The days passed quickly, the weather remained hot and Roger spent a lot of his time with me and Johnny. Things at home were apparently getting worse and he wasn't the same cheerful kid he used to be. Johnny and I both agreed that we'd make time for him and so it sort of cut down on our alone time though we did manage a couple of sleepovers without him.
Everything was go for the 4th and dad had surprised us with some good news. His boss had a lakeside cabin on Grand Lake and he offered to let us use it for the weekend since he and his wife were going to Florida on vacation. The fourth was on Saturday and that was perfect. We'd have three nights and two whole days in a cozy cabin on the lake. He even said we could use his boat which was docked in a boathouse right behind the cabin.
Dad said he wasn't sure about the boat, but I was pretty sure us three boys could talk him into a boat ride before the weekend was over. I was thinking about keeping the good news to myself and surprising them, but let's face it I just wasn't that good at keeping a secret, especially one as cool as this one.
When I told Johnny and Roger I thought they were going to poop their pants. They were jumping around and whooping and hollering and pretty soon I joined em.
"We are going to have soo much fun. And there's even a boat there and dad's boss said we could use it."
"Wow, think your dad will take us out in it?"
"I bet he will..if we beg him enough."
"This is gonna be so cool and we can shoot our fireworks off right there on the lake?"
"Yep, we'll have our own private spot."
"Two more days," Roger said, "and I can hardly wait. I'll be so glad to get away from my folks for a whole weekend."
"Yeah, it's gonna be fun. Hey, you guys want to go with me to get the fireworks. The stand down my Dyer's has three for one."
In 1964 20 bucks bought a lot of fireworks and that's what I had between my lawn mowing money and the ten dad had given me. Roger had 5 dollars and Johnny had 7 so between us we were going to have a ton of fireworks to shoot off.
We decided to walk down to the fireworks stand and use my Radio Flyer wagon to tote the fireworks back in and it's a good thing we did. I grabbed an old produce box from the garage to put the fireworks in and we were off. We took turns pulling the wagon and when we got to the fireworks stand we pulled it right up to the counter and started picking stuff out.
Back when we were kids bottle rockets were still legal and cherry bombs were so powerful they'd blow a leather shoe apart. Nowadays you can't even shoot off fireworks in the city limits. It's crazy really, they say it's because it's too dangerous and there's danger of fire and stuff, but we never burned anything down and the only injuries I ever knew of were a few burnt fingers from firecrackers.
We loaded up on bottle rockets, Roman candles, fountains, Devil chasers, and satellites, but we saved plenty of money for firecrackers, cherry bombs and even a few m-80's which would even blow up in the water. Johnny insisted we get some sparklers and we got six boxes and we still had four dollars left. We added a few other novelty items and our total was 30.00. We stopped there and the guy threw in a dozen punks for lighting the stuff.
We had four huge sacks and it was all we could do to get it all in the wagon. Like before we took turns pulling the wagon and when we got back to my house we decided to go over by the railroad tracks and shoot off a few of our firecrackers. We had tons of Black Cats and Lady Fingers so there was no danger of running out.
At the railroad tracks we placed firecrackers under pieces of wood and in the holes in the railroad ties, but there wasn't much damage. We did blow some ant hills up in the grass on the right of way and poked a few firecrackers down wasp holes.
We played war and pretended the firecrackers were hand grenades and before we knew it all the firecrackers were gone. Since we had two bucks left from the fireworks money we decided to treat ourselves to ice cream at the DQ.
As we walked up the tracks toward the DQ we talked about our plans for the fourth and how much fun we'd had this summer. I guess sooner or later the subject of sex was bound to come up and surprisingly Johnny started it.
"Hey, will we have a private place to sleep...at the cabin?"
"Sure, my dad says there's a bedroom downstairs and one upstairs and a bathroom on both floors too. Not sure how big the bed is though, but we can always sleep on the floor on our sleeping bags."
"Cool, cause all that fresh air will probably make us super horny."
"Yeah, we can stay up all night and mess around," Roger said grinning.
"Is that all you guys think about now?" I teased.
"No, of course not....we think about food and sleeping... but not as much," Johnny laughed.
"You think about sex as much as we do," Roger said punching me playfully in the arm and causing me to fall off the rail I'd been walking.
"Stop it Roger, I was trying to walk the whole way without falling off. Thanks a lot."
"Speaking of sex..." Johnny started, "when we get done at the DQ, how about if we go down to the gin mill and mess around."
I rolled my eyes, but I had to admit that sounded fun to me. There was something about doing stuff in strange places that made it more exciting. Maybe it was the element of danger or just the fresh air, but it was definitely a turn on.
"What're we gonna get at DQ anyway?"
"How about a Dilly Bar? Then we can walk down to the gin mill while we eat em."
"Yeah, that's cool but we gotta eat fast or it'll melt."
The DQ was busy, but we went to the walk up window and ordered our Dilly Bars and lots of napkins and then started back the way we'd come. We ate fast, but we still wound up with sticky fingers but by the time we got down to the depot we had most of our ice cream bars eaten.
"Let's stop by by the depot and get a drink from the fountain and wash the sticky off our fingers," I suggested.
We swallowed the last of our ice cream and sucked the sticks clean and pocketed them, then wadded up the wrappers. Johnny started to throw his down, but I gave him a threatening look and he rolled his eyes, but kept it till we got inside the depot and we threw our trash in the trash can there. I hated littering and Johnny and Roger both knew it. I don't know why it was such a big deal to me, but to this day it's still one of my pet peeves.
We got a drink and wet our fingers and licked them clean and wiped up the rest on the napkins then tossed them in the trash. We took turns getting one last drink then we left before the train guy ran us off. Some of the station attendants were okay, but a few of em were pretty mean.
It wasn't far to the gin mill from the depot, just up the tracks a few hundred feet and then off to the left, and we were there in a few minutes. As usual there was no one around and we headed straight to the door on the front side. The vines and bushes had grown up even more since the last time we were there and we could barely get the door open enough for us to get through. Roger was the biggest of us three and his belly scraped the door as he squeezed in.
It was warm inside from the sun beating down on the tin roof and in a few minutes we were covered in sweat. Johnny whipped out his cock and started peeing after a minute and Roger and I decided we needed to go too. When we were done, we continued to hold our cocks until they started to get hard. There was no modesty between us any more and we all three knew what we were there for so we figured why waste any time?
"What you guys want to do...jack off or suck?"
"I don't care, whatever you guys want to do," I said shrugging.
"Suck," Roger said lustily, "I need a cock sucker," he giggled.
"I guess that's me," I said looking at Johnny and frowning as if that bothered me, but it didn't.
"Let's try something new," Johnny said looking thoughtful.
"Like what?" Roger asked before I could.
"Like we flip a coin or something to see who does what?"
"Okay," I said fishing out a quarter, "so now what?"
"Okay, flip the coin....heads or tails?"
I chose tails...it was heads.
"Okay so you loose, so that means you gotta do something to one of us. Now give the coin to Roger. Roger..flip it..heads or tails?"
Roger chose heads. It was tails.
"Okay, Roger you lose and I win so Robert has to suck me."
"Okaaay...then what?
"Then we do it all over again. Starting with me."
Johnny took off his shirt and spread it on a bail of hay and jerked down his shorts and sat down with his legs wide open and his cock waving at me like a flag. I fell to my knees as naturally as if I'd been doing that stuff all my life. I wonder now looking back on those days if there really are natural born cock suckers. If so I surely must've been one.
Johnny's cock was sweaty and the smell of his cock cheese was strong, but I didn't mind. I loved it. Usually I would have taken my time and worked Johnny's cock and balls over pretty good, but that day I was in a hurry to get him off. It was hot in there and I was sweating like crazy and well...I wanted to get off myself and I wasn't sure if I'd be next or Roger would.
I licked Johnny's cock all over first then jacked it a little just to get him going then I put my mouth on it and played with his balls as I sucked him for all I was worth. It couldn't have taken more than ten or twelve times going up an down on him before he grunted and grabbed my head and shoved his cock all the way down my throat. I gagged and choked but I managed to swallow all of his come down without dying. It was thick and strong and he came really hard, maybe harder than usual, but when it was over he pulled me up and with Roger right there watching he kissed me.
I was so shocked I almost fainted, but then I began to kiss him back and when we finally broke it off to get some air, I looked up and there was Roger standing there with his mouth open and his eyes as big as saucers.
"Oh my God, when did you guys start doing that?"
We just sort of shrugged and Roger didn't push it. I guess we both knew he's be cool about it, but we didn't see any need to explain and he seemed okay with that.
I flipped the coin next and won the toss so I was next to get sucked. All I had to do was wait for them to flip and see who was going to do it.
I lucked out, it was Johnny and I planned on ramming my cock down his throat like he'd done me, only my cock wasn't as big and it probably wasn't that big a deal for him. Johnny did a good job on my cock though and when I came I did shove my cock in deep, but I didn't come all that much and he didn't have any trouble keeping up. When I was done coming I pulled up my shorts and now it was time to see which of us sucked Roger.
Johnny made the toss and called heads. It was tails.
"Ha, you gotta suck Roger now," I laughed, but really I was sort of disappointed.
"I'll share," Johnny joked, "I'll start and you can finish."
I shrugged, "I don't care, let's just hurry my nuts are sweating off."
So Roger got two hot wet 11 year old mouths on his pecker that day and he must've liked it a lot cause he was moaning and shaking and he came really hard and made a lot of sperm. I took the whole load in my mouth, but Johnny cleaned him up with his mouth.
Now that we'd all got off we were ready to get out of that hot barn and into the warm but fresh air. We pushed through the door and found some shade to sit in so we could cool off a little. We talked about the fourth some more and what fun we were going to have then Roger told us his latest new from home.
"My dad and my mom got into a big fight last night and...well....they hit each other," he said looking small and frightened.
"Wow, did they punch each other or what?" Johnny wanted to know.
"No...but my mom slapped my dad and he shoved her and she fell down. It was....bad. I couldn't stand it...I had to get away so I went outside and stayed till my mom came to get me. She said my dad was gone and that I could come in now. Man, I hate this shit."
"I'm sorry man," I said putting my arm around him, "that sucks so bad."
"Yeah, my folks yell sometimes, but they never hit each other," Johnny added.
"I'm pretty sure they're gonna get a divorce. If they do I want to stay with my mom."
"Moms usually get the kids...right?"
"Yeah, I guess," he sighed, "my dad used to be okay, but lately it's like I don't know him anymore."
"Maybe things will get better, maybe they'll work it out or something," Johnny suggested.
"I hope so, but I'll be glad to get away for the weekend."
"Yeah, forget them, just think about the fun we're gonna have."
After a while we walked back to my house and mom gave us a glass of iced tea and we sat out back under the treehouse and drank it. It was Johnny who suggested we play marbles and Roger seemed to come alive at the mention of it.
I ran in and grabbed my marble jar and we split up the marbles and played poison for a while using the holes we'd made and re-made a dozen times over the years. I had a nice marble collection with cat eyes, oxbloods, lutz, and onion skins and of course some steelies and I was always adding new ones anytime I saw some good ones at the store. Of course me and my buddies also traded marbles when we got together and every kid I knew had a bag full.
The afternoon passed quickly and eventually Roger and Johnny left and I was left alone with my thoughts. I realized how lucky I was to have folks that got along and never fought and I vowed to try to be a better son to them. Not that I was a bad kid, but I felt like I was taking them for granted or something and needed to do more for them.
When dad came home I followed him inside and asked him how his day was.
"Good, not perfect, but good, but now I'm home and none of that matters. What's more important is...how was your day?"
