Date: Fri, 19 Feb 2010 01:42:33 -0500 From: Dave Gabriel Subject: me and my friend's dad -6 I hung out with Billy a lot the rest of that year and we had a good time. He slept over once and my mom caught us jerking off together under the covers in my bed one time which was really lame. I sucked his dick one more time too which was cool but he got sort of macho about it after that and didn't want to do too much stuff. I didn't see Mr. Grimley hardly at all because we were mostly at their Mom's place. Last summer a couple weeks before my 15th birthday something really cool happened with David though. I had seen him on and off when I'd be hanging out with Billy and I always thought about that time we took a shower together when he was 10 and our dicks were hard and we rubbed against each other. I jerked off about him too, I guess I might as well say. Sometimes I felt weird because he was so young. But when this stuff happened last summer he was 12. Still pretty young I guess but hell I'm not that old either. Billy and David's Mom's place is near my house and there's some woods behind it. Behind the woods there's this cool park where there's a park with a petting zoo and some other silly stuff but it's cool because there's lots of bike trails back there and some cool streams and this bridge that's kind of hidden. Not too many people are ever there and you can kind of get lost in the woods. I go there a lot when I want to be by myself. I was riding my bike around in August in the afternoon and it was pretty hot and kind of sticky weather. I headed over to the park and I was gonna smoke this half joint I had. I've smoked pot since I started high school and I have a connection from this guy Rick. I had just seen him and he sold me a bag for 25 dollars which is a lot of money for me at least. I wanted to make the pot last. It was pretty good and I didn't need that much to get high. I like to get high alone - I like to smoke with other people but it's fun alone and then I think about stuff, or listen to music, or goof out on the internet or TV, or usually I jerk off and I go kind of slow and make a really cool fantasy and usually I come really hard. That day I was there with my bike and was smoking against a tree. I had gone pretty close to Billy and David's backyard and could see it. They had a fence between their yard and the park. I saw David there playing around. He was playing croquet all alone and I thought it was pretty stupid and kind of funny - to be playing croquet all alone. I smoked my pot and then sat there and watched him. He looked up after a while and looked my way and I realized he smelled the pot smoke. He came closer and I thought about running away but I wanted to see him and I was high and I felt a tingling in my belly like I was nervous which was funny because after all he's younger than me, just a kid - why should I be nervous. Well I guess it's because I was high - which I really was. Sometimes it's like that when you're high on pot - it's like you're all awkward and want to crawl into a shell. Everything gets really intense. I guess actually I could have left and smoked the pot somewhere else when I saw him. I guess maybe I wanted him to smell it and find me. David came right up to the fence and looked in the woods and saw me. He looked and squinted and said, "Bradley!" After that he walked a little ways down to where they had dug under the fence a little and broken the bottom. He crawled under there and came towards me. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "Just hanging out," I said. My voice was all dry and I felt kind of stupid. "You're smoking something!" I didn't say anything. I just looked at him and kind of smiled. I tried to think of something else to say. "What are you doing? I saw you playing croquet there." "Yeah. It's stupid." He stood there and then started kicking the dirt with his sneakers. "You play here a lot still? Billy and I used to come back here all the time." "Yeah sure. It's cool back here. Then it goes out to the trails. But I've got some secret places I go." "Cool. You guys still have the treehouse?" "Yeah." They had a tiny treehouse Mr. Grimley built them years ago. It was big enough for three kids tops. "What are you doing now? I mean - you wanna go there?" I asked. I don't know what I was thinking. I wanted to hang out with him. He was really really cute and I felt like I was finally with him after a long time of thinking about him. David looked at me and kicked the dirt around and then he smiled a little. It's like he knew I thought he was cute. "You want to hang out with me?" he asked like he was making fun of me. I felt dumb right away. I didn't say anything and I guess he could see I felt silly. He said, "Yeah sure," really fast. "Where's your mom? Is Billy around?" "No. Billy's with my Dad and my Mom's teaching summer school for another hour. She told me to stay home but I always go in the woods. Come on!" "Pull me up!" I said and stuck out my hands. He looked at me and smirked and then stuck out his hands and I grabbed them. His hands were all clammy and warm probably from the croquet bat. It didn't matter anyways I just wanted to hold his hands and he pulled me up a little as best he could, digging in his feet in the ground and he kind of grunted. "Thanks! You're strong," I said and I ruffled his hair. He looked down kind of shy. I guess I was trying to - what do you call that - seduce him? It was weird. I felt like some older guy for the first time - this older 15 year old dude smoking pot wanting to hang out with him. We walked for a while along the side of his yard and there was the tree house with a little ladder nailed to the tree that their Dad made. Three steps and we were up there. There was no door - you had to climb over the wall. And then we sat there and peered over the edge of the wooden walls. It was just high enough so if you sat you were hidden. We sat down. "Cool," I said. David giggled. "You're silly," he said. He sounded older than me I thought and I felt like he was kind of controlling me. I blushed a little bit because I felt stupid wanting to hang out with him so much and I felt like he could see through me. "What was that stuff you were smoking?" he asked. "I smelled it. was it pot?" "Maybe." "It was pot. Billy had some. I've seen it. Let me see it." I took out the roach and showed it to him. He leaned over and sniffed it. "Ewww," he said. "Gross." He looked at me and then he did something funny. He grabbed my arm and squeezed it and said, "You shouldn't do that!" He said it like an adult like he was punishing me and his eyes looked really angry but also worried. It was weird and it made me feel bad, like guilty. "It's bad for you!" he said. And then we sat there for a while and I didn't anything. Finally he asked me, "What does it do?" "It feels