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SUMMER OF EIGHTH GRADE -- Chapter Three

Art and I headed back to my house, I was still happy that I found another guy like me. Here it was just a couple of days since he moved into the neighborhood and we had already sucked each other off.

I was just 13 years old, between 8^th grade and high school, Art was a year older and going into 10^th. I had only started to masturbate just a couple of months ago. I had a little soft down like hair around the top of my penis, it was not very noticeable. My balls did not have any hair yet, but they were darker and about the size of a small pecan. I had no hair on my legs. When I was hard, my penis was about 5 inches or so long and was not very thick. I was cut. I could jackoff about 2 or 3 times per day. I liked to do it in front of the mirror in the bathroom and cum into the sink. Also, would do it in bed or in the shower. Before Art moved into the neighborhood, I would jack off thinking about either one of the neighbor girls or sometimes I would think about one of the boys on the swim team. I just did not like to think about boys, but my mind would always end up there eventually.

That all changed when Art arrived. He was only a year older, but physically he was much more developed. He had a full set of course hair around his penis and his chest, arms and legs had hair. Normally I did not think I would like a guy with a lot of hair, but Art was different. He was cut, like me. He was Jewish, unlike me. He had curly head of hair. His penis was bigger, like I said and his balls larger and darker in color.

Now to pick up where we left off, Art and I walked up to my house and my Mom was in the kitchen. My Dad had left for work. It was early in the summer and the swim team had not yet started practice. Since it was Monday the country club was not open.

My mom said to us, `Good Morning Boys, hope you had a fun evening?' We both said, `oh yes'.

My mom made us some breakfast. After we finished Art said that he should head home and help unpack his room.

I said to Art, `Let me know if you need to use the shower again'. Art said, `I will."

My mom was getting the kitchen cleaned up and she was going to get ready to head to her part-time job. She worked at a nursing home and tended to the residents. She worked only part-time in the summer. She usually left around 10:00 and would get around 5:00 in the afternoon.

After my mom left, I had the house to myself. I had time to think about what just occurred in the last 48 hours. Art turned my world upside down. I was laying on my back in bed and naturally thinking about sucking Art's penis and he sucking mine and I developed a hard-on. I did not want to waste a whack and decided to take a cold shower. After the shower I dressed in my shorts and a t-shirt and headed out to ride around the neighborhood.

I went for a long ride around the park and then over and around the school. I had a lot to think about and was gone for a few hours. It was getting hot for early June of 1974. On my way back I would drive by Art's house. I then seen him taking out the trash.

I yelled over and said `Hi'.

Art said, `Hi', back and I asked him `How is it going?'.

Art said, `I have my room set up and the house is in pretty good shape, but the water won't be turned on until tomorrow, and I am sweating, and I stink.'

I laughed and said `You can use my shower', I paused and said `But no-one else is home.'

Art said, "That sounds like a plan, I will be up in a few minutes'

I rode my bike up to my house and it was about 3:00 in the afternoon. My mom and dad would not be home until well after 5:00. I parked the bike and went up to my room and sat down, I was nervous.

The doorbell rang, and I ran down to answer. Art was at the door, wearing a baseball hat and he had on a t-shirt and shorts. He was carrying a bag. I let Art in and we both went up to my room. Art dropped his bag and was kind of looking around my room again, he found these swim photos of me from last year and was thumbing thru them, he came to the one photo with me in a speedo and with both of my hands in the air. It was taken last summer, before my penis started to get bigger. He pointed out that I had no hair in my pits.

I said to Art, `Well nothing has changed there, see.' Art looked and said, `Davey, I have some' and with that he then pushed me down on the bed and was rubbing his sweaty arm pit in my face. He was laughing, and I was laughing. He did stink, but I didn't care.

He was on top of me in my bed, face to face about 6 inches from my face to his face. I then without thinking just kind of moved up and kissed him on the lips. Just a peck. He looked at me, then smiled and then put his whole weight of his body on my body and kissed me back. I was loving it, he and I kissed and made out on my bed. I had never in my life had kissed another person like I did with Art. It just seemed so natural.

Art said, `I think I need to take that shower.' I said, `I agree.'

