Date: Tue, 5 Jul 2011 08:34:20 -0700
From: Flip McHooter <1977.flip@gmail.com>
Subject: So Cal Summer 1969-Chapter 10

The story below is a work of fiction, except the location. This story
contains explicit sexual situations between high school aged boys (and some
girls). If this is illegal, etc., well you know the drill.

Also, because it's based in the past, some of it may not be politically
correct as I have tried to be true to the time period.

Thanks to everybody who has emailed me. I really enjoy all of the feedback!
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Chapter 10

So that's what we did. We headed back to join Jordan and Sloan and listened
to some records and 8-tracks, Lisa and Jordan taking turns to play some of
their favorite tunes. Jake and I just sat on the couch and watched as Jordy
and Lisa clowned it up. We played a couple of board games, including my
favorite, Risk. To make Lisa happy we even played Mystery Date because she
wanted to date the construction worker, and Jake and I cracked up singing
"Are you ready for your Mystery Date," falling over on each other and
laughing uncontrollably.

After we had listened to Tom Jones for the zillionth time, we played some
of the older records that we hadn't listened to lately, and Lisa went crazy
over one that she found way in the back of the pile by Archie Bell and the
Drells called Tighten Up. She told us that she loved that song from the
first time that she had heard it over at a girlfriend's slumber party a
couple of years ago. So she slapped it on the turn table, cranked up the
volume, and then proceeded to do the kookiest dance that I had ever
seen. But the funniest part was when she insisted that the three of us boys
had to learn how to do the dance, too. Jake and I weren't very excited at
first, since we really didn't care for dancing. But when she started
showing Jordy how to do some of the moves, and he started to catch on real
fast and doing some of the grinding hip action and arm screwing moves, we
just had to join in. He looked so funny and cute.

And it was so freakin fun! Lisa was dancing with Jordy and Jake and I were
dancing together shaking our knees, grinding our pelvises and doing a move
that looked like we were really getting into playing the bass. It was
hilarious and we had a great time, but I kept thinking how much more fun
this would be if Jake and I could do it naked up in the tree house.

By that time everybody was starting to get tired and hungry, my mom called
us over the intercom to tell us that dinner would be ready in a little
while. The Lulus were going to make us spaghetti and meat balls with garlic
bread and bring us up to speed about what happened with the cops. By that
time we were getting hungry anyway, so we all took turns washing up in the
bathroom and then headed out of the pool house, around the pool and down
towards the kitchen. You could smell the garlic all the way out here!

"Man, I must have the munchies," Jake whispered to me, pinching my nipple
and sending a jolt through my body. "That smells really good."

"That's because my mom is using the squirrel meat that she skinned last
week before you guys moved in," I said loudly for everyone to hear and
trying to keep a straight face.

"No fucking way," both Jake and Lisa yelled at me at the same time.

Surprised by their tone, I looked around to Jordy and, winking at him
asked, "Hey, little man, how often does Mom make her famous squirrel
meatballs?"

"OH. Well...Um...well...not enough for me," he said, finally, catching on
to my joke and almost blowing it. "It's really yummy! Yummy, Yummy, Yummy,
I've got love in my tummy!" he started singing and everybody just looked at
him like he was from Jupiter.

"I'll tell you another little secret that my mom likes to do," I said
making everybody stop just outside the kitchen door.  "Sometimes when we
would all go out for a Sunday drive somewhere, we would look for some
smashed up road-kill and then Mom would scoop it up with a shovel that she
keeps in the back of the car and then wrap it up in some tin foil that she
saved in her big purse and then place it under the hood of the car, right
on top of the air intake lid, so that by the time we got home it's all nice
and crispy and toasty hot!"

"Ewww, that's gross. I'm not eating any squirrel meat, and that's
final. Jake-it looks like we moved in next door to the god-damn
Clampett's!" Lisa said.

We walked into the kitchen and as everybody started to sit down, I looked
over at Jordy and gave him another wink. "This smells really good, Mom. Did
you use your secret ingredient?"

