Date: Fri, 14 May 2004 12:18:09 -0700 (PDT) From: chip ster Subject: Swimmer-Coach-In-Retrospect-02 Swimmer-Coach In Retrospect - Two By Larry Laetus (Laetuseros@aol.com) Edited by Chipster (Chipster071053@yahoo.com) This story contains graphic sexual acts between male teens and male adults. If you are under the age of 18, or if possession of such material or readership of material that presents sexual relationships between two or more members of the same sex is not to your liking, or illegal where you reside, please pass over this story. This story is the property of the author any may not be distributed without written permission. Some of you readers have read both my stories of growing up as a teenager and into my twenties. I really have a sense of pride as I read your emails and respond to them with asides to further explain unclear details. This retrospect answers some of your queries as to other school chums and my Scouting experiences. Well, here goes, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Hope you pick up some health hints and new ways of doing things to relieve that tension between your thighs. * * * * * * * * * * * Sam Willows Sam was a school chum, and a neighbor who lived diagonally across from us in the housing project. Both his father and mine worked at the General Motors Fisher Body plant. Sam's father in administration, mine in maintenance. I first met Sam though his twin brother, Leslie. Leslie was blond with brown eyes and Sam was brunette with brown eyes. Leslie had joined the local Scout troop and was very interested in rifles, firearms of any type. He was an excellent shot and earned his merit badge the first time he went on the rifle range. He was outgoing, full of life and had a devilish streak in him that interested me. At this time they lived in a two story just like ours. Two bedrooms upstairs with the bath, living room and kitchen downstairs. Their house was located two streets west of our place. Then when he was fifteen, tragedy happened in Sam's shared bedroom. I heard the news at school. I could not believe it. It didn't make sense to me, as Leslie was so careful about firearms. The story was that Leslie had accidentally killed himself while cleaning a rifle in his bedroom. I speed walked from school to Sam and Leslie home. I knocked on the door. Mrs. Willow answered. Her face was tear stained, eyes reddened from crying, her hair mussed and out of place. She opened the screen door to allow me to enter the kitchen area. She started saying to me, "I am so sorry Larry, Leslie isn't home right now." She broke down crying and sobbing. I stepped up to her and hugged her into my arms and said, "I know, I know!" We stood locked in each other's arms, both spilling tears and sobbing with the emotion from the tragedy. We broke apart as Sam came into the kitchen. "Mom, Larry! Jeez, Larry, thanks for coming over. You heard the news then, Leslie shot himself while cleaning a rifle?" I released Mrs. Willow and she sat down in one of the chairs at the kitchen table. She was worrying a handkerchief in her hands. "Yeah, its all over school. How could it have happened? He was so careful about it, he always cautioned all of us on safety." I sat down at the kitchen table, Sam joined me. We leaned on our forearms and spoke softly, the three of us pouring out our grief and trying to piece together what happened and how and why. Through his sobs, Sam said, "I guess we will never know the whole story. I came home and found him on the floor, a single shot up from the bottom of his chin. I guess he died instantly, I hope so anyway. Larry, what are we going to do? Les was so much a part of us, so like me, my brother, my twin." "I guess we will have to just go on. There is nothing we can do, but I am offering my help with whatever needs to be done." I heard a knock at the door and turned. It was a neighbor with a casserole of food. Mrs. Willow got up and welcomed her in and took the casserole from her and placed it on the sideboard. She thanked her and they sat down to talk together. Sam signaled me to follow him upstairs. We went into his bedroom. I briefly glanced at the stain on the floor where Leslie's blood had pooled. "Yeah, it was right there, between our beds. Shit, Larry, how am I going to sleep here tonight? He looked so peaceful lying there, dead!" "Sam, get hold of yourself. You're trying to hold in your grief, your loss. Come here guy." I took him in my arms and hugged his lean body tightly. He broke down and started the process of healing. He cried, sobbed, blubbered how he was sorry, so sorry, he hadn't been there when it happened, he might have saved him, been with him when it happened and maybe prevented it from happening. I don't know how long we sat on his bed, holding each other in grief and sadness at the loss of a friend and brother. It was getting dark outside the window. Sam's father stepped into the room and asked if we were okay. He suggested that maybe Sam could come stay at our house tonight, until things got cleaned up. I responded, "That's a great idea, Mr. Willows, he is welcome and I know its okay with my parents. Why don't you pack some overnight things, Sam, and we'll go to my place?" We went to my place. Mom greeted us at the door and told Sam how sorry she was to hear of the bad news. I told her that he was staying the night with us, was that okay. She told him, "Of course, Sam. You are always welcome to come over and stay the night, just like Leslie used to do." She immediately realized her mistake. I gave her my scowl of warning. She nodded and I proceeded to take Sam up to our room. My younger brother was in our bedroom, reading his porno magazines on the top bunk. He looked up as we entered and I showed Sam where to stow his stuff. "Hey, guys what's up?" Allen shoved the magazine quickly under his pillow. I glanced at the bulge in his shorts. "Guess you didn't hear the news. Leslie shot and killed himself sometime this morning. Sam's sleeping with us tonight." I went to the closet to pull out my sleeping bag, thinking one of us could sleep in it on the floor. "No shit! For real?" blurted out Allen, his mouth open and eyes bulging out in shock. "You guys wouldn't kid about that, would you? Jeez, Sam I feel so bad now." I liked Leslie a lot, he was a neat guy. How did it happen?" Sam started to speak and I interrupted with, "We can talk about it later. Let's get the sleeping arrangements set up. "Sam, you can have my bunk and I'll sleep on the floor." "Fuck