From: jwhstloo@handy-man.com (Jack Fellowes)
Subject: NEW STORY: "Hide'n'S--k" ( t/b ) by Jack Fellowes (Copyright 1998 by the author)
Date: Tue, 31 Mar 1998 08:59:28 GMT
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NEW STORY: "Hide'n'S--k" ( t/b ) by Jack Fellowes (Copyright 1998 by the
author)

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There wasn't much to do in the summer in New Martinsburg, but us kids
always found something to keep us busy.

About ten of us lived in the same neighborhood between the business
district and the waterworks. We weren't all the same age, but we all
usually ended up at the Starks' place, because there weren't many other
kids close by and nowhere else to hang out. I'm Jerry, and I'd just
turned eleven and a half. Mary Kay Stark was ten, and she had three
brothers. Her older brother, Andy, was fourteen and the two younger ones
were eight and six. Donny Gillam was about my age and his twin sisters
were both thirteen. Richard Stucky, who lived on the other side of our
block, was ten. And there was Moose Dehner. I think his real name was
Maurice or something, but everybody had always called him Moose. He was
Andy's best friend, and he was fourteen, too.

Now you'd think I'd hang around mostly with Donny, but his mom didn't
like me and I didn't like her. My mom wasn't too hot on Donny, either,
so we only could get together at Mary Kay's. My mom and dad were at work
most of the timeint their store, where they sold candy, cigarettes,
papers, magazines, and stuff like that.

Anyway, the kid I saw the most of was Mary Kay. And I'd seen a lot of
Mary Kay. All of her, in fact. She showed me how to play doctor once
when none of the other kids were around. I don't know who taught her.
She always wanted to be the patient, so I could examine her. I wouldn't
have minded trading places once in a while, but she said she knew what
boys had down there and she didn't want to see or touch my thing. Truth
is, after I examined her once, I was pretty much bored with it. I'd
already found out that it was a lot more fun to play with my thing, than
with that little crack of hers.

I only did it to keep on her good side. Mary Kay's dad ran the funeral
home, so their place was like a castle that we could explore for hours
at a time. Their garage was our main headquarters. We spent a lot of
time playing in and around the hearse, two limousines, and the two other
sedans that were kept there, especially if it was raining, or if the
mosquitoes were really bad at night.

Lately it seemed Mary Kay's little brothers were always around, so that
put the kibosh on playing doctor. Andy ignored us most of the time
because we were just kids, but he and Moose were always playing
basketball out in front of the garage. Moose always had something funny
to say to us, especially me. When there was a visitation in the funeral
home, we all had to stay in the backyard. That was okay, too, because
the Starks' backyard was like a park. It was mostly enclosed by spirea
and forsythia bushes on two sides, and a terraced rock garden on the
other two sides. There was a goldfish pond in the middle of the yard,
big enough to drive a car into, because Andy did once. They had a jungle
gym and a swing set in the corner of the yard by the garage.

And there was still enough open yard to play baseball or tag or
whatever. If you climbed up through the terraces of the rock garden,
there was another hedge that hid the fence dividing the Starks' place
from their neighbors, old Mrs. Counts, who was a little loony, and Miss
Tesselman, the town librarian, who was the kind of person where you
never wanted to be caught in her yard after dark. People said she kept a
shotgun by her kitchen door to shoot trespassers.

So one evening when Mr. and Mrs. Stark were in the front of the funeral
home for visiting hours, and they had two bodies at the same time, Andy
had to get his suit on and help out. That left nine of us in the
backyard trying to figure out what to do. When the mosquitoes started
biting, the twins said they were going home and Donny better come too,
or their mom would get mad.

That left me and Mary Kay, her little brothers, Richard, and Moose, all
of us just hanging around on the jungle gym and the swings. It was
starting to get dark a little early, because it was a cloudy night and
you couldn't see the moon or the stars. So Mary Kay suggested we play
hide and seek. I figured Moose would just take off and go home, because
it was such a kids' game, but he didn't. Lately he'd been hanging around
with us younger kids a lot when Andy wasn't there. Like I said, he
seemed extra friendly with me lately, now that I was starting to get a
little taller. I guessed it was because I was getting to be more like a
guy instead of a little kid.

We did "eeny, meeny, miney, moe" and Mary Kay was "it." She closed her
eyes and leaned against the redbud tree and started counting. We all
started to take off in different directions, but Moose tapped me on the
shoulder and gave me a nod of his head, like, "Follow me." He took off
toward the rock garden and ran up through it and ducked under the hedge
right at the corner where Mrs. Counts' and Miss Tesselman's fences met.
I was right behind him.