"Great!" I said grinning and then I drug him to my room to show him the fireworks we'd bought.
"Oh goodness, that's a lot of stuff. Maybe we should store it in the shed till the fourth. One spark and the house would go up like a roman candle," he chuckled.
"Okay, but....we should lock it up so nobody can steal em."
"Sure, well...let's see what all you've got in there."
We resorted the fireworks by type, roman candles and fountains in one bag, and firecrackers and cherry bombs in one, and stuff like satellites and bottle rockets in another. Snakes and sparklers and punks and stuff went in the last bag and then we toted them to the shed and locked them up for safe keeping till Friday.
Mom fixed spaghetti that night and afterwards dad drove us to the DQ and we had dip cones for dessert. I loved going places with my folks back then, especially when food was involved and we always had a good time laughing and talking about things. My dad had a wonderful sense of humor and could find something funny in almost every situation, but he had a serious side too and a heart of gold and that summer I realized just how special he was.
After we ate our ice cream dad drove us up Mill to Fleming Chevrolet and parked in the lot out front.
"What are we doing?" I said looking around at all the new cars.
"Just browsing," Dad said opening his door, "come on boy let's check out the new cars."
I piled out of the car as fast I could and ran over to where dad stood and to my surprise mom joined us after a few minutes. I loved cars, trucks, anything with wheels, what boy didn't? and the sight of all those cars practically made my head spin.
"That's a pretty one," mom said looking at 64 Impala. It was light blue with matching upholstery and sporty looking wheels with white walled tires.
"But it's only two doors," dad said frowning.
"Well, what about that one," mom said pointing at a green one.
"Yeah, that's better, but the color....is well...so green," dad laughed.
"Are we gonna get a new car?" I asked excitedly.
"Well, we're thinking about it son," Dad said leading us further up the line of cars, "your mother needs a car of her own and the Ford is still in good shape...."
"Are you serious?" I said dancing around excitedly. None of my friends folks had a new car and I couldn't believe I might be the first.
"We'll see. It depends on whether we can get the payment where we need it to be."
We finally found a blue 4 door Impala that dad liked and he wrote down the sticker price, 2779.00 which to me sounded like all the money in the world. He checked the list of accessories and made a hmmm sound each time he checked one off with his finger.
"I like this one," mom said more concerned with the color than the specifics, "is it an automatic?"
"Yes dear, and...it even has air conditioning."
"Air conditioning!" I said pulling at my hair like I was mad, "Air conditioning...no way!"
My dad laughed, "Calm down son, we haven't bought it yet, but I think this is the one I want...if we can afford it."
We looked at a few other cars, but we kept coming back to that one over and over and by the time we left the lot that night I was in love with that light blue 4 door Chevrolet Impala and I just knew if we didn't get it I'd die. As soon as we got home I went straight to my room and grabbed a model I had of a 63 Impala and ran back to the living room.
"Look, I already have a model of it," I laughed, "we just have to get it now."
My mom looked at dad and shook her head, "I told you we shouldn't tell him yet. Now he won't sleep at night."
"Nothing wrong with being excited kiddo, but try not to be too disappointed if it doesn't work out."
"You said we could get it if the payment is right...so....can't you figure it out from the price?"
"Well, there's more to it than that. First of all you never pay sticker price and second there's the down payment, and third there's the interest rate and the length of the loan. So, we'll just have to wait till next week when we can go down there and let them work the deal."
"But if we can't get that one...will be get another one...a cheaper one or a Ford or something?"
Dad laughed, "We'll see. We may have to buy a used one, but hopefully we'll have two cars before school starts again."
I went to sleep that night dreaming of shiny new Chevies and woke up feeling just as excited as I had the night before. I couldn't wait to tell Johnny and Roger, but I didn't want it to sound like I was bragging or rubbing it in. I'd have to wait till just the right time and I began to form a plan in my mind.
After breakfast I had to mow Ricky's grandma's lawn and after I gassed up the mower I walked down to her house and knocked on the door.
"Oh hello Robert are you here to mow my lawn?"
"Yes ma'am. Anything else you need down today?"
"There's some dead limbs out by the back fence, if you could pile them out front so the trash men could pick them up I'll give you fifty cents more."
"Oh, no extra charge," I said grinning. After all he was Ricky's grandma and I wanted to do nice things for her.
"You're such a dear. Have you heard from Ricky?"
"Yes ma'am I wrote him back but I haven't got a letter back yet. He's gonna send me some pictures of the places he's been."
We talked for a few more minutes then she went inside and I started cutting the grass. I remembered the last time when Ricky was there and how he'd held the flowers up to make it easier for me to mow. I'd only known him that one short week, but I missed him like I'd known him forever. The letters would help, but I couldn't wait for Thanksgiving to see him again.
The lawn took me about an hour to mow and the limbs another fifteen minutes to move and when I went in to collect she had cookies and lemonade for me. I sat at her polished wooden table with it's hand knitted place mats and drank my lemonade and ate my cookies while she told me about her son Richard (Ricky's dad) and how much Ricky looked like him when he was that age. She was a nice old lady and I didn't mind spending a little time with her. I knew she had to get lonely with her kids so far away and she spent a lot of her time reading murder mysteries and watching TV.
When I left that day she thanked me and told me what a nice boy I was and I was smiling as I headed home. Mom was relaxing for a change and when I came in she looked up from the soap opera she'd been watching and asked me if I had any plans for the day?
"Nope, can I go to Johnny's?"
"Sure, just be home by 5, and wash up a little and change your dirty clothes. You smell like a dirty pup."
I left her to her soap and headed to my room. I grabbed some clean clothes and took a quick shower mostly to wash the grass and sweat off me. Grass made me itch and though I didn't care if I stunk or not, the thought of itching all day didn't sound that great.
I grabbed my bike and rode like the wind to Johnny's house and as I passed my friends Chrissy and Evelyn's house they were out front and they yelled for me to come over. Chrissy and Evelyn were the only two girls I'd ever been friends with. Evelyn was my age and we'd become friends in school and through her I'd met her step sister Chrissy who was two years older and the boss of the two. Chrissy was always getting us into some kind of fun and often trouble, but that summer we hadn't hung out like we usually did.
"Where have you been?" Chrissy wanted to know, so I spent the next few minutes filling them in on my summer so far, omitting of course all the sexy stuff.
"You and Johnny should come over and play," Evelyn said looking at Chrissy for her approval.
"I'll ask him," I said unsure how he'd feel about it.
"Okay, our grandparents are gone," Chrissy said grinning. For reasons I didn't quite understand the girls lived with their grandparents even though they had a mother somewhere who often visited.
I rode to Johnny's and found him out back playing with Ronnie. As usual Ronnie ran up to me and gave me a little hug which I thought was kind of neat. I was starting to like that little kid and it wasn't just because I felt sorry for him.
"Hi Robert, member me?"
"Hi Ronnie. Hey Johnny. What you guys up to?"
"Just hanging out. We were thinking about playing in the hose, wanna?"
"I rode by Chrissy and Evelyn's and they wanted to know if we could come over and play?"
Johnny shrugged, "Okay, can Ronnie come too?"
"I don't see why not if his mom don't care."
"His mom is gone and we're watching him. My mom said I should let him hang out with me."
"Okay, want to go to our friends' house with us?"
"Yeah! Are they girls or boys?"
"Girls," Johnny laughed, "Do you like girls?" he said tickling Ronnie.
"Yeah, they're pretty," Ronnie giggled, "and I'd like to kiss one."
I laughed then too and after Johnny told his mom where we were going we walked down to the girls' house. They knew Ronnie from the neighborhood and from school and they didn't mind at all that he'd joined us. We played Cootie and Mr. Potato Head, and finally dragged out the hose and had a blast getting wet.
I noticed Johnny seemed to be paying Chrissy a lot of attention, hosing her down and grabbing her every chance he got and I wondered if he liked her. I mean I sort of knew that he liked girls and that he talked about doing stuff with them all the time, but I guess I thought after we'd said we loved each other that things were different. I felt sort of jealous and I guess I wanted to get even so I started playing around with Evelyn to see if he noticed.
I guess Ronnie sort of felt left out and after a while he sad down on the patio and just watched us. I felt bad for him and I ran over and grabbed him and carried him back and he was giggling like a little kid and everything was okay again. Johnny and Chrissy seemed to break it off after that and we went back to just playing around like we had when we started.
Around three the grandparents came home and we hung around a little while then walked back to Johnny's. We sat out back in the sun to dry off and Ronnie kept leaning into us like he was a cat or something. Johnny kept tickling him and once or twice I swear he grabbed his weenie causing the kid to squeal.
I wondered if Johnny had been messing with Ronnie again and I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I mean it was one thing to mess with Roger cause he was our friend, but this was different in my mind. Ronnie's mom came for him a little while later and he whined a little but finally followed her home.
"He's a funny kid," Johnny said as we watched his little butt in his wet shorts as he bounced off.
"I like him. You two hang out a lot now?"
"Not a lot, sometimes. I fell sorry for him and when I'm bored he's always ready to play."
"Yeah. What do you guys do?" I asked suggestively.
"Just hang out. That's all."
"Hmmm....you were grabbing his wiener," I said smiling nervously.
"Yeah, he likes that, but we don't do anything if that's what you mean."
"No, I didn't mean anything. Boy, you and Chrissy sure were having fun."
"So were you and Evelyn. Girls are fun too," he said studying his bare feet.
My eyes were drawn to them then and for some reason my dick jumped in my shorts. They were dusty, but not dirty and I noticed a blade of grass on top of one of them. His toes were long and his toenails looked jagged as if they'd been ripped off instead of cut. They were cute though and I wouldn't have minded touching them, but I didn't want him to think I was weird.
"I know. You wanna kiss her?"
He shrugged, "I wouldn't mind. Would you kiss Evelyn?"
"Sure...I guess...she's pretty and nice." She was soft looking and always smelled nice and at one time I had thought we might be more than just friends, but that was before I discovered I liked boys better.
"No harm trying both...right?"
"No, I guess not....but what about...about what we said....that we loved each other and all?" I said unable to look him in the eye at that moment.
"Nothin changed as far as I'm concerned, but doesn't mean we can't like someone else too...right?"
I shrugged, "I gotta get home," I said standing up suddenly. I had to get away and think about things.
"Do you have to?" He said following me to the gate, "I was hoping we could....go over to the park or something."
"I can't. I have to be home by 5."
"Maybe I could come home with you and stay till dark...."
"Not today, okay?"
He shrugged, "You're mad at me aren't you?" he said sighing.
"No," I wasn't mad, just confused, "I'm not mad. I just gotta get home, that's all."
We were 11 and neither of us had the maturity or knew the words to express how we felt so Johnny just stood there as I walked away and never said a word. I wanted to run back and talk things out but I was too afraid of what might happen if I did. Instead I grabbed my bike and rode slowly to my house as tears stung my eyes.
I didn't see Johnny or Roger the rest of the week mostly because I didn't feel like seeing anyone after what happened with Johnny. I knew it was stupid and like something a girl would pull, but I couldn't help how I felt. I thought Johnny and I had something special, but maybe it didn't mean as much to him as it did to me. Maybe it was just practicing after all. If that was all it was then why did he say he loved me?
I moped around the house the rest of the week but by Friday the excitement of the weekend pulled me out of my funk. I helped dad load the car and we picked Roger up first. His dad was gone, but his mother walked him to the car and she seemed fine. I wondered if Roger was exaggerating or if things had gotten better but I wasn't going to let it ruin my weekend.