no! Larry, I don't want to take your bunk, I'll sleep on the floor." So the arguments started, giving and taking, exchanging ideas. The immediacy of the tragedy forgotten for the moment. Allan, my younger brother, had the best arrangement. "Hey, look I can sleep with Larry in his bunk, and you can have the upper bunk. Its no bother, we've done it a lot of times, right Larry?" He was grinning at me. The little devil had figured out how to force me to cuddle with him once more. I thought it quickly over in my mind. It seemed to be the best solution, and Sam agreed to it. We went on to explain the bathing situation and sat down and just talked about sports and stuff until we heard Mom yell up at us that she needed some help in the kitchen. Allen said he'd do the honors downstairs and he would call us down when supper was ready to serve. Sam and I just talked and talked and I hugged him and tried to press my desire to comfort him. He looked, and I know felt rotten. It was rough loosing a brother so quickly and senselessly. I don't think I would have handled it as bravely as he had done. Allen bellowed up the stairwell that supper was on the table, to get our butts downstairs. Sam wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. I suggested he apply some cold water on them. Dinner was mighty quiet that evening. Mom had prepared a nice meal, in honor of Sam being with us. Dad had heard about the accident while at work. He had been talking to Clarence about it and told him to send Sam over to spend the night. We had already done that, so he had little to say to us. We ate in silence. Upon finishing, Sam thanked Mom for the great meal, and thanked Dad for allowing him to stay the night. Sam, Allen, and I went outside to mess around with the guys until darkness made it impossible to see the baseball. We came in and flopped down in front of the circular screen Muntz television set. The three of us were laying on our bellies watching the Amateur Hour and then Red Skeleton's show. Mom looked down at us and told us it was time for bed, so we three got up and went upstairs. We gave first dibs on the bathroom to Sam. It didn't take him long. Allen and I went in next. We both relieved our bladders at the same time, giggling at the froth we created in the toilet bowl. Then Allen said he needed to take a crap and sat down to take care of business. I finished up quickly as the odor was really bad. I told Allen to open the window after he left or Dad would complain about the bad odor. "Oh, like your shit doesn't stink!" was his remark to me as I closed the door on him. Entering the bedroom, "Say Sam, did Leslie give you that much grief getting ready for bed? The little shit stinks you out of the bathroom, its so bad!" I laughed a bit then looked at Sam. He was fighting for control of his face. It wanted to screw up and cry, but he was attempting to control it. I walked over and hugged his bare chest to mine. "Sorry, guy. I wasn't thinking. It was really insensitive of me, I really didn't mean it to hurt you. Cry, if it will make you feel better. Shit, if I lost Allen, I think I'd flood the fucking room with all the tears!" My hands rubbed his muscular back and found myself patting his ass cheeks gently. "Oh, Christ Larry, I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I'll just break down every time someone mentions Les's name. He hasn't been gone 12 hours yet and I miss him so much!" I pulled his pain-covered face into my shoulder and gripped him harder to my body. My mind was filled with the times Les and me snuggled together naked in my bed and fondled each other and jerked off laying next to each other. "I miss him too! We used to play around together right here in this room. I was just thinking of the last time he was here. He sure knew how to make me feel good! He had talented fingers." Sam pulled away and looked at me funny like. "What! What are you saying? You mean you and Leslie used to...to...fondle each other in your bed?" He sat his lean body down on the edge of my bed. His boxers opened and his long dick flopped out of them. He quickly hid it with his cupped hand and forced it back into his boxers. "Yeah, why? Didn't you and him do it in bed?" I sat down next to him and slid my arm around his body, bending forward slightly to look into his face. "Well, no, er, I mean yeah, we did, but I didn't know he did it with you. It never occurred to me that he'd do it with someone else. It was just the two of us doin' it in bed. He never told me he'd done it with other guys!" He was truly shocked at my revelation of what I had done with his twin brother. At that moment, Allen barged into the room. "What you guys talking about, what you been doing, huh, what's the big secret?" And he bounced onto my bed and knelt behind us with a hand on each of our shoulders, his blond haired head turning to look at us. "Oh, come on Sam, don't pull that innocent shit on us. You're on the track team; you know the guys do it in the shower room at school! What do you think all that grunting and laughing in the tents was all about at camp? What makes you think that Leslie never played around with us swim team guys? He was one of us! And he liked having sex with us guys." "Oh, holy shit! Are we going to jerk off before going to sleep?" said my little naive sexually stimulated brother. His face and body lit up with excitement. He fell back on the bed, raised his skinny legs in the air and tore off his brief and exposed his little dick to Sam and me. It was hard and stood pencil thin up off his body, waving slightly. Sam reached out and playfully slapped at it. That brought an indignant yelp from Allen, as he rolled over and exposed his open ass cheeks to us. Sam and I both laughed as we observed his tight pink ball sac pulled tight up between his thin legs and his pink pucker opening and closing in anticipation. "Sheeze Allen, you got one skinny ass there." Sam delivered a sharp smack to his taut ass cheek. Allen looked back at us, "Okay who is going to fuck me first? Sam, I want you to fuck me, then my brother can get sloppy seconds, come on, I'm willing." "In your wildest dreams, buddy! I ain't putting my clean dick into that shitty hole of yours!" and Sam broke out laughing. Allen had done it again; he had gotten the solemn mood broken up and our minds on something more interesting. He quickly flipped around and wagged his dick with his hand, a questioning look on his face. "And we aren't interested in that little pencil