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Hey, I’m 13 today!
Almost a man!
In my dreams!
Who’d look at me?
Oh well, time to hit the
sack. At least Mom doesn’t hang about worrying
I’ll fall out of my ‘chair anymore. Not since I popped a boner
right in her face! Heh! God the look on her! You’d think
she never saw one before! Upside is I get to take baths by myself
now! And get dressed alone too.
Bedtime’s more fun these
days. Wink wink nudge nudge quality time? Mr.
Happy’s really happy these days! Don’t sperm yet. Dad says give
it time. I don’t sweat it. I mean whodafuck’s gonna ever do stuff
to me? Or vice versa? Yep, no vice for me! Typical
nerd. Typical CRIP nerd. Fucking legs. I even get to wear shit
glasses! Lucky me!
Least my chair’s fairly
decent. Mom says I gotta keep the arms
on. She obsesses ‘bout me falling out, but I guess you figured that.
Heh! At school I toss them in my locker. Footrests too.
Easier to get around. Heck once I even showed the jocks how to pop a
wheelie. Pop a boner! Shit there I go again. Better get to bed.
Another thing, I don’t get
inspected before bed no more! So I go
commando, like my bud Ben says. No pyjama bottoms, no undies,
nada! Feels good... unrestricted access to Mr Happy and the boys. Fuck
here comes another boner! What’d I do?
Bed now. Reading that
fucking sad story for English tomorrow.
Guess you figured I was in
junior high? I’m not. I got nothing to
do but study. So I started year 9 last week. It’s kinda neat.
Different teachers and you gotta change rooms. A bitch, but hey,
I cope. At least they got elevators. Kind of.
One thing sucks. I gotta take
gym! Me! The crip nerd. But Dickhead the
principal says I can learn the stuff even if I can’t do it. The gym
teacher even makes me go in the locker rooms with the guys. At least I
don’t have to take showers. Learning to keep score don’t break a sweat.
Some new kids too, from the other school. A couple of dudes I wouldn’t
mind knowing. But they’re jocks. One kid, Greg, kind of smiled at me
and winked when he ran by the scorer’s table. Wearing those
shorts. Going to slee…
Here’s me practicing
slam dunks in the driveway. I do 10 of them
in a row. Hey, I’m six feet four! In my dreams!
So here I am outside. Ward
Street. Lived here all my life. Real short
street. Real short driveway. Boy my shorts feel comfortable! I
look down. Fuck! No shorts. On the fucken street! Naked, nude,
nada! I pop major wood, and grab myself. I hear clapping.
Oh fuck! I turn around and it’s Greg! Winking at me!
I wake up moaning, Crap I
pissed myself. My hand too! It was down there
keeping Mr Happy company! I pull my hand out just as Mom barges
in. I almost shit! She started to say something then she
saw my hand! And my tummy. Did I mention I’d pedalled the blanket
off when Greg winked? Yeah! Oh fuck, I spermed and Mom gets to
see everything. Well she’s gone. Oh shit SHIT. Dad comes in. God
will this night NEVER end! But he just tosses me a wet face cloth and
Winks! Oh God, what
will I do tomorrow if Greg winks?
I’m walking down this street
and out of nowhere zooms this wheelchair,
it’s the kid from school who is keeping score. He is in a
motorized wheel chair and is using his dick to steer with, like a
joystick, nothing on and twisting his dick every way, chasing me.
I end up in this long hallway
and the light is all red and scary, lots
of doors and as I walk past them, they open, inside are the guys from
gym class, taking showers in little glass booths. They all look
out and point at me. I look down and see my dick and it’s hard as
a rock. It’s huge! I can see them mouthing words but can’t hear
At the end of the hall and
these doors open up and the cute guy in the
chair comes in. Cute guy? My dick is even bigger now and he
looks over at it and waves to it. Waves to my cock not to me but
to my dick. My cock waves back and the best feeling in the world
happens deep inside.
Fuck! I’m almost 14 and
I piss the bed! What a dream.
So strange and weird. I never looked at guys’ dicks in the
showers before. And my dick was so big.
I turn on my light and check
out how bad I pissed. That ain’t no
piss. It’s sticky and almost creamy but not. Fuck, fuck,
fuck. What’s Mom gonna think. Maybe there is something
wrong with me. Some infection or something. I can’t tell
Wish I had a dad still, he
would know what to do. I wish the
school could teach sex stuff, but Mom said I didn’t need those classes;
they would give me ideas, and signed the form that says I have to go to
the study hall. I can’t even look up stuff in the library.
The teacher watches me like a hawk. Any time I grab a book whoosh
what are you looking at. I hate her. Ever since Dad died,
Mom drinks all day and goes to that church every night.
I hate it here. We have
to move every six months and I have no
friends. They all think I am poor white trailer trash. Fuck
this slimy stuff is getting cold. Maybe if I wipe it up with a
sock it won’t be so bad.
That felt good! Wiping
the end of my dick with a
sock. Fuck what’s wrong with me, it gets hard and soft all
day, and tonight I make a mess in my bed. Now it’s hard again
from touching it with a sock.
I wish I had someone, any one
to talk to, to be friends with. I
wish I had a Dad.
In the hall at school in
front of my locker Mandy is talking to me and
I start looking at her tits. All the guys say she has nice
tits. What's so nice about them? Jerry the Jock comes up
and puts his arm over her shoulder and rests his hand right on her
tit. I can see his dick push his pants out he is getting
hard. I can feel my dick getting hard, looking at his.
Shower time in the gym, all
the dicks on all the guys are hard, and I
am walking between lockers, looking at all these hard dicks. I
look down and mine is normal size but hard.
