Date: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 03:14:11 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Old Photographs

			      OLD PHOTOGRAPHS
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
			WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

     I was going through some old photographs in a box when I saw the small
envelope down at the bottom, and had to smile. I'd nearly forgotten those!
I pulled them out and took a look, after all, you know you can't rush going
through old photographs. The memories keep getting in your way.

     There had been four of us in that year of 1962 back in Clarksville. I
don't quite remember if we were in the fifth or sixth grade, but I was
twelve, and so were my friends. I'd forgotten how we'd looked back then,
four lanky, skinny youngsters, neither boys nor men at that age, something
in between. In this picture, I was wearing sneakers, blue jeans and a
red-and-white striped pullover-type t-shirt, my hair straight and black,
cut short over my face which bore on one cheek my very first pimple.

     To my left in the picture (I was at far right) was Elmer, he was
smaller, dressed much like me only he had on a solid green t-shirt and his
jeans were slightly paler blue. His hair was fuller than mine, but a light
brown, his mouth showed teeth in a smile both crooked and genial, a
perpetual feature on his face.

     To Elmer's left was Willie, tallest of us but thinnest as well, he had
grown up rather than out, and was wearing jeans too short for him and a
shirt he'd had handed down from his older brother and was too large on him
in the photo. His dark brown hair was cropped in a military flat-top that
stole from it most of its color and all of its gloss.

     And finally there was Jesse, youngest but wildest among us, he was
often the leader of our games and sports merely by his ambition and
outrageous behavior, he was the risk-taker, the prank-puller, the
mastermind behind any number of adventures.

     We had that spring found a way into the old Weaver place, a house that
had been abandoned for nearly ten years and was boarded up and really ready
to be torn down some day. But for now, it had become our clubhouse of
sorts, if four long-time friends had really needed a clubhouse to hang out
together in. Say instead that it was our place to get together and plan and
visit and share and bond. We'd dragged in over the last three months since
finding the place any number of odd objects we'd found in trash cans or
alongside the road now and then. Chairs, an old couch, a mattress and
sundry smaller items and things, if it had any use to young boy/men however
briefly, we dragged it into the back yard, between the boards that we had
loosened into a functional gate arrangement, and into the house.

     We were as happy as any four twelve-year-olds could be with spring
coming and thirteen years (teenagehood!) just up ahead could be. We had
only one fly in our ointment.

     Mason Griswold. If we four were the kids from "Happy Days" then Mason
Griswold was the Fonz...only instead of being cool and a great guy, Mason
was the biggest asshole you've ever had stealing your lunch money and
dishing out wedgies and Indian burns whenever he happened to feel like it
and you were the closest youngster nearby. Four or five years older than us
and in high-school, he terrorized everyone, but we four were, for whatever
reason his pea-brain had come up with, his special victims. In a bad mood,
he came looking for us!

     We four had gone in on a paper route together, we'd never have been
able to each handle the whole thing by ourselves, but by cutting it up into
four parts, we could deliver them all and make a few bucks and everyone was
happy.

     Or at least we had been until our first collection day, when we'd just
come from the office paying the newspaper its share and were taking the
rest back to our clubhouse to share out...and Mason had found us out and
taken it all away from us. Forty-seven dollars, he took it all and left us
broke despite all our hard work and getting up early and braving the rain
and the cold on our bikes.

     Jesse had said it for us all on that day. "We have got to do something
about Mason."

     And from the sparkle in his eyes as he said it, I had to smile despite
our distress. For when Jesse put his mind to it, he always got what he
wanted.

     His plan involved taking the boards off the clubhouse's front door (we
had always used a back window for our entrances up until then) and the
boards away from the wall in front that had always kept the house
semi-hidden. Then one of us had to be dispatched to fetch Mason Griswold.

     We drew straws and it was me that ended up with the short straw. I
gulped and went out to do my part. We knew where Mason would be, but it was
three blocks from there to the clubhouse. I'd have to keep ahead of him
every step of the way, and not lose him in the process.

     Mason was there with his friends and sharing drinks around. I saw him
spending what had to be our newspaper money and a rage built up in me that
I didn't know I had. I went in, snatched a partial milkshake from another
table (the person there had left it behind half-finished) and went up to
Mason. "Hey, Mason!"

     Mason looked around, his brawny form bulging out his letterman jacket
(he was the star halfback of the school football team), his laugh turned
naturally into a sneer when he saw me. "Hey, Dork!" He said. My real name
is Derek, but it was always morphed into "Dork" in his mouth. "What the
hell you want?"

     "Just bringing you something to drink!" I said and I tossed the
milkshake so its contents landed right on his face, from his close-cropped
blond hair to his magnificently cleft chin!

     "Why you little snotnosed creep, I'm going to marble-ize you!" he
raged, getting to his feet.

