Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2011 08:12:55 -0700
From: Flip McHooter <1977.flip@gmail.com>
Subject: So Cal Summer 1969-Chapter 18

The story below is a work of fiction, except the location. All characters
named are figments of my imagination. 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 1969.

Thanks to everybody who has emailed me, I appreciate all of the tips and
feedback. Flip 1977.flip@gmail.com


Chapter 18


After Jake and I were finished rolling around on the shag rug on the tree
house floor, we climbed down and did fifty laps in the pool. A short time
later, Lisa came out of the pool house with two very happy and smiling
almost eleven-year-olds in tow. The smiles on their faces were priceless,
and I wished once again that I had a camera to capture those looks. Lisa
went back to her lounge chair and plopped on her big Yoko sunglasses and
the boys jumped in the water, swimming and jabbering away about whatever
experience that they had just had. I'm pretty sure that the memory would
last them a lifetime.

Jake and I climbed out of the pool and headed over to Lisa so we could
finish up our discussion about what had happened earlier, downtown with
their dad.

"Those guys won't be bothering us anymore, so why don't you guys finish
your story now and tell me all about seeing Dad?" Lisa asked.

"Sure. Where did we leave off?" Jake asked.

"You said Dad took you into the X-Rated theater."

"Oh yeah. See, the thing is, Ryan and I weren't sure that we would get in
but Dad knew the owner guy, Mr. Jimmy, and he let us in. And he knew the
guy at the tattoo parlor, too."

"Don't forget, he also knew the guy at the candy counter," I added.

"That's right! And they all called him `Mr. M'. Isn't that weird? After Dad
talked to Mr. Jimmy, he left and then Mr. Jimmy talked all funny like to us
but basically he told us to watch the movie and then beat it. He didn't
want to see us hanging around again. So Ryan and I got in to see the movie
playing in the auditorium, but it was kinda boring, you know, just regular
fucking, and after a while we left and went into the back room where they
have these booths that you can watch some other different kinds of movies."

"What do you mean `different kinds' of movies? Isn't it all just sex?" Lisa
asked.

"Well, yeah, it is sex, but like weird sex stuff, like a girl pissin' on a
guy and big groups of people all getting it on together in a big group." I
said.

"But here's something else that's weird, too. Remember when I asked you if
Uncle Gus had a red pickup on his farm? Well, the booth that we went into
had two guys messin' around in the back of an old red pickup and it looked
like it was filmed on Uncle Gus's farm. I'm pretty sure I recognized
it. The truck, the shed, and the field all looked familiar. Do you think
Uncle Gus lets them film porno films up on his farm?"

"He might. Maybe he gets paid real good for letting them use the
property. I don't know. To me that's not really a big deal. I guess they
have to film that stuff somewhere. And besides, he lives close to San
Francisco and they have lots of fairy's there."

"I don't like that word," I said. "Isn't there a nicer word?"

"Not really sweetie. There's homo, but that's just mean. I've heard guys
called queer and gay before, but I always thought that one meant happy."

"OK, well anyway, we watched these two guys doin' it in the back of the
truck and then when we saw enough we left and went out in the hallway
room."

"What did the guys look like? Were any of the guys in that movie ones that
we met up on his farm last year?"

"No, one was a big blond hippie guy with a big moustache and the other guy
had short black hair. His ass was real hairy, too. I never saw them before,
well, not like I would have seen his hairy ass, but you know what I mean,"
Jake giggled.

"Tell her what happened next," I said, taking a quick glance over at Jordy
and Chris in the pool to make sure that they weren't listening to us. They
were just floating around on a big inner tube talking quietly in some
secret language and acting like they had just invented chocolate.