Fuck! That scared
me! Mom knocking on the door. Time
to get up. Time to go to school. Geez my balls hurt, maybe
I do have an infection. Maybe I can ask the coach, he teaches
health. Maybe he’ll know what to do.
Fuck I can’t ask him about my
dick. I don’t know what these
dreams mean and I have an infection in my dick and I am going to die!
That was a fun morning.
Dad comes and gets me and dumps me in the
tub. Tells me to wash up - good advice - I smell. I’m washing Mr
Happy and the boys, and thinking ‘bout my dream. Geez that was
real. I remember the wink. Crap, it happened again! I moan just
as Dad comes in and sees me staring at the blobs in the water. He
clears his throat and turns red, and I think ‘O my shit, he’s mad’!
Then he shakes his head and grins! My Dad is soo cool! I use the
shower hose to rinse off, and then he lifts me onto the towel in my
chair. Get dressed, get pop tarted and head out.
So anyway I get off the bus
and damn! Right at the crip entrance
I see Greg.
He’s standing there staring
at Jerry the Jock. My eyes drift to his
crotch – boy I better watch that – and he’s popped a boner. I
follow his eyes, and see Jerry’s popped one too! ‘Course being
that he had his hand on Mandy the Slut’s left tit could explain it. I
pop one too, just looking at ‘em. I blush, Greg blushes, and
Jerry blushes as I clear my throat at him to move his ass away from the
The day goes by, and I manage
to get out of school. I get home,
eat, do my homework, shit, shower and shave. Yeah right! Like in
about 5 years. Shave I mean.
I go to bed, and Dad’s
sitting there. Oh oh, lecture time.
But he just shows me the big box of tissues, and geez a damp washcloth
in a baggie! He tells me I gotta look after myself, and try to
keep the noise down. He winks. Then he goes out and closes the
door. Great! They’ve never done that before. I like
I’m laying there trying to
read Oliver Twist. How boring is
that? But I get the chapter done, and make a note about something
intelligent to say tomorrow, and then off to dreamland.
My dream’s weird
tonight! Playing basketball again. I
remember and check my shorts and thank god, they’re on tonight.
So here I am doing my thing in the driveway… you know real NBA stuff,
and I see Greg coming down the street. Must live in the trailer
park. Geez poor bastard! No wonder his shorts are so thin
and worn. But he tries hard in gym. Doesn’t come
easy. Not like Jerry the Jock. He comes up and I look over,
and fuck, he’s walking ‘round town with his bits hanging out his
shorts. He comes up and we play together, trading the ball
off. His balls are bouncing and when he jumps, I get a look up
his shorts. Fuck even his pubes are blond! And that
cock! Must be at least six inches hard. Not like
mine. I look down and shit myself! No shorts again!
Greg reaches over and cups my balls. I grin and reach for him.
Then I hear a noise and we turn around, and Jerry’s standing there
pounding his meat and perving on us. Shit he’s got a trail of
pubes right up his belly. I can see it cuz the jizz makes them
darker. He keeps pounding and it keeps cumming and Greg shoots
and I shoot. Dribbling balls. Bouncing balls. Greg’s
balls. Jerry’s balls. My balls.
Mom was knocking at the door
when I woke up. Then Dad said
something and she stopped. Thank god! I was in a real
sweat, and Mr Happy went and played with himself again. My balls
hurt too. What IS it with these dreams? Now there’s two
guys I can’t look at without blushing! Fuck fuck FUCK. I
used the tissues and wiped off mosta the evidence, and then I hit the
showers again. I’m gonna stop having one in the evening if this
keeps up. No point. But Happy’s pointing again. Oh
well, shower and piss and dress and hi ho hi ho, it’s off to school I
Fuck, what’s real what’s not?
I’m standing at the doors and Mandy comes
up and starts talking to me almost like my dream last night, then Jerry
comes over and puts his arm around her, and my dick gets hard.
Fuck I start to blush!
The guy in the wheelchair
clears his throat, I never even heard him
come up. Shit. He can see my dick pushing against my
pants. It’s almost eyelevel. How can he not see it getting
Mandy pushed the button for
him. I watch him go in.
Everyone tries not to stare. Poor guy, being treated like a thing.
I hear Mandy giggling
something to Jerry. Something about how that
creepy Nicky always stares at her butt, and Jerry snorting.
Nicky, Nick. That’s his
name. I don’t even hear the first
bell. Until Jerry punched my shoulder, and told me I could stare
at Mandy’s ass some other time.
The morning passes and I see
him in the hall between classes.
Nicky. What the fuck is wrong with me? Every time I see him
my dick gets hard.
Geez I hate English. We
have to read this fucking huge book
written like 500 years ago called Twisted Oliver or something like
that. I can’t see what’s on the blackboard half the time and now
I have to read a book, and do some stupid report. Mom is going to
be pissed that I fail, and we’ll move again.
Fuck, it’s Nicky, talking to
the Coach. I guess I’ll try to talk
to coach on Monday. Maybe he can tell me what’s wrong with
me. It’s hard to walk when your dick is stiff all the time and
your balls hurt.
On the way home I see that
little bus that Nicky takes to school.
He lives close to the trailer park. I didn’t know that. I
give him a kinda wave and then keep walking. Almost home.
Mom is probably drunk and passed out again. At least it’s the
weekend. Fuck I am tired. Maybe I’ll have a nap before
trying to find something to eat.
I’m floating…over the
trailer; the wind is blowing me around like I am
a big balloon. The string snaps and off I go. On the wind right
over Nicky’s yard.