When we picked Johnny up I scooted over into the middle and let him sit by the window. I gave him my best smile but he still looked nervous.
"Hey."
"Hey guys. I can't wait to get to the lake."
"Yeah, it's gonna be great," Roger said leaning over me to look at Johnny.
"Yeah," I said cheerfully to let Johnny know I wasn't still sore at him, "This will be almost as good as the campout...maybe even better."
"Better I bet, thanks for inviting us." Johnny said touching my leg gently. It was like he was saying he was sorry or something the way he was looking at me and touching my leg.
"Thanks Mr. and Mrs. Warren," Roger said leaning against the front seat.
"Yeah, thanks," Johnny added.
"You're welcome boys. Just don't blow anything up or drown and I'll be happy," my dad chuckled.
"Oh hush David, don't remind me of how dangerous things can get," my mom laughed, "and boys...you're welcome."
We talked quietly between us for a while then we turned our attention to the scenery and clammed up for a while. I'd been to the lake before, but this was something completely new and that I would be sharing it with my two best buds made it even better. I wasn't mad a Johnny anymore or upset or whatever and I wanted to just put all that stuff behind us and go back to things the way they were. I decided I was being silly and I was a little embarrassed by the way I'd acted. I couldn't wait to get Johnny alone and apologize.
"Look, there's a jack ass out there," Johnny said pointing out the window....then he blushed. "I mean a donkey."
"Nope, that's definitely a jack ass," my dad said grinning and we all laughed, "trust me I know one when I see one."
My mom didn't say a word, but I could see she was grinning too.
The lake was only about 12 miles from our house and the road to the lake house was on this side of the lake. I'd been down this road a few times on the way to the damn, but about half way we turned off to the left down a gravel road that veered through the woods and eventually we turned onto another road that sloped down to the lake.
This road was paved and more like a driveway I guess and eventually it led right up to the lake house. My mouth fell open and I looked at Johnny and Roger who had huge smiles on their faces.
"Wow, look at this place. Are you sure this is it dad?"
"Yep, Mr. Rogers showed me a picture of it and this is the place all right. I have to admit though...even after seeing the picture I'm still surprised at how big it is. Well, come on let's stop gawking and go check it out."
We piled out and headed toward the house. We had to cross a small bridge that spanned an inlet full of water and led up to a wide wooden front porch. The front door was huge, maybe 8 feet tall and painted red and there was a fancy brass knocker on it.
Dad fished a key out of his pocket and stuck it in the lock and opened the door and we followed him and mom inside. The door led into a front foyer with a staircase to the left and to the right was a huge open area with a living area, dining area complete with a breakfast bar and a kitchen.
The whole wall behind the living area was glass doors and windows and we rushed over there to stare out at the scenery. Opening one of the sliding glass doors we stepped out onto a wide wooden deck with railing. In the middle of the deck a short stairway dropped down to a wooden walkway that went all the way to the lake and beyond that was the boathouse floating on the edge of the water.
There was a grassy area on either side of the walkway and lots of trees and there was a path running along the edge of the lake and disappearing off into the trees on either side. It was like a dream come true.
"Can we go down to the lake dad?"
"Later, but first let's check out the rest of the place and get unpacked. Your mother and I are going into Salina and do some grocery shopping after we get unpacked. We decided it was silly to pack food when we could buy it locally."
Salina was a little town just across the lake and they had a fairly big supermarket there and a few fast food places, bars and such, but not much else. It was basically a tourist town for people coming to the lake.
Next we checked out the downstairs bedroom and bath. The bedroom was huge with a big bed that set so high off the floor there was actually a little stool on either side for climbing into it. The floors in every room were wood but there were area rugs here and there and in this bedroom it was one of those Oriental ones and it was really pretty.
The dressers and tables matched the wooden headboard and there was even a little couch in front of a sliding glass door that led out onto the deck. The bathroom was awesome too, with a separate shower and all the fixtures were blue and there were matching rugs and towels and stuff.
"Can we see our room now?" I said wondering if the upstairs was as nice as the downstairs.
"Go ahead boys, we're going to go start unloading the car. When you're done come help us."
We bounced back to the front door and up the stairs and pushed through the door to the upstairs bedroom. It wasn't as big as the one downstairs, but it was plenty big enough for us. There wasn't a couch but there were two chairs in front of the sliding glass doors that led out onto a small balcony overlooking the deck below.
The view was amazing from the upstairs balcony and it even had it's own set of stairs leading down to the deck below. We stood out there a long time pointing to the sailboats on the lake and fast motorboats, some pulling skiers. Eventually we went back in to check out the bathroom, but it wasn't quite as fancy as the one downstairs. There was no bathtub, but the tiled in shower was big enough for all three of us and then some. The fixtures were white and the rugs were light yellow. Not my favorite color, but it was clean and new looking and it was all ours for the next two days.
We finally ran downstairs and started helping my folks unload the car and once we had everything in dad pulled us boys aside to talk to us.
"I'm going to let you boys stay here on one condition, you don't go near the lake. I don't want to have to worry about one of you drowning while we're buying hamburger meat and hot dogs in town. Got that? Can you boys do that?"
"Yes sir," I said for all of us, "we can do that...right guys?"
Roger and Johnny both assured him that we could and we walked him to the car where mom was waiting.
"You boys be good and don't burn the place down," dad laughed.
"No fires..." mom said sternly. "We'll be back in an hour or so. Instead of cooking we're going by the Dairy Delight and getting dinner. Do you boys want hamburgers or hot dogs?"
"Hamburgers!" we all three said loudly then laughed.
"And fries," I added.
We waved as they drove off and as soon as they were out of sight we went inside and then out to the deck. Leaning over the railing we stared out at the lake and talked about how much fun we were going to have.
"Hey, let's go up to our room and check things out some more," Johnny suggested.
We bounced up the stairs and Johnny headed straight toward the bed and jumped in the middle of it. It wasn't as tall as the one downstairs but it looked soft and about the same size. I figured all three of us could easily fit in it especially since we didn't mind touching each other in places and I figured there'd be a lot of touching once the lights went out.
Johnny patted the bed beside him and crooked a finger at me and I fell down beside him causing him to bounce around a little. Roger headed toward the bathroom and I heard piss hitting the toilet water. I rolled onto my side and looked at Johnny and smiled.
"You okay now?" he asked softly.
"Great. I'm sorry if I was a jerk the other day."
"You weren't and I'm sorry too. Can we just forget about it?"
"Yeah, it never happened," I said grinning.
"Good cause we are gonna have so much fun tonight," Johnny said placing his hand on my leg and rubbing it gently.
My pecker responded immediately and Johnny giggled when he saw the tent erecting in my shorts. He continued to rub my leg in lazy circles getting closer and closer to my crotch by the second.
"What are you doing?" I said breathlessly.
"Nothing...." he giggled as he reached over an grabbed my hardon.
"Awwww...." I squealed just as Roger came out of the bathroom, took one look at us, and dive bombed us both grabbing Johnny's pecker in the process.
We rolled around giggling and playing grab ass for a long time till we were all three sweaty and out of breath. Eventually we settled down and just laid there panting in a pile of legs and arms as we cooled off.
"Are we all three gonna sleep in the bed?" Roger asked looking shy all of a sudden.
"Yeah, it'll be fun," Johnny said speaking for both of us, "right Robert?"
"Yeah, we'll fit and we can even sleep nekkid if we want," I said raising my eyebrows comically like my dad taught me.
Roger giggled, "Yeah, and suck weenies and stuff."
"Of course, it's all part of the fun...right Johnny?"
"Boys! We're back, a little help please!" we heard my dad yell from below and we scrambled up and down the stairs to help unload the car.
There were four big sacks of groceries , six packs of pop and a bag of ice and mom was carrying two white sacks with our dinner in them. The succulent smell of onions and hamburgers filled our nostrils and we hurried inside to unload the groceries so we could tear into the food.
We ate on a little round table beneath an umbrella on the deck and I swear those were the best tasting hamburgers and fries I'd ever eaten. We laughed and joked around the whole time and when we were done we cleaned up the mess and convinced dad to go with us down to the lake to look around before it got too dark.
Mom stayed in the cabin rearranging things in the kitchen but she joined us later as we were checking out the boat dock and the boat. I didn't know much about boats, but in my eyes that boat was about the coolest thing I had ever seen. It was white with blue stripes and trim and not one but two motors in the back. There were two seats up front and a bench seat at the back with a chrome rail around it.
"Daaaad...you gotta take us out in it before the weekend is over," I said dancing around like a little kid at Christmas.
"We'll see. It is rather tempting. I've never had the desire to own a boat, but I must admit this is one is a beaut."
"Can we at least get on board?"
"I don't see why not, just be careful and don't fall overboard."
We climbed up the chrome ladder on the side and I headed straight for the driver's seat and started turning the wheel and making motor boat noises. Johnny stood behind me and waited his turn and when I gave the seat up and he slid in I went to the back and sat with Roger. We leaned back against the cushioned seat then after a while we got up on our knees facing backwards and checked out the motors.
Dad eventually climbed on board and Johnny joined me and Roger and my dad took the driver's seat.
"Looking good dear," mom chuckled, "I could definitely see you driving that out on the lake."
"Well...it does feel good sitting here. I guess we could give it a try tomorrow, but only if you'll come along and be my co-pilot."
"Can I sit on your lap?" mom teased and us boys cracked up laughing.
"We might wreck if you did," dad teased back.
"Oooooo......." all three of us said at once.
"David, you're embarrassing me," mom said, but I don't think she was that embarrassed. I was seeing a whole new side of my parents.
Eventually we locked up the boat dock and went back to the cabin, but us boys stayed outside on the deck and waited for darkness to fall.
"Can we shoot off some fireworks tonight?" Johnny wanted to know.
"We can ask my folks, but I think they'll say yes."
"Cool, let's go ask em"
We found my mom and dad sitting on the couch in the living room drinking something orange from short thick glasses and watching TV.
"Hey, mom and dad can we shoot off some of the fireworks tonight?"
"They're yours, I don't see why not, but make sure you don't set anything on fire. It's best if you keep them on the rocky shore by the lake and shoot them toward the water." My dad said.
"We will, do you wanna watch us?"
"We might wander out in a bit. Don't shoot them all though I want us to have sometime to shoot tomorrow night. Oh, and just so you know, the city has a big fireworks show every 4th and they shoot them over the lake so we'll have an excellent view from the deck."
"Cool, I forgot about that," I said excitedly. We'd gone to see the show a few times over the last few years and dad was right it was big. They shot the stuff off from just below the bridge and it went out over the lake and reflected in the water making it look even more colorful.
"Yeah, it's cool guys. Have you ever been Johnny?"
"Once, but I don't remember much about it."
We went up to our room and dug out a few bundles of bottle rockets, some Roman candles, fountains and even some sparklers and threw them in one of the grocery sacks we'd emptied earlier. Since punks weren't very good for lighting bigger stuff we'd brought matches to use and Roger carried those.
By the time we got to the water's edge mom and dad were sitting on the deck still sipping their drinks (which I learned later were alcoholic) and watching us closely. I knew they were as interested in keeping us safe as they were enjoying the fireworks but I didn't mind, it was actually kind of nice to know they cared that much.
We started with the bottle rockets but since we hadn't thought to bring a bottle we wound up placing the stick part between rocks on the shore and aiming them out over the lake. Johnny lit the first one and it took off fast soaring upward and then arching down toward the water leaving a trail of fire and smoke then hitting the water with a sizzling sound.
We shot off a few more bottle rockets then decided to shoot some Roman candles and we dug a hole in the dirt by the water's edge and lit the first one. It fell over halfway through and shot balls toward us and we ran giggling and screaming and I could hear my dad laughing up on the deck.