"OK," he said, taking a deep breath. "Like I said, we were getting out of
the booth and Ryan was in front of me. This shrimpy guy was outside of our
booth just standing there like he was waiting for us and then he said
something to us and then Ryan told him to go fuck off. Then he said he
wanted to film us making out and add it to Mr. Jimmy's collection and then
Ryan told him again to go fuck off. But he wouldn't leave us alone. Then he
said that he would tell dad, or as he called him, Mr. M, that we had been
looking at the all-dude sex movies. That's when I lost it. I pushed past
Ryan and shoved the creep up against the booth and told him to shut the
fuck up and leave us alone. He finally did shut up and as he left he said
something, but I didn't hear what it was."

"He said, `Like father like son'," I told them.

"He said that? What the fuck does that mean? Why didn't you tell me, Ry? I
would have kicked his fucking ass!"

"Slow down Jake. I think he meant something else." After thinking for a
second and trying to phrase it right, I asked, "Does Ace have a temper?
When your dad was fighting with your mom the other day he seemed like he
could get really pissed off, but he didn't look to me like he'd hurt
her. And when you pushed that guy into the porno booth you got really
pissed. Maybe he was talking about that. Maybe he's seen your dad get
really mad at somebody else before like you got mad at him."

"Wow! What a story. You guys really did have a crazy day. OK. So let's
think about this," Lisa said leaning forward, her big boobs jiggling all
around. "What was Dad doing down there, why do they all call him Mr. M
instead of Ace, how does he seem to know everybody, and why did you guys
see a porno film that was probably filmed on Uncle Gus's farm?"

"Should we ask Mom?" Jake asked.

"Oh, hell no! For a couple of reasons. First, she'll find out where you
guys were and both of you will get in trouble. Big, big trouble. Ryan,
probably more than Jake. And then all of our parents would ask too many
questions. Secondly, I think she might get defensive if we confront
her. Let's just let this play out and we'll see where it goes. It's
probably just nothing. There is one thing that we can do though, and that's
look at those pictures we took last year up at the farm and see if you guys
recognize anything."

"Great idea, sis."

Just then I heard the front doorbell ring, so I got up and wrapped an old
sun-bleached green and purple cotton pool towel around my waist and headed
inside to see who it was. It was probably that nice old gray-haired lady
with the malodorous perfume who comes by to see my mom every once in a
while to give her some of those religious pamphlets and gossip about the
neighbors. Funny, after they had a cup of coffee and a cookie or two the
lady was out the door and on her way to some other un-suspecting neighbors,
my mom would chuck the pamphlets straight into the trash.

I opened the front door and was surprised to see Chris's brother, Enzo.

"Oh, hey, Ryan. I didn't expect you. Wow! You got big. Anyhow, my mom sent
me over here to get Chris. We're going out to dinner soon and she wants me
to bring him home," he said, looking me up and down, probably wondering why
I answered the door wearing only a towel. And he seemed to be looking
longingly at my bare chest and my hard nipples for some reason. Funny, I
never thought of him that way before.

"No problem. They're both getting pretty tired from swimming, anyway. Hey,
I hear you're gonna be part of Coach Brian's special training group," I
said, stepping back and letting him into the living room. "Me and my friend
Jake are going to be the two sophomores in the group. Do you know who the
other junior is going to be?"

"Yeah, he's my friend Kenji, but you don't know him. And just so you know,
I'm telling you right now that we're going to be stiff competition for you
guys."

`OK, smart-ass, just because you're a year older you don't have to be a
dick about it', I thought to myself, but bit my tongue instead. Then I had
an idea and thought I'd fuck with him a little bit.

"Oh. Thanks for the warning. I'm not too worried, though. C'mon back and
meet my friends, and you can get your little brother. But be careful or you
might be the one getting a stiffy."

Looking at me strangely, he followed me through the house and out the
kitchen door to the pool deck. Lisa and Jake were both sprawled out on
chaise lounges, eyes closed and getting in some of the last rays of sun for
the day, before it went down behind the trees.

"Hey everybody," I said loudly, "Say hi to Enzo!"

"Hi to Enzo," Jake and Lisa both said non-committedly.