He is in the driveway and
waves at me. Then grabs my dick and
pulls me down, shit I’m not a balloon. Oh man that feels good,
pull on it Nicky, pull, Uhhhh. Stuff comes shooting out all over
him. He starts laughing and it gets higher pitched then cuts off.
Fuck! Mom is standing
beside me and laughing.
“Just like all men you
pervert, sex, sex, sex! Dreaming of
sluts. You disgust me get cleaned up. Maybe the bible group
can help you.” She slurred.
Drunk and still she
goes to bible meetings and now I have to go
What a fucking drag.
Bla, bla, bla. Book of someone thou
and thee and words that make no sense. Then mom drags me up to
see the preacher guy. He is fat and sweaty. She said
something I didn’t hear and I have to go wait in his office.
After a while the preacher
guy comes in and without even looking at me
started talking. The preacher guy is kinda creepy. He has
his hair slicked back like in the ‘50’s or something, and he has a way
of looking at you that almost makes you feel dirty.
“Masturbation is wrong it’s
called self-abuse, solo-sex, self-love, or
self-gratification. The emphasis is on self, not on one's relationship
with God or one's family. It is not part of God's original design
for man. Masturbation can never be fulfilling and
satisfying. It tends to turn one's focus inward upon oneself,
leading to shame, low self-esteem, and self-consciousness.”
What the fuck? What’s
masturbation? Why is he telling me
this shit? I have an infection and am going to die. He is
carrying on and on about God and shit.
“God did not design sex to be
a solitary experience. It is
supposed to be shared with another, and only in marriage. Unlike
hunger or other purely physical desires, human sexual response
encompasses body, soul, and spirit. Without food and water you
cannot live, but living without sexual expression does no harm and can
often be of great benefit because it allows your energy to be refocused
into socially redeeming activities. Do you understand what I mean
“Ummm… Don’t have sex until
“Right! Put the animal lust
behind.” He looked at me for the
first time since he started talking. His tongue slips out
moistening his lips, and he pats me on the shoulder. He squeezed
kinda hard. “If you want I can schedule some after hours
counseling. Off you go your mother is waiting.”
What was that all
about? Something doesn’t add up here.
What have sore balls and stuff coming out of my dick got to do with
sex? I have to talk to Coach on Monday! I am so screwed up.
We get home and I try to read
the English book. I can’t
understand what the fuck it’s about look at this shit. “ Among other
public buildings in a certain town, which for many reasons it will be
prudent to refrain from mentioning, and to which I will assign no
fictitious name, there is one anciently common to most towns, great or
small: to wit, a workhouse; and in this workhouse was born; on a day
and date …” What town? What’s a to wit workhouse? Fuck!
I throw the book back on the
floor, and crawl into my bed.
The fat preacher guy is
standing there and I have nothing on. My
dick is standing straight up and bouncing all I can here is the blood
rushing in my ears. Whoosh whoosh whoosh. He is looking at
me like I’m a side of beef or something, then Nicky walks in the room
and the preacher guy pops like a bubble. Nicky is naked too and
his dick is huge and wags as he walks. He reaches out starts to
mess. I better see a doctor or
something. It’s getting worse; at least my balls don’t ache any
more. I wonder what Nicky is doing today.
I like it here better than
the last place we lived. The only
thing is there don't seem to be real seasons. It gets cool but
not frigid, the grass is always brown around the trailer, but some
houses have green grass. I hope we can live here for a long
time. Maybe I can make friends or something. It would be
nice to have a friend. Maybe he won’t hate me because I live in a
trailer. He lives in a wheelchair. I think I’ll walk over
and see if he ever goes outside.
I’m sitting outside bouncing
a b-ball around. I can dribble not
much point in shooting. Hoop’s too high. Nothing
happened last night. I asked Dad about it, and he said it didn’t
happen all the time. Just felt like all the time. He
ruffled my hair, and grinned. I told him about my change in
shower time. He told me that was a plan. Geez he talks
funny sometimes! He also said he would talk to Mom to get her
stop freaking. He giggled. Great my pathetic sex life is
now a laughing matter! He saw the look on my face, and whispered
“Hey Nick, your Mom never did this with Kevin! Don’t think she
even noticed actually! I giggled ‘cause I never thought I’d have
to tell your Mom about boys and sex…” I blushed, and popped one,
and Dad giggled again. He didn’t say anything more though.
Anyways here I am bouncing
around in the driveway. Reminds me of
that dream. Greg bouncing and showing his ‘nads, and Jerry the
Jock jerking off at the both of us naked. Shit SHIT, it’s
leaking! I squeeze my thighs together real tight and it
stops. Neat trick! Maybe… oh FUCK now my balls hurt.
Someone says hi and I spin around. Oh fuck its Greg. I calm down
and say, Hi. I blush. He blushes. Then he takes the
ball from me, and asks if I want to shoot a few.
Fuck did I want to
shoot! But not baskets. At least
his bits were tucked in.
He was looking at me funny,
but he wasn’t upset. Christ he was
checking my wood. Doesn’t matter. I was checking his.
Not hard to do when it’s almost in my nose. He blushed, I blushed
and we both turned around. I was lookin’ for Jerry, and he was
looking for something too! God this is getting unreal! I
handed off the ball and told him I couldn’t do the hoop. He nods,
and takes a jump shot! Oh my shit! I can see
everything. He does have light blond pubes. His penis isn’t
so big though. He tosses me the ball and winks. God, I
almost creamed myself. Then he grabbed my ‘chair and I started to
tell him I hated that, when he got me positioned a little further away.
