had us so excited that we knew we wouldn't last long. That smell never ceased to amaze or excite me and to this day I can still remember those feelings it provoked that summer of my 11th year when it was all so new.

Soon the wet slapping sounds was joined by our ragged breaths and an occasional oh or ah from us as we neared orgasm. I glanced up at Roger and his eyes were closed and he had the most peculiar look on his face as he neared orgasm. His mouth was open wide and he was sucking in breaths as his chest heaved with each stroke of his hand on his cock.

I knew he was close now and then suddenly his body convulsed and he bit his lip and the first squirt of whitish fluid erupted from his flaring pee hole.

"Oh shit......"

Well that was all it took for me and one more stroke and I was right there with him. As I watched the second ribbon of cum shoot out of Roger's cock my own cock squirted and I swear our streams met in the middle canceling each other out then falling to the wooden floor.

We laughed and Johnny took one look at our sperm soaking the floor and shot a stream clean past our little puddle hitting my shoe before running down and seeping between the crack in the floor. We all three continued to shoot three or more times then we just oozed for a minute while we recuperated.

Roger wrapped his hand around his cock and wiped off as much as he could then licked his hand clean but Johnny had something else in mind. Leaning in as I watched him with interest his face dropped to my crotch and he licked me clean.

"Awwww...shit," I moaned, not expecting this at all.

Once he had my cock head cleaned up he gave it one more lick then rose up and smiled, "Well...what are you waiting for. I cleaned yours up...."

I was grinning as I leaned in and returned the favor and when I looked over at Roger his mouth was hanging open.

"You guys seem...different now. Is something going on?"

We shrugged, "Nope, want me to clean yours up too?"

Well, I guess that put his mind at ease cause he just leaned back and let me clean him up then we zipped up and things went back to normal. We dug out the Viewmaster and looked at the reels again and later we rode bikes for a while then Roger said he had to go home. We rode him to his house and as we stood there holding our bikes between our legs Roger looked at his house and then at us and frowned.

"I wish I didn't have to go home...ever."

I felt really sorry for him, but I was just a kid and I didn't know what to do to help. 

"Maybe you can spend the night sometime this week," I offered.

"Really? Okay, I'll ask. What night is good?"

"Any night is fine. Just hang in there, okay?"

"Yeah, take it easy man." Johnny said pounding him gently on the arm.

We waved as we rode off and Roger sat there on his bike till we were out of sight. I felt really bad about what was going on with his folks and especially how it hurt him, but I was 11 years old and I didn't really understand those things. I guess most kids believed their parents were happy and would be together forever, but the real truth was that they were just people with feeling and problems and sometimes things didn't go so smoothly. Divorce wasn't as common back then, but that didn't mean couples didn't have  problems. I guess they were just less likely to end a marriage than they are these days. A lot of them lived in misery and in loveless, sexless marriages. Some cheated and some just became bitter and some took it out on their kids. I was lucky enough to be one of those kids whose parents genuinely loved one another and their marriage was real and stood the test of time, but others weren't so lucky and Roger was one of them.

Johnny stayed till my dad got home I think mostly because he wanted to get seeing him again over with. My dad was  his usual friendly self and Johnny warmed up to him fast and by the time Johnny was ready to go home I think things were pretty much back to normal.

I walked him to the street and we talked a bit more before he left.

"I told you everything was okay with my dad."

"Yeah, he seemed okay...like nothing happened. Maybe he don't see so good any more," he laughed.

Oh, he sees plenty good, I thought, but I wasn't ready to let Johnny know that. As long as Johnny thought our secret was safe he'd be okay. No need to worry him for nothing.

"So....you're gonna have Roger over huh?"

"Well, yeah. I feel sorry for him. That's okay....right?"

"Well..sure. None of my business. He's my friend too. I mean he spends the night at my house too."

"Okay, just so you know...it's nothing like what we have."

He smiled, "Yeah, that's something else. I get it. Well...I better get home. See ya."

"Yeah, maybe I'll come down tomorrow."

"Okay, that's cool. If not I might come see you again."

"Okay, so we'll see each other tomorrow. Bye."

I watched as he rode away and then went back into the house. Dad was sitting in his favorite chair reading the paper and when I came in he looked up, "Everything okay?"

"Great. Thanks."

"Good. So is Johnny coming along with us on the 4th?"

"Yeah, he said he'd ask, but he was pretty sure his folks will say yes."

"That's good," he said turning the page of the newspaper. Oh....I see Otasco has tires on sale," he muttered to himself.

"Dad, you and mom....I mean...you get along okay...right?"

He put the newspaper down and gave me a curious look, "What brought that on?"

"Oh nothing....it's just that Roger says his folks aren't getting along and he's afraid they might be getting a divorce."

"I see, well...you have nothing to worry about as far as your mother and I go. Cause I aint never letting her get away," he chuckled, "No sir, I worked too hard snagging her and she's all mine."

I laughed, "Well, I'm glad to hear that. I feel kinda sorry for Roger, he's not too happy right now. He don't even like going home sometimes cause they fight so much."

"Well sometimes these things happen. I guess all you can do is try to be there for him and of course he's always welcome to hang out here if things get too bad."

"Thanks dad....speaking of that....do you think he could come with us to the lake on the 4th?"

My dad laughed, "So was this what all this was about?"

"No, not really. He really is upset about his folks. If you say no that's okay," I said giving him my puppy dog eyes.

He shook his head, "And be the bad guy? No way, besides I like your buds and the more the merrier. I'll just buy another cow to cook on the BBQ and we'll be fine."

"Thanks dad, you're the best."

"Yeah, I really am.....and don't you forget it."

"Dinner you guys." Mom yelled from the dining room.

"Help your old man up," my dad said offering his hand.

I grabbed it and pulled, but he didn't really need my help. When he got to his feet he pulled me into headlock and gave me a noogie but it didn't hurt. I think it was just his way of hugging me and keeping things manly and cool. I put my arm around him and drug him to the dining room and mom laughed when she saw us.

"There's my two wild men. What have you been up to...wrestling?"

"Yeah, and I won mom." I said as we broke it off and fell into our seats.

"Well, I hope  you two are hungry cause tonight is my famous pork chops smothered in mushroom gravy."

"Mmmmm.....sinful, but deeeelicious," Dad said grinning.

Dad said grace and we dug in and laughed and talked the whole time and it was great. I had a whole new respect for my parents after that and everyday I thanked God for them. Roger's parents continued to have problems the whole rest of the time I knew him and he spent a lot of time at my house and Johnny's  for the rest of the summer.




End of Part 7

Next: Star Spangled Fourth of July



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I asked God for a bike, but I know God doesn't work that way. So I stole one and asked for forgiveness.

Emo Phillips





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)