It really surprised me that Moose was able to duck under the hedge so
easily, because he must've been at least six feet tall. But even though
he was pretty broad-shouldered, he was still kinda wiry. Anyway, as soon
as we got up to the fence, he put his finger to his lips to tell me
"Shhh," and showed me where the fence wires were cut leading into Mrs.
Counts' yard, right behind her garage. He went through and held it open
for me to follow him. On the other side, he led the way down the fence a
little until we reached a spot where the Starks' hedge grew through the
fence and met up with a couple of big bushes on Mrs. Counts' side.
Between them, right along the fence, was like a cave in the bushes.
Moose got down on his knees, crawled in first, and then sat back on his
heels. He motioned for me to come in toward him.

When I got close enough, he whispered, "Keep real quiet. She'll never
find us in here." I nodded and sat back on my heels like he did, facing
him. In the tight space, our knees were almost touching, but he was
kinda bent forward, so his face was even closer to mine.

The shrubs has some kind of little flowers on them, and I had hay fever.
I started to wheeze a little, and Moose knew I was going to sneeze. He
reached over real quick and sorta hammerlocked me with one arm and
pulled me around until I was sitting between his legs with my back to
him. He put his other hand over my nose and mouth to stifle my sneeze.
Then he pinched my nose shut, not real hard, but just held it like that.

He said, "You don't want to give us away, do you?" I shook my head no,
as much as I could, and he kept holding me like that, real still, for a
while. Except for having to breathe through my mouth, I wasn't real
uncomfortable. He wasn't holding me very tight, just enough to keep me
up against his body. His other hand just dangled down in front of my
chest. Gradually it just kept slipping down until it was resting right
on my zipper. I didn't need to sneeze any more, but Moose just kept
holding my nose real gently, like he was ready to stifle another sneeze
if it started.

We sat there absolutely quiet for a while. We could hear Mary Kay find
both her little brothers, and in a little while she found Richard. Once
she came pretty close to the other side of the fence where Moose and I
were hiding, but she didn't think to come through the hedge to the
fence. Even if she had, she might not have been able to see us.

When we heard her going back toward the back of the garage, Moose
whispered in my ear, "The Moose told you she'd never find us here." The
warmth of his breath in my ear, plus the combination of me leaning back
into his hard chest and the warmth of his body, plus his hand resting on
my crotch started making my dick get hard. I know he must have noticed
it, but he didn't say anything right away.

A few minutes later we heard Mary Kay's mom call the kids to come in,
and then Richard said goodnight and headed home, but we still didn't
move. Moose pressed down on my crotch and gave my hard dick a little
squeeze through my jeans. He whispered in my ear again, "What's this? Is
Jerry getting excited about hiding out with the Moose?" (He always
talked like that, calling himself "the Moose" instead of "I," like "The
Moose is hungry" or "The Moose wants a Coke.") "Jerry's little thing
likes the Moose's hand, doesn't it?" he asked, then he added, after he
gave my dick another squeeze, "but Jerry's little thing isn't so little
anymore, is it?"

I hadn't said anything yet, because it just felt so neat what he was
doing. After all, I'd been trying to get Mary Kay to play with my dick,
and now Moose was doing it without even being asked. He flipped open the
top button of my jeans and started pulling the zipper down. "Let's just
see what Jerry's got in here," he said, dropping his other hand down to
spread the flaps of my jeans apart. He slid his right hand under the
waistband of my jockeys and got a good grip on my hard dick. His big
hand almost covered all four and a half inches.

He pulled my shorts down with his left hand and looked around over my
shoulder to see my dick. He started to jack me off with his right hand,
just using his thumb and two fingers to stroke the skin on my dick up
and down. "Jerry likes that, doesn't he?"

I just went "Mm-hm," and settled back against him. I could feel his
hard-on pushing into my lower back.

He kept working on my dick, faster and faster. "Is Jerry going to juice
for the Moose?" he asked in a breathy whisper "Does Jerry shoot cum
yet?" I nodded yes, and started trying to fuck my dick up into his hand.

He suddenly stopped moving his hand and held my hips still. "What about
the Moose?" he said. "The Moose is getting pretty hot playing with
Jerry's cute little dick. Is Jerry going to help the Moose get his nut,
too?"

Right then, I would've kissed his smelly butt to get him to finish me
off, so I whispered back, "Yeah! Let me do you while you do me." I was
kind of curious to see how big Moose's dick was, anyhow. Whenever he and
Andy were playing basketball and a pretty woman would drive by, Moose
would grab his crotch, push his hips out, and say something like, "The
Moose needs some of that."

Moose pushed me away from him a little and helped me turn around to face
him. He kinda nudged me over so I was lying down on my side. Then he lay
down in the other direction, so my dick was right in front of his face,
and his crotch was in front of mine.

"Ready to meet the little Moose?" he said, starting to unsnap his jeans
and pull his zipper down. His jockeys bulged out between the flaps of
his jeans as soon as he unzipped. He lifted his hips a little, and slid
his jeans and jockeys down past his hips.