Told me to try shooting from there. I do, and I almost make
it. Cool! We play so long that Dad comes out to tell me
supper. He was watching as I finally got one in. He beamed,
I beamed, and Greg beamed. I did the polite, and they shook
hands. Dad invited him to stay for supper, but he said no. His
Mom was expecting him and he had to go read Twisted Oliver. I
burst out laughing and Dad smiled. He said something about
church, and I blinked. He blushed and told me his Mom went to
Zion Church of the Firstborn, and even if he didn’t go his Mom wanted
him home, away from evil influences.
That got Dad going for
sure. As he often says, we’re just one
step above Christmas Catholics, but my Dad is real nice. And we
do go to church, just not as often as we should. Anyway, Dad gets
Greg’s number, tells him he can speak Evangelical, and before you know
it, we’ve had supper, and we’re sprawled on my bed on our tummies,
sharing my copy of Twisted Oliver. I notice he’s squinting, and
his nose is on the page sometimes, so I tell him where my computer
glasses are – they’re just a pair of drugstore magnifiers, but more
comfortable than my nerd glasses for the ‘puter. He gets them and
puts them on, and his eyes go real big. So do mine, cuz he popped
a boner at the same time! Geez what IS it with boners? He
looks real cute in the glasses though.
Later I’m in bed. I’m
happy, Happy’s happy! I got a friend
and I hit the basket. I grin to myself and turn off the light,
giving Happy a goodnight tug.
No basketball tonight!
Instead I dream of Oliver Twist.
He’s at Mr Brownlow’s and in bed. Mrs Bedwin is changing
him. Except Greg is Oliver and I’m Mrs Bedwin. I lift his
nightshirt off, and take his penis so he could pee in the bottle.
He springs wood, and so do I. As I touch his penis, he screams
and so do I. Fuck I spray all over. He sprays all over
me. I look out the window and there’s Jerry playing Bill
Sykes. He’s flogging his monkey,
But I don’t wake up. I
just roll over and go back to my
dream. My semi-conscious notes that I have adjusted the size of
Greg’s boner to reflect what I saw.
Now I’m at school. The
game’s over and the guys are in the
shower. Oh god, I gotta shit, and the crappers are the other side
of the showers. So I go through, and there’s Greg waving at me,
well part of him’s waving and Jerry too. The other guys just moon
me. Anyway I get to the toilet, and turn to close the door.
No door. I shrug and get on the can, and I’m just transferring a
load when the super jocks come in and take my chair away.
So I just sit there on the
toilet, waiting for them to come back with
it, and it does come back. Except it’s Greg and he grins at my
boymeat. I look down and it’s pointing at my stomach and
drooling. He takes some toilet paper and wipes the drool.
Smiles at me and licks his lips and…
I wake up moaning
again. Look at my clock and it’s already 7
am. I gotta shit bad too! Better hurry! I throw back
my covers and moan. Christ, it happened again. There’s wet
stuff and dry stuff all over. Twice! Oh well, no time to think
gotta hurry. So I get in my steed and take off. Fuck here I
am in the hallway bareass. I check the ‘rent’s door and its shut,
so I scoot into the toilet and drop a real stinky. I’m gagging
here! Anyway, it’s done. So I transfer my nerdy bod to the
shower and clean up. I notice that one part of me’s not
nerdy. I grin. Get out of the shower, drape a towel over my
lap, and go back to my room. Wonder if I’ll see Greg today. He
said he’d try.
Fuck! I had a great
time at Nicky’s house. I went up hoping
I could see him maybe try the friend thing. He is sitting in his
driveway bouncing the b-ball and I scared the crap out of him. We
talk a bit and I shoot some hoops, and then move his chair. Geez
I thought he was going to bite me. How was I to know not to help
unless he asked? Anyways he tries to hit the basket and finally
makes it. His dad was watching. And looked all proud and
shit. They invited me for dinner and I had to explain about my
mom. His dad was real cool, phoned mom and sounded better than
that preacher dude. I got to stay and eat then Nicky showed me
his room. He has a computer and everything.
He lented me his spare
glasses. Holy shit! Every thing like
jumped into focus. I looked at him and my infected dick stared to
swell and drip. I noticed he had a lump in his pants… maybe he
has an infection too.
He asked me if I can come
back over tomorrow. If I can ditch
bible classes I will. I’ll tell mom I have to do English and
Nicky said he would help me. Wow I have a frie….
What the hell is going on
here, I am like in the olden days, all Oliver
Twisted and everything. Nicky is here and there is Jerry the Jock
and lots that I don’t know, then Nicky touches my dick and out shoots
the stuff again, and he shoots stuff too.
Then we are in school walking
down the hallway, both of us.
Carrying a suitcase. Its heavy and then we open the lid and there
is Jerry, all curled up in the suitcase.
What the fuck! That
freaked me out. What is Jerry doing in
a suitcase? I wonder if Nicky has these fucked up dreams.
Wonder how do I ask him about this infection thing. It squirted
all over again.
After I took my shower I had
a talk to mom. I asked if I could go
and study, at Nicky's, maybe get him to help me pass English or
something. I think mom was drinking early today, she finally said
I could go as long as I called if I was going to be later than 7.
She said she thought Nicky's dad sounded respectable and like a good
Yessss! I can go to his
house all day if his dad says its
ok. I’m gonna run over there now. It’s so cool having a
The bell dings. Mom
calls me, its Greg wouldn’t you know it I’m
on the can again. I hear Mom telling Greg to go on to my
room. Before I can do anything he’s moving fast down the
hall. Fuck I didn’t shut the door all the way. I pop one,
just as he glances in, looking for my room. Oh god, he sees my
boner! He pops one too. I blush, he blushes. Just
like in my dream! Don’t let him come in. Oh God, don’t let
He’s standing there watching
as my penis dribbles. Staring right
at me, the perv. Heh, he looks real cute with his mouth open like
that! And he’s got a damp spot in front of his shorts too.
