Date: Sun, 22 May 2011 17:33:27 -0700
From: Flip McHooter <1977.flip@gmail.com>
Subject: so cal summer 1969- chapter 5

The story below is a work of fiction, except for the location. This story
contains explicit sexual situations between high school aged boys, (and
some girls). If this is illegal, or it offends you or you are not of legal
age to read this than please do not read. The author retains the copyright
to this story.  Nifty has the posting rights. You may not publish it or any
part of it without authorization from me.

Thanks to everybody who has emailed me. Please let me know what you think
of this chapter I really enjoy the feedback! 1977.flip@gmail.com

Chapter 5

After Jake, Jordan, Lisa and I cleaned up the dirty dishes and put the
leftovers into color-coded Tupperware containers in the refrigerator, we
decided to head out to the pool house to get away from our goofy parents,
and Sloan came trotting out after us. Our pool house was like a rec-room:
old couches that pulled out to make beds, big pillows to lounge on and an
old B&W TV and stereo. It had a little kitchenette stocked with drinks and
a full sized bathroom. I'd had many sleep-overs with my friends out here
over the years. After flipping on the lights, Lisa and Jordan made a
bee-line straight for the stereo, and started playing those candy-assed
songs that they loved so much but Jake and I hated. I looked over at Jake,
just as he sat down on the orange plaid couch with a grimace look on his
face.

"Lisa" he called out over to her, "Can't you play something that we all
like? How about `Psychotic Reaction' by Count V or something by the Doors?"

"You like the Doors?" asked Jordan turning to Jake. This was the first time
Jordan had really said anything to Jake. "I love `Touch Me'. Mom won't let
me play it, though. She says I'm too young and I won't understand it. But I
do. It makes me feel all tingly inside." And to prove his point, he started
jiggling around and moving his arms around his little body, singing "Touch
me, baby."

"Right on, little dude. You rock on!" Jake deadpanned.

All of us started snickering, and Jordan cracked a big smile.

"Jordan is really an old soul. He may be young and little, but he's totally
cool," I said.

"You got that right." Lisa said. "Come here little Morrison, and let's get
down." She put the Doors on and then cranked up the sound. Then Lisa and
Jordan started dancing. It was hilarious! Lisa was getting all sexy, her
big boobies bouncing up and down, and Jordan was totally getting his groove
on. He was rubbing his hands all over his body and swinging back and
forth. Sloan didn't know what to make of all this crazy maneuvering and so
she started to howl and chase her tail, running crazy-eights between Jordan
and Lisa. What a sight!

And even Jake and I got into it. Every time Jim Morrison sang `Touch me,
baby' either Jake or I would look over and poke each other in the ribs, or
pinch each other's tits. Then we would burst out laughing.

We fooled around like this all evening, listening to records and goofing
around until it started to get dark. Jordan and Lisa decided to head inside
to get a snack, tired from dancing and singing. And since it was still hot
outside I asked Jake if he wanted to go for a swim.

"Yeah, that sounds good. Can we go skinny dipping?" he asked shyly.

"Sure, I don't see why not. Everybody will be in the house, and besides, we
never wear anything when we go swimming anyhow."

"Let's do it, then," he said.

"OK. Let's take off our clothes in here and I'll grab a couple of towels we
can wrap ourselves in."

I grabbed a couple of pool towels out of the bathroom and Jake and I
started to get undressed. In no time we had skinned off our clothes and
dropped them in a messy pile on the floor.

"Man. I don't think I have had this much naked action, ever," He said. "I
bet by the end of the summer we'll be tan all over and neither one of us
will have a tan line!"

"I betcha you're right about that. Let's go."

Jake grabbed my dick and pulled me towards the door out of the pool house.

"Hey, easy with the sausage! You don't want to hurt it do you?" I asked
Jake, chasing him out of the pool house.