The little Moose wasn't very little. I couldn't believe how long and
thick it was. He wasn't circumcised, and the skin still covered most of
the head, even though his dick looked really hard. The end of it was
about six inches from my face. He skinned it back once, then pulled the
skin back up over the head again and let go of it. As the skin slid back
down a little, I could see that the end was wet, even as dark as it was
under the bushes. He didn't even have to tell me to put my hand on it. I
wanted to see what it felt like. I grasped the shaft with one hand and
pulled it away from his belly a little. My fingers wouldn't close around
it. I leaned in closer to get a better look as I started jacking the
loose skin up and down. He kinda sighed when I did that, and then he
started to jack me off again, nice and slow.

More juice bubbled out of his peehole, and with the finger of my other
hand, I touched it and rubbed it around the head of his dick. I pulled
my finger away and automatically put it under my nose to smell it. When
I did that, Moose said real quietly, "Taste it."

I didn't even think about it. I'd tasted my own, and I kinda liked it. I
touched my wet finger to my tongue and tasted Moose's juice. It was
kinda spicy, but a little sweet, too. I smacked my lips and went, "Mm,
mm, good!"

Moose gave a little laugh. "There's plenty more where that came from,"
he said. "Just do what the Moose does, and Jerry'll get a whole load of
Moose juice." And he leaned over and took my whole dick in his mouth and
started sucking on it.

It took me a minute to get my breath back, but what he was doing felt so
good I just had to try it on him. I opened my mouth as wide as I could
and moved toward his big dick. It was a pretty tight fit getting the
head in my mouth. I automatically covered my teeth with my lips because
I didn't want to scrape him, and I started feeling around with my
tongue.

Moose moaned around my dick. Then he slid an arm under me and rolled
over on his back, pulling me over on top of him. My dick was all the way
in his mouth, and his tongue was swirling all around it. I knew I
couldn't take much of that before I shot off.

While he was holding me around the butt with one arm, pushing my dick
into his mouth as far as it would go, he reached down with his other
hand and started guiding my head up and down on his dick. He started
pushing up with his hips, too, pushing more of his dick into my mouth. I
managed to get about half of it in each time, about three or four
inches.

Moose's tongue action was driving me crazy. I just kept trying to push
my whole lower body into his mouth. He did open wider and suck my whole
ball sack in, too. I was wiggling all over him and the ticklish feeling
was getting stronger than ever before. I started trembling, getting
ready to shoot. My cream started to shoot into Moose's mouth, and right
then he pushed down hard on the back of my head and fucked up into my
mouth at the same time. His whole dick just burrowed right on down my
throat. I wanted to gag and cough, but my mouth and throat were so full
I couldn't do anything, even pull off, because he held my face down
tight against his dick hair with his hand.

I felt his dick swell up even more, and the first blast went right down
my throat. He held me real still while the second and third explosions
were going down, and then he started to relax a little. He let go of my
head, and I immediately pulled up to gasp in some fresh air. But when I
saw the fourth shot of his juice starting to squirt out, I put my mouth
back on the end of his dick and sucked it up. I just kept sucking and
licking up the next two or three shots, until Moose pulled my head off
and held me so I couldn't reach his dick with my tongue. I just grabbed
the shaft with both hands and milked up another drool of juice, which I
gathered up with my fingers and brought to my mouth.

Moose finally just lifted me up and flipped me around so we were face to
face. He held me tight against him in a bear hug, his big dick poking up
between my thighs. "The Moose hopes he didn't hurt Jerry, because Jerry
made the Moose feel real good!" he said. "And Jerry liked getting
sucked, too, didn't he?"

I looked right in his face. "Jerry liked getting sucked, Jerry liked
having the juice sucked out of him, Jerry liked sucking on the little
Moose... and most of all, Jerry loves Moose juice! Jerry wants more!"

Moose laughed and hugged me harder. Then he grabbed me by the ears and
held my face right above his. He lifted his head and gave me a great big
kiss. His tongue pushed between my lips and dug right into my mouth.
Mary Kay had tried to teach me to French kiss, but it was never as great
as that. We really swapped spit and tongue-dueled for two or three
minutes

He held my head up again and looked at me, smiling. "If Jerry wants
more, the Moose will make sure Jerry gets more, all he wants."

The Moose was a man of his word. I found out why he and Andy were such
good friends: Andy's was as long as Moose's, but real thin and
circumcised. After Moose told Andy about me, they invited me to start
hanging out with them in Moose's basement rec room. Two of us would play
Ping-Pong, so Moose's parents wouldn't come down to see why we were
being so quiet, and the other guy would get under the table and take
care of the little Moose, the Andy cane, or the Jerry-sicle. Eventually
Richard Stucky joined our little crowd, too, after over a couple of
years I watched the Rick-a-dick grow, almost to rival the little Moose
in skin, length, thickness, and shooting power.

Mary Kay got really pissed off at me for leaving her in the lurch, so
she decided Donny would be her new boyfriend and future husband. I could
tell just about exactly the time when Mary Kay showed Donny how she
liked to play doctor. And I think he must've changed her mind about
trading off on who would be doctor or patient, because Donny went around
looking as happy as she did most of the time. I know I was.

(THE END)

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