Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2012 10:50:20 -0800 (PST) From: David Copperfield Subject: Buddy Foreword Each of these vignettes is a single scene, an episode in the life of a boy or boys, an introduction to some of life's delights. They depict youngsters' first steps into the mysteriously exciting unknown. Where they may go thereafter is left to the fertile imagination of the reader. But remember: even in your imagination the boys should always be the ones to decide. I trust you all to handle them with consideration and care. ============================================================================= Buddy "Wow! Thanks, Uncle Jim!" My just-turned-eleven-year-old nephew held tight to the handlebars of his birthday present, a lightweight Japanese ten-speed. He beamed up at me and tossed his shock of blond hair back as he reared up to give me a big hug and a peck on the cheek. "Take it easy till you get the hang of the gears." I warned. "And always -- I mean _always_ -- use the lock. Even if you are just popping into a store or something. Always lock it to something that won't run away and can't be torn loose, like a lamppost. A lot of people would love to steal that baby and if one does I can't replace it." I handed him the Kryptonite KRY New York chain lock ($57 online). It came with a one-year anti-theft warranty but I didn't think I needed to tell Danny that because knowing it might tempt him to carelessness. He draped it over his shoulder and slid onto the seat. "Just ride around the block a few times before dinner. You can give it a full workout tomorrow. And of course keep it in the garage when you're not using it." Danny nodded and took off. For the next hour he kept circling the block again and again, carefully working through all the gear settings, checking the brakes and glorying in the bike's smooth functioning. Only when his mom called him in for dinner (actually called us since I was invited to share) did he reluctantly wheel the bike into the garage. I was amused to see him hitch the chain lock to a pipe in the back of the garage before he lowered the door. He was taking my warning seriously. Dinner was ordinary because his birthday fell on a Wednesday so he had asked that the party be put off till Saturday when his friends could stay late. He mother did bring out a single large slice of cake on which she had managed to plant eleven candles. Danny doused them all with a single puff so strong that it blew two of the candles onto the plate. He would have to repeat the performance with the real cake on Saturday, though. As I took my leave I suggested that he ride over to my place after school the next day. His mother readily agreed on condition he be home in time for dinner and homework. She had encouraged our friendship since the day two years ago when his father had informed her that he was going to trade her in for his younger and more attractive secretary. The experience had thoroughly soured her on other men and she was happy to avail herself of my services as stand-in daddy. (I suspected she was meeting her other needs with a girlfriend who often dropped in for 'girl talk' on the weekends Danny spent with me.) Danny arrived the next afternoon about ten minutes after his school let out. I shook my head in wonderment and some alarm. "How fast were you riding?" He grinned in pride and awe. "The speedometer said thirty miles an hour!" I shook my head harder."That's too fast, Danny. Too fast for street riding. Just because the bike can do it doesn't mean you should push your luck. You know how car speedometers show speeds up to 120? Nobody in his right mind would drive anywhere near that, at least not on streets. If you want to ride on a closed bike track, OK -- but if you ever flip over you can really scrape yourself raw." At least he knew always to wear his helmet, I thought. I glanced out the window and saw the bike securely locked to a lamppost just outside the door of my apartment building. He was being careful about that, anyway. "Come on in." He walked, almost danced, into my living room. Beaming, he treated me to another hug. "I've got something else for you. Another present." Danny's eyes bugged out. "_Another_ one? Beside the bike?" He could hardly believe his luck. "Yes. But this one is sort of special. For one thing, you can't take it home. I'll keep it for you here." Danny looked puzzled but eager. "Wow. Is it, like a secret or something? Secret from Mom? Because she doesn't want you to spend so much money on me?" I stroked my chin as if in thought. "Yes, you probably should keep it just between us." "OK." He danced with eagerness. "Where is it?" "Go look in the closet." He opened the closet to reveal a large cardboard box, securely taped. He tried to tear off the tape, failed and ran to the kitchen for a paring knife. With three swift slices and a dive through the styrofoam stuffing he bared the object it held. He peered into the box in puzzlement, reached in and withdrew its contents. His puzzlement grew. "What is it?" He lifted out an object the size of a large sofa cushion, made of soft flesh-colored plastic, and held it at waist level. I could see the wheels turning rapidly inside his head. "What does it look like?" I asked. He stared. And gulped. And blushed. Deeply. "It...uh... it looks like... a butt!" I smiled. He grasped it more tightly till the twin globes pressed against his groin. Reaching around it he encountered something that made him blush even redder. "It's...a boy's! It's got a wiener!" I laughed out loud. "Yup. It's a boy's. A special kind. Squeeze the wiener and see what happens." He seemed ready for a moment to drop the object onto the floor but then did as I suggested. "Eew...when I squeeze it gets stiff!" "Yup. It's filled with some kind of gel that expands when you squeeze it. Like yours does when you rub it." I had accidentally interrupted his self-pleasure on two occasions so Danny knew that I knew that he knew what a wiener was for besides excretion. Now he was tongue-tied. "So...I can, like, jerk it off? But why? I mean..." He was thoroughly nonplussed. I reached around him to take hold of the globes and pull them gently apart, revealing a small hole. He stared at it, then turned and stared at me. Now he was _really_ blushing. "It's....it's a toy for butt fucking?" "Yes." I reached into the box and brought out a package that contained a tube of cream. I squeezed a tiny glob onto Danny's finger. "You want to smear a bit of this inside the hole and a bit more on yourself to make everything slide smoothly." Danny just gaped: at the toy, at the tube, at his finger and at me. "Where...where did you get this?" "There are special stores that sell this kind of stuff. Not to kids though. I