We dropped our towels by the edge of the pool and both of us dove headfirst
into the deep end. I was a good swimmer and it looked like Jake was
too. Man, the cool water felt refreshing on my hot skin. And like always,
the minute I started to glide through the water naked I got a boner. It
made me feel like I was a one of those Navy subs with a wayward rudder. We
swam around for a little while, swimming between each other's legs and
dunking each other, just goofing off. We even took turns diving off the
diving board, trying to outdo each other. I was a better swimmer, but he
was really good at diving.

I had always swam naked with my brother and my friends, but I don't ever
remember being as excited as I was at the sight of Jake's teenage body. He
looked so hot, standing on the edge of the diving board getting ready to do
a backwards flip! His body was all tight and smooth, the globes of his big
round butt cheeks sticking out and glistening in the evening light. His
long light brown hair dripping from the pool water was forming little curls
around his face. I was starting to get all horned up again.

But just then, my dad came strolling out of the house and caused me to get
back to reality.

"Hey, guys. It's starting to get late. Your mom wants me to tell you to get
out of the pool and go in the pool house and take your showers before you
head up to the tree house for the night. I'll grab a couple of sleeping
bags out of the garage for you. Are you sure you want Sloan out here with
you?"

"Yeah, Dad," I said swimming up to the edge of the pool so he couldn't see
my hard-on. "She'll keep us company and warn us if any bears are around," I
said to scare Jake.

"Bears! Nobody told me about any bears being around here."

"Relax, son. Ryan is just yanking your chain," my dad said laughing and
looking down at us. "C'mon guys, out of the pool." We never had to be
modest around my folks.

"OK, Dad. Let's go Jake. You can shower first. You smell pretty bad."

"Shut the f...I mean, OK, Ryan. Let's go." He smiled, looking at my dad and
trying not to blush and swimming up to me.

"I'll leave the backdoor to the house unlocked in case you guys get cold
and want to come inside. G'nite guys."

"Good night, Dad."

"Good night, Wiley," Jake said.

Just as soon as my dad headed towards the garage, Jake popped me good
upside the head.

"Hey! Why did you hit me?"

"Because you're being a dumb-ass!" He started laughing. "How come you
didn't tell me about the bears?"

"There aren't any bears. I was just joking. Forget about it."

"OK. But you're still a dick-weed."

"Shut-up." We climbed out of the pool and walked into the pool room,
playfully jabbing each other. I told Jake to go first and I'd take a shower
after him. Then, after my dad pitched the sleeping bags through the
sliding-glass door into the pool house and said good-night again, I snuck
in the bathroom and jumped in the shower behind Jake.

"I'm here to wash your ass to make sure it doesn't stink and attract wild
animals," continuing with my joke.

"Oh, you're soooo funny. You're the one with the funky ass. I could smell
you all the way from my old apartment. In fact, it stinks so much-that's
why we got such a good deal on the Bailey House."

"Shut-up you boner. Move over so I can wash your back," I said.

I grabbed the bar of soap and started to lather up a good amount of soapy
bubbles in my hands. I turned Jake around and started to wash his thick
neck, broad shoulders and back. He had a nice tan, and a few large freckles
scattered about the top of his shoulders like a small constellation. He was
pretty muscular for a young guy: No body fat on him. Then I reached down
and started to knead the fine pearly-white globes of his teen boy butt that
I was starting to like so much.

"Oh, that feels so good," he said.

I rubbed his butt cheeks for a while, slowly moving closer and closer to
his crack. Finally I started to rub around and then over to the crack in
his ass. I had never done this before, except to myself and then only once
or twice. This was really virgin territory to me, and I wasn't sure Jake
would like it. Slowly I ran the edge of my finger up and down Jake's
ass-crack, making sure to rub my fingers up and down and around his boy
bung-hole. Man, for about the millionth time today, my cock was rock hard.

"Oh my God. No one has ever touched me there before like that. It feels so
cool. Don't stop doing that," Jake said quietly as he raised his hands up
on the side of the shower, split his legs wider and stuck his butt out
towards me.

"You like that, huh? See what you think of this," I said as I leaned down
and reached up under his butt and grabbed his low hanging, swinging balls
from between his legs. I started to message his balls with one hand and
then glided my fingers with my other hand back to his bunghole. Rubbing
gently around his puckered hole, I continued doing this for a few minutes,
every once in a while slipping in my finger in just a tiny bit. It was so
tight and warm. But I was scared; I thought I might hurt him if I went
further.