pecker of yours either!" I said as we both got up off the bed. I threw back the covers of my bed, and slipped off my white briefs as Sam watched. He had been starting to climb up into the top bunk, but froze as I removed my briefs. I looked at him and asked, "What?" "I can see why Leslie liked to fondle with you. What the hell is that, a club! It has got to be at least 8 inches long. Man, you are one hung hunk!" slipped from his mouth as he gawked at my rising cock. "I hope you aren't jealous, as from what I saw a moment ago, you are well hung yourself and incidentally, both Allen and I sleep in the raw, naked as jay birds." I sat down and slid under my bed covers. Allen came over and slid in next to me. We both looked up at him from the lower bunk. "Turn off the light will you, you can reach it from the top bunk after you are in bed. Night!" With that said, Allen cuddled into my backside, and forced his little pencil prick up into my ass cheeks, his arm coming around to grab at my hardened dick meat. Sam climbed up into the upper bunk and reached out to flick off the light switch. The room was instantly darkened. Allen and I laid locked together. I guess we were both laying waiting for the motion of Sam stroking his rod in the upper bunk, before dropping off to sleep. I had almost fallen asleep from Allen slowly stroking my cock, when we both felt the upper bunk starting to quietly bounce as Sam started jacking off. We heard his strangled muffled release and then all was quiet and we fell into a deep welcomed sleep. The next morning I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth at the sink, when Sam opened the door and came in. "I hope you don't mind, but I really have to take a whiz bad." So saying he whipped out his hard cock and pointed it downward and released a heavy stream of urine into the bowl. I glanced down and noticed his magnificence, held downward with one finger. "Why should I mind, I just did the same thing not ten minutes ago. Need to use the sink? I'm just finishing up." I rinsed my brush and put it in the cup rack. Swished some water in my mouth and spit it out. Sam was standing behind me, a warm hand on my brief covered ass cheek as he squeezed back by me. His lips briefly touched mine. "What the hell was that, Sam? Did you just kiss me?" I was stunned. "Umh, sorry, just habit I guess, Leslie and I used to do it every morning as we got ready to go to school. I really am sorry, Larry!" "Shit, I'm not, that felt nice. Here we should do it right!" I grabbed his neck and pulled his face into mine. It was a very mutual loving kiss. We were deeply staring at each other when Allen made his appearance. "Oh, shit, you two aren't going all mushy on me are you?" and he pushed past us and stood at the toilet, his hardon pointed down and his solid stream thundering into the bowl. He shook his dick a couple of times and squeezed it, while looking at us. "Come on, let's get dressed and down to breakfast." Sam followed me back into the bedroom and in silence we dressed. Allen was at the sink, brushing his teeth and obscenely grinning at us with his foam filled mouth. As we finished up breakfast and cleared the dishes from the table, I turned to Sam and said, "You really don't have to go to school today, everyone will understand. You are welcome to stay here, or go back to your place." "No, I think you are right, I got to face the devils or I'll never get over loosing my brother. I don't know how I'll answer all the questions. Besides, I don't want to have to make up any damn tests. If it gets too bad, I'll just go to the nurse and get a pass to leave school for the day." He put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed hard to let me know he appreciated the thoughts. Well, Sam and I did get through that day at school. The track coach had Sam running around the track in time trials and then weight room exercises. Coach Jodie had me swimming laps in the pool. Both Sam and I wound up in the showers at the same time. We both were staring at our naked bodies, sizing each other up. It was the first time I really got to see all of Sam. Naturally, I had seen him shirtless a number of times, but he was always wearing some kind of shorts. Like me, he was tall and lean. He had a nice abdominal development, and was very nicely equipped. His full seven inches, I guessed, arched out over his compact ball sac. He was circumcised and his glans looked like a heavy knob and the end of his wide straight shaft. He had a neatly trimmed pubic hair over the top of his cock. I noticed, like me and the rest of the swimmers, he had very little body hair; his ball sack and sinuous thighs were shaved. I admired the muscularity of his body. He turned off his shower, and strode over to one next to me, muttering that he felt that I was fucking him with my eyes. I grinned and turned my back to him as I rinsed off my face. I startled as I felt a soapy hand on my shoulder and back. He began to wash and scrub my back as I placed both my hands against the showers tiled wall. It was more of a massage, than wash. I held my breath as his hands went down around my waist and gasped as his hand slip between my ass cheeks and his finger slid past my twitching pucker. I would have let him if he wanted to fuck me; I was ready for it. But he just slapped me lightly on the ass, and told me to do his back for him. As I slowly and leisurely soaped his back and butt, making sure I covered every inch of his up to now unfamiliar body, I told him about the Explorer Advisor wanting a couple guys to go out to the farm and check out the camping trailer stored behind the barn. It needed some cleaning and checking over since the last outing. I asked if he would like to go with me to check it out. We could sleep overnight in the barn and have a whole weekend away from family. That would work out fine. It would give him something to do as his parents removed all traces of Leslie from the home. They had decided to give all his things to the Goodwill so that some other children would be able to make use of them. This was okay with Sam, as he had duplicates of whatever Leslie had owned. That was the way with the twins, what one had, so did the other. Still it was painful to him to see Leslie's belongings around the house and to know that he would never return to use them. His parents thought it was a great idea and encouraged him to go with me. We would leave on Saturday morning and return late Sunday afternoon. Our Explorer Advisor picked