I break eye contact and he blushes again. So do I.
I finish up, pull up my
sweats and spin into my room. He’s
sitting on the bed. Oh crap, he’s crying!
I touch his knee, and he
jumps! Wheelchair’s real quiet!
But he’s got his left hand covering his crotch and he’s still
crying. Then I smell that bleachy smell and I guess he spermed
his pants or nearly. Keeps babbling he’s sorry. He’s got an
infection… I finally punch his arm, and he’s shocked! Takes his
hand off to rub it, and yep! He spermed right in his
shorts. Big wet spot. Time to bring in the
re-enforcements. I go get Dad. But first I give him the
Kleenex, and tell him to wipe his nose, and then I nod at his
crotch. He gets the idea and he wipes it! He sits there
looking at the Kleenex, and I finally take them from him and toss them
in the basket.
Anyway, Dad. I told him
what happened, and he didn’t even
blink. We went back to my room and Greg got a condensed version
of Boysex 101. When Dad finished Greg was looking happier and
relieved. Poor guy! Dad even got a pair of Kev’s old shorts
and a tee, and took the spermy ones away. Dad was doing the PC
thing he said the nuns taught him about custody of the eyes, but not
me. Shit his pubes are so blond they’re almost white. And
his dick’s about the same size as mine soft – which means not big, in
case you’re wondering. Dad takes the stuff to my dirty clothes
hamper and takes the whole thing out. On the way he grabs a book
from my shelves and tosses it to me.
So for the next hour, we
review a dorky book Mom gave me for my
Happening To My Body? And by the time we
went for a snack, he was completely clued in.
Then we got back to Oliver
until lunch, and Dad decreed a play
break. I explained about the glasses and Dad and Mom look at each
other. When we finished playing Dad went to the drugstore and got
Greg a pair! How neat is that! He said he would talk to his
mom again, so she wouldn’t have a fit.
So we get back to Oliver and
Artful’s just made Oliver take off his new
clothes and put on his old ones, the perv. Stood right there and
watched him. Wonder if he got a boner? I turn to Greg to
share this, and he’s sleeping. So I do the same. Sunday
naps are great.
It’s all olden day shit
again. Nicky is talking like in that
book, and tells me to change out of my clothes. My dick is so
hard and he is helping me get out of the pants. Just like in the
book he showed me his dick is almost as big as mine and waving all over
He puts his hand on my dick
and I touch his, and together we
move. Ohh I am shooting and so is he.
In a field with green grass
and sunshine. So warm I pull off my
shorts and shirt. I help Nicky take off his shorts and
shirt. His hair is brown and curly. I see a drop form on
his dick and before I know what I am doing I have his dick in my
mouth. Oh oh he is doing it to me too oh.
I am half awake, Nicky is
beside me my head is in his lap and he has a
huge wet spot on his shorts. I open my eyes…
Awake my head on Nicky’s lap,
his shorts wet under my mouth. I
look up and see him looking at me. Fuck. Shit. What
have I done?
He is smiling and stroking my
hair. I feel so relaxed. My
shorts are wet, but who…
Mmm so tired. His hands
rubbing my head.
Nicky is walking holding my
hand. I can see everything
clearly. There is a hill and a cave. Blue light flows from
the cave. Nicky is holding my hand…
Greg was pushing me through a
field and he was naked. He stops
and takes off my shorts and undies. He stares at my cock, and
pets my pubes. He’s cooing! And I reach over and pet his
gold pubes and I coo too. We grin at each other. Then he
leans toward me and his dick is in my face, so I lick the end!
Then I take it all in, and he shoots in my mouth. … I shoot straight
up, and he gets it on his chin… Shit even a bit on the end of his nose!
I wake up… my hands are in
Greg’s hair, and he’s drooling in my
lap. Shit no. I spermed in my pants, and he’s lying in
it! He’s asleep, and so …
Now we’re hand in hand and
walking towards a cave. There’s this
eerie blue light coming out of it like in those Twilight Zone videos
Dad likes to watch.
We’re walking… I’m walking …
wheredafuck’s my chair. I can’t walk… I
I wake up. Shit I fell
asleep. But we’re under a blanket
now, and it feels good. I check and my shorts are gone.
Geez it musta been Dad! I look for Greg and he’s zoned out beside me,
holding on to my waist. His ass is sticking outa the blanket and
it’s bare too! Crap. How we gonna explain this one?
Dad comes in with my laundry
basket, and winks. Supper’s
ready! Supper? Ohmigod we slept for like two hours.
Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck, I wake up
and Nicky’s dad is lookin at us.
Fuck I’m bare naked and under a blanket. I have my arm around him
fuck. What’s his dad gonna say? How the hell did I loose my
“Have a good nap guy?
Supper is in 15 minutes. Why don’t
you two grab a shower? Here are your shorts and shirts, don’t
forget to dress.”
This is too much!
Nicky’s dad just helps Nick into his chair, and
walks out. I help him into the tub. There is this seat
thing and the shower is on a hose. I was just standing there with
nothing on, and Nicky looks at me and giggles and blushes.
“Don’t just stand there hop
in. We only got a few minutes.”
I step in the tub and Nicky
starts to hose me down.
“Grab the soap Greg, when dad
says supper soon he means it.”
“Your dad is so cool; I wish
I had a dad. I am so embarrassed he
saw me naked though.”
“Who do you think got us
naked and under the blanket? The house
“What’s a house elf?”
“You know from Harry Potter?”