"Hello," he said quietly towards them and then turned to me coldly, "I
forgot you guys were a bunch of feakin' nudists."

"Oh, don't be such a prude. You sound like my great-grandmother. You still
listen to Perry Como?"

Walking away from him, I continued, "C'mon over and meet Jake and
Lisa. They live next door and Jake's the one I was telling you about who is
going to be on the team."

"No, that's all right. We have to go." Turning towards the pool, he yelled,
"Chris, get out of the pool and get dressed!"

Both of the little men swam over and then marched up the pool steps and
started to towel off. Jordy said good-bye to Chris and didn't bother
talking to Enzo. Then he wandered over to sit by Lisa, who was staring
intently at Enzo.

"Did you bring Kenji with you?" Chris asked his older brother.

"No, he's got something else to do today. Shut up and get dressed. Let's
go."

"All right. Hold your damn horses! I like Kenji; He's nicer than you are,"
Chris said, pulling on his shorts and t-shirt.

"So what's the story on this Kenji guy?" I asked, being nosy.

Enzo sniffed a bit like he was being put-out, and then finally said, "He
and I have been friends for a while, but he went to that private school
high school at the bottom of the hill. He's Japanese, and his dad just died
recently. I don't think that his mom can afford to send him there anymore
and that's why he's going to our high school this year. He was on their
swim and water polo teams and he's real good. I guess you'll meet him on
Monday. Ready, shrimp?"

"I told you not to call me that. Why can't you be nicer, like Kenji? Even
Jake and Lisa are nice to me and I just met them today. No wonder you don't
have any friends. You're a butthole!" Chris yelled, and started heading
into the house. "Bye, Jordy. Bye, Lisa. Bye, Jake."

I followed them both inside and through the house to the front door, trying
not to laugh.

"Chris, you're welcome to come over anytime. Just give Jordan a call, OK?"

"Thanks, Ryan, I had a blast today. See `ya."

"You bet. See you guys," I said, and just to piss Enzo off I added, "Say hi
to Kenji for us and tell him we'll meet him on Monday," OK?"

"Sure, whatever."

Watching them go down the street and towards their house, I couldn't help
but think what a jerk Enzo was and hoped that the training was going to be
good, even if he was going to be on our special team. I had almost shut the
front door when I noticed a dark green sedan parked across the street and
down a couple of houses, with a guy in a suit and tie sitting in the
passenger side smoking a cigarette. That seems weird, I thought. It was
still way too hot outside to be sitting in a car in a suit, all by
yourself, and I wondered where the driver was. Maybe that was Coop's pot
supplier, and the driver was making a delivery down at Coop's, even though
he lived a lot farther down the street. I noticed that the smoker was
watching Enzo and Chris quite closely as they walked past him down the hill
and around the corner to their house. I looked out the door one last time
before I slammed it shut and saw Mrs. Jacobson across the street peeking
out through her front curtains. Weird.

I locked the door and headed back outside to the pool, but before I could
get there the phone rang in the kitchen. It was my mom saying that she was
going to meet my dad and a couple of their other friends for dinner, to
introduce Lulu to the group. Next to shopping, my mom loved to play
matchmaker! She told me to pass that on to Lisa and Jake, so they wouldn't
worry where she was. Then she suggested that we could get some cash out of
the cookie jar and order a pizza from Pizza Man, since they'd be home late.

I told her that their pizza was gross, and that maybe I'd get Lisa to take
us in the microbus down to Mikes for some burgers. She didn't have a
problem with that but told me that we could only go there and back. Friday
night was a big night out in Pasadena and all of the kids liked to cruise
up and down Colorado Boulevard in their cool cars. Apparently, that wasn't
gonna fly with Mom, because Jordy was too young for all of that. I said
fine, and then I told her to remind Dad that tomorrow we were going to work
out in the garage and later on he promised to take Jake and me down to the
race track for some driving lessons.