us up at my house. He had his station wagon so that we could store our bedrolls and knapsacks in back. He had brought his oldest son Richard with him. Richard was 19 years old and had started himself a nursery out on the farm in Ashtabula. His grandparents owned a greenhouse and land that once was a plant nursery. He decided the ornamental plants he was nurturing would someday earn him enough money for college, or set him up in a landscaping business. Often he would enlist the help of some of us to do the necessary weeding and tilling of the soil between rows of young trees and bushes. Those were fun times during the summer and on weekends. Richard paid all our meal expenses and we were able to sleep in the barn and roam the nearby woods...all for a days work of weeding. Lake Erie was just a short walk away and at night we would walk down to the beach and skinny dip and romp on the beach naked as the day we were born. Unfortunately, this happened before my full sexual wakening and nothing sexual really happened. We were all 14 and 15 year olds, just learning what sex was all about and the group mentality was girls, girls, girls. The close adult supervision didn't help matters along. The 55-minute car trip from home to Ashtabula passed quickly. We were all full of innocent chatter, discussing up coming camping trips and what we were going to do over the summer. Richard asked if we could help with some hoeing of weeds while we were checking out the Explorer trailer. He didn't think we would spend that much time cleaning and sorting out things to see what needed to be replenished. If we were willing to help him, he would help us get things tidied up in the trailer. Both Sam and I agreed that we would try to help him some, depending what happened to the trailer over the winter and last camping trip. We arrived at the farm and as the Explorer Advisor and Richard greeted their grandparents, Sam and I went with our bedrolls to the barn. At the back of the barn was a platform that raised up off the dirt floor. Richard's grandfather had placed a half bale of straw on it for us to sleep on. Sometimes, if a lot of us were there, we would spread a soft layer of fresh hay over the platform and lay our bedrolls on top of it. Sam and I decided not to do that, instead we would use our inflatable mattresses...army surplus stuff.. We then went out the side door of the barn and around back to check out the trailer. It was not in too bad shape. We took out some pails and went to the water spigot drew some water, added soap and disinfectant and set to work washing the trailer inside and out. Finishing the washing, we quickly took stock of what needed to be replaced, made a note of them and refolded and replace everything into the trailer. It was ready for out next big trip...after we replenished the missing items. We still had some daylight left and went looking for Richard. At the farmhouse, his grandmother told us that he had gone to the field to hoe the weeds, and if we liked, we could take some hoes and go join him in the field. Sam looked at me and I looked at Sam and we both agreed at the same time, laughed and headed to the shed to pick up the hoes. Side by side we walked down the gravel road to the nearby nursery field. We looked out and saw Richard way down in the field, wearing only his white briefs. We pulled off our t-shirts and slid out of our jeans, neatly folding them and placing them near Richard's pile of clothing. We both would be getting some needed sun and doing a good turn for Richard. Ambling down the row, whacking at a weed or two, we finally caught up to where Richard was hoeing. "Hey, glad you guys could join me! Just take a row and cut out any weeds growing close to the shrubs, the tiller will get the weeds in the row when I use that tomorrow." We exchanged a few words and each took a row and started chopping out the weeds growing around the ornamental shrub. I looked up at Richard who was chopping the row next to me. I couldn't help noticing the big pouch in front of his jockey shorts. The shorts were tight and clung to his ass cheeks. He had a wiry build, all flowing muscle as he used the hoe. He had nice muscular legs. I idealized his large calf and thighs. Richard had done a lot of running and football in school, and keep in shape with lots of walking on the farm. I especially liked the way he wore his socks, folded down over the top of his heavy work shoes. His wide back tapered down to his trim small waist, and I noted how the perspiration had formed a wet transparent "V" in the back of his briefs below the elastic waistband. His shoulders were capped with rounded three section deltoids, and his traps made long downward bulges that accentuated his large biceps. His entire body was covered in a slight sheen of perspiration that made him a living Greek statue. How I longed to run my fingers over him, to explore his physique with my fingertips. He turned just then, smiled and noted that I had kept up with him. His eyes took in the large bulge in my shorts. "Maybe we should take a break, now that we are down near the creek. I'd like to soak my feet and cool them off. Hey, Sam, come on over! Break time." and he strode off down the few feet of field yet un-hoed. We found a nice patch of soft grasses under the maples that grew along the creek edge. Sam collapsed and laid down, arms and legs akimbo. Richard sat in front of where I sat, and making sure his crotch was openly exposed to me, took off his boots and pulled off his sweaty socks. I couldn't help but notice how his cock and balls filled his brief to strain the cloth. He smiled at me and went over to the small creek, which flowed through the lot line. He found a rock to sit on and plunge his feet into the cold waters. He sighed and leaned back, displaying his chest and abdomen for me. He looked at me, "You like what you see?" turned his head back to look at Sam and splashed his feet in the water. "I'm sorry I was staring, but Rich you look like a bronze God, like those Greek statues in those art books. You sure are blessed with a great body." I watched as he ran his open palm up to his chest, like he was collecting sweat and rubbing it into his pecs. I watched, holding my breath, as he rubbed a nipple and it hardened into a small nub. "Yeah, the girls go for my body, too! I guess I am one hot stud!" He dropped his chin to his chest and kicked his feet in the water. "What do you think Sam? Do I or Do I not have a sexy body?" Sam sat up and