"You like that?" I whispered in his ear.

"Oh, yeah. That feels awesome. Don't stop."

I let go of his dangling balls so I could concentrate on rubbing his
asshole. I would run my soapy hand up and down his ass crack and then stick
my finger up his tight hole to my second knuckle. Apparently he liked it
because every time I did this he started to push his butt out to meet my
intruding slippery finger.

"Hold on!. Turn around and let me wash you, Ryan, before the water turns
cold."

"OK, but be gentle. I'm not used to being touched down there."

Now it was my turn to get a massage. Jake did the same thing to me that I
had just done to him. He started up at my neck and slowly worked his way
down my broad shoulders and my back. Since I was a little bit taller than
he was, he had an easier time when it came to rubbing my butt cheeks. That
really felt good, really, really good. I let out a long sigh.

"Let me grab some more soap. And move your legs apart a little more," Jake
whispered. "I want to rub your hole, too."

Then all of a sudden I felt Jakes fingers rubbing my butt hole, tentatively
at first and then a bit harder as I pressed my butt out towards him. He
rubbed up and down over my hairless hole for a few minutes, pushing his
soapy finger in just slightly to feel around. Then, getting more
adventurous, he slipped his finger in all the way.

"Oh, my God, oh my God, oh my God," I cried out, not believing that my
butthole could cause such pleasure. "I'm going to shoot if you don't stop
that." I wrapped my palm around my rock-hard wet shaft, stroking it up and
down, and sticking my butt out even more so his finger could go in a little
bit deeper. "Keep doing that. That feels so goooood!" I was in rapture as
Jake kept fingering my asshole.

I hardly had those words out of my mouth when I shot out my third wad of
cum of the day. I guess Jake was on the brink too, because the next thing I
knew he pulled out of my butt, dropped his hands from my crack, wrapping
one arm around my stomach for support and shot a hot volley of boy-icing
all over my tingling ass cheeks.

"Ooooh," he said and collapsed against me, his head resting on my back, our
hearts beating fast.

After we regained our composure, we rinsed off and got out of the
shower. By that time the water was almost cold. Sloan was lying on the
shaggy bath rug on the floor next to the shower. As we got out, she raised
her head and twisted it in that weird way dogs do sometimes, as if they're
trying to figure something out or want to say something.

"I think your pooch is wondering what the hell just happened in there,"
Jake said smiling at me.

"Yeah, well, she can watch, but she better not say anything," I said giving
her a little rub between the ears. "I don't know about you, but that little
exercise we just had has tired me out. How about we head out to the tree
house and crash. I don't think I'm up for a nude moonlight hike."

"Yeah, I agree. That sounds like a good idea. Maybe we can go in the
morning."

So that's what we did. We didn't bother to get dressed after we toweled off
and instead grabbed our clothes, sleeping bags and a couple of Cokes and
headed out to the tree house with Sloan hot on our feet. I told Jake to
climb up while I loaded the litter with our sleeping bags. Once he got them
inside and ran the pulley back down, I pointed at the litter to Sloan and
she happily jumped aboard. She loved to hang out in the tree house. Once
she was safely inside, I climbed up the tree, through the opening in the
bottom and shut the trap door.

"How about I unroll one of the sleeping bags and put it here on the floor,"
I said gesturing to a wide enough area. "Then we can use the other one as a
blanket. Sloan will probably sleep on the end and keep our feet warm."

"That sounds cool to me."

Jake helped me arrange the sleeping bags, and as soon as we were covered
up, he rolled over on his side and wrapped his tan arms around my stomach,
spooning me, his soft meaty cock clamped tight between my butt cheeks. Just
as I had figured, Sloan spun around a few times and then settled down on
the end of the sleeping bags, at our feet, one ear up listening for
interlopers. The three of us were dead to the world within minutes.


That's the end of Chapter 5. I hope you enjoyed it, Flip.
1977.flip@gmail.com