I hung up and headed outside into the last of the hot sunshine. Jake was
napping on the chaise lounge and Jordy was cuddled up on top of Lisa while
she was telling him a story about space invaders, very softly, and idly
fingering his ball sack and little hard dick. How cute, I thought.

I didn't want to interrupt them so I dived quietly into the pool and swam
another fifty fast laps. I'd be damned if that asshole Enzo thought he was
going to be better than Jake and me. Finally, after about fifteen minutes
or so and getting tired out from a really, really long day, I climbed out
of the pool and toweled off.

"Hey you guys, are you getting hungry? Mom said I could raid the cookie jar
for some dough and if Lisa drives us we can go get some burgers down at
Mike's and maybe later check out the head shop down the block. Does that
sound cool? If not, we can always order from Pizza Man."

"Oh, man," Jake said, stretching his tan limbs and looking over at me. "I
don't want to get dressed. I vote for Pizza Man."

"I want a cheeseburger and a shake," said Jordy, getting up off of Lisa's
lap.

"Lisa?"

"Yeah, I'll drive. I'm not a big fan of Pizza Man. Sometimes I wonder what
he really delivers."

"All right. C'mon guys, let's all take fast showers in the pool house and
then we can go grab some grub. Jake, it's cool, right?

"Yeah, all right. But it would be faster if they took a shower in the house
and we took ours out in the pool house," he said turning to Lisa. "We'll
meet you out front in half an hour, OK?"

"Like Jordy says, shebang, little brother, shebang!"

The four of us trooped out the front door twenty-five minutes later, still
tired by our long day, but re-energized from our showers and now very, very
hungry. I looked down the street while we were crossing the lawn to climb
into the microbus parked in Jakes driveway, and saw that the street was
empty of cars. I guess the driver of that sedan had come back and the guys
had left. I'd have to ask Cooper about that.

Jake and I jumped in the back seat. "Hey, Jordy," I said, as he got in the
front seat riding shotgun once more, "Did you feed Sloan her Chuck Wagon?"

"Yeah, and I filled her water bowl, too."

"Good job, little man. Maybe you should ask Dad for a raise in your
allowance. You seem to be doing all your chores without Mom nagging you all
the time."

"You think I should?"

"Yeah, why not. It can't hurt."

As Lisa started backing out of the driveway, Jordy turned on the radio
looking for a good song to listen to. He stopped dialing when he heard
Aquarius by the Fifth Dimension. Lisa fumbled around with the pedals and
then finally got it in gear and reversed down the driveway and out onto the
street. But then she kept backing further out into the street and I started
to get concerned when she didn't seem to be stopping. What the heck is she
doing, I wondered? From back here it looked like she was fooling around
with the pedals again.

"Fuck, something's wrong. I can't stop!"

"Try the parking brake!" Jake yelled out.

We were only going maybe 10 miles-an-hour or so, and luckily up here at the
top of the street it was level and it had a big flat turn-around, but even
so we didn't have much more room behind us. Lisa really couldn't crash into
much, except maybe Mrs. Jacobson's roses, which were coming up fast behind
us.

"That doesn't work either!"

"Put the transmission in first gear!" I yelled, remembering something my
dad had said once when we were testing the Austin-Healy and it wasn't
working right. But that wouldn't have helped us out here anyhow, because
just as soon as I got that out of my mouth there was a loud crash as the
back-end of the bus hit a trash can, then the rear wheels rolled up and
over the curb with a dull thunk sound and we all bounced up and down in our
seats. We finally came to rest on the Jacobson's front lawn, inches from
her prized flower garden, the bus sputtering to a stop.

Everything was quiet for a minute, save for the spilled trash can rolling
back and forth on its side.

"Is everybody OK?" Lisa asked, turning around and looking at all of us, her
face ashen.

"Yeah, I think we're OK. Jordy?"

"Yeah. That was scary, but it was fun too. What happened?"

"I don't know. Jake, you OK?" I asked. He seemed kind of dazed.

"I think so. Let's get out and see what happened to the bus," Jake said.