grabbed his ankles. "Oh, you are one fine stud Rich and I bet you make all the girls happy when you are with them. Why don't you tell us about some of your dates? You know us guys can always use some pointers." and he laid back and his hand fondled his cock and balls in his boxer shorts. "Oh, I don't want to get you guys all worked up with nothing to play with. That would be cruel and unjust!" He smiled and chuckled as he rolled the idea around in his head. My heart beat and breathing had quickened, just seeing him fondle himself. He slid his hand under his waistband and adjusted his cock into a more comfortable position. I gulped and turned away. "Okay, I'll tell you about my last date with Josey Parker. You guys know her don't you? She lives down near you guys. Well, we went out to the diner and then to the Palace Theater to see a movie. Later, in my truck we made out. I'd found this neat spot where you could park and not be bothered, no one could see you. Well, we started hugging and kissing. She sure could put her tongue way down my throat, fucking hot let me tell you. Well, I soon had her blouse loosened and getting my self a nice handful of tit and was pinching her nipples, when she just grabbed my swollen cock and squeezed it hard. Then she unzipped my jeans and fetched my fucker out into the open air. Let me tell you I was standing tall and firm. She then started stroking my Johnson real nice and slow. All the time our mouths locked together swapping spit. Well, I figured I would go for the goal and slid my hand up under her skirt. Shit, I lie to you not, she wasn't wearing any panties and my finger slid right into her wet warm cunt. She was hot to trot and we couldn't get naked fast enough. My jeans were around my ankles and my shirt thrown in the back seat. Guys, she was a vision to behold. Her nice firm tits were thrust out for me and as I fondle one of them, she encouraged me to suckle on the other. I was in seventh heaven!" I laid her back onto the seat and positioned my self over her, between her legs; I opened the passenger door so I would have some working room. Josey likes being licked and I buried my face into her pussy. I licked the little man and slurped up her sweet juices as my finger plunged in and out of her cunt. She was moaning and pleading me to mount her in no time at tall. You guys should have seen her eyes when she got a load of this here studs cock. I was bloated to the max. My knob was swollen tight and bright red as I slipped it between her red swollen pussy lips. You know what I mean, right up and deep into her. I was fucking out of my mind as her cunt walls contracted around my prick. Man that is the sweetest feeling, a woman's cunt walls enclosing your cock. Well, you guys know the rest. I started pumping that bitch like a engine piston and she was screaming with joy as we both came in that explosion of juices. I was spent with the effort, but I kept kissing her tits and lapping at them as my cock started shrinking. We continued kissing and swapping spit for a while and telling her how great she made me feel and how lucky I was to have a girl friend that knew what she wanted. "Shit, now I've cum in my briefs, just telling you guys the story." I looked and sure enough, a large wet section revealed his swollen glans through the material. He stood and pulled down his briefs and took them to the creek and swished them in the water, then rung them out. He stood there with his hard prong jutting out from his hips. It was magnificent and made me hold my breath. He looked at me and smiled, "Hey Sam, it looks like I got Larry all worked up." He walked his beautiful naked body over and stood spread legged in front of me. "Would you like to lick my cock clean?" He slowly fondled it and waved it in front of me. "Shit, get that monster out of my face." I turned my head away and he laughed at what appeared to be a look of disgust on my face. "How about you, Sam? Want a taste of a real man's cock!" He turned and walked over to where Sam was laying and stood over him. He flicked his swollen stalk and some cock snot flicked out and hit Sam on his bare chest. "Oh, shit Rich, you are so fucking crude. We don't do that queer stuff and you know it. Go rinse off in the creek and leave us alone." Sam had wiped his hand on his chest and was rubbing the residue of Richards cum onto the grass at his side. Rich moved one of his bare feet to Sam's crotch and rubbed his swollen cock hidden beneath Sam's boxer shorts. Sam quickly rolled away and stood up. "Breaks over, I'm getting back into the field and chopping some more weeds. It's getting late and your folks will be coming down to inspect our progress." Sam picked up his hoe and walked back out into the field. Rich bent over and lifted one leg as he slipped back into his damp briefs. I was exposed to his tight buns and soft brown hair between them. I gulped at the scene. I was really aroused sexually and embarrassed at what had just occurred. I stood up, my hard cock bulging out in front of me, stretching the white fabric of my briefs. Richard had picked up our hoes and handed me mine. I looked at him. "Is what you just told us true, or was it something to get us all hot and bothered?" "All true, buddy boy and I see you liked it also!" He snickered and walked out into the field. We were soon all whacking at the weeds around the plants. My mind was racing to assimilate what I had experienced and felt. Why had I become so excited when I saw Richards cock and naked body. Was I becoming queer, did I like having sex with boys, but then Richard's story had made me get a hard dick and leak some precum. A sort time later, Richard's grandmother called from the road that it was time to come back for dinner. She didn't wait for us to come out of the field, but walked back down the road to the farmhouse. The three of us walked up the row and put on our t-shirts and pulled on our jeans, then retied out boots. Sam kept wanting to know more about what Richard and Josey had done in the truck as we walked back to the house. I was silent as I had a lot of thinking to do. Richard's grandmother had prepared and wonderful meal for us. Fried chicken, fluffy mashed potatoes, fresh garden green beans and sliced fresh tomatoes. A big pitcher of milk sat on the table. We all took second helpings and still didn't make a dent in the fixings. Grandma complained that we growing boys were just not eating enough and we all told her we were plumb stuffed to the gills. That made