We shot off most of the stuff we brought down but pretty soon the mosquitoes were swarming us and we decided to save the rest and go in before we got eaten alive. It was still muggy out and the cabin was air conditioned which would be a novelty for us. Never had I slept in an air conditioned place and I was pretty sure Johnny and Roger hadn't either.
As soon as we got inside we went straight to the kitchen to get a drink and see what we could find to snack on. There were cookies but we really didn't want anything sweet. Mom suggested popcorn and that sounded good so she popped a big batch. Back then we didn't have microwaves and popcorn was cooked on the top of the stove in a pan with butter or oil to keep it from burning.
Mom poured the popcorn into two bowls, one big one and one smaller one and handed us the bigger one. Dad was busy fixing them another drink while she popped the popcorn and that's when I found out what they were drinking.
"Ewww...what is that stuff?" I asked watching my dad pour some clear stuff out of a strange looking bottle with blue writing on it.
"Well son..don't tell anyone, but it's Vodka and mixed with orange juice it's called a screwdriver."
"It's booze," Johnny said grinning, "my folks drink that stuff sometimes. I had a taste once, it's nasty."
My dad laughed, "Yeah, it only tastes good when you're 21 and older."
"Huh uh," Roger laughed, "you're just saying that so we won't want to try it."
"It's not good for children," my mother said looking and sounding pretty relaxed, "but it's great for adults."
"Can I just have a sip?" I asked looking hopeful.
"One sip," my dad said offering me his glass. I expected my mom to jump in and stop him, but instead she just gave him an amused look.
I took the glass from my dad and sniffed it. Apparently my dad liked his drinks strong cause it smelled kind of bad, but no way was I going to pass up a chance to try something this adult. I put the glass to my lips and let the strong liquid sort of run over my lips and tongue. It was nothing like I had thought it was be. I could barely taste the orange juice and the Vodka tasted awful to my 11 year old pallet. I probably didn't get more than a drop of two but that was enough.
I handed it back to my dad and smacked my lips as if it was the best thing ever, "Mmmm...good."
My mom and dad cracked up laughing and I blushed bright red.
"You looked like you were biting into a turd," my dad roared and my mom laughed so hard she got a stitch in her side.
Later as we sat watching TV and eating our popcorn, us boys sipping sodas and my folks drinking screwdrivers, we talked about our plans for tomorrow when the commercials were on. It was decided that we'd have breakfast inside then take the boat out and cook out on the outdoor grill for supper. Mom and dad had bought steaks and mom said she'd bake some potatoes and fix a big salad and for dessert we had a big watermelon cooling in the refrigerator.
I wasn't surprised that dad had given in so easily about taking the boat out, cause once I saw him behind the wheel I knew he was in love with that boat. We finished the popcorn and around nine mom and dad said they were going to turn in and sleep off their booze. Until that night I had never seen my folks drink so much as a beer and I didn't know what to think about it, but in a way I guess I just thought it was a grownup thing and I put it aside to think about later. After all there was too much fun ahead to worry about something that I didn't understand.
"You boys can stay up as long as you like, just keep the noise down to a roar and....take a shower before you go to bed. I don't want you leaving mud streaks on the sheets."
"Or skid marks," my dad laughed and my mom grabbed his arm and led him off upstairs.
When they were gone Johnny hit me on the arm and laughed, "Your folks are drunk. They're funny when they're drunk."
"Yeah, my folks get mean when they're drunk," Roger said looking sad again.
"I never seen em drink before tonight. I think maybe this was the first time."
"No way, they probably only do it on special occasions and this is sort of a special occasion...almost like a vacation."
"Yeah, I guess. You guys wanna go upstairs or watch some more TV?"
"Go upstairs."
"And take a shower," Roger said grinning, "together."
"Come on queer bait," Johnny laughed, "let's drag Robert into the shower and attack him."
"Shhh...shut up you guys," I warned, "don't talk about that stuff when we're not in private."
"Oh sorry," Johnny whispered, "come on....we'll be quiet as we rape you," he giggled.
As soon as we hit the room and the door was closed behind us we started taking off our clothes. Leaving a trail of socks and shoes and undies and shorts and tee shirts we wound up in the bathroom. We all three needed to pee and while Johnny and Roger took their turn I fiddled with the shower and got it going. It had two nozzles, one at each end and was big enough for two adults so there was plenty of room for us three boys.
While I peed Roger and Johnny stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed and I heard them giggling. I considered flushing the toilet just for meanness but instead I put the lid down so we wouldn't have to smell the piss. As I pulled back the curtain I got quite a surprise. Johnny and Roger were holding each other's hard peckers and giggling like two little kids.
My pecker jumped at the sight and before long I was as hard as they were. Johnny reached over with his free hand and grabbed me and pulled me closer and kissed me roughly on the mouth as Roger watched with excitement.
"You guys in love or something?" Roger asked grinning.
We shrugged again, a favorite way of answering, and Roger just smiled. "You guys butt fucking yet?"
"What?" I asked in horror, "No way. He's split me open with that big ole pecker of his."
"Naw, not if you use some Vaseline or something to make it slick," Roger said sounding as if he knew a lot about the subject. I wondered if he'd done that stuff before, or is he just knew someone who did or at least talked about it.
"Isn't it dirty?" Johnny asked sounding a little excited.
Roger shrugged, "Well...there is poop in there, but if you take a dump first and wash your butt...it's not too messy."
It still sounded nasty to me and I as pretty sure I wasn't ready for anything that serious yet. I managed to change the subject and we stopped fooling around long enough to get washed up. Johnny insisted on washing my back for me and I thought that was nice, but when his hands moved down to my butt and he was soaping up my crack I got a little nervous. What if he decided he wanted to put that big ole pecker of his in my butthole? I couldn't scream for help and I was sure Roger wouldn't try to stop him.
But all Johnny did was wash me really good back there and once I realized he wasn't going to rape my butthole I relaxed and actually enjoyed it. His hands felt good on my butt and when his finger slipped across my b-hole it actually sent tingles through my body and made my pecker jump. I knew that pooping sort of caused a good feeling but I'd never thought much about my b-hole before then. After that night I tried touching it a few times and eventually even slipped a wet finger into it and was amazed at how good it felt. I wasn't ready for anything as big as Johnny's pecker in there yet, but I was working on it...slowly.
"Now do me," Johnny growled lowly and we swapped places and I washed his back and when it was time to wash his butt he bent over a little to give me better access and I nervously let my hand roam down there. His butt was a thing of beauty back then and even at 11 I knew it. It was perky but firm and so perfect without so much as a freckle on it.
When it came time to wash his crack I was a little nervous, but when he reached back and spread his butt cheeks for me I let my trembling hand wander down there and when my finger brushed his b-hole he sort of moaned and shook a little. I liked the effect I was having on him and I spent quite some time washing his crack and letting my finger brush his hole. It felt hot and wet and sort of squishy and my pecker was so hard it hurt just from touching him.
"Fuck him Robert," Roger said softly from behind me. I turned my head to see him rubbing his pecker with a glazed look on his face.
"Huh uh," Johnny said suddenly snapping out of his trance and straightening up, "aint no one putting their pecker in my butthole."
Well that jogged us all out of our sexual fog and it was like we were suddenly embarrassed and anxious to get out of there. We finished showering without talking much and then stepped out and dried off, each one of us lost in our own thoughts.
We slipped on our undies and Johnny and Roger sat down on the bed but I walked over to the sliding glass door and slid it open and slipped outside. As I was standing on the deck Johnny came out and put his arm around my shoulder.
"Hey, you okay?"
"Fine," I said suddenly realizing we were outside wearing nothing but our underwear. But face it there was no one within miles of us and even the lake was empty this time of night. The air felt good on my almost naked body and I felt freer than I ever had and a bit naughty.
"Okay, good. Roger's a jerk sometimes."
I nodded, even though I didn't think Roger had really done anything wrong. In fact if it hadn't been for Roger we probably wouldn't have done anything sexual at all that summer.
"Feels good out here, don't it?"
"Yeah, I wonder what it would feel like totally nekkid," I giggled.
"Let's see," Johnny said reaching down and pushing his underwear down and stepping out of them.
I was giggling so hard I didn't hear Roger slide the door open and join us and he took one look at Johnny and jerked his underwear off and was twirling them around his finger as I turned to face him.
"Well...aren't you gonna take yours off?"
I shrugged and that moment of hesitation was all they needed to get them going. Before I knew what was happening they both jumped me and I was laughing so hard I couldn't resist as they pulled my underwear down off my skinny legs and Roger added them to his finger and was now spinning both his and my underwear.
I tried to cover my privates at first, then I thought how stupid that was. We'd been naked so many times together since the summer started and now I was shy. I jerked my hands away and turned and leaned on the balcony railing as if nothing unusual had happened and Johnny and Roger moved up on either side of me.
"Wow, look at the lake. It looks so cool just laying out there in the dark. Think they're any big fish in there. I mean really big like whales and stuff?" Roger asked.
Johnny cuffed him playfully. "Whales live in the ocean dufus. Biggest thing out there is an old catfish or a gar. But those gar are scary looking fuckers."
We didn't cuss much and both Roger and I looked at Johnny and chuckled when he laid the F bomb on us.
"They have big long noses and lots of teeth. They kill other fish and if you catch one on your pole best thing to do is cut the line and let it go."
I shivered a little at the thought of those scary fish out there and wondered if I really wanted to go out on the boat tomorrow. My dad wasn't much of a fisherman and I hadn't really learned about the outdoors like Johnny had. Roger was from a bigger city originally but his dad had grown up around here and fished and hunted a lot and he had taught Roger that stuff too.
"Some of those catfish are as big as us," Roger said excitedly, "they never die, they just get bigger and meaner until someone catches em. But the older they are the smarter they are and it's hard to catch em then."
"Glad I don't fish. I'd hate to catch on of those gar things."
"Might snap your pecker off," Johnny teased.
"Ouch," I said reaching down instinctively to protect the family jewels.
"Know what would be cool?" Roger said suddenly, "Running around down by the lake naked."
"Huh, you're crazy," I said, but the idea was sort of exciting.
"Yeah, let's do it," Johnny said touching my arm gently, "Your folks are probably passed out by now and we won't even have to go through the house, we can just go down the stairs to the deck."
"Well...okay, but let's take our underwear....just in case."
"Okay, we can wear them on our head," Roger laughed, "like this," he said pulling his tighty whities onto his head and handing me mine.
I shook my head at how silly he looked, but when Johnny put his on his head I decided to wear mine that way too. So there we were three naked boys with our underwear on our head creeping down the steps to the deck and I had never felt naughtier or freer in my whole life. It was like anything could happen and we were in a world of our own.
The deck was cool to our feet and when we stepped down onto the path a toad hopped in front of us making us all jump and giggle.
"Shhhh...we don't want mom and dad to hear us."
"Damn horny toad," Johnny laughed, "probably looking for a girl frog to fuck."
"Do frogs fuck?" Roger wanted to know and that brought on more giggling.
"Everything fucks....one way or another. That's how they make babies and keep the species alive," Johnny said as if he had been studying reproduction or something. "Aint you ever seen two dogs doin it?"
"Well..yeah., but dogs are different. They got peckers and pussies...do frogs?"
Johnny shrugged, "They gotta have...right? Or else how could they make more frogs?"