We climbed out of the bus at just about the same time that Mr. and
Mrs. Jacobson came running out of their house and onto the front yard.

"Oh my dears, are you OK?" Mrs. Jacobson asked, putting her arm around
Jordy, looking for blood and broken limbs and loose guts tumbling out of
his belly. Not seeing any injury's she said, "You kids gave us such a
fright."

"We're all OK Mrs. Jacobson. I think something on the microbus must have
broken," I said.

`Well, there's your problem," Mr. Jacobson said, pointing to a line of
black oily stuff that started from a big shiny puddle in Jake and Lisa's
driveway, crossed the street, ran up the curb and was still dripping from
underneath the bus on the lawn. "I bet you got yourself a busted brake
line. I must say, kids, that you're mighty lucky that didn't happen when
you were going down the hill."

"Oh, man, you're so right. That's a scary thought," Jake said.

"Harold, are my roses all right?"

"Yes, honey. No damage, other than to the lawn, which will grow back, I'm
sure," he told his wife looking around the front yard. "I don't think we've
all had the chance to meet our new neighbors. I'm Harold Jacobson and this
is my wife Daisy. You're the folks that moved into the Bailey house, ain't
`cha?"

"Yes, sir. I'm Jake and this is my sister Lisa," he said, shaking the old
man's hand.

"I'm very sorry about running up on your lawn like this. I can't imagine
how this could have happened. Mom always takes such good care of this
thing. It looks funky with the paint and flowers and stuff, but she loves
this bus. She just had it serviced down at Valley Volkswagen last week."

 "I'm sure she does take good care of it sweetie, and don't go blaming
yourself. This was just an accident and we should all be thankful that
nobody got hurt," Mrs. Jacobson said.

"I guess, but look what happened to your lawn. I feel terrible. And how are
we going to get it off your lawn and back across the street?" Lisa asked.

"That's no problem, sugar, us guy's will just push it on over back to your
house. You can steer and once we get it over there we'll put some bricks
under the tires so she won't run away. How `bout it fellas? Feeling strong?
I see little Jordy here is looking pretty big and tough these days. You
been working out, sport?"

"I've been swimming a lot and now I've got muscles in my arms! We can move
it, can't we Ryan?" Jordy asked with big grin on his face.

"Yeah, little man. Go over and get four of Dad's bricks that are piled up
behind the garage and bring them out to Jake's driveway. Just lookout for
snakes first, remember?"

"Yeah, I know. I'll be careful. Wait for me; I'll be right back."

Jake and Lisa had walked over with Mr. Jacobson to the curb leaving me
alone. They were righting the tipped-over trash can so they could start
putting all of the spilled garbage back inside, so I turned around to talk
with Mrs. Jacobson for a second.

"Hey, Mrs. Jacobson? Earlier this afternoon Jordy's friend Chris left our
house with his brother Enzo. I think you know them; they live around the
corner, the Ferrari's? Anyway, as I was closing the door I saw a guy
sitting in a green car having a smoke. You didn't happen to notice him, did
you?"

"Funny you should mention that. You know that I like to keep an eye out on
the neighborhood, gives me something to do. I like to think I'm the
neighborhood watch. Remember when you fell off your skateboard a few years
ago when your folks weren't home? I was glad I saw you and could run out
and bandage you up. I just like to make sure everything's safe, you know
what I mean? So anyway, this afternoon I was knitting by the window when I
saw a dark-green Ford four-door go by real slow, and it made me curious
because we don't get too many cars way up here at this end of the street. I
watched it for a minute while it turned around and drove slowly back down
the street. Two men were in that car and I thought they might be police
detectives because they were wearing suits and ties, you know, maybe
checking up on those poor kids' momma. I heard all that ruckus going on the
other day."

"I'm sure you did. So anyhow, did you see what the guys in the suits were
doing?" I said, trying to get her back on track.