her and Grandpa smile. Richard's dad suggested we go out and sit on the porch and watch the sun set. I suggested that someone should help clean up the dishes. Since I mentioned it, I got the job of assisting Grandma tidy up the kitchen. She was pleased that I helped and thanked me profusely. Then drying her hands on a large apron, she suggested I go out and sit with the men folk on the porch. I joined Rich and Sam sitting on the porch stoop, as the two adults had the chairs and were smoking cigarettes and softly talking with each other. We sat quietly and the sun slowly set in the west, twilight came and we watched the stars break out in the black sky above us. Richard's dad started pointing out the different constellations and telling us a little of the background of each planet. It was a quickie course in astronomy. Grandma came to the screen door and suggested that we boys get ready to retire and that the men folk come in to listen to the evening news on the radio. Richard bid us goodnight and went up to his room in the house. Sam and I headed for the barn. As we rolled out our bedrolls and inflated the air mattresses, I told Sam that I had brought some comic strips that I had copied from some books and I wanted to show him and get his ideas about them. I had told a small lie, they were drawn from my own fantasies, things I had thought about and wanted to do sexually with another guy. They were comics I used to jerk off with and I was hoping that Sam would participate in my first mutual masturbation fantasy. My body was all a tingle as I undressed and climbed into my bedroll. I leaned forward and drew the bundle of drawing from my knapsack. I rolled over onto my belly and spread the strips out where we could both look at them under the lantern light. Sam was enthralled with them. He looked and guffawed and made lewd remarks about the drawings. After looking at the last strip, he turned to me and said, "You know what, we should try some of these things! You want to do it? I would, and we don't need to let anyone know we did it. That story Rich told this afternoon and these drawings tonight have got me hot and bothered." He rolled to his back and opened his bedroll. I glanced at his crotch and his hard swollen man sized veined cock was jutting upward out of his mass of dark pubic hair. He had been circumcised and it simply looked beautiful to me, and smooth from the glans downward. I eagerly reached out to feel it with my fingertips. It was so soft and smooth skinned and throbbing with a life force within it. "Go ahead Larry, grasp it in your fist. Here, let me feel yours, man you got a lot of cock hanging there." He reached and gripped my semi hard cock in his fist and started moving his hand up and down. He was fascinated with my foreskin, watching it cover and then uncover my pink glans to his eyes. "Shit that must feel good rubbing up over your cock head. They took mine at the time I was born so I will never know how good that feels. Hey, neat, it shrinks as your cock gets harder. Man, you sure are lucky." He continued to stroke my cock. Then he felt my ball sac and fondled my balls. "Your nuts are as big and full as mine!" His head was close to my cock and I felt his warm breath against my sensitive skin. He was watching how the foreskin worked up and down. I groaned and a small drop of clear fluid rose up out of my piss slit. I shuddered with the feeling of Sam's rough tongue as he licked it off. I gasped in shock as I felt his hot mouth enclose the tip of my cock and he lowered his mouth to engulf my turgid pecker. His head bobbed up and down a couple of times, then he pulled off, my cock popping out of his firm gripping lips. "Man that is so good, come on Larry, do me now. I swear you'll like it, as I know I loved sucking on your big prick. If felt awesome in my mouth." He was on his back once again and his hips were slightly raised to offer his swollen member for me to lick and suckle. It is an awesome feeling to have another's soft skinned, yet firm hard cock slide inside your mouth. It fits so well into your mouth cavity, you would think God designed it that way. Sam was right, he tasted sweet, slightly salty and tangy flavored. My mind reeled with the feeling of his veined cock sliding over my tongue and deep into my mouth cavity. I closed my lips around his hot shaft and sucked inward. Sam moaned loudly and exclaimed how good my sucking felt to him. His hand was on my head and he was urging me to bob my head up and down on his pecker. He pushed my head down and his cock went deep into my throat and I gagged on it. He loved feeling that and gasped at the pleasure he felt. "Oh, fuck, do that again, will you!" I did and he gasped again. "That is so fucking awesome." He twisted his body so his head was down near my cock. I felt him swallow mine and felt his mouth close around my shaft and felt the pressure of his sucking. His tongue swirling around my bloated glans set me on fire, my temperature rose and we laid and suckled each other for a long time. We were totally oblivious to the world around us as we both regaled in this first sexual act with each other. Sam's tongue was doing some wonderful things on my cock and I tried to warn him as that tightness swept over my body and my legs strained as my testicles pulled up tight and I felt myself exploding and filling Sam's mouth with my first big shared load of cum. As my body dropped back onto the bedroll, Sam kept sucking on me. His hand was gripping my balls and pulling them down, trying to relax them. I felt a finger pushing in on my perineum and rubbing there. I reached for his hips and pulled his cock to my mouth and engulfed it. I licked and sucked his swollen chalabber till he couldn't stand it and he shouted out as his cock erupted to fill my mouth with hot cum. Without thinking, I began swallowing, his cock planted down my throat. Each swallow brought a gasp of pure pleasure from him. He flexed his hips and tore his cock out of my mouth. He flopped onto his back and was gulping in air, his hands thrown up over his head. "Larry, that was so fucking awesome! Leslie never did me that good, and you got a cock to be proud of...it's so big and fat that it fills my entire mouth. I Love sucking that fucker. We do have to do this more, soon as I recover." He was kneeling beside me and his hand was softly rubbing over my chest and belly. I looked up at his warm brown eyes, they were filled with tears of joy. I softly asked, "Tell me about you and