“Geeze it’s an awesome series
of books and movies you never heard of
“Oh I get it there’s magic
and stuff your Mom would probably
object. Hey if I ask dad maybe he can convince her to let you
sleep over and we can watch the first one. If you want.”
“Ya I never get to sleep
over, but I doubt she will let me.
School tomorrow. And evil is everywhere she thinks.”
“Duh it’s a long
weekend. No school tomorrow. I’ll ask dad.”
The whole time we are talk’n,
Nicky is looking at me and his dick gets
hard, and my dick gets hard. I don’t help him wash and he don’t
help me, but I want to. After him getting mad with me moving his
chair I don’t want to do anything to make him mad again.
“Ask him what?” Nicky’s
dad says from outside the tub.
Fuck! My dick droops,
one minute it’s like all hard and stuff,
next softer than a rope.
“Dad can Greg sleep
over? It’s a long weekend and he has never
heard of Harry Potter, and maybe you can talk to his mom and he can
sleep in my room and we can talk and stuff.”
“We’ll see, get dressed and
come and eat first.”
Nicky’s dad is so cool, we
had hamburgers cooked on a grill in the back
yard, and I got to eat two. He went in and was on the phone for
like a half an hour. When he came out again he had a Bible in his
“Your mother said yes you can
stay the night but you have to be home at
six pm tomorrow at the latest. And I have to give you a Bible
reading tonight. She left it up to me to find a good
reading. You ready?”
“Right tonight’s reading is
Song of Solomon 1:1-4
1 The Song of Songs, which is
2 Let him kiss me with
the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is
better than wine.
3 Because of the savour
of thy good ointments thy name is as
ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
4 Draw me, we will run
after thee: the king hath brought me into
his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy
love more than wine: the upright love thee.”
I sat there stunned, Nicky
started to blush. His dad closed the
Bible and went back in the house. Nicky and I just stared at each
After supper, I told Greg we
should read some more Oliver, it’ll keep
the ‘rents happy and if we work hard we can get Oliver outa the
clutches of Fagin and into the clutches of Brownlow, that old
perv. He snorts and gets a stiffy. So do I. He’s
checking me out too. I hug him and we begin to read. It
really is a neat book. Greg makes some comments as we read and I
can see he’s enjoying it too.
At 8:30 we take a pee break,
and while he’s peeing I go to Mom and get
the popcorn organized, grab some drinks and rescue Harry from the
Mom comes in as we were
setting up and suggested we get in our jammies,
and snuggle under the covers to watch the movie. Jammies geez!
But it’s a good idea, so we
do. Except Greg keep his undies on,
and so do I. We get comfy and put the popcorn between us, and I
bring in the movie.
We watch the movie. Greg’s
real quiet and watching it and
gasping. I told him wait ‘til he sees Chamber of Secrets.
When it’s over Mom comes in again and tells us to settle down. So
we do. But we lay there and whisper for hours. I never had
anyone over before. It’s fun. Finally we heard Dad get up
and pee, and he looked in on us and mouthed us “Go to sleep now”.
He grinned and closed the door. And we’re asleep.
I’m with Greg. Oh
shit! We’re naked again. Not hard
though. He’s holding my hand, and we’re in a cave. There’s
this weird blue light, and then we can see a glowing stalagmite.
I gasp and drop Greg’s hand and reach to touch it. So does he!
Now I’m in a field, with
daisies and sunflowers… butt naked and dancing
with my wheelchair. No sign of Greg. I shrug. I
continue to dance. Suddenly, Greg appears, dancing in front of me
en pirouette. He takes my hand… and then I don’t remember
Nicky’s Dad is so cool!
I get to sleep over and watch this
totally wild movie about a kid wizard. There’s spells and he
hates his aunt and uncle, and he flies on a broom and stuff.
There is this real asshole guy and some of the teachers are
creepy. I never get to see a movie, and we had popcorn and he has
a TV in his room and it was so cool.
I think he really likes me, I
am sitting in his bed and we are talking
and shit. His mom comes in and tells us to calm down so we are in
the dark with this night light thing that comes on all by it’s self
when it’s dark. And we just talk. I never had anyone to
Anyways his dad comes in and
tells us to get some sleep. I don’t
even remember saying night.
There is this field and
flowers and stuff and I see Nicky he is
grooving and dancing to this band. There is like speakers and
guitars wailing away and a real heavy beat. I start to dance what
the fuck I don’t know how to dance but I am shaking and dancing and
Nicky is laughing too.
I am so happy. He is happy and we
are happy. Shaking and rocking. That blue light is like a
spot light. Coming out of the cave. It’s so bright but
pulses in time to the music.
Nicky grabs my hand and we
move up to the cave and look inside.
There is this pointy rock thing in the middle of a pool. And the
pool is all sparkly. I can see into the water and its bottom is
Nicky pulls me in the water
and I get all warm all over. It
starts in my middle and gets bigger and hotter. Nicky’s dick is
throbbing to the beat of the music, and mine is too. Bobbing in
the water. I feel so good. I wonder if this is what having
a brother is like…
I’m getting used to this
spermy stuff every fucking morning. At
least I still have my jams on and my undies. I guess I dint
scream or moan too loud cuz Nicky is still sleeping. I don’t want
to disturb him he looks so happy sleeping. I grab the Twisted
book. It is pretty good. And, using those new glasses I
got, reread the last chapter.
I’m reading and I hear Nicky
start to moan a bit. I look over and
he has the goofiest face, and is stroking his dick and is still all
asleep. He crunches up and moans loud and pushes. Then
sighs this huge sigh.