     But I was already chugging out the door. I was going to need every
foot of distance between us if I was going to outrun him for three blocks.

     I lost ground steadily, Mason was quick on his feet or he'd never have
been a halfback and it was like being chased by a raging bull, his snarl
getting fiercer as he raced toward me.

     But I made it to the block our clubhouse was on and at least I had
done this often enough in play to make it work, I grabbed the lightpost on
the corner and used it to turn that corner without breaking my stride,
Mason had to slow and pivot himself bodily, it cost him a few seconds of
time.

     So I made it to the hole in the front fence and he was right behind
me. He had to stoop and fend his way through the crossbars, this made him a
good fifteen feet behind me. I left the door open for him, I wanted him to
run full tilt into the room. Tried to make my jump over the throw rug in
the middle of the front room seem like a lark, laughed a taunting laugh at
him and it worked just like Jesse said it would, he ran toward me, stepped
on the rug and fell right into the hole it was covering up.

     My three buddies were waiting for him in the basement, and I ran down
to see if they'd done their part.

     They had. Mason had fallen into a net that had trapped him long enough
to get the ropes around his wrists and legs. The net was being pulled away
when I got down the basement steps, leaving him spread-eagled on the
mattress we'd taken down there, the ropes had been pulled tight and tied in
place, he was as helpless as a baby flat on his back.

     Mason wasn't being quiet, he was cursing a blue streak, interesting in
how he used words I'd heard before but in ways that really brought out his
fury much more effectively than I ever had in my own tentative uses. When
Jesse shoved a rag in his mouth and shut him up, I was almost sorry he'd
done that, even though we'd agreed he shouldn't be able to call for help.

     "Okay, first, let's get any of our money back he has left." Jesse
agreed, and Elmer and Willie rifled his pockets, came away with over forty
dollars. Given the spread he'd bought for his friends at the cafe, I
volunteered that this was all of it.

     "You owe us another six dollars and seventy-five cents!" Jesse snarled
at him. "Not even counting all the other money you've taken from us over
the years. We're here to tell you that it stops right now and never happens
again, not to us, not to anybody we know, nobody anywhere, ever."

     Mason murbled around the rag which Jesse took for a question. "How,
you want to know? Simple. You're here and we're going to do some things to
you and take some pictures. We'll keep those pictures safe and secret as
long as you're a good boy. You be bad, and we show the pictures around. How
does that sound to you, Mason? That sound like a plan?"

     Mason murbled more, and this time the rage came through. "You don't
like this plan?" Jesse taunted him. "That's okay. You're not supposed to
like it."

     "I got the camera." Elmer said. "I'm ready whenever you are."

     I realized then what we hadn't planned. "So what are we going to do
with him?" I asked.

     Jesse looked at me and I could see he hadn't thought about it, so I
plowed ahead. "We got to do something to him that he's not going to want
anyone to see, ever."

     "Yeah." Willie agreed. "But what?"

     I was fumbling with the concept. "We got to embarrass him, that's for
sure." And the idea formed as I was talking. "I'd say first thing is to
strip him down as naked as we can get him."

     Mason kicked and squirmed then enough to let us know we'd hit paydirt
on that, all right, and we three boys swarmed over him, pulling at his
clothing while Elmer snapped a photo or two as the opportunity
arose. Willie was pulling off his shoes and socks, Jesse had unzipped his
jacket and was unbuttoning his shirt. That left me working on the pants. I
undid his belt and then was faced with his jeans. They had buttons instead
of zippers like we kids had on our jeans, but I fought them open as best I
could. Jesse had his shirt wide open and he was cutting away at the t-shirt
underneath with a pair of scissors we'd found in the trash some weeks
before.

     I saw that his briefs were bulging out with his dick and grinned. "I
need the scissors when you're done with them, Jesse." I said.

     Willie helped me pull his jeans down his body to where they were
nearly off his body, only his feet were still covered, the ropes prevented
us from stripping him entirely. Then I took the scissors from Jesse and
aimed them at Mason's crotch.

     His eyes bugged out as he saw me approaching his wiener with those
scissors and I pretended I was going to cut his dick off, but then I slid
the scissors up one leg and a few cuts and the briefs snapped away from his
body. I had to cut the other leg up to make them fall completely away but
then he was as naked as he was going to get without cutting his clothes to
pieces.

     Elmer took the photos then he said, "Okay, guys, now what?"

     They were all looking at me. "Well, if he doesn't want us taking
pictures of him naked, he really won't want anyone seeing his wiener up
close."

     Elmer moved in and I reached down and took hold of Mason's cock,
intending to hold it up and show everyone how little it was. It had been
all shriveled up but when I took hold of it, it jerked and swelled in my
hand.