good. I don't smoke it too much. I won't do it too much anymore. I promise." "Good," he said. Now he was all soft. Shit he had me under control. I felt my dick getting hard and I felt a lump in my throat like emotion. It was weird. I still had the same strong feeling about David that I had two years ago - it hadn't left at all. It's like it had even gotten stronger in two years. "It makes you feel good. It makes your body feel good," I said. He smiled. "How?" "All over." "Does it make your dickie hard?" He still called dicks "dickie" just like he did when he was 10 but I thought that maybe he was making fun of me a little bit. Still I couldn't help it and I said, "Yeah, sometimes." He giggled and kind of squealed for a while and I laughed and I blushed probably. Then he said, "Show me!" I said, "No way! Not right now just like that!" "Oh come on!" David said and then it was really funny because he sounded sort of more gay. And he was smiling and he looked at me and his eyes were wide and he grabbed my arms and squeezed them. "Show me! Show me your hard penis!" And I giggled when he said penis and he laughed some more and he squeezed my arms some more. And my dick really started to get hard. "Nooo!" I said. But I was giggling and it wasn't a real no. I felt funny about showing him my dick. "Why not?" he said and then he got serious and talked more quiet. "I already saw your penis in the shower and you were hard. Do you remember?" He was still holding my arms and now I was totally hard because it felt like he was holding me how do you say kind of romantic. It was different. And he was so cute with his big eyes looking at me all serious. "That's true," I said. "I just don't want to do too much with you - you're younger than me." "What does that matter?" he said and he looked pissed. He started to let go of my arms and I grabbed his hands and held them. His hands were all clammy. "I mean, I just mean - I'll do that but we should do stuff slower...if you want." "Okay," he said, and he smiled. "Like what?" We sat there for a while and I said, "Just like this." I was holding his hands and I was looking at them and I was touching them. His hands felt great and I squeezed them and really looked at them. I was tracing the lines on his palms and on his wrists. He let me do it and my dick was so hard and it felt so good to be with him and he didn't mind. "You like my hands?" he asked real quiet. "Yeah. They're cool." He stuck them out more. I touched his arms and rubbed them and he kind of shivered. "Feels good when you touch me," he said and just watched me. I looked at his face and he looked at me and I touched his cheek. Then it was like he got embarrassed and he said, "That's baby stuff," and kind of turned his head but turned it into me so I nuzzled his neck a little which was really soft. Then he giggled and moved away. We sat there for a while and then I said, "Should we take off our shirts?" David didn't say anything. I pulled my tee-shirt up and over my head and put it on the floor. He looked at me and then after a few seconds he did the same. He was without his shirt and me too. I looked at him. "Can I rub you some more?" I asked and I felt kind nervous to ask but was so excited and my voice shook a little. He was a little nervous and a little shy I think and stayed looking down but he nodded after a while. David was so soft and I think I was kind of in love with him. I wanted to hug him and hold him but I knew I couldn't do that cause it would be too much. I started on his shoulders and felt them and he shook a little when I touched them. His body was shaking a little and it made me think of this hamster my sister had that shook when you picked it up because it was scared and sometimes peed a tiny bit on you. Hi shoulder were dry, different than his hands. I moved slowly down to his chest. His nipples were pink and pretty small but they stuck out and I thought of his Dad, the way he was so different with all that hair there. David didn't have any hair and looked like a little puppy. But he had some muscle too and really was a boy. I guess if you had to ask me right then I would say that I liked boys more than girls and that was because of David - because I was seeing him and touching him and he made me really feel good being close to him. David reached out then without looking at my eyes and put his hands on my chest too and felt me there. When he did that, when I felt his hand on me, I kind of jumped. He looked up at me kind of almost scared. "It's okay," I said and took his hand and squeezed it. "It just felt so good, and I wasn't ready for it. It was a good feeling," I tried to explain. I put back his hand on my chest and he felt me again slowly. I felt him again. And well we did that for a while and fuck it was so cool I wish I could explain it but time kind of slowed down for a while. It was probably 15 minutes but it seemed like forever and it also seemed like I never wanted it to stop. There was only him and me there and it's like nothing else mattered. It was the best. And then he said, "I still like you a lot, Bradley," real quiet, almost whispering and I knew that he was talking about two years ago when we were together and I knew he hadn't forgotten what we had done and it made me feel good because that was so strong for me, and he remembered it. And I said, "I still like you a lot too, David." And I thought maybe I shouldn't say it but I couldn't help it and I said, "I thought about when I went skiing with you guys and I remember how we got close in the shower and it was really good for me." He didn't say anything, but he just was tracing O's around my nipples and kind of cocking his head and finally I couldn't help it and I hugged him. Not too tight but I took him in my arms and I hugged him and wow it felt so right. I felt his warm chest against mine and I felt his head below mine around my neck and I felt his breath on my neck and chest. He turned his head and he let me hug him and he hugged me back. I squeezed him just a little and he squeezed me back. I was so hard but I knew I wasn't going to try anything sexual with him right then because I know this may sound weird but I felt like I loved him and I wanted to be really gentle with him - the way you love your kid brother or sister or your cat or your dog or your mom - like you want to be real soft and make them feel good and safe. We hugged like that for a while and we kind of rocked together in the treehouse and it was sunny and the sun hit us just a little bit through the trees but not too much and there was the sound of the wind in the trees and it was like time stood still again. And I was happy with him there and he was happy I think too. We stayed like that for a while and I felt his heart beat against mine and well I had never felt close to anyone like that before.