I feel like a perv, watching
my best friend play with his dick till he
sperms, and my dick is hard again. Still sticky and wet from my
dream. I really want to jerk off like that book he showed me
said. But am afraid I’ll wake him up. Just touching it
gives me the shivers and I figure what the hell. We are both guys
and its not like he hasn’t seen my spermy pants before.
I wake up and lay there with
my eyes closed. My undies are full
of sperms again so I turn and reach for the facecloth and
tissues. Instead I bump into Greg’s hand. Oh My Shit, he’s
jerkin off and my hand is right on his dick Hmm it feels different from
mine – softer but harder too. I stroke his tip and he
moans and turns and stares at me. He gets this funny look in his
eyes, and sticks his hands right in my spermy pants and squeezes
Happy. It goes hard again. Geez I didn’t think it could do
that so quick. He rubs my sperms all over my dick and is jerkin
me off, so I stick my hand in his pants and start doing the same to
him. His tip is just a bit wet, so I guess he makes precum.
I don’t and Dad says some boys and men don’t either or not much.
It’s really cool, I can feel his heart beat, and then his toes curl and
he bucks and my hand is full of his jizz. And I fill his hand at
the same time. Shit how we gonna clean this mess up with one
cloth. He musta thought the same cuz he took his hand and wiped
it on my tummy, so I did the same to him. Felt weird. Nice
but weird. We grin at each other, and I take his pants off and
toss them in my basket, and he does the same to me. Then I get in
my chair, and we go into the bathroom and shower together. Greg
really likes the shower hose. We dry and he gets out and
positions my chair. We were leaving the bathroom when Dad comes
out in his boxers. He sees us and grins at us, and rushes
past. We hear him peeing and giggle. After breakfast I
suggest that we work on Ollie Twist again, and before you know it, its
lunchtime and we’re starving and Bill Sykes has hung himself.
What a neat story!
After lunch, we change into
play clothes. Greg’s my size, how
neat is that! My undies are tight on him though, but it looks
cute. He sees me staring and he pops a boner, and I do too.
We giggle and go play b-ball. Dad comes out and we play a little
of two on one and beat his elderly ass. Then its supper and
Greg’s gotta go home. He doesn’t want to, and I don’t want him
to, but he’s gotta go.
As he’s leaving he hugs my
mom and dad, and then he turns to me and
gives me a big hug too. Then mom and Dad are in the hug again,
and Mom kisses him and he blushes. Dad and me walk him home.
Nicky is so kewl, we spent
all afternoon reading and talking about the
English book. Then we beat the ass off his dad playing
b-ball. Nicky just needs to be in the right place and he can make
a basket almost every time. I can’t believe how his mom and dad
like me. We had more grilled burgers and I got to eat
three. Then I have to leave and his mom and dad give me a big
hug. I don’t know why but I turned and hugged Nicky like I would
never see him again. His mom got all teary and I thought I had
done something wrong. Then it was group hug time. It felt
good. To hug. And Nicky is so nice.
They walk me back to the
park; I’m kinda embarrassed about the trailer
we rent, but Nicky’s dad doesn’t seem to mind. We get to it and I
open the door. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Mom is passed out
again. The trailer stinks like puke. I go
over and shake Mom. She’s all cold and stiff.
Nicky’s dad is right behind
me. He takes one look and goes to the
phone. All I can do is stare at Mom. Nicky’s dad guides me
out side. I hear words but they don’t make any sense. I
feel arms on me. Pulling me. It’s Nicky; tears are coming
from his eyes, and he hugs me.
I can hear a siren.
Then it’s dark.
I wake up. It’s
dark. I roll over, giving Mr Happy a
companionable scratch. Hmm musta been tired, I still got my
unders on. As I wiggle, I feel someone beside me. Ohmigod its
Greg! Then I remember tonight. Greg fainted, and Dad
brought him back. When we got home, he put him in my bed, and I
lay down to comfort him.
I rub his tummy, then give
him a kiss. He sighs and turns to me
and hugs me. Still sleeping. My bedroom clock says its 1130
so I figure I might as well….
Greg and I are in the cave
again. Standing side by side.
Standing… I do a quick check and yep, we’re naked. Can hardly see
our penises though, huh. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Greg
without at least a semi. It looks cute all soft like that.
I look at him and grin. And he’s crying! I hear him, he’s
moaning Mom, Mom’s gone. I grab him and hug him tight, and we
look like we’re joined together in that blue light. The
stalagmite is glowing so white, it looks hot.
Then we’re in the field
again, still hugging, still naked, and whoops
here comes the pastor of Greg’s church. I know it's him, cuz Greg
described him to me. Told me what he said too. Heehee he
looks funny just wearing that jockstrap with his collar.
Then he’s grabbing me and
Greg and tears us apart. I see his
mouth working but no words yet. Then they’re there. Just
like he was preaching…
Sinful sons of Sodom!
See where your lust has got you! A
fine Christian woman like your mother shouldn’t have to put up with
you. I’ll take her away; you’ll never see her again! Not
even if you beg me on your knees!
On our knees, we’re there
now, and the pastor’s taken off his jock, and
he’s holding up his stomach, so we can see his … ohgod, he’s gonna make
Greg swallow it. He won’t he won’t! I won’t let him… won’t…
I wake up gasping, and
realize I’m in bed, and Greg is snoring beside
me. But now I got a stiffy, and so does he, and oh man, it’s
uncomfortable in my undies. I tug them off, and look and
Greg. I tug his off too. Geez, they were really squashing
him. They were tight. I hug him, and try to go back to
sleep. My stiffy is rubbing between his legs and his is doing the
same to me. I kiss him and then I’m asleep…
Back in the cave now, but
we’re holding hands, and our stiffies are
pointing at our chins. Greg looks at me, and grabs my hand
tighter, and he reaches out to the stalagmite. I figure WTF and
reach out too. We grab it together, and just then, I cum like old
Faithful. Oh FUCK!