"Honey, what are you talking about? This is just my regular old spaghetti
sauce and meat balls. We've had this hundreds of times."

"C'mon, Mom. Don't be so shy. You can tell everybody what's in it."

"Yeah, Mom," Jordy added with a goofy smile on his face, "Tell the guys how
you make it."

Everybody stopped what they were doing and looked over at my mom. Lisa and
Jake's eyes were bugged out, starting to really think that we really were
hillbillies. My dad was looking up and around the table trying to figure
out what this was all about and Lulu set down her rum and Coke and stared
open-mouthed at my mom, the ashes on the end of her cigarette about to fall
on the floor. Everything was quiet for a minute.

"LuAnn, do you really use `special' herbs in your sauce?" Lulu asked
innocently, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course I use special herbs and spices in this. My Nona taught me how to
cook when I was just a little girl. She was about the best cook ever, even
though they lived in a dirt dug-out on the Prairie, before Oklahoma was
even a state. She used to tell me stories about how they would have to
improvise with what they had around them because they were so poor and
sometimes it was difficult to make meals out there." Letting out a big sigh
she continued, "It wasn't like you could jump in the car and go to the
supermarket! The girls had to grow and tend to all of the vegetables in a
plot next to the house and her dad and brothers had to hunt for the meat,
which back then were slim pickings. It was very difficult back then and
everybody had to pitch in. We are very lucky we have it so good today.

 "Now eat up everybody!" My mom said as she walked around the table serving
everybody extra-large portions of spaghetti and meatballs

Jordan and I dug in, eating with added gusto and smacking our lips real
loudly. Dad and Lulu got right into it, too.

"I can't. I just can't eat this," Lisa said quietly glaring down at her
plate and dropping her fork with a loud clink.

"What are you talking about, sweetie? This food is wonderful. And after the
day we've had you should be thankful to have such a wonderful meal from
people who really care about you," Lulu said to her daughter. "Besides, you
know I don't cook all that well. You should enjoy it."

"But Mom. I just can't do it. I can't eat... I just can't eat squirrel
meat," Lisa finally cried out.

Suddenly there was dead silence all around the room and all eyes were on
Lisa. Then, as if on cue, Jordy and I started laughing out loud, tears
starting to run down my face. At first Jake gave me the evil eye and then
once he got it he started laughing too. Then Lisa finally figured out that
I was joking and she threw her napkin across the table at me. "You
asshole," she said starting to grin. "Squirrels! You are so gonna get it,
Ryan."

"What the heck are you guys talking about?" my dad asked, sounding upset.

"When we were outside we could smell the food, and Ryan told us that LuAnn
was making meatballs out of squirrel meat," Lisa said.

Looking at me like she was really pissed off and like she was getting ready
to go off on me by the way she was waving the big serving spoon in her hand
around in the air, my mom said loudly, "You know better than that, Ryan
Jacob Miller. I never cook with squirrel. How dare you? Possum tastes much
better!"

It took just a couple of seconds and then everybody around the table burst
out laughing.

"Yeah, we're just a bunch of Okies!" Dad said.

"That reminds me of a joke that my brother Gus told me once a long time ago
when we were kids," said Lulu. "Let's see. A cop sees a man in an old
pickup truck with the bed full of squirrels driving down Main Street. So he
pulls him over, walks up to the cab and says `You can't drive around this
town with a bunch of loose squirrels. Take them to the Zoo right now!' So
the guy tells him `OK, I will' and then drives away. Then the next morning
the cop sees the same guy driving around town again with a truck full of
squirrels, only this time the squirrels are all wearing little teeny-tiny
squirrel sized sunglasses. So the cop pulls the guy over again and tells
the guy `I thought I told you yesterday to take these damn squirrels to the
Zoo?' The guy looks over at the cop and says `I did. Today I'm taking them
to the beach!' "

All of us groaned at this tried old joke, except Jordy who almost peed his
pants from laughing so hard. It felt good for all of us to release the
tension and bad vibes from the events over at Jake and Lisa's house.