We arrived at the lake shore eventually and the cool air coming off the water caused goosebumps to come up on our naked skin. It felt good though and as I breathed in the cool clean air I was glad to be alive and 11 years old and with my two best friends in the whole world. But I was especially glad Johnny was there and though I couldn't explain the feelings I had for him right then, I knew it was something special. I felt all shaky inside and almost ready to cry and I think if Roger hadn't been there I would have probably hugged him and kissed him right there by the water.
I don't know if Johnny felt the same kind of feelings, but he did move a little closer to me and suddenly his hand was fumbling for mine and we were holding hands as we gazed out on the lake. Roger stood about six feet to our right and had picked up a few rocks and was throwing them into the lake and pretending not to notice us as he held hands and occasionally give each other a shy smile.
As good as all the sex stuff had been this was the best feeling I had ever had in my young life. To be this close to someone and know they felt the same way you did was amazing.
"It's nice out here," I finally said so softly only Johnny could hear me.
"Yeah, real nice," Johnny said squeezing my hand a little tighter.
Roger was muttering something beside us and it took me a minute to figure out what he was saying. "Why don't you two just kiss and get it over with."
"Shut up Roger," Johnny growled, but he didn't sound mad.
"It's okay you two...I get it. I'm cool with it. I'm....a little jealous is all....."
"It's no big deal...." I said then regretted what I'd said as soon as the words left my lips. It was a big deal and I wanted Johnny to know that.
"Yeah, just practicing..." Johnny said softly...."for when we find a girl we wanna be with."
I felt a little hurt, but after all I'd started it. I'd said it was no big deal. Was it? Was it really just practicing for Johnny? I knew it wasn't for me...I didn't need to meet anyone else, I'd found the one I wanted to be with.
"So practice then," Roger giggled, "Maybe I can learn something by watching."
"Okay jerk," Johnny said suddenly grabbing my head and pulling me toward him and pressing his warm wet lips against mine.
My heart started beating so fast I felt faint and my knees had turned to rubber. I stumbled a little, but Johnny caught me and pulled me against him and the kiss got more intense as he offered his tongue to me. I'd heard of French kissing, but I had never thought it would be that good. I sucked on his tongue for a little while then got the idea of pushing back with my tongue and he started sucking on it and I thought I was going to come right then and there.
Our hands were all over each other and when Johnny grabbed my butt and thrust his pecker against mine I felt wetness down there and then I moaned lowly as I starting coming so hard my vision went black. Just by rubbing his pecker against mine Johnny had made us both come while we kissed.
When I opened my eyes and looked behind us Roger was standing there with his pecker in his hand and it was wet from his own cum. His eyes were huge and his mouth hung open and I could tell he was surprised but excited about what he'd just seen.
"Holy shit! Was that as good as it looked ?"
I let out a deep breath and nodded then buried my face in Johnny's neck.
"Damn right it was," Johnny giggled, "Best ever."
"Now we're all stick," I mumbled, "think it's safe to wash off in the lake?"
"Don't see why not, it's not deep near the bank and I'll save ya if you get in over your head," Johnny said proudly.
"Okay, let's do it then we should get back to our room before we get caught out here."
We waded in ankle deep surprised at how cold the water was but we were determined to see this through. By the time we were waist deep we decided that was far enough and as we reached down to wash the sticky sperm off our young bodies we heard the unmistakable sound of the sliding glass door off the deck of the cabin.
"Oh shit, they noticed we were gone," I said terrified of what would happen now.
"Maybe not..maybe they just wanted to get some fresh air. Be quiet for a minute."
"We strained our ears and listened and I thought I heard my dad's deep voice, but he didn't sound worried or mad....was he laughing?"
Then I heard my mom say, "Shhhh....David we'll wake the boys," and I relaxed a little.
They didn't know we'd snuck out and that we were naked and in the lake without their permission. The bad thing was we couldn't get back to the cabin till they were back inside and that meant staying where we were for a while.
"They don't know...." Johnny whispered, "all we gotta do is stay put till they go back inside."
"I'm freeeezing," Roger said as his teeth chattered.
"We can get out of the water, we just gotta be quiet. No splashing," Johnny said taking charge as usual.
We waded out slowly and I noticed my privates had shriveled to nothing in the cold water. We had no towels, but once out of the water we began to warm up a little and dry off naturally. I took my hands and wiped as much water off of me as possible and when I had my crotch area reasonably dry I picked up my underwear from the rock I'd tossed them on and stepped into them. It was slow going, but I finally got them pulled up over my wet legs and by the time I had them on, Roger and Johnny were doing the same thing.
We walked over to the boat dock and sat down on the wooden walkway and waited.....and waited. I had no idea what time it was but it was very dark and cooling off rapidly. We could hear an occasional soft voice coming from the deck above us and we knew my folks were still there.
We must've sat there an hour or so, though it seemed like an eternity, before we heard the sliding glass door open again then slide shut behind them. We waited a few minutes just to be sure then slowly crept up the path to the deck terrified that at any moment my folks would reappear and we'd be busted. But as luck would have it we made it to the stairs and up to the balcony without being caught.
We were giggling as we tumbled inside, hugging and patting each other playfully and feeling like we'd just gotten away with murder. Johnny pulled Roger into a headlock and gave him a noogy but Roger pulled out of it but Johnny was ready for him and spun him around and locked his arms around his waist in a bear hug.
"Awwww....your pecker is poking my butt," Roger giggled.
"Maybe I should butt fuck you," Johnny growled.
"Not without buying me dinner first," Roger giggled and that got me started laughing, but it was sort of exciting and naughty too.
"You had dinner, now bend over rover," Johnny laughed.
"Owwww...you're squeezing me too tight...I can't breath..."
"Gonna let me do it?" Johnny hissed.
Up till then I had thought it was all a big joke, but now I was beginning to wonder and the truth was I was jealous. Shouldn't it be me Johnny was trying to fuck? I mean I hadn't thought about that much and I wasn't sure I'd like it, but if Johnny loved me and we did that other stuff together wasn't it right for him to want to do my butt, and not Roger's? Was he afraid he'd hurt me or that I would be upset if he tried to talk me into that?
"Fuck Robert, he's your boyfriend...not me," Roger said gritting his teeth and finally pulling away.
I think Johnny had actually let him go because he was so shocked by his words, "Shut up. He is not. I told you it's just practicing."
I lowered my head. I couldn't look at either one of them at the moment. Instead I muttered something about having to pee and wandered off to the bathroom. I was washing my hands when Roger came in and walked over to the toilet and started pissing.
"What's with him?"
I shrugged. I didn't have to ask what he meant, I'd been asking myself the same thing for the last few days.
"You guys like each other...so big deal. I won't ever tell anyone so you don't have to worry about that."
"I know, it's just hard for him to...."
"To what?" Johnny said walking in and frowning, "you talking about me behind my back now?"
"No...nothing like that," Roger said finishing quickly and stowing his pecker back in his undies.
"Then what the hell are you talking about?"
"Nothing. Forget it man."
"Mind your own business Roger," Johnny warned, "or I'll give you a black eye."
"Johnny," I said placing my hand on his chest, "Stop being so mean. What's wrong with you anyway?"
"Nothing is wrong with me," Johnny said softly, "Why do you always think there's something wrong with what I do or say?"
I shook my head, "I like most things you do..and say," I said smiling, "but I don't like it when you get mad."
"Sorry," he muttered, "I gotta pee."
He moved to the toilet and Roger and I waited for him to get done. I guess we didn't want him to think we were gonna go talk about him some more. We brushed our teeth then, which wasn't something we always did, but for whatever reason that night we all three did it without even thinking about it. When we were done we walked out to the bedroom and Roger piled down on the bed.
"Mmmm...nice and soft. I don't know bout you guys, but I'm beat."
"Yeah, me too," Johnny said looking at me apologetically.
I smiled and climbed in the middle next to Roger and Johnny took the outside. It was cool in the room thanks to the air conditioning and we pulled the covers up over us right away. I could feel Johnny's cool skin pressing against me on one side and Roger's foot touching mine on the other. It felt good laying there with my two best friends, but I was a little worried about the way Johnny was acting.
Was he afraid of all the new feeling we were experiencing, or was it the being queer thing that bothered him? He was a rough and tumble boy, all male, and not the least bit girly, but that was what I loved about him. Maybe I wasn't as tough but I think that's what Johnny wanted from me. If there had to be roles then I guess I was the girl and he was boy in our relationship.
I turned off the bedside light and darkness descended on us. There were no outside lights and the moon was in the crescent phase and even though there were a million stars the night was still dark. I could barely make out Johnny's form beside me as I rolled onto my side and placed my arm over his chest.
I guess I was testing him to see what he'd do and when he didn't pull away or move my arm I smiled and scooted a bit closer snuggling up to his side. He sighed as I snuggled my face into his neck and I knew things were okay. I fell asleep snuggled up to his warn softness and only woke once. That time I was facing Roger and Johnny was behind me with an arm thrown over me. I was the little spoon and he was the big spoon and I smiled as I drifted off to sleep feeling warm and safe in Johnny's strong arms.
Roger was already up when my eyes drifted open the next morning. The bathroom door was closed and pretty soon I heard the toilet flush. Roger came out a few minutes later and when he saw I was awake he grinned and held his nose, "Don't go in there yet. Whew...I took a major crap in there."
"Great, I need to pee like a racehorse," I moaned.
Johnny stirred beside me and I could see from the tent in the covers that he had some major morning wood too.
"Morning," Johnny said stretching, "what's up?"
"This," I said reaching over and grabbing Johnny's hardon through the covers.
He yelped but didn't push my hand away and I continued to squeeze it for a few more minutes.
"Better quit or I'm gonna pee in my underwear...or worse."
"I gotta pee and I can't wait any longer," I said jumping up and holding my nose as I dashed toward the bathroom.
Despite his warning the smell wasn't all the bad. I'd smelled worse and I managed to get my bladder emptied before I passed out. Johnny was next and he shut the door behind him and took a dump that made Roger's smell like roses. I'd have to wait till after breakfast to take mine, cause no way was I going in there now.
Speaking of breakfast, despite being up late and having a mild hangover, my mom was already up and frying bacon and potatoes. Dad was nowhere to be seen but if I knew him like I thought I did he was probably in the bathroom.
"Well good morning boys. Did you sleep okay?"
"Yep, really good," I offered, "how bout you and dad?" I giggled.
My mom gave me a warning look but there was humor in her eyes. "Fine. We slept good. How was the lake?"
"What?" I asked getting all flustered.
"We're not blind or stupid," she chuckled, "I wanted to go down there and drag your little asses back up here, but you father convinced me it was just boys being boys and thanks to him you're not in trouble...but if anything had happened to you...."
"We're really careful," Johnny said grinning, "and I'm a good swimmer."
My dad appeared then and he gave us one look and chuckled, "Well...look what we have here....the skinny dippers."
Oh my God, my mom and dad knew we were naked on top of everything else? My eyes got big as saucers and I was ready to crawl off and die.
"Hope you didn't scare all the fish off," my dad laughed and suddenly everyone was laughing and I knew things were okay.
We had biscuits with jelly and butter, scrambled eggs, bacon and pan fried potatoes and mom had made a gallon of ice tea. We ate like little pigs and when we were finished we helped clean up without being asked. When we had the place pretty well cleaned up mom shooed us out and we decided to shoot a few firecrackers off down by the lake.
The day was clear and even though it was early it was already hot. We wore just shorts and tees, but before long we'd be shedding our shirts and going Native, as my dad called it. We wore our tennies to protect our feet but no socks because later we knew the shoes would come off too.
We shot two big packs of firecrackers off before mom and dad came wandering down the path. Dad wore jeans and a button up shirt and mom wore slacks and a pretty pink top and she was carrying a big canvas bag with colored stripes on it.