"No, I didn't. Like I said, I watched as the car turned around up here and
then drove back down the street. Then Harold called for me because he
couldn't find his darn reading glasses, so I went back into the den to help
him find them. Those glasses were on top of his big fat head the whole
time, dontcha' know? When I came back a few minutes later to take a peek
and see what's going on, all I saw was those Ferrari boys leaving your
place. Why do you ask? What did you see? Is there anything that I should
know about?"

"Like I said, the car was parked over there down a couple of houses, but
from this side of the street you can't really see where it was parked
because of the way the street curves down the hill. What I saw was just one
guy sitting by himself in the passenger side smoking a cigarette. I thought
it was strange because he was alone, in a suit, and it was still awfully
hot outside."

"Well, I'm sure it was nothing. Maybe they were looking for draft dodgers
or weed sellers or sex fiends or baby snatchers or something. It's good the
police are around because you just can't be too careful these days," she
said, wagging a finger at me. "All this turmoil that you see on the nightly
news with those college kids demonstrating and burning cop cars, and those
communists lurking all around, you just never know. And what do you think
about those long-haired guys that wear those orange dresses that sing and
dance around down on the boulevard and at the airport? Like I said, you
just can't be too careful these days. Too many fruits running around, if
you ask me."

I had to shut her up before she got going into one of her famous
rants. "Well, if you see anything funny around here, please let my folks
know, OK? I'm sure they feel the same way that you do about the fall of our
country. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go help the guys push that bus
off your grass." I wanted to ask her if she wanted to take my place in case
I got drafted, but thought better of it. No wonder their son split when he
was seventeen a few years ago.

Jordy piled the bricks in Jake and Lisa's driveway and headed back across
our street. I wandered over to Mr. Jacobson and asked him how we should do
this, but he was already giving directions.

"Missy, you just jump right back up in that driver's seat and put this old
gal into neutral. Just steer her on towards your driveway and us men here
will give her a big shove and you'll be back home in a jiffy."

"Where should I be Mr. Jacobson?" Jordy asked excitedly.

"Why don't you get back here in the middle with me and let these here big
boys get on the corners so they can really put their shoulders into
it. Save my back from getting' outa whack! You boys all ready?"

"Yes, sir!" Jake said jumping to attention. I think he was just as excited
as Jordy was.

Once Lisa was back in the saddle, so to speak, the four of us guys dug our
feet into the soft grass and pushed the bus off the neighbor's lawn. Either
we were stronger than I thought, or the bus was really light. I think it
was probably the latter because it seemed more like we were pushing a giant
refrigerator lying on top of my skateboard than a VW bus. We got back to
Jakes faster than when we had left. And poor Jordy almost did a face plant
in the street because once we got it moving it practically flew across the
road all by itself!

We got the bricks under the backs of the tires so the microbus was secure
and wouldn't roll away. I thanked Mr. Jacobson for his help and promised
that Jake, Jordy and I would be over first thing in the morning with some
of my dad's top soil to fill in the scrapes on his lawn. We all said
good-bye, Lisa telling him again how very sorry she was. Then we headed
back into my house. Looked like it was going to be Pizza Man after all.

We ended back where we started just a few minutes ago standing in our
living room, sort of dazed and confused. Everybody seemed to be kinda lost
so I decided to get things rolling, since my stomach had calmed down and
was growling again.

"What's it going to be? A couple of pizzas from Pizza Man or you want me to
make us some grilled cheese sandwiches?"

"Pizza," everybody said grumbled.

"All right, let's do this: I'll go order a couple of pepperoni and olive
pizzas, Jordy you go upstairs and get your jammies on and then we all can
watch a monster movie or something. Jake, go find us some sweats out in the
laundry room. I think my mom did some laundry this morning and she left
them in there."

"I don't want to put on my jammies this early!"

"Tell you what. Go put on your jammies and I'll let you have a sip of Dad's
beer that Jake and I are going to sneak out of the fridge. Is that OK?"

"Oh, all right. But I still don't think that sounds fair."