Nicky and I are holding hands
in the field in front of the cave.
He is pulling me up to the mouth and we look inside. I feel the
cool wind making my cock shrivel up. I look at Nicky and I think
for the first time his dick is soft. I start to cry, and call for
my mom. Nicky holds me so tight. In the blue light he
strokes my hair and hugs me and just holds me.
Then we are in the field
again. My mom comes up in this
truck. She gets out and throws Nicky’s wheel chair in the
back. The preacher guy from her church gets out of the passenger
side and mom drives away. She doesn’t even look back she just
He’s preaching away bla bla
baa baa, and starts talking about blood of
a sheep or something. He starts stripping down and each thing he
drops bursts into a puff of flame and smoke. Finally he is down
to his collar and a jock strap and his collar is a wide leather
thing. His huge belly hangs down he pulls his fat up and slides
his greasy hand down and fishes his dick out.
He starts screaming about my
mom and tells us to get on our knees and
pray. Nicky is trying to get up and stop him from getting
closer. The preacher guy gets real close and drops his fat belly
on my head. He is going to try to make me put…
I wake up struggling, tossing
my head back and forth. I feel
something warm on top of me. Oh it’s Nicky and we are
naked. Mmmm that feels good; he’s rubbing his dick against
mine. Oh that feels good. I close my eyes and hug and rock
We’re in that cave now, but
we’re holding hands, and our dicks are
pointing at our chins. Nicky looks at me, and grabs my hand
tighter, and he reaches out to the stalagmite. I figure WTF and
reach out too. We grab it together, and just then, I cum like old
Faithful. Oh FUCK!
Huh, what’s Dad doing
here? Oooh, God! I just came, Greg
just came, and we’re bareass in bed, and Dad is standing there.
Oh shit, it’s like 9:00 and we just missed the school bus.
I look up at Dad and he just
grins. He’s still in his
boxers? What’s going on? He reaches out and tucks me under
his right arm, and then he reaches for Greg and tucks him under his
left arm. Then he runs screaming from the room an dumps us both
in the tub and sprays us with cold water. By this time we’re all
screeching, and Dad is just as wet as we are and covered with our
sperms too. But he’s still laughing, and where’s Mom?
He adjusts the water and then
he washes us both carefully, even our
privates. Hehe, I guess they’re not so private any more.
Then he kisses us both, and then dries first Greg and then me, then
takes us back to my – our – room. Breakfast in 10, he says, and
uh guys, sheets in the wash on your way out. Then he heads back
to the shower, and I hear him singing some golden oldie called O
Perfect Love. Trust me you don’t want to ever hear my Dad
Dreaming dreams of
dreams. Flashes of light, flashes of insight.
Flashes of memories all mixed up and confused. Melting magic moments of
the mind. Slippery thoughts of memories. Stillness broken by
muted sounds of life.
How did we get from here to
there? How did we become one?
Have we become one? What’s happening? Is Nicky Nicky?
Am I me? How did it all come together? Did we get what we
wanted? Do we want what we wanted?
I hear sounds of passion, I
feel the bed moving, I know that it’s
Nicky. Who else could it be? I open my eyes and watch my
boyfriend, my brother, my lover writhe in ecstasy. We kid each
other now. He will pull it off, or I will chew it to a
stub. Neither of us can get enough it seems. Nicky is
sprawled out, cum all over himself, with a shit eating happy smile on
his face. He’s happy. Am I? Has my life
changed? When did it change?
I sit up. Sunlight streaming
into the second story window. Now
that’s weird! The patterns on the wall, shadows of the big oak
tree from the yard. It feels like summer, proper summer,
the real summer you get after the seasons change. Life renewed
after winter's rest.
I must have had another wet
dream I am covered in sperms. I get
up and stretch and scratch my balls. I giggle at the joke Nicky
told me, “why do girls rub their eyes in the morning? Cuz they
don’t have balls to scratch!”
I hear the lawn mower make
another loop of the yard, and I kiss my
Nicky fully awake. He opens his eyes and stretches then scratches
his balls. Standing he comes over and takes my hand.
Holding hands we walk to the adjoining bath and step into the
shower. Our morning ritual; wash and touch each other. My
fingers trace along his body, touching the scar on his back, raised and
white against the tan of his skin. He shivers under my touch and
returns the butterfly like motions soothing the unruly hairs down
across my body.
Refreshed and clean we walk
hand in hand back to our room. Fuck
what a mess. Shorts, socks, pants all over the place.
I remember something about a
cave, and a pool and Nicky. I
remember wishing for something. I remember playing b-ball.
I remember a trailer. I remember a flash of light.
In the mess we help each
other pick out shorts and T-shirts.
Anything is possible if you want it hard enough, anything can be done
if you take one step at a time.
I still can't remember what
happened. It doesn't matter.
Are all dreams one dream? Can two boys, two men, share a
dream? Slip through the fabric of space and time? Is this a
dream? Am I awake? Are we awake or asleep?
I hear our son Oliver bang
into the kitchen. Yard work done,
he’ll want his allowance, and be off on his bike, to have his own
youth, to be with his friends perhaps to find a perfect soul mate.
Love will find a way, live in
the moment, and plan a path to
happiness - it could happen to you too.
I smell new mown grass.
As I move into the hall I can smell
Oliver. I smell the coffee. I smell my love, my mate, my
Out of the autumn, out of the
winter, we have passed through spring.
A real summer indeed.