"You know, now that I think of it, I remember an old hunting joke that my
buddy in the Army used to tell us when we were stationed over in
Korea. Let's see if I can remember how it goes," my dad said thinking and
rubbing his chin. "I remember it now. A father and his son were out hunting
one day. After a while the boy was starting to get tired so the dad told
him to sit down in a clearing while he wandered across the field to
continue hunting, saying that he'd be back in about half an hour. But
before he left he told the boy to be very still and not to make a
sound. So, about ten minutes later the dad heard a loud, blood curdling
scream and he took off running back across the field to find his
son. `What's the matter son? I told you to be quiet.' The son says, `Look,
I was quiet when the snake slithered over my legs. And I was quiet when a
big bear came out of the woods right behind me and breathed down the back
of my neck. But when two squirrels crawled up my pants leg and said "Should
we eat them here or take them with us?" I guess I just panicked!' "

After that joke, all three boys in the room ate with one hand underneath
their napkins and clutching their crotches.

When dinner was over, we had to listen to a little speech that our parents
had prepared. Basically, they wanted to make sure we were OK with the run
in with Jake and Lisa's dad, Ace. They promised that it was a one-time
event and that they hoped that it would never happen again. Jordy was still
a little upset because he had never seen adults fight like that, and he was
afraid Ace was going to come back and hurt somebody. Everybody seemed to
calm down after my dad told us that the police had taken a report and that
if Ace showed up again and caused any more trouble, then the cops would
come back and arrest him. I think everybody was relieved to hear that.

Lulu thanked everybody for coming to her rescue, and she apologized for how
she behaved when she got mad and tossed the liquor bottle. She apologized
for the nasty language and even made a special point to thank my mom for
helping her clean up the mess. Everybody seemed satisfied with this
explanation and soon everybody was back to their normal selves.

After us kids cleared off the dishes from the dining room table and helped
out with the dirty dishes, the Lulus announced that everybody would be
spending the night at our house once again that night. That was fine with
me since Jake and I hadn't had time to get naked and have some more sexy
fun, and we were horny as hell. Lisa and Jordy headed into the family room
to watch a re-run of the Monkees on the new color TV set that we just got
last month, just like she had promised him, and our parents and Lulu said
they were just going to hang out in the living room and talk, and maybe
play a game of cribbage. As my dad started to make some frosty Daiquiri's
for the grown-ups, I told him that Jake and I were going to do some
training laps out in the pool and then take our showers out in the pool
house like we did last night.

"Take Sloan with you, Ryan. She likes staying out there with you boys and
she'll keep you company, plus she'll bark if she hears anything
strange. You know where the backdoor key is hidden if you need to come in
for anything during the night, but if you do please be quiet so you don't
wake everybody up in the house. Good night boys. And Jake, please don't
worry. Every things going to work out just fine, you'll see. I don't expect
that your father will be bothering you up here anymore," my dad said,
squeezing him on the shoulder, and then sensing that he needed a little bit
more than that, he gave him a big embrace and wrapped his long arms around
him.

"Thanks, Wiley. I really do appreciate all of your help. I know it's gonna
be OK. We'll see you guys in the morning," he said pulling away from my
dad.

We headed out of the house and up to the pool, Sloan sniffing around in the
bushes and flower beds looking for who knows what. The sun had almost gone
down by then, but there was still a nice reddish-orange glow in the sky and
a slight warm breeze snaking along the foothills and whispering through the
big old trees. The sound of the first few crickets filled the air with
their chirp-chirp-chirp.

Once we were at the edge of the pool we quickly stripped off all of our
clothes, and then piling them up into a big pyramid on a sun bleached
lounge chair, we dove headfirst into the deep end of the pool. Man, the
water was so cool and refreshing that I dived down and circled around deep
underneath, enjoying the coolness of the water. Then Jake and I started
swimming laps along the length of the pool, going back and forth, trying
not to crash into each other and cracking our skulls open. It was good to
see that he was starting to really get into this swimming thing, and his
swimming was actually pretty good.