"C'mon little man. I'll go upstairs with you. I think I left my bathrobe
over here anyway and I want to take off these clothes and get comfy. It'll
be fun just to hang out and eat pizza and watch TV like a grown-up. You can
sit with me. You'll see."

"OK," he finally agreed, smiling a little bit.

We all made our way back into the family room about the same time to hang
out and wait for the pizza. Even though the microbus broke on us, this was
more fun and relaxing. We didn't get to hang out at home in the evening
very often without the parents around and it was kinda nice.

"What time's the pizza dude gonna be here?" Jake asked, coming out from the
back of the house with our sweats.

"Few more minutes," I said, looking at the big grandfather clock by the
door.

"Cool. I'm getting hungry. Hey, weren't you going to get us some beers?" He
said, changing into his sweatpants.

"Yeah. There's only one left in the fridge. I need to run out to the old
fridge in the garage and get us some more." Then I turned around and said,
"Lisa, ya want a beer?"

"Yeah, just one. I'm gonna let Jordy have a sip or two of mine."

"Here. I've got six ones for the pizzas and a tip. That should be way more
than enough. Can you pay him if he shows up while we're outside? Don't give
it all to him unless you think he's cute and you want his number."

"Sure guys, like I'm gonna pick up on the pizza dude! Just don't get too
hot out there, if you know what I mean?"

"Oh. Oh yeah! Roger that," Jake said grinning.

"I don't know what you mean," Jordy asked looking up at Lisa.

Thinking fast, she said, "It's so hot out there in the garage, I don't want
them to get all sweaty and smelly."

"Oh. What's the difference? They always smell anyhow."

Jake and I headed out to the garage. It was hot out here, that's for sure,
but we didn't care. While we didn't have much time to do more than kiss, I
was happy with that. I pushed Jake back onto the hood of the covered up
Austin-Healey and stuck my tongue down his throat, grinding my boner into
his. He reciprocated by pulling me tight on top of him and challenged me to
a tongue duel. After a bit, I had to call for a truce, because my dick was
hurting inside my sweats from being so hard and being bent down the wrong
way.

"Man, you're lips are sweet. I could do that all day with you," Jake told
me after we stopped.

"Like you're always saying, Roger that!"

"What's this hard stick thingy doing in your sweat pants?" Jake asked,
grabbing hold and squeezing my boner. "I don't remember that being in there
when I got them out of the laundry."

"I don't know. It sort of popped out from nowhere when we started
kissing. What should I do with it?"

"Well, I could think of quite a few things we could do with it, but I'm
hungry and need to replenish my strength first before we do any of
them. Let's save it for later tonight when we can take our time and really
make out good. Even though it was a turn on to see those two guys butt
fucking in that movie, I really liked the way you woke me up this
morning. Sorry I didn't tell you that sooner. I was kind of a crank this
morning, and then today has been really weird."

"Yeah it has," I said. Then after a minute, I asked him quietly, "I thought
it was cool to see those guys butt fucking, but do you think you really
want to do that?"

"You know, with everything that has happened today, my mind keeps coming
back to seeing those two guys. I thought it was really hot, really, really
hot. But it wasn't sexy, you know what I mean? I like what we do `cause it
is sexy and hot, and I want to keep doing that with you. I like making you
feel good and I like the way you make me feel. You make me feel so good and
I've never felt like this before and I don't want to mess it up. And to
tell you the truth, that guy with the hairy ass? The way that blond guy
rammed it in his hairy butt looked like it must have hurt like hell. I
don't want you to hurt me, and I don't want to hurt you. I want it to
always be fun and sexy and feel good all the time, for both of us."

"I agree," I said, pulling him into me in a tight hug and whispering into
his ear. "I've been thinking the exact same things. But, to be honest, to
have you inside of me like that sends shivers down my back. Maybe when
we're ready we can ask Lisa if there is an easier way to do it or a way
that it doesn't hurt. I can't believe I'm saying this but, I'd like to have
you fuck me and I'd like to fuck you."