Leslie, what did you guys do together. I mean, you said Leslie had never done you that good. What did you mean?" "Well, you know Leslie was my twin, right? He'd been taking gym at school with those seniors and he overheard them talking about sex and how they were pissed at how the girls kept teasing them on dates. One of the guys remarked that he was glad some of his buddies knew how to get rid of the tension and prevent a case of blue balls. He heard the others laugh and agree that helping a buddy was the greatest. Well, the conversation got Les's attention and he went round the row of lockers to where all the senior jocks were. "Les said they were all naked and ready to take showers and some had boners standing out in front of themselves. Well, when they saw Leslie, they asked what he wanted. You know Leslie had a nice build and he looked older that sixteen. He told them that he was interested in what he heard them talking about and he wanted to know more. "A couple of guys laughed, but Johnson didn't and he shushed the other guys up and told Leslie to join them in the showers and they would tell him what he wanted to know. Well, Leslie did it and they showed him how to jerk a guy off and to suck on his cock so that you'd not get blue balls when the girls teased and didn't give out. Right that night he came home and told me and showed me. We've been doing it since then, well, when he was still living we did it. This is the first time I've sucked a guy other than my brother. Hey, Larry, it was great. You have so much more cock than Leslie did...his was kind of thin, you know. "Jeez Sam, you are serious, not telling me just a story. You and Leslie really jerked each other off and sucked each other's peckers? You guys did the stuff that is in the comics?" I was breathing a little fast and felt my pulse quicken and my blood race thorough my body. This had been a really fantastic event in my life, my fantasy come true and with Sam, who I secretly had the hots for ever since I had met Leslie. "Hell, yeah! You enjoyed it, didn't you? You sure acted like you were enjoying the experience! We did a lot of more stuff, too. Just like what was drawn in those comic strips you copied." Sam turned on his side to face me, his lipid cock hanging down over his lower thigh. His hand reached for it and began fingering the shaft and squeezing the glans between thumb and forefinger. His soft brown eyes gleamed in the reflected lanterns light. His right arm was bent and supported his head. His pink tongue slowly licked his full lips as a smile widened them. "Did, ah, did you and Leslie, you know, fuck each other?" I mumbled and embarrassed that I would even ask such a question. My face felt hot, and my cock wilted as I waited for Sam's reply. "What, why? Do you want to do that tonight?" Sam stared at me excitedly. "Umh, no, I was just wondering if you had and was going to ask you how it felt and what you thought about doing it, was it the same as with a girl? You know, just gathering information for the future. No! I don't think I'm up to that tonight, but I would if you did want to do it." I looked away from Sam's intent stare. What the fuck was I thinking of, I'd just exposed my fantasies to Sam. What a dumb thing to do. "Yeah, I don't think I would be up for it tonight. Just jacking off together was nice and my cock isn't interested in doing anything more tonight. I guess we should just put out the lantern and get some shuteye. Larry, it was really good, what we did together." His long arm reached out and turned the gas valve on the lantern and it hissed out and we were in darkness. I heard him rustle around settle himself into his sleeping bag and then the soft steady breathing as he feel asleep. I pulled up my sleeping bag and settled down inside it. I lay on my back, one hand on my chest, the other comforting my still swollen and excited cock. My mind was racing through all sorts of scenarios of what might have been; was I turning out to be queer as the guys talked about it; who could I go to and talk this out with? I feel asleep with these thoughts and more roaming around inside my mind. Morning came all too soon. The bright rising sun was coming through the dirty barn window. Sam was gone, his sleeping bag rolled up. I heard voices out by the trailer. I sat up and pulled on a sweat sweater, and then pulled on my clean briefs and then got out of my sleeping bag and pulled on my jeans. "Well good morning sleepy head." I turned to see Grandfather feeding his prize doves. They were caged in the barn in a huge floor to ceiling wire cage. They were pure white and had a small blood red heart on their chest. They softly cooed and fluttered in the cage as Grandfather spread the seed for them and changed the water dishes. "Those doves sure are beautiful and I guess very rare. I've never seen one before." I rolled up my bedroll and then went over to the cage and stood beside Rich's grandfather. He looked down at me and grinned. "I would button up your fly before one of them takes your little worm for his breakfast." I looked down. Sure enough I'd been too busy to button up the fly of my jeans. "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that, they might choke on my worm!" And grinned as grandfather made a face. I quickly buttoned my jeans up and turned to go out the side door of the barn and investigate the voices coming from our trailer. Grandfather was chuckling and said as he left the barn, "I'd like to see that worm of yours someday. Then I'll tell you whether they'd choke on it or not!" He walked across the cement driveway and up the back porch stairs. I heard the screen door to the kitchen slam shut. Richard, his Dad, and Sam were just closing down the trailer. I guess they had been looking over our work. "You fellows did a great job in cleaning up the trailer. Once we get the missing items for it, it will be ready for another outing. Well, I would guess Gran has breakfast ready for us. What are you two going to do with the rest of your day?" said Richard's Dad and our Explorer Advisor. Sam looked at me, then at Richard. "Well, we would like to scout out the woods and see if we could find a nice site for out Indian campout next month. Then I guess we will help Richard weed his nursery stock." The four of us reached the top of the porch stairs, just as Richard's Grandmother came to the doorway to call us for breakfast. It was a real country farm breakfast. She had scrambled eggs and bacon, some sausage patties, hash