had to put in a special order to get this size. The ones they regularly carry are too loose for a kid your size." "Do they sell girl parts too?" "Yes they do but you'll have time enough later to get into the girl stuff. I thought you would be more comfortable starting out with a partner more like you." "A partner?" He gaped and then burst out laughing. "A boy butt for a partner?" "Only half a partner, I guess. I hope you're not disappointed." He cocked his head, looking back and forth from the toy to the tube to me. "I'm surprised as hell," he admitted. "I'm... uh, I dunno... I mean, uh...." His voice trailed off. "If you don't want it I can always take it back." Actually I couldn't; the store's 'no returns' policy was absolute. But Danny didn't need to know that. "Um... maybe I should try it out once? I mean, you were nice enough to order it special so...." "Take your time." I gave him a gentle push in the direction of the bedroom. "Remember: anything worth doing...." He grinned wryly. "Yeah, you told me. 'Anything worth doing is worth doing for a while.'" I had offered him this piece of wisdom the first time I accidentally intruded on his solitary recreation. Now With the toy in one hand and the tube in the other he walked into the bedroom and shut the door. I busied myself in the kitchen making a snack. After about five minutes I heard Danny call my name. I found him standing in the bedroom door totally nude and sporting a sweet three inches of turgid flesh which he was idly fingering. He was blushing again. "Can you help me?" He mumbled. "What do you need? Directions?" I chuckled. "Aren't you sure what to put where?" Embarrassed but determined, he strode into the bedroom. The toy was propped on the bed, globes upraised, in proper position for its intended function. "I..uh...I can't get it in," he muttered. "It keeps sliding out." "Did you use enough lube?" He pointed at the whitish smear on the small hole. "Did you put some on you too?" He squeezed a drop from the tube and applied it to his throbbing erection. I moved behind him, reached around him and pulled the globes apart with my right hand. I pushed his buttocks gently with my left until his penis reached its target. Then I applied pressure with both hands till he was wholly immersed. I held him there for a few moments as he took account of where he was and what he was there to do. Then he started to pump. Within seconds he was thrusting so hard that his penis popped out on the backstrokes and he had to fumble to put it back in place. "Slow down. Remember about taking a while?" He panted and puffed and pushed harder. "I'll do it for a while next time. This time I just want to (uh!) DO IT!" And do it he did, hugging his plastic partner harder and harder, for a minute of rapidly rising passion. Then he collapsed with a joyful grunt. "That was... awesome. Super. Super awesome!" He turned, rose and hugged me, smearing a streak of lube onto my pants. "So you want to keep it then?" "You bet! This is the greatest present I ever got! It beats the bike all to bits!" "Glad you appreciate it. You are welcome to come over and use it any afternoon. And of course on weekends you can use it till you wear it out." "Will it wear out if I use it too much?" "They make 'em pretty tough. I think it will last till you outgrow it." He smiled mischievously. "When I do can I get one with a bigger hole?" "If you want. Of course by then you may want one with girl parts." He seemed dubious. "Yeah, maybe. I dunno. I think maybe I like boy parts better." "Then don't forget to make your partner happy too," I replied. "Huh?" "You were so busy in back you forgot to squeeze him in front. He'd have more fun if you did." "Aw, uncle, He's just plastic. How can he have fun?" "I think _you_ will have more fun if you can squeeze him till he's stiff and rub him till you come. Don't you?" "Hmm... I'm not sure. Maybe I should try again and find out?" "Be my guest." "I already am!" He remounted, slid easily in and reached around to fondle his partner's penis. This time he slowed down and did it for a while. Eventually he was pounding so hard he pushed the toy from its doggy-style position to one flat on the bed. The bed began to slide back and forth on the floor a couple of inches with each stroke. "Joey! Joey! NOW!" He squeaked as he came. I looked at him curiously. "Who's Joey?"I asked. Danny buried his head in his pillow as he unwound from his orgasm. "Uh... he's a kid in school. A fifth-grader." "Friend of yours?" "Not really. I hardly know him. He's a fifth-grader. But I see him in the hallways and on the playground at recess." "You seem to have looked at him a lot," I said with a smile. He grinned ruefully. "Be careful. You don't want to get into trouble. That's one reason I gave you the toy. You can't get in trouble if you just stick to it." "You mean stick _in_ it, right?" Danny said with a grin. I replied with a serious look. "You can fuck your plastic buddy till you're all fucked out. But don't take chances with live kids, ok?" "OK, uncle. Can you leave me alone with Buddy for a while now?" "You want some quality time with him? To get to know him better?" I smiled. "Yeah. Just Buddy and me, alone together. OK?" "OK. Just let me know when you and Buddy are ready for your afternoon snack." Danny turned back to the toy. He rolled it over so it lay face up. He fondled its plastic organ till it grew to its full extent, somewhat larger than his own. "Will do, unc. See ya in the kitchen in a while." As I left the room he was maneuvering in an attempt to penetrate his partner face to face. or at least belly to belly. It was almost an hour before he appeared in the kitchen, clothed and ready for food. He looked as he had the day he won the big race at his school track meet: exhausted and a bit sweaty but happy in his triumph. "Are you gonna use it too, unc? You can if you want, when I'm not here." I smiled gratefully. "That's very kind of you, Danny, but it's yours. A bit small for me. I don't want to spoil it for you by stretching it too much." Danny thought for a moment and then muttered a soft question. "Do you...do you ... have one of your own?" He looked up shyly. "Now, my fine young nephew: I gave you a secret present but that doesn't mean you get to know all my secrets." He blushed furiously. "Sorry, unc. You're right. None of my business what you do. Anyway I think I have to go now." "Will you be by again tomorrow afternoon?" "I will if I'm welcome." "You are always welcome. I'll be right here for you. And so of course will Buddy." Danny hugged me again, dashed down the stairs and out the door. As he sped away on his bike he turned and gave me a big wave. A wave of joy and triumph. It had been a birthday he would never forget.