After a while, I showed him how to do a couple of basic swim strokes,
making sure to touch his ass and balls every chance that I could get, and
then he and I had a mock race doing the butterfly. Even though I won, he
wasn't that far behind me and surprisingly he kept up with me pretty well.
By the end I could tell that with some serious practice he was going to be
pretty good competition for me and any team that we might swim against. We
both had to work on our turns, though, because he was pretty sloppy and I
was a little bit rusty. After he did a couple of flips off the diving
board, and showing off, we took a break and pulled ourselves up and out of
the water, sitting on the warm concrete edge of the pool, our legs dangling
in the cool water.

"What's that?" Jake asked, pointing to a crazy ribbon of orange, red and
purple lines of wispy clouds in the western sky, just over the tree tops to
the west and lit from behind by the disappearing sun going down below the
trees.

"That's probably a vapor trail from a missile launched up at Vandenberg Air
Force Base, about a hundred miles away from here," I said, leaning back on
my elbows and spreading my legs so my dick wouldn't get squished, and
letting my balls rest on the sun warmed cement edging. "I've seen them a
couple of times before. My dad says they blast off out over the Pacific
Ocean, so if they go out of control and crash they won't smash into
somebody's house and kill a bunch of people. I think they test
thermonuclear missiles or send up spy satellites or something like that. It
would be cool if they launched the Apollo missions from here instead of
down in Florida. Do you think they're really going to land on the moon this
summer?"

"I hope so. They got pretty close last month with that practice run that
they ran. I think they circled the moon a couple of times and they looked
for just the right place to land and they took a bunch of close up pictures
of the surface. Maybe they can do it. You know, that would really piss-off
those Commie Russians Pigs if we landed on the moon first," Jake said,
pushing his leg over and on top of mine and leaning back on his
elbows. "But I don't know, though. Some people at my old school said that
it's all faked, like if they had a Hollywood studio make the films so that
they could show them at night on Cronkite. Kinda like if the pictures on TV
are made up or something and all of the reporters are in on it. Maybe they
are just doing it to take people's minds off that stupid Vietnam War and
all of our guys that are getting killed and hurt over there. One of the
guys at my school got killed there after he graduated, and another guy came
home sort of a vegetable. It was really sad."

After a long quiet moment, Jake continued, "You know the moon looks awfully
far away, though, and it's kinda hard to believe that we can get all the
way up there and then come back alive and still be OK. What if they land
there and then can't get home? That would really suck big time. And what if
they bring back some funky moon disease that makes everybody turn into some
kind of brain eating zombies? Or what if there are moon-people there and
they kill all of the Astronauts and then they eat their heads because they
heard Jim Morrison singing through their microwave radio or something and
their all mad at us?"

"I don't know dude. But you're getting kinda silly."

"And," he said getting goofier, "Don't forget what some wise man once said:
When you visit Mars, remember that you are the alien!"

"Yeah....OK...well...I sure will, you chowder head. Hey! All of this talk
of sucking big time and missiles and rockets and stuff is starting to get
my missile all fired up. Let's go take a shower and try out those sexy
moves Coach was telling us about, before you start cracking more of those
stupid jokes, you boner brain."

"Blow in my ear and I'll follow you anywhere," Jake said with a devilish
grin and gave my dick a squeeze.

We both jumped up, grabbed our clothes and ran towards the pool house, with
Sloan hot on our heels. I sure was glad that nobody could us see out here
in our backyard. I wouldn't want the neighbors to look out their windows to
see our teen boy hard-ons bouncing up and down as we raced by! We ran into
the pool house and since it was starting to get dark and even though I
didn't expect my folks to come outside and bother us, I still locked the
sliding glass door just in case.

I found an old chewy toy for Sloan to munch on and told her to lie down on
the rug, so she wouldn't follow us into the bathroom and bother us. Then
Jake and I headed towards the shower, butterflies rumbling around in my
stomach totally excited about what we were about to do. Man, this naked sex
stuff was really fun and I sure was lucky that Jake moved in next door to
me. Then I had a thought: How did Mr. Baily know the Jake and me were gonna
be such good friends? And right off the bat, too?"