     Elmer snapped away at the pictures as I held onto it, each time, it
was bigger. "Gosh, it's getting all swelled up and big!" he marveled as it
firmed in my hand.

     "Like yours does when I play with it in bed at night." Jesse snickered
over at Willie.

     I looked at Jesse and Willie carefully, Willie was looking abashed. Of
course we'd done such things when we were younger, but now we were older,
we'd stopped doing such things, of course. Only little kids played with
each other's wieners in bed at night.

     "That's it!" I said.

     "What's it?" Willie asked, glad to change the subject.

     "That's what we'll do with Mason." I said. "We'll play with his wiener
and make him play with ours, and take pictures of it. Then he won't dare do
anything to us anymore, because if he does, we'll show the pictures of him
doing it with us to his friends."

     Mason surged when I said that, both in his body which he struggled
trying to free, and his cock, which turned rock hard in my hand.

     "Yeah, that's right." I grinned down at Mason. Understand, the bastard
deserved anything we did to him. Stealing a kid's money that he'd worked
two weeks to earn, that was more than bullying, that was downright mean and
nasty. He deserved to be shamed and made to leave us alone! So I grinned
down at him and continued, "I'm going to play with your wiener, Mason and
I'm going to keep on playing with all the way up until you do your
coming. Elmer is going to get pictures of all of it, and then you'll leave
us alone, won't you?"

     Mason just struggled on and grunted around his rag, incomprehensible
syllables, but I think he was saying no, no, no!

     Not that I was going to listen to him. I began to jerk on his prick
for him and with it as big and hard as it was, it was a lot easier to jerk
Mason than it was Jesse or Elmer or Willie like I had when we were all lots
younger. Their dicks had been little things and kind of soft all the way
through, but Mason's cock was big, thick and hard, my hand fit around it
like some fat banana and I could slide my hand up and down easy as pie.

     Mason kind of slumped after a while and just lay there while I pumped
on him. The other boys were watching me and I said to them, "Come on, you
two, put your dicks in his hands and make him play with yours. Elmer, keep
taking pictures."

     "I only got about seven or eight more to go on this roll of film."
Elmer pointed out.

     "So use them. Just save the last couple for when he squirts, we'll
take pictures of that so everyone will be sure he did it."

     I began to pump on Mason in earnest, and after a few more pictures of
me jerking Mason from different angles, Elmer stopped and just
watched. Jesse and Willie had their cocks out and were slapping at Mason's
hands with them, but you can't force a guy to play with your wiener even
he's tied down, he has to actually do it himself.

     And my hand was getting tired. It's one thing to pound on a cock, but
your arm isn't used to such movements and it tires out in a hurry. "I need
someone else to do this for him." I said. "I'm getting tired."

     "We need to do more than just this." Jesse opined. "Everyone can see
he's tied up and helpless, we need to really do something that would say
that he's doing this of his own free will."

     "We can't untie him, he'll just run off. Or beat us up and run off."
Willie pointed out.

     "There's..." Jesse started, and then stopped.

     I could see he had something. "What is it, Jesse? Come on, tell us."

     "We could suck his cock." Jesse said. "And make him suck ours. If we
can make him do that, he won't dare say one word to anyone."

     "How do we make him suck our cocks?" Willie asked. A good
question. "And who's going to stick their dick in his mouth and risk him
biting it off."

     I again saw I was going to have to take the initiative here. A funny
thing, because I was usually the quiet follower in these games. "If one of
you will suck him, I'll put my dick in his mouth and get him to suck on
it." I offered.

     Mason was as quiet and still as he could be at that point. I stood up
and I said, "One of you start sucking him. When he's had it done to him for
a while, then I'll stick mine in and see what he does. If he bites me, you
bite his."

     "I'll do it." Jesse offered and slid down to take over Mason's cock. I
stood up and began pulling my shoes off, awkward from a standing
position. I could see Mason beneath me, his golden-toned body all splayed
out on the basement floor, shining and clean on that dirty mattress and
that dirty floor. His muscles were large and beautiful, like polished
marbles all shiny and new out of the bag, and his cock was the shiniest
part on him right then, it glowed as Jesse lowered his head down and the
glans slid into Jesse's mouth.

     Mason just closed his eyes and moaned as Jesse did that. Jesse slid
his mouth up and down and as he did, Mason moaned again.

     "He likes it, guys!" I marveled. "He likes having his cock
sucked. Suck him harder and faster, Jesse! Suck him harder and faster!"

     Jesse began to bob up and down and Mason's moans rose in speed and
urgency as he did so. I got my shoes and socks off, then my pants and
shorts and skinned off my t-shirt finally. I was naked as a jaybird when I
stepped over Mason's prone body and sat down on his chest. "Remember,
Mason, if you bite my wiener, Jesse is going to bite yours!"