"Roger that, Bucky! Let's grab those beers and get out of here. It's
getting way too hot out here!"

We grabbed a bunch of bottled beers out of the fridge and headed back into
the house. It was definitely hot in more ways than one out there, that's
for sure! Walking into the kitchen I could smell the hot pizza; it must
have just arrived. Jordan gave us both a funny look and surprised me when
he said:

"Why do both you guys have boners again and your faces are so red?

Jake, Lisa and I all started laughing.

"Well, little man, it's really, really hot out in the garage, that's why
we're red. And remember when you and me had that talk a few months ago
about boners? And I told you how that once when you were a teenager that
you would pop a boner all the time, even when you are in weird places?
Well, it just happens that Jake and I popped a boner at the same time."

"OK, I'm sorry. I musta forgot".

"It's not polite to say something about a boner when you see a guy with
one, Jordy," Lisa said. "The guys don't say anything to you when they see
you with one."

"OK, no biggy. I was just wondering. I'm really sorry," he said, not
sounding like he was.

Lisa passed Jake and me a couple of slices and I cracked open the three
beers that I had brought in, sliding one to Jake and one to Lisa across the
kitchen island. "I'm not so sure I should let you have a sip now that you
embarrassed Jake and me so badly."

"Geez. I said I was sorry. Why can't I have a sip?"

"I think a better apology is in order, first," Jake said, smiling. "I'm
still very, very, very embarrassed."

"I agree. I think since Jordy is hangin' out with us like he's a teenager
and all, even though he's going to be almost eleven, he needs to do a
penance," I said.

"Uh-oh. What's that?" Jordy asked with a mouthful of pepperoni pizza.

"It where you have to do something to prove that you are sincerely sorry
for your actions," Lisa said.

"What should we make him do?" asked Jake mischievously.

"Lisa, any suggestions?" I asked.

"Well ordinarily I wouldn't suggest this, but since this is such a grievous
and embarrassing situation for you two, I think he should walk over, tell
your boners how sorry he is and then kiss them!"

"Plegghew!" was the noise Jordy made as he spit out his pizza across the
table. "That's gross. I am not going to kiss their dicks! No way! That's
horse shit! It was bad enough that I had to touch his boner when we were
playing Judge."

"Well, you kissed my cho-cho, and that wasn't gross, was it?"

"Ooooooh, Jordy kissed her cho-cho! Jordy kissed her cho-cho," Jake said in
a sing-song voice.

Now it was the little man's turn to be embarrassed, and he really turned
bright red. "See how it is when the shoe is on the other foot? Tell you
what: You can have a couple of sips of beer but first you have to walk up
to Jake, kiss the outside of his sweats where his boner is and then tell it
you're sorry," I said.

"Only on the outside? You won't pull your pants down at the last minute?"

"No, he won't. And then we'll treat you like an adult and you have to treat
us like adults. Fair?"

"I guess. But just so you all know: I'd rather kiss Lisa's cho-cho than
Jake's boner."

"Well, you made it so mad, it's not even a boner anymore," Jake said,
smiling and shoving a piece of pizza in his mouth.

"OK. I'll do it. But you can't tell anyone about this, OK?"

"All right, little man. Just go apologize to Jake's dick."

Jordy got off the kitchen stool and slowly walked over to Jake. Looking
down at Jake's crotch he said sincerely, "I'm sorry Jake's dick; I didn't
mean to embarrass you, little fella."

"Hey! He's not little!"

Then Jordy did something so crazy that it made us all crack up and almost
pee our pants. He grabbed hold of the elastic waistband of Jake's
sweatpants, pulled them down to his knees in one fast move, and then moved
in and gave Jake a giant, sloppy, loud raspberry, right below his
belly-button.

"I'm so, so sorry that I embarrassed you, you little dicky!"


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A special thanks to Jason T. who did a great job helping me edit this
chapter. I appreciate the help.