browns and flapjacks with plenty of good Ohio Maple Syrup. Grandfather had just finished pouring us all a steaming mug of hot coffee, and there was a cold pitcher of milk on the table and glasses at Sam and my place setting. Grandmother brought a tray with small glasses of orange juice on it and we each took a glass and downed the contents before starting in on all the vittles set out for us. "I don't think I have ever seen a spread like this before. I'm not sure I can eat all that is here." and I started taking items off the platters as they were passed to me. I took small portions and place them on the plate before me. It sure was a lot of food. Grandfather looked at my plate. "Is that all you are going to eat? Farmers eat hearty, because the work hard. You won't have enough to keep you going till lunch time, son." All the others chided me for the small portions, except Grandmother. "Now hush, you men folk. The boy knows what he can eat and I am sure if he is hungry enough he will have seconds, that is if you three will leave enough for us to have second." I glanced around at the others plates, they were piled with food. Not much was being said and we all dove in with our spoons and forks and shoveled the great food to our mouths. "This sure is good cooking, Mrs. Altknecht. I appreciate your fixing it for us! And I will have a second helping of those flapjacks...they are absolutely scrumptious," I was handed the platter and took two of the thick flapjacks off and put them on my plate. They were already passing me the butter and syrup. "My the boy has manners and a healthy appetite. See Franz, he does eat like a farmer, a well mannered farmer!" and Grandmother chuckled as Grandfather choked on his mouthful of food. We all giggled and laughed. Of course I stayed and helped clear off the table and wash up the dishes. Grandmother thanked me for helping and then shooed me out the door. The screen door slammed behind me and I trotted down the porch stairs. Sam was sitting on the bottom stair waiting for me. He looked up at me, grinning. "Well you finally made it, did you? I've been waiting it seems like hours." and he started to rise up and was laughing at the look on my face. I gave him a friendly punch in the arm and chided him on his not helping clean up the breakfast dishes. "Let's get our stuff and get to the woods. Rich really wants us to help weed the nursery patch before we leave today. He says if it rains next week, he will never catch up on the weeding." It was a copse that had grown into a greenwood. It had fairly mature trees of elm, maple and oak. I noticed a few American chestnut trying to grow, but the blight would soon have at them and they would die off. Along the lot line were Osage Orange, typically used by the first landowners to outline their holdings. It was a hard dense wood that resisted decay for many years. It also rooted and formed a think dense tree line around the farm lot. We tramped though this woodlot until we came upon a clearing that would be just right for out Indian campout next month. The brake fern carpeted the clearing; I didn't like that as it indicated a lot of moisture in the ground. Sam ventured that it wouldn't be a problem if we used waterproof ground cloths in the tents. Sam shinnied up a nearby tree and found out where the barn and farmhouse were. He held out his arm to indicate the location and I blazed a few trees in that direction with spray paint. That would help us locate it next month. When Sam came down, we walked in the direction of the farmhouse, spraying a few trees along the way to make a trail. We made it back out of the woodlot and told the folks that we had returned and were going to help Richard weed the nursery lot. We picked up hoes and walked down the gravel road to where the nursery stock was planted. I looked into the field and shaded my eyes. Off in the distance I saw a figure that was Richard. "Hey, Sam, is that Richard way off there?" I pointed in the direction and Sam squinted his eyes and started. "Yeah, it looks like Richard, but damn, it looks like he's naked as a jay bird!" He looked at me and grinned. "Well, I'm not going t o take off my clothes and leave them by the road side for anyone coming along to collect. I sure am not going to get naked, either. I can just imagine driving back home with a sun blistered ass cheeks." I started removing my t-shirt and folded it up. Next I struggled getting my jeans off over my boots. "Damn, Larry! You got nice ass cheeks and tight and rounded. If I'd seen them last night I would have shown you something else Leslie and I used to do! Sweet!" and he slapped my brief covered ass cheeks. "Yeah, speaking of last night...I don't know if I'd like to do that again. I mean, it felt good and all that, but I don't know if it is the right thing for two teenagers to be doing." I folded up my jeans and put them on top of my t-shirt. I stood there looking at Sam with just my tight white briefs and boots. I bent over to pick up my hoe. "Oh, man, don't offer your sweet ass to me like that, Larry" and turning around placed his foot on the hoe blade and the handle raised up to his hand. He had a self-satisfied smirk on his face. "This is how we farmers pick up a hoe!" He stepped into the ditch along the road, and between the wire fencing into the field. Sam walked down one row, weeding as we went, I did another. We finally caught up to Richard. Yes, he was naked, the picture of a God, except he wore those heavy boots. He stood and leaned on the hoe handle. "Glad you two could make it. Now I'll fire up the tiller and go between the rows." He walked over to the machine and fired it up. When he put it into gear, a cloud of dust rose out of the back tiller compartment. He turned to me, "and now you know why I am naked. With all this dry dust, I'd be covered with it and so would my clothes. This way, I can just jump in the creek or hose myself down. He left us choking in the dust that the tiller was kicking up. We each chose a row and started chopping out the weeds. The sun felt good, and I turned to look back at Sam and he was now naked, his briefs sitting on top of one of the shrubs. I shook my head, knowing that his lily-white ass was going to be bright red by lunchtime. I didn't want to think what color his big dangling pecker was going to be. To be continued. Comments on this story series can be directed to the author (Laetuseros@aol.com) or the editor (chipster071053@yahoo.com), and will be greatly appreciated.