"Hey! Let's both take a shower together again, OK?" Jake asked, turning
around and pinching both of my stone hard nipples, a small bead of pre-cum
slowly bubbling from the head of his bobbing stiff cock. He was so excited
and cute that I just wanted to eat him all up.

"Man, you're reading my freakin' mind."

I opened the glass door and reached into the shower, turning on the water
so that the spray would be nice and warm, but not so hot that we would run
out of hot water any time soon. I jumped in the shower first and then after
Jake got in behind me, I grabbed the bar of soap and started to lather up
my hands.

"Let's change places, so that you're up here in front of me," I told
Jake. As we shuffled around in the ugly mint green shower stall, our rock
hard dicks kept poking each other as we shuffled around, making us both
crack up. We kept looking at each other with stupid grins on our faces, and
I think we probably looked like a couple of teenage girls at a Ricky Nelson
concert. Once he finally got in front of me, I directed the shower spray so
that we were both under the warm water.

"This is going to be so much fun. I have been looking forward to this all
day long. My dick has gotten hard so many times today that I think I might
have ripped a hole in the front of my shorts," Jake said.

"I've been hard all day too. I was so horny when we were in the microbus
that I wanted to slip out your dick and rub on it, but I was afraid Lisa
would look back in the mirror and catch us. I am really surprised that no
one saw my tented shorts, though, or the big wet spot in front of me that I
was trying to hide," I said, before I got serious and focused on the
business at hand. "Now spread `em, pardner. Put your arms up on the side of
the shower like you did before and stick your butt out towards me."

"Yes sir, Marshall Dillon!"

I reached down and started soaping up his pearly-white fleshy butt checks,
kneading them like they were two loaves of sourdough. Unlike yesterday,
this time I wasn't so worried about whether or not he would like what I was
going to do to him. I rubbed the lathered soap all over him and got his ass
all bubbly and slippery and I could hear him start to moan with sounds of
pleasure. Deciding to try something new, I got up right behind him,
pointing my hard cock down between his butt cheeks, my chin leaning on his
shoulder and wrapping my tan arms tightly around his flat stomach, just
below his belly button. He leaned back into me and whispered huskily, "You
know Ryan, this feels really super nice. I like having your arms around
me. I feel safe." I could feel his heart thumping around through his back
next to my chest. I gave him a gentle squeeze and then pulled him in me
even tighter.

Still holding him from behind, his back to my chest, I rubbed my soapy
hands all around his smooth stomach and chest, stopping every so often to
gently squeeze and flick both of his brown, half-dollar sized nipples with
my fingers, all the while moving my hips and rubbing my dick slowly up and
down and around his crack, like we were doing a slow dance at an all-boys
nude high school prom. I continued to rub around his stomach some more with
my slippery hands, slowly going lower and lower until finally I was rubbing
his hairy boy bush, running my fingers through his silky wet pubic hair. I
didn't go for the big prize right away, even though I wanted to, and
instead I rubbed my paws up and down along the inside of his hairless
thighs, just below his sagging ball sack and pulling him in even tighter to
me while pushing my dick even further down into his boy crack.

"Oh god Ryan, that feels fuckin' good," he said, starting to grind his butt
around and around on my horny hot rod. I answered him by squeezing my arms
tighter around his stomach and leaned in and started to lightly bite his
ear lobe. This made him go crazy, and he started purring like a kitty.

As much as I loved this wet sexy dance with Jake, I started to think back
to what Coach Brian had been telling us and knew that we had other things
that we really wanted to try. So I wrapped one hand around his bulging
cock, and cupped his drooping balls with my other, and then gave him just a
few teasing strokes. He made some kind of noise, but I'm not exactly sure
what it was. I knew, though, that he was getting pretty close to firing
away and that I wasn't ready for him to shoot off just yet. So I let go of
him and, grabbing the bar of soap off the ledge, got down on my knees on
the shower floor with that beautiful ass of his looking at me straight in
the eyes, warm water cascading down his lightly freckled back and over his
great buns. What a beautiful sight, and it was all mine, just waiting for
me to play with.