     And I reached in and pulled that rag out. Mason could have yelled
then. He could have shouted. He could have wormed away from me. Instead,
his mouth just opened and he raised up his head and let me feed him my
cock. I felt that warm moisture envelope me and I moaned just like
Mason. "Oooh, oooh, ooooh!"

     "How does it feel?" Willie asked me.

     "It's great, just great!" I groaned as Mason began to bob his head
like Jesse was. "It's the greatest feeling in the world! Oh, oh, oh, yeah!"

     "Get some pictures, Elmer, get some pictures!" Willie enthused.

     Elmer did, he took one of Jesse sucking on Mason then another of Mason
sucking on me. "Only one photo left." He warned me. "We got to make it
count."

     Mason was moaning even as he sucked on my prick, and I struggled to
gasp out the words. "Take it of Mason when he comes." I ordered. "I'll get
aside and you can get his face in the picture when he does it."

     I began to hunch at Mason's face because my own pleasure was racing
through me, I was more than ready to shoot my own feeble load of clear
fluid into his mouth right then, and Mason gripped me tighter when my
groans started in higher and higher, and when I finished, he was sucking me
faster than ever. I couldn't tell if I'd squirted anything into his mouth
or not, in my case, I didn't release liquid every time, only about half the
time.

     I finished, panting and said, "Okay, I'm getting off, finish him off,
Jesse, make him squirt, but pull away when he does so you can get his
picture."

     Mason was writhing under Jesse's ministrations and he began to groan
hard, and he spoke his first words since we'd stuffed the rags in his
mouth, "Oh, oh, I'm coming now, I'm coming now, here it comes, oh, OH, OH,
AHHH, AHHH, AHHH, AH-AH-AH, GAH-HAHHHHH!"

     Jesse pulled away and Elmer was ready with the flash as Mason
came. And boy, did he ever! I was expecting like what I did, a little clear
liquid dribbling out, but in Mason's case, he shot out like Old Faithful
the geyser does in those pictures you see of it. Hot squibs of his jizz
flew all over his upper body and a bit landed on me at one side (which is
why I knew it was hot) and Mason was moaning and then he was done, white
blobs of spunk all over him and in that silence of his conclusion, I heard
Willie groaning and I saw that Mason was playing with Willie's cock, which
had been right by his hand all along, and Willie was grunting and squirming
and his little pud did dribble out the clear liquid onto Mason's hand as
Mason panted hard, his chest rising and falling in large, slow movements.

     "Oh, wow, oh, wow!" Jesse gasped. "That was incredible!"

     "Yeah, oh, yeah." Mason grunted. "So fucking hot, you kids playing
with me and sucking on me. So fucking hot."

     "We got photos of you now." I warned him. "You steal our money, those
pictures will be handed around to all your friends."

     "I won't take your money any more." Mason panted still with his
words. "Lick it off me, I want to see you lick it off me."

     "Why should we do that?" Jesse wanted to know.

     "If you do, I'll suck you, too." Mason promised. "Come on, I want to
see it, that's all, come on and then I'll suck you."

     I don't know why I believed him but I did, I got down on my knees and
began to lick at that white stuff. My first lick and I said, "Hey, this
stuff tastes good. All salty and sweet!"

     Jesse joined me and soon we had licked Mason's body clean.

     "Yeah, now get up here and let me suck you." Mason said. "Then your
buddy with the camera. I'll even do you other guys if you want me to."

     "You will?"

     "Yeah." Mason said, and then after a pause. "If you'll do me again in
a little while."

     He was good as his word, sucking Jesse and Elmer, and the second time,
about an hour later, I sucked on Mason until he squirted his load right
into my mouth and he sighed and said, "Man, that's so fucking good. I want
to do this all fucking night long!"

     "Can't." Jesse pointed out. "We got to get home, it's nearly time for
dinner."

     "Okay. Untie me, then?" Mason asked.

     I made sure Elmer was long gone with the camera then untied him. But
he didn't try a thing and even grinned at me and ruffled my hair like my
Daddy sometimes does when he's pleased with me.

     Now, almost fifty years later, I looked at those old photos of us as
kids and the photos we'd taken of Mason tied on that old mattress. So long
ago, and how times change with the years, and only the old photographs can
help us even remember how things used to be.

     I got up and dusted my knees off and went to the phone. Dialed a
number of an old friend. "Hello, Jesse?" I said when the voice said hello?

     "He's not home right now." his lover answered. "May I take a message?"

     "Yeah, thanks, ask him to call Derek when he gets home."

     "Hey, Derek, how are you?"

     "I'm fine." I said. "See you two on Sunday night, okay? But ask Jesse
to call me back, I have something for him."

     "I will. See you then. Bye!"

     "Bye, Mason." I said, and hung up, smiling. I had lots more old
photographs to get through before the end of the day.

                             THE END
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