Art got off me and stepped on to the floor of my bedroom. He was facing me as I laid on top of my bed, he kicked off his shoes and socks, he then took off his shirt and tossed it aside. He then stepped out of his shorts and was standing there in his white briefs. He had an obviously boner and had a bunch of wet stains. He asked me, `So, do you need a shower?'

I said, `I think so', pretending to smell my own arm pit and making a funny face like I stunk. I moved up and sat on the edge of the bed facing Art. He reached over to me and took off my t-shirt and tossed it aside. He then rubbed my nipples and chest area and moved his hand down my torso rubbing me. He got to my shorts and grabbed a hold of them to pull them down, I helped by lifting my butt off the bed. He pulled down my shorts and my underwear and pulled off my shoes and socks. I was now naked on sitting on my bed. I had my 5 in penis hard and exposed to Art. I reached over to Art and pulled down his underwear and out popped his hard cock. I took a hold of it with my hand and just held it. Art then grabbed me by the arms and lifted up off the edge of the bed and led me to my bathroom. We both were naked and with raging hard-ons.

I had the forethought to run back and shut and lock my bedroom door.

Art and I went into the bathroom and I started the shower. He went in first and I followed right behind him. We showered together, and we soaped each other. I had the first real opportunity to run my hand over his curly head of hair. I washed every part of Art, I reached around and washed his butt checks and his penis. He was doing the same to me. We both did not move onto each other to get ourselves off. It seemed like we both just wanted to touch each other all over. I was hard and so was Art.

I could not take it anymore and started to move down to suck him off, when he stopped and said to me, `Hold off, I want to show you something'.

With that we finished in the shower and shut the water off. I was toweling off and so was Art and I heard a knock on my bedroom door.

It was my Mom and she just said that she just got home and wanted to know how I was doing.

I said, `All good Mom, I just got out of the shower, and will be down in a few minutes.' I said to Art, `Holly shit that was close, why don't you just stay here and when I leave, hop back into the shower and take a quick one, I will tell Mom you needed to take a shower since your water isn't on.' Art thought that was a good plan.

When my penis relaxed, which wasn't very hard to do have my Mom knocked on the door, I got dressed really quick and went down stairs shutting the door behind me. I could hear the shower running.

My Mom was in the kitchen pulling things out of the refrigerator and getting ready to start dinner. She saw me enter the kitchen and said, `Ok Davey, clean the vegetables and start the water for the spaghetti, I am going to change out of my work clothes, your Dad will be home after 6.' She then went up the stairs to her bedroom, it was then she heard the water running in my shower and she yelled down to me and said, `Did you leave the water running?'

I said `No, that is Art he is taking a shower, they won't have water until tomorrow.'

My Mom laughed and said, `That's fine, we can't have you stinking boys around the house.'

My Mom then opened my bedroom door and asked, `Art when you are done would you like to join us for dinner?'

I heard Art from the shower say, `I think so, my Parents had no plans, but let me check with them.'

I looked around the corner and could see my Mom enter into my room, I walked up the stairs behind, thinking to myself, `shit did we leave anything laying around?'

I looked into my room and could see Art and my clothing tossed onto the floor by the bed and my mom was picking up our underwear and looking at them. I would think she could see the wetness in the crouch area. I said, `Sorry Mom, I just tossed everything in a pile.' Art had brought his clean clothes. I am not sure, but I think she was now suspicious of something.

My Mom then dropped the underwear and left the room. I quickly separated our stuff tossing my into the hamper and tossing Art's into the bathroom. I made it a point to yell out to Art as I was shutting the bedroom door, `Okay Art, I am out of the room and you can come out of the shower now.'

With the arrival of my Mom, I did not get to learn what Art had in mind when he wanted to show me something.

Art came down and was dressed in fresh t-shirt and shorts and was carrying his bag of dirty clothing. He used the phone to call his Mom and asked if he could eat with us, apparently his Mom had dinner and he then left to head home. He thanked my Mom for letting him use the shower. My Mom said, `Anytime Art, I don't like stinking boys in my house.'

When Art left, my Mom asked why my bed was a miss and why the dirty clothing was all piled up by the bed. I quickly said, the bed was a mess because I took a nap after you left, and the clothing was all tossed there for me to pick up. I am not sure she believed me, but it seemed to satisfy her curiosity.

Wow that was a close call. If I did not lock my bedroom door she would have walked right in on Art and I in the shower, each with a hard-on.