"Well, you boys ready to take the boat out?"
"Yeah!" we all three shouted. We hadn't thought it would so soon, but it made sense since we had a lot of stuff to do that day and then the fireworks when it got dark.
"I've never driven a boat like this," dad said as we climbed on board. He'd unlocked and swung back the door leading to the lake and we were all in place now, mom up by dad and us three boys in back, and we were ready to go.
Dad turned the key and the engines jumped to life almost instantly. The noise sort of startled us a little, but then we were giggling and shaking with excitement as dad pushed the throttle forward and the boat moved slowly out of the boat dock..
Dad took it slow until we reached the main part of the lake and then he sped up a bit but he still seemed unsure of himself. I was sort of glad that he'd made all of us wear life preservers, because even though we could all swim I wasn't sure any of us could swim all the way to shore if anything happened.
Dad seemed to grow more confident after a while and when he did he sped up a little more until finally we were really flying. The front of the boat raised a bit as we went faster and pushed us into our seats. Eventually we turned around and knelt on the seat staring back at the wake behind us and we caught sight of another boat approaching on the left side (I looked it up later and it's called the port side) towing a skier.
As the boat got closer we could see the person skiing was a young boy not much older than us. He was tanned and blond and wearing those crazy Hawaiian print shorts that I'd seen in the movies but never on anyone before. The boy was cute, even I could see that, and his body was muscular and pretty much perfect. I couldn't help wonder what was between his legs, how much hair he had, how much sperm he shot, how big his pecker was...stuff like that and my own pecker began to get stiff.
"Wow, he's really good," Johnny said as the kid showed off a bit by lifting one ski and shaking it at us.
And cute, I thought. I'd never known anyone who looked like that or had that kind of skill and realized just how small my world was. Why couldn't I have a friend like that or at least know someone like that? No, everyone at my school was boring just like me, and though I had good friends there I sometimes wished I could meet new ones that were more exciting.
The kid was probably from Tulsa or some other big city and they were probably rich and had a lake house here and were here just here for the 4th or something, I decided. He'd go back to his world on Monday and be with his rich friends and do stuff we'd never dreamed of.
Now that I look back on that day and how I felt I realize just how much I really had. Maybe our life wasn't as exciting as his, but it was good and I know there were kids who would have envied what we had.
The boat passed and as I watched the cute tanned boy's butt go by I thought about the butt stuff again. Was that going to be a big deal with me and Johnny? It didn't seem that interesting to me, but Johnny and Roger seemed to be obsessed with it. Was it like fucking a girl? I knew that was supposed to be the best thing ever when it came to sex and I wondered if that's what Johnny was thinking. Would he have to try fucking a girl if he couldn't fuck a boy..me for instance?
I'd sort of lost track of time and when I turned back around and sat down I saw we were headed toward the opposite shore. As we got closer I saw there was a marina there with lots of boats and a place to fill up on gas and even a restaurant.
As dad slowly glided into a berth I was proud of how much he's learned in the short time he'd been driving the boat. I guessed it was a lot like driving a car, only no wheels and well....harder I guessed, but he was smart and I believed my dad could do anything.
Dad hopped out first and tied up the boat then helped mom out and we scrambled out behind them.
"What are we doing here dad?"
"I thought we'd get a drink and maybe a map of the lake."
We voiced our approval and followed mom and dad down the plank leading to the floating restaurant. It didn't move much, but you could tell it was floating on the water and it was like being on a big boat. The place was pretty small with a few booths and a long bar with those kind of stools that are bolted to the floor. Us boys wanted to sit there, but dad insisted we sit in a booth and we three boys squeezed in on one side and the folks on the other.
A waitress came over and said hi and took our order and dad even sprang for milkshakes for us boys and him and mom had a coke. There were maps at the counter and dad grabbed one and was studying it while we had our snack.
"This is a big lake," Dad said thoughtfully, "We could drive all day and not cover all of it."
"Well....then we should just pick one direction and go that way till we run out of lake," I suggested.
"There are damns at either end, but there's another marina about ten miles up river and some sort of swimming beach. We could go there I guess."
"Yeah," I said enthusiastically, "but we don't have our swim suits.
"Oh yes we do," mom said smiling, "I packed them in my bag and your dad and I are wearing ours beneath our clothes and I even brought a couple of towels."
"Wow, your mom thinks of everything," Johnny laughed, "thanks mom," he added making dreamy eyes at my mom and causing us all to crack up.
We finished our refreshments and piled back into the boat but this time mom and dad let me sit up front and mom sat in back with my friends. I didn't know what was up but I had a pretty good idea. As soon as were out in the middle of the lake dad looked over at me and smiled.
"Want to give it a try?" dad said winking at me.
"Boy do I ever," I said so excited I almost peed myself.
Dad had me sit between his legs and he gave the wheel to me and for the next ten minutes I was captain of the boat. Well, this was too good not to share and I convinced dad to let Johnny and Roger try it too and by the time we reached the other marina we were all three experienced sailors....or whatever you call it.
The other marina was bigger and nicer and even had a place that rented and sold boats and the swimming beach was located in a cove and protected from the main lake by a buoys and ropes. They had even hauled in sand and made an actual beach and they kept it clean and well maintained.
It cost five dollars to swim there for all of us, but it was worth it. There was a little changing room for boys and one for girls and us three boys all crowded into ours and got our swimsuits on without popping a boner. Mom and dad just skinned off their clothes right there on the beach and when they were down to their swimsuits they headed toward the water.
There were probably 30 or 40 people there besides us and as we waded into the water I saw a kid standing at the water's edge and looking our way. It took me a minute to realized where I'd seen him before and then it hit me, it was the kid who'd been skiing out on the lake.
Up close and standing still he looked even cuter and as my eyes traveled down to his crotch I thought I saw a nice bulge there, but it could have just been a fold in his fancy printed trunks. He raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun and at first I thought he was waving and without thinking I waved back. I felt stupid at first and when he started coming toward me I froze in my tracks.
Johnny and Roger were already in the water and splashing each other and they didn't seem to notice I was missing for a few minutes. As the kid got closer I could see that he was even cuter than I'd imagined and a little older than I'd first thought. He was probably a teenager and probably had a girlfriend, maybe even fucked a girl, and we had nothing in common, but the look in his eyes kept me rooted to that spot.
"Hi," he said stopping within a few inches of where I stood.
"Hi. Were you out there skiing earlier?" I asked shyly.
"Yeah, I thought that was you. Where's your friends?" he said looking around.
"Out there," I said pointing and that's when Johnny and Roger noticed us for the first time.
He waved at them and I liked him even more than I had before. It was sort of like it was with Ricky and me, we hit it off right away and became friends almost instantly.
"Cool, wanna hang out?"
And that's all it took. The rest of the afternoon we hung out with Doug, our new friend, and got to know each other better. I learned that he was 13 and lived in Norman and his dad was a teacher at the college. They were actually visiting his uncle who lived on the lake and he pointed them out where they sat on beach towels under an umbrella. I also learned that his mom died when he was ten and his dad was raising him alone.
"That sucks about your mom," I said as we floated away from the other two, "I'm sorry."
He shrugged, "I miss her, but my dad is great. We do a lot of guy things now and there's no one to tell us what to do."
I smiled, "My dad runs things at our house." I told him about a few of the times he'd kept me out of trouble and Doug laughed.
"So what do you and your buddies do for fun back home?"
I gave him the non sexual version of our summer so far and he smiled, "Lucky duck...I never get to do cool stuff like camping out with my buddies. We don't even have a creek we can swim in. It's just the pool or nothing."
I felt a lot better about things then and I realized that sometimes boys were the same no mater where they lived or how rich they were.
It was mostly me and Doug that afternoon and I liked it that way, but in the back of my mind I sort of knew I should be trying to spend more time with my other friends. I didn't want this to turn into the same kind of thing that my liking Ricky had.
We finally waded onto shore and fell down in the sand near where my parents sat on the towels mom had brought. We made sand castles and wrote in the sand and Johnny and Roger finally seemed to be warming up to Doug. They talked to him like he was an old friend and he treated them the same. Doug was a cool boy and even as cute as he was he wasn't stuck up like some kids were.
I guess I was sort of crushing on him and I couldn't stop wondering about what lay between his legs or what it would be like to kiss him. I was turning into a little sex maniac ever since we'd discovered how much fun sex was.
"Let's go check out my uncle's boat," Doug suggested after a while.
We jumped up and followed Doug toward the marina and though mom and dad gave us a curious look they didn't say anything. Doug's uncle's boat was bigger than the one my dad's boss had and way cooler, with a little compartment below where there was actually a bed and a head (bathroom).
As we stood there all I could think about was Doug stretched out on that tiny little bunk naked and asleep. Then suddenly he announced that he had to pee and opened the door to the head and without closing it he pushed his trunks down and flopped out the prettiest cut pecker I'd ever seen.
We could clearly see it because he was standing sideways at the small toilet talking to us the whole time and that gave me an excuse to keep looking his way. I could see he had a nice bush of hair just about his pecker and it was a shade darker than that on his head. He had pushed his swimwear down so far that his nuts showed too and they were huge. I wondered if that meant he made a lot of sperm and I swear I licked my lips before I thought about it.
"You guys jerk yet?" he suddenly asked and I thought I'd die. Did he see me staring at his pecker.
"Jerk?" I stammered. We used that word to describe each other but I knew what he meant.
"Jack off, spank the money...you know beat your meat?"
"Yeah," Roger said grinning, "all the time and we all shoot too."
"Really? Wow, I didn't start shooting till this year."
He had finished peeing but hadn't put his pecker away yet and it was starting to get hard. My eyes never left it and if he hadn't suddenly let his trunks snap back into place I'd have stared at it the rest of the day. I was disappointed but I supposed there was no way anything was going to happen. Now that I'd seen what was in his trunks and I'd have that image to beat off to later, what more could I ask for?
"Come on let's walk around the beach to the other side and see what's over there," Doug said becoming the leader of our little group, and we followed easily. We passed my folks and I told them where we were going and got the usual "be careful" form my mother and a nod from my dad.
The beach only ran around about three quarters of the cove and beyond that there was no sand and only rocks and then the trees came right down almost to the water's edge and ran all the way up the hill. There were a few houses above on the hill overlooking the lake but no way to get to them from below.
As soon as we cleared the beach the going became a bit harder, but it was obvious we weren't the first people to ever venture this far. There was a sort of path leading into the trees and the going became easier again. With each step we took we distanced ourselves from the beach and the crowd and when I turned around at last all I could see were trees and bushes and I realized we were completely hidden now.
I guess that was Doug's whole idea in bringing us here because suddenly he stopped and leaned against a tree and looked up at the branches above us as if he was trying to figure out what to do next. When he lowered his head his eyes met mine and he smiled shyly.
"Do you guys ever do it together?"
None of us needed to ask what he meant, we knew this was just a continuation of what he'd started back on the boat.
"Yeah, we sort of learned how to do together," I admitted.
"Cool, me and my buddy Rich do it all the time. He's 12 and can't shoot yet, but it still feels good....right?"
"Right," Roger said, "so...are we gonna do it now?" Leave it to Roger to cut through all the bullshit. I mean I shouldn't have been surprised. After all he was the one who turned me and Johnny on to this stuff.
Doug laughed nervously, "I will if you guys will."
I shrugged and looked at Johnny and he just smiled. I guess if he was okay with it then it was okay to do it and I wanted to do it so much it hurt. My pecker was rock hard in my trunks and there was no way the others couldn't see it, but I supposed it didn't matter cause they were pretty hard too.