"Spread your legs a little bit wider, bud." I said.

Soaping up my hands again, I started to run my fingers up and down his
spine, from the bottom of his lower back right at the edge of his tan line,
then a little lower to the top of his protruding butt cheeks, down along
his crack, past his exit hole and then between his legs, just before
hitting his dangling ball sack. I did this a few times and then, pulling
his cheeks gently apart, I put my thumb on his virgin rosebud, ever so
lightly, feeling all of the little grooves and wrinkles as I moved very
slowly and cautiously. I ran my thumb in a circular motion all around his
pink hole, only my thumb and his butthole still touching, as my fingers
were digging into his fleshy butt cheeks and holding his ass open. It was
so totally freaking hot that I could hardly stand it! My dick was so hard
and throbbing up and down like crazy that it was starting to hurt. I kept
doing this for a little while and then I had a brain wave.

"Let me know if this hurts. I'm gonna try sticking my finger in your
bunghole just a little bit, OK?" I asked Jake. "Tell me what it feels
like."

"Yeah! Do it man, that sounds cool," he said sticking his butt cheeks out
further towards my face.

I soaped up my finger again and then slowly glided it back into his
puckered hole, rubbing around a few more times and then slowly poking it in
just a tiny bit, feeling the silky sides of his butthole for the first
time. I pushed in a little bit deeper and once my finger was about an inch
of the way in, I pulled it back out and then slowly pushed it back in, this
time just a little bit deeper. It was warm and velvety smooth inside, and
incredibly sexy to me. Then I sped up the rhythm, and since the only
response that I got from Jake was some quiet purring noises, I pushed it in
and out, in and out, each time going in just a little bit further.

"Oh, god. Man, that feels so fucking good! Try pushing it slowly all of the
way in there and then keep it keep it still. Let me see what it feels
like."

So I tried doing that. I pushed my finger all the way up Jakes smooth, soft
butthole, feeling the hot, tight, velvety sides. He must have liked it
because soon he started to grind his ass back and forth, around and around
on my protruding finger. He kept this up and then all of a sudden something
weird happened.

"Oh right there. Don't move your finger! Keep messaging me right there in
that spot. Don't move your fucking finger! Oh yeah. Do you feel that part
on the side? It's kinda like a hard bump. Don't move it out. Oh yeah, it
feels so good. Yeah, right there. That's the place. Right fucking
there. Oh, oh please, yeah, man. Come on, Come on. I think I'm about to
blow, Ryan. Oh wow. Oh my god. Don't stop. Don't fucking stop doing
that. Ugh, oh yeah, oh yeah."

Jake was going crazy now, riding my finger like it was a bucking bronco. He
kept moving around and grinding his ass up and down on my finger, both
hands still planted firmly high up on the shower wall to hold him up, his
cock was rock hard and bouncing around like crazy, a string of pre-cum
swinging around out of the tip of his rock hard cock that was sticking
straight up in the air. Suddenly, I felt the sides of his asshole clamp
down tight around my finger as he stuck his butt out even further towards
me.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh," was all he said as he shot volley after volley of hot
teen boy juice out of his dick and up on the side of the shower while still
bouncing around on my finger like some sex crazed dance.

Finally, when he was done, I stood up, pulling my finger slowly out of his
ass. After he caught his breath, Jake turned around and gave me a tight hug
and said, "That was the most awesome, fun fucking feeling that I've ever
had in my life. I've never shot my wad without using my hands before and
that was just freakin' awesome. Finish taking your shower and let's get to
the tree house. Make sure you clean that stinky ass of yours! It's my turn
and I can't wait to make you feel as good as you just made me feel!"



***Hey readers, check out Archie Bell ...The Drells singing ...dancing to
Tighten Up on YouTube if you don't know the song. I hadn't heard of this
song before and it's kinda cool. Let me know what you think. I hope you
enjoyed this chapter. Flip

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