Doug was rubbing the front of his trunks now and I was shaking as I watched. Roger had already hauled his hard pecker out and was lubing it up with spit and when Doug saw that he smiled lewdly and pushed his trunks down to expose his hardon.
I stared, memorizing each line of this lower body and especially his pecker. It wasn't much bigger than mine but it was a little fatter and perfectly straight. Now that I could see his balls better I realized that not only were they huge, they hung below his pecker in the sack instead of being pulled up tight like ours were.
I was next to lower my trunks and suddenly Doug moved closer to get a better look, "You're uncut, cool. I have a friend who'd got skin like that. It looks so neat and you don't need spit or hand lotion to jerk off...do you?"
"I got skin too," Johnny said hauling out his much larger pecker.
Doug's eyes went straight to Johnny's pecker and suddenly I felt puny and a little jealous.
"Wow, oh wow...it's bigger than mine is. How old did you say you were?"
"11," Johnny said proudly.
"Wow, I bet you shoot a lot..don't ya?"
"Wanna see?"
"Yeah," Doug sort of growled.
Doug pushed his trunks down a little further and spit on his hand and started working his pretty pecker and pretty soon all three of us were stroking our hard pricks. Doug's eyes seemed to drift between my cock and Johnny's and occasionally he would glance at Roger and smile.
The air was thick with our sweaty boy bodies and our sex and the sounds of our hands smacking our hard cocks was punctuated by our raspy breathing. I don't know who started it first but one by one we began to drift toward Doug who was still standing by the tree and soon we were forming a little circle. I guess that got us to thinking about all the possibilities and suddenly Doug reached over and pushed Johnny's hand away and took over. I was on the other side of Doug and I took that to mean we should do each other and I wasted no time reaching over and taking over for Doug.
I think I moaned when I felt how hard and hot his pecker felt in my hand and then Roger reached over and took my cock into his hand at the same time Johnny took over for Roger. It would be years later that I learned what a circle jerk was but that day at the lake was only one of many I'd experience over the next few years.
I could tell by Doug's ragged breathing and the way he was thrusting into my hand that he was getting close and the thought of his hot creamy sperm erupting into my hand caused me to shake with anticipation. Then I had the craziest thought, what if I dropped to my knees and sucked him till he came and swallowed his sperm?
I shook with desire and fear. What if he didn't like that stuff? What if he thought that was too queer and he pushed me back on my ass or beat me up or ran off telling everyone that a queer tried to molest him?"
In the end desire won out over fear. If he was this comfortable with jerking off another boy, how could he not like a blow job?
I glanced at Johnny and he smiled and nodded as if he was reading my mind. I pulled free of Roger's hand and fell to my knees all in one graceful move and suddenly I was staring right at Doug's pretty cock as I continued to work it. I looked up into his eyes as I took him into my mouth and he moaned and grabbed my head and thrust three times and began filling my mouth with his hot sticky sperm.
He'd let go of Johnny's cock and Roger took over and they were left jacking each other off while I swallowed down the rest of Doug's cum. When I was sure it was all in my mouth and tummy I pulled his cock out of my mouth and licked the end clean causing him to moan again. While I was down there I decided I wanted a taste of those dangly nuts and when I went for them I thought he was going to collapse.
"Uh....oh shittttt..."
I smiled as I sucked and licked his nuts till I finally came back down to earth. I felt a little embarrassed but I was still horny since I hadn't got off yet. As I stood I saw Johnny give me a strange look and I knew what I had to do to make things right.
Scooting over a bit and turning I pushed Roger's hand out of the way and started sucking Johnny. It didn't take Johnny any longer than it did Doug to come but I think Johnny outdid him when it came to the amount of sperm he produced. I swallowed and swallowed and it just kept coming but when he was done he reached down and grabbed me under the arms and pulled me up and did the most amazing and unexpected thing on earth.
As his lips met mine I heard Doug gasp then laugh and I relaxed a little. We kissed for a few minutes then Johnny fell down in front of me and sucked me till I exploded in his hot wet mouth. Poor Roger had just watched all three of us get a blow job and I felt sorry for him, but fortunately Doug took care of that.
Spitting on his hand Doug wrapped his hand around Roger's pecker and began stroking him slowly. It didn't take more than a couple of minutes for Roger to gasp and stiffen up and a second later a thick stream of cum shot out of his piss slit and landed with a splat on the nearest tree.
Doug milked him till he was dry then shook his hand to rid it of as much sperm as he could before wiping the rest on his trunks.
"You guys are cool. I wish you lived in Norman."
As we walked back to the beach we talked about all the stuff we liked and about school and I realized our lives weren't really that different. He lived in his little world and we lived in ours, but we still had the same sort of joys and challenges in our lives.
By the time we left that day I had another pen pal and I continued to write to Doug for many years after that and we even got to together later a couple of times when I was a teenager and drove to see the OU OSU footballs game there.
We reluctantly said goodbye to Doug and his dad and uncle, who had introduced themselves to mom and dad while we were out fooling around, and we climbed on board our boat and headed back to the cabin. It was almost five o'clock by the time we got back and we were tired and a little hot from the sun beating down on us in the boat.
Mom fixed tea for her and dad and us boys had a bottle of Coke which we drank in the shade below the deck. As we sipped our Coke's we talked about our plans for later but I think what was really on our minds was what had happened with Doug back at the beach.
I still couldn't believe that Johnny had been so brave. I mean kissing me in front of a stranger and all, but when I thought about it what did he have to lose? After today he figured we'd never see the kid again and he sure wasn't going to rat us out since he basically started the sex stuff.
"I'm beat," Johnny said falling back into the dirt and grass under the deck, "Wake me when it's dark."
I fell down beside him and looked over at him. His eyes were closed and it gave me a chance to really look at him. As cute as Doug had been, in my eyes Johnny was still the cutest boy I'd ever seen. His body was better developed too and I loved his big ole uncut pecker.
Roger was just sitting there turned half way toward us sipping his coke and watching with a little smile on his face. I was glad he got to come with us and get away from his folks and their crazy fighting and he seemed to be having a really good time.
"You guys want to go swimming in the lake?"
"Huh..no...no way, I'm too tired," Johnny moaned from beneath the arm he'd thrown over his eyes.
"Me too," I said softly.
"Well, what can we do?"
"Rest," Johnny said sounding half asleep.
"Okay, but not here. I'm gonna go upstairs and change out of these wet clothes and lay down on the bed for a while."
That sounded like a good idea and twenty minutes later we were napping side by side in the nice cool air in our room. I woke sometime later to find Roger snoring softly beside me and Johnny with his head propped up on one arm staring at me.
"What?" I said softly, "Do I have drool on my chin or something?"
"No, I just like watching you sleep."
"Oh."
"You look so peaceful and so cute."
I smiled, "So do you," I said reaching over and placing my hand on his chest.
He smiled but didn't say anything for a long time then he took my hand and laid back down and just held it while we rested some more. When he finally spoke it was three words whispered into my ear, "I love you."
I smiled and whispered the same back and then Roger woke up and sat up and the spell was broken. We laid there a few more minutes then got up and peed and went down to find my folks.
"Your dad is cooking the steaks, I was afraid you boys were going to sleep through dinner," mom joked.
"No way...steak! Yummy, I can't wait." We didn't have steak often but when we did dad always cooked it on the grill and it was delicious.
"Steak...wow, we never have steak at my house," Roger said excitedly, "I don't even know what it tastes like."
"You're gonna love it, especially the way my dad cooks it. Come on let's go watch him."
We found dad out on the deck tending the built in gas grill. There was barely enough room on the grill for the five huge steaks sizzling there and our mouths started watering immediately at the wonderful smell.
"Well...decide to join the world of the living I see," dad chuckled, "I don't suppose you boys are hungry....are you?"
"Starved," I assured him, "How long till dinner?"
"Probably another 30 minutes. Your mom is baking some spuds and she made a salad."
"And there's watermelon for dessert," I reminded everyone, "Need any help dad?"
"No, I got it under control. Why don't you boys go down to the lake and shoot off a few more firecrackers or something?"
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," Johnny said excitedly.
We ran back upstairs and grabbed a big pack of Black Cats and a couple of punks and some matches and headed down to the lake. As we passed dad he was turning the steaks and the smell was almost overpowering. I could still smell that Heavenly aroma as we hurried down the path to the lake.
We shot off our firecrackers and poked around the lake till we heard Dad yell for us and we practically ran up the path. Dad told us to go in and wash up and by the time we were done the food was on the table. Mom blessed the meal and we dug in and for the few minutes we were busy filling our plates and then the feeding frenzy began.
Man my dad could sure cook good steaks and I could see from the look on my two friends' faces that they loved it as much as I did. The baked potatoes were good too with lots of butter and salt and pepper and even bacon bits. I wasn't much on salad but I ate a little with a lot of French dressing on it to make it taste better. I noticed Johnny really seemed to like the salad though and he ate a double helping of it.
By the time we were finished we were too full to eat the watermelon, but that could wait till later. We helped clean up and by then it was starting to get dark. We decided to shoot off our fireworks first and then take the boat out later when the fireworks show started in Salina. From the middle of the lake we'd have a perfect unobstructed view of everything.
Mom and dad joined us at the lake's edge dragging along folding lawn chairs from the deck and found a place where they'd be safe but could see the fireworks. We started with sparklers and bottle rockets since it wasn't quite dark enough for the other stuff and by the time they were all gone darkness had begun to fall.
Fountains, Roman candles, satellites, pinwheels, you name it, we had it and an hour or so later we were left with just a few snakes and firecrackers left which we decided to save for Sunday. It was still too early for the big show so we decided to cut the watermelon and gorge ourselves on the sweet juicy fruit.
We ate until we were stuffed again, spitting seeds at each other and giggling and having a blast. By the time we finished off most of the watermelon we were a sticky mess and had to go clean up. We peed and washed the sticky off our hands and faces and changed our shirts and walked down to the boat dock with my folks.
I could tell dad was a little nervous about taking the boat out at night, but it had running lights and there wasn't much traffic on the lake this time of night. Just about the time we got to the middle of the lake the first burst of bright colorful fire hit the sky. Dad threw out the anchor and we sat there for the next hour or so watching the amazing fireworks show oohing and ahing and having the best 4th any of us had ever had.
It was sort of sad when the last boom echoed across the lake and the final shower of color and light filled the sky. Then it was dark and even as far away as we were from the crowd on the bridge and shore we could hear the applause and catcalls.
Dad drove us back to the boat dock and we helped him put the boat away and lock up then we all walked back up to the cabin talking about how cool it had been, but sort of sad that it was over. Mom and dad said they were exhausted and headed off to bed but before they left dad turned to us grinning and said, "No skinny dipping tonight...okay?"
We three boys giggled, but we promised to stay inside. We were tired too and we'd had enough excitement for one day.
We showered together but other than a little ass grabbing we didn't mess around. All of us were sort of quiet and I guess thinking our own thoughts, but I was sure tomorrow everything would be back to normal. When we stretched out in bed I wound up in the middle again and once the light was out I scooted Johnny's way.
When I put my hand on his chest he reached up and just held it there and I scooted even closer and nuzzled his neck playfully. He shivered a little then sighed as I placed a little kiss on his neck. I was tired but not too tired and testing him to see if he was up for some fun.
Breaking his grip on my hand I let it wander down his flat stomach to his belly button and he shivered again. I ran my finger around the waistband of his tighty whities and he sucked in his gut a little, a sure sign that he wanted my hand inside them. I took my good slow time, running my finger around inside the waistband and pulling them out slightly but so far I hadn't touched any skin there yet.
Johnny squirmed a little and thrust up impatiently and I grinned. I knew he wanted to mess around but I wanted to take my time and tease him a little more. I pulled my finger out of his waistband and let it snap back shut then placed my hand on his tummy again and rubbed it gently.
He moaned softly and shivered beneath my fingertips and I leaned in and bit his ear playfully and growled, "Want me to stop?"
"Noooo...." he shuddered.
I felt like I was in total control for a change and that was something rare for me. I guess that's why I was in no hurry to move things along, I wanted that feeling of power to last a little longer. I continued to touch and tease him for a good ten minutes or so, but eventually I couldn't wait any longer.
I let my hand wander down his stomach one last time and this time I slid my hand right down into his undies to his pecker. It was so hard it felt like a steel rod covered in velvet and when I grabbed it and pulled the foreskin back he moaned loudly.
"You guys messing around?" Roger said softly from behind me.
"Maybe," I giggled.
"Well...can I at least watch?"
"Uh uh, this is private," I said nuzzling Johnny's neck again.
"No fair," Roger muttered but I could feel the bed jiggling and I knew he was beating off.
I released my grip on Johnny's pecker long enough to tug at his undies and when I had them off I shucked my own and rolled on top of him. Lining up our peckers I started moving against him rubbing them together. Johnny reached back and grabbed my butt and pulled me against him then our lips met and we began to kiss as we ground our hard cocks together.
We went at it like this for a long time and eventually I felt another hand on my back then it slid down to my butt and I knew it was Roger feeling me up as he jerked off. I didn't try to stop him. If Johnny didn't care I sure didn't. In fact it felt great having both of them touch me back there.
I wondered again about the butt stuff. I liked having my butt rubbed, but would I like the other stuff? I couldn't imagine anything as big as Johnny's pecker fitting in there, but when I thought about it I'd pooped turds that big before and didn't die. Still that was different in my eyes, that was out and the other was in. I wasn't sure if I was ready for anything like that, but I also knew that if Johnny wanted it badly enough I'd give in without much of a battle.
Johnny broke off the kiss and nuzzled my ear and in a deep gravely voice he whispered, "Roll onto your tummy, I want to try something."
Oh no, here it comes, I thought. It was as if he'd picked up on my thoughts and was about to find out just how willing I'd be. I thought about what I should say or do for about one minute before I rolled off Johnny and onto my stomach.
Meanwhile Roger scampered back to his side of the bed pulling his hand back as he went and now he was propped up on one arm watching us closely. I was so nervous I was shaking and when Johnny straddled me I was tempted to yell "stop" and roll out from under him, but in the end I just gritted my teeth and waited.
He began by rubbing my back which actually felt good and I started to relax a little. I could feel his hard wet pecker between my legs pressing at my balls and that sort of felt good too, but I was sure when that pecker hit my butthole it would be a whole different story.
His hands felt good running up and down my back and when he reached my butt he rubbed it playfully then gave me a whack that actually stung.
He laughed and leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Relax, I'm not gonna put it in, just rub it in your butt crack."
Well, that was good news and I did relax a little and once I realized he was telling me the truth I actually started to enjoy it. The feel of his hot hard slick pecker rubbing up and down my crack was amazing and when it grazed my butthole it sent little tingles all through my body.
My own pecker was throbbing and his movement was causing it to press against the bed and that felt great. I felt like I could shoot any minute and I knew he was close by the way he was moaning and breathing. I turned my head and looked over at Roger and he was grinning and watching closely as he beat his meat like it was on fire. I saw his eyes close and his face screw up and I knew he was coming and I wasn't far behind him.
A minute later Johnny thrust against my hole and I swear his pecker slipped in just a little and despite my fear it actually felt good. He might have gone further except that little bit he slipped in was hot enough and tight enough to make him come and he cried out and thrust down and began to shake and unloaded all over my almost virgin butt.
Well, that was all it took to get me going and I soaked the sheets beneath me with a pretty big load of my own. We were sweating and panting and breathing so hard you'd have thought we'd been running a race. Johnny collapsed on top of me with his face buried in my neck and I felt drool running down my neck from his open mouth, but I didn't mind. I was too tired and too happy that we'd almost sort of done it and nothing mattered but the feeling of us laying there tired out from having real sex.
"Wow, did he butt fuck you Robert?" Roger asked after a few minutes.
"Mmmmm...." I moaned, "Sort of."
When Johnny didn't speak I decided maybe I shouldn't have either so I just closed my eyes and rested. Pretty soon Johnny rolled off me and went to the bathroom to clean up and when he came back he had a wet washcloth and a towel and he cleaned up my back and butt. I thought it was nice of him and when he told me to roll over he cleaned up my front too and even wiped the cum off the sheet with the towel.
"Are you guys gonna tell me or not?" Roger said as he watched Johnny closely.
"I didn't put it in, "Johnny finally said, "if that's what you mean. It's private stuff anyway."
Roger shrugged, "Fine! Pardon me for caring," he huffed, and then he stomped off to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
"What's up with him?" Johnny said wiping one last bit of cum off my tummy.
"I don't know, maybe he feels left out or something."
"Maybe I'll butt fuck him then," Johnny joked...or was he joking?"
I grabbed Johnny's hand and held it as I spoke, "Don't...okay. If you're gonna do anyone....it should be me." I said looking into his eyes.
He nodded, "I was kidding. I won't do it...I promise."
I nodded and smiled, "Next time....okay?"
He smiled and looked excited, "Okay, but only if you want to."
"I do, but we gotta go slow...okay?"
"Sure, yeah...you bet, but when we're alone," he said looking toward the door, "we can do other stuff with him though....right?"
I nodded, "Yeah, when he gets back...let's attack him and make him come again," I giggled.
"Yeah, I'll hold him and you suck him off...okay?"
And that's what we did and though Roger resisted a little at first and tried to act pissed, he was loving every minute of it and by the time he came he was moaning and humping my mouth and he shot a nice load that I swallowed down.
Afterwards we fell asleep sort of in a pile, arms and legs entangled, and I think it was one of the best night's sleep I'd ever had.
Sunday came and after breakfast we packed up most of our stuff and loaded the car. We still had most of the day left to enjoy and dad even took us out on the boat again, but after all the excitement of the 4th it just didn't seem the same.
Roger was in a good mood and was killing us with his jokes.
"I got one..I got one. How did Captain Hook die?"
"Uh...I don't know...crocodile ate him?"
"Nope, wiped with the wrong hand," Roger said cracking up as Johnny and I groaned, but it was pretty funny.
"Good one," Johnny said laughing and patting Roger on the back. I was so proud of him for treating Roger so nice.
"Let's go shoot off the rest of the firecrackers," I suggested after we got back from the lake. Dad and mom had left us long enough to go into Salina and grab lunch.
We had two huge packs of Back Cats and a few Lady Fingers and two boxes of snakes left and we grabbed them and headed down to the lake. We set off the snakes first and shot off most of one of the packs of Black Cats before mom and dad got back.
We decided to save the rest for back home, even though we weren't supposed to set them off after the 4th we knew we could get away with it if we were careful about where we set them off.
Mom and dad brought fried chicken and potato salad and hot rolls and for dessert we still had some of her famous 4th of July cake and ice cream we needed to eat before we left. We ate on the deck at the picnic table and pretty much wiped out all the food. I don't know what it was about being at the lake and all that fresh air, but it sure made us hungry.
Us boys ate most of the cake and ice cream and we were a sticky mess by the time we got done. We decided to wash up in the lake and even mom and dad joined us. We played and splashed around for a couple of hours but eventually mom and dad said we needed to get out and shower and get dressed.
We showered the lake water off of us and didn't even mess around. We actually felt kind of sad and none of us said much as we dried off and got dressed. It had been a great weekend, maybe the best 4th ever, but it was over now and it was back to our regular lives.
For Johnny and me that wasn't so bad, but I knew it was going to be hard for Roger to go back to his folks fighting and drinking. There was still a lot of summer left and there would be plenty of more fun for all of us, but that afternoon as we rode home the three of us packed into the backseat of our car, the mood was somber and we barely spoke.
Mom and dad seemed to be in a good mood though and occasionally they'd draw us into their conversation and after a while we didn't feel so bad. Luckily Roger and Johnny were staying for supper and we were having pizza from the new pizza place out on the highway.
The ride home only took about thirty minutes and we had time to mess around some before dad went to get the pizza. Mom fixed a salad, but none of us were really in the mood for salad, though I noticed dad did eat some just so mom wouldn't feel bad about making it.
Pizza was pretty new back then, well at least for us. I guess it had been around in big cities for a long time, but this was the first and only pizza place in our little town and they did a lot of business. Dad had got two, one pepperoni and one hamburger and I tried some of each, but pepperoni was my favorite and still is.
After dinner Johnny and Roger said they had to go and mom offered to drive them home. Ordinarily they would have walked, but I think they must've been tired that night. I went with them and we dropped Roger off first and he looked like he was going to the gallows instead of home. He leaned in the door and thanked my mom and said goodbye and I told him I'd come by tomorrow and see how he was doing.
On the way to Johnny's house mom surprised us by mentioning Roger's situation. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, after all her and dad didn't keep secrets and I'd told dad all about it.
"I think it's sweet that you boys are finding time for Roger and that you let him come along this weekend. Right now he needs good friends like you."
I don't think either of us knew what to say and mom didn't press us. When we got to Johnny's house I walked him to his door and we sort of lingered. If mom hadn't been in the car waiting I would have hugged him and maybe stolen a kiss, but instead we just bumped around and took our time saying goodbye. Finally mom got impatient and rolled down the window and yelled at me that we had to go. I gave Johnny one last look and touched his arm gently then walked slowly back to the car. I paused at the car door and waved and then climbed in.
When I looked back Johnny was already opening the door and I watched till he disappeared inside and closed the door. Mom gave me a strange look and I decided I needed to be more careful about how I treated Johnny when my mom was around. I must've looked like a pansy the way I was making doe eyes at Johnny and hanging around, but she never said a word.
By the time we got home I was ready to call it a night and after telling mom and dad goodnight I went off to my room. Since we'd showered at the lake I just stripped off my clothes and fell into bed. It was warm in my room and the fan wasn't helping much so I decided to strip off naked. I covered myself with the sheet just to be safe, but it was much cooler that way and I liked the way the sheets rubbed against my naked body.
I fell asleep thinking about all that happened this weekend, but mostly about Johnny and how it had felt when we almost did the butt stuff. It was scary but exciting. It was the real deal, serious stuff, and I'd all but promised that next time we were alone we could do it. I thought about how it had felt when he rubbed against my hole and I found myself feeling around back there with my finger.
I was a little sweaty and my finger slipped in a little. Instinctively I brought my finger to my nose and sniffed it. It didn't really stink, but my odor was strong and for some reason it sort of made me horny. I put my finger back there again and pretended it was Johnny's pecker and pushed it in a little further than before. It hurt a little at first then I sort of pushed like I was taking a shit and it slipped in a little more.
It actually felt pretty good then and my pecker was hard as a rock. I reached down with the other hand and grabbed my pecker and started jerking it as I fingered my butt and it didn't take long before I was breathing hard and shaking all over. When my orgasm hit my toes curled and I cried out so loud I was afraid my folks would hear me. My come shot up onto my stomach and I could feel my b-hole tightening and loosening around my finger. I wondered if that's what would happen if a pecker was in there and how it would feel for them. I finally pulled out my finger and cleaned up the mess with an old sock and pretty soon I was asleep.
End of Part 8
Next: The summer winds down
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10-19-16
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