Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2002 16:15:37 +0000
From: Java Biscuit <javabiscuit@hotmail.com>
Subject: Back to the Playground - one

This is a story involving boy/boy, teen/boy, male/male
graphic sex and not intended for reading by minors. If
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This is a completely fantasized story meant only for the
purpose of pleasurable reading. It explores themes which
some readers may find offensive or disturbing. It's not
meant to encourage unsafe, unprotected sex, or to
condone sex with minors. I do not claim that any of the
events depicted actually happened. These people are
figments of my imagination.

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Back to the Playground ~ chapter one

by Biscuit


Fifteen, and my life's a mess. I can't afford to get bent
out of shape about the kid down the hall. Little faggot.
So much like a young me. Maybe. Does it matter? I'm
sure my shrink would have an opinion. If I ever told
him.

The birds and bees were singing to me by the time I was
six. He's all of seven. I was a very blond kid, like him.
I've got light brown eyes. He's got the blue ones people
expect to me to have. Always brings them up short when
they notice. Mine are almost yellow.

He's the baby of his family, like me. I've seen his jock
brother around. Older than me, even. So his folks had
one, waited twelve years and had another one. Maybe,
like with mine, it was a mistake.

The little guy has a sturdy body and a restless cock.

I was told not to touch mine in front of other people.
I'm sure he and his buddies have heard the same song
and dance.

Alone in bed at night, for me as a kid, the sky was the
limit. My favorite thing to hump was a stuffed dog.
Tiger. A floppy type dog, soft body and matted fur. At
least that's what Tiger looked like after a couple years
of nightly pounding.

Last week, the psychiatrist who's trying to unscramble
my brains, said to me, "It's time for the two of us to
talk about six."

Then he blushed. Slip of the tongue. He meant sex. I
think he's hot for me and it makes him nervous. Never
mind that, he's cute and I'm hot for him, so maybe it's
that projection thing, where you project stuff about
yourself on to somebody else.

Anyway, six would be about right.

When I was six years old, the summer before I started
first grade, I joined a sex club. Within days of moving
into a new suburban neighborhood, just outside of
Baltimore.

When I hear people talk about the innocence of
childhood, I wonder if there's a case of collective
amnesia going on out there. Amnesia and blinders.

In that Baltimore neighborhood, the two boys who
would become my best buddies, one eight and the
other nine, lived right on my block. They were best
friends who'd just had a fight when I came along.

Probably, neither of them would have bothered with
me, at six, if I hadn't been like a spoil of war. They
were fighting over stuff involving the club. The nine
year old was balking at paying his dues and the eight
year old, whose brother ran the whole show, was
pressuring him to go through with it. I'd wind up
with a crush on all three of those boys.

Lauren, the nine year old, was tallish and slim and
had a dark complexion. He was a very handsome
kid who was quieter and more serious than the eight
year old, Philip. Philip was blond but his hair was
a rougher, darker blond than mine. Philip was into
sports, a lot more bulky than Lauren. He was the one
whose brother, Josh, a big kid of twelve, ran the club.
Oh my God, Josh. Did I have it bad for him. Just
thinking about him makes my pants tight.

Anyway, both of those boys came around to sniff
out my family and see if there were any allies to
bolster their ranks of supporters. There was only
me. My other siblings were much, much older.
The closest being my sister, who was a teenager
by then.

My sister and I were out on the steps at the end of
moving day when Lauren and his oldest brother
came around to meet us. She was avoiding helping
my mom unpack, and I was staying out of the way
since nobody had much patience left. Lauren's
brother was drooling over my sister.

I remember Lauren looking me over, like he was
wondering if I was worth the bother. I know I was
all eyes on him. I thought he was so cute with his
slash of brown bangs and his green eyes. He had a
way of standing with his hip cocked and his slim
arms folded across his stomach. His head tilted to
the side to peer out from under his bangs.

"I'll show you something," he said. "Come on."

I didn't have to be asked twice. His brother and
my sister were still on the porch, talking, and I
got up off the concrete step like a shot to follow
him, hardly believing my luck. As we passed by
Philip's house, two doors down, I heard splashing
and smelled the summery smell of chlorine and sun
warmed plastic. That meant swimming. Enough, all
by itself, to make my six year old cock stand up. I
saw, through the space between the houses, one of
those big stand-up pools with a deck around it.
Lauren looked too.

"There's a guy who lives there," he told me, "that
you better stay away from. Named Philip." Bad
news! Still, if my new friend didn't swim there,
at least I had him to not swim with. I only had to
look at him walking next to me, almost grown up
(in my eyes) and handsome, to make myself feel
better.

Lauren's house, only five houses down, was close
to the dead end of the street and that's where we
were headed. Through the weeds and up a big dirt
hill that probably had been made by bulldozers not
many years before, when the neighborhood was
built. On the other side was a woodsy area and not
far into the trees was a tire swing.

I didn't know it then, but I was seeing one of the
main areas of the club. Man, did that tire get put to
use. Once I saw a boy get initiated there, tied to it
without his pants on, his dick serving as a target for
boys shooting rubber bands.

I remember how it made me squirm to watch. That
kid was real nervous, but it didn't stop his cock from
swelling up like an overstuffed sausage. I don't
think more than a handful of shots actually got his
dick or balls. They pinged off his thighs and shot
wide altogether. But every time anything hit him his
dick would jerk and twitch and his legs would pull
at the ropes. When the time was up, Josh sent us up
to him, one by one. We all had to touch it. That boy
must have been as old as Josh. His dick was big.
Grown up looking, to me, with a fat purple head
that was spilling a stream of juice. I didn't want to
let go of it.

What I saw here, my little neighbor Skyler and his
buddies, wasn't anything that intense, but then they
didn't have a kid like Josh telling them what to do.

I'd gone out looking for a place to have a smoke, in
peace. My brother Karl lets me smoke cigarettes. He
doesn't like it, but what's he going to say? He smokes
and so does his wife Helen. But they'd shit if they
caught me with a joint.

This place is weird. Hi-rise suburbia. Up at the top
of the Bronx, not far from the Hudson River. We
can see the river from the apartment. Big apartment
buildings with a little bit of greenery around them.

Back behind this pair of buildings is a grassy area
with two different playgrounds and a tennis court.
What's cool is the funky area between them which
is hilly and full of trees, and has some leftover parts
of walls from whatever the hell they tore down to
build here. That's where I went to hide and smoke.

Skyler and two other boys were the only ones in
the back playground. I could see them through
the vine covered chain link fence. That was back
in the summer and most of the kids in these
buildings were away at summer camp. That's how
they do it here.

I wound up here because my parents are gone now,
first my dad's heart, then my mom's cancer. My
scattered siblings have each taken a turn with me.
Now it's my oldest brother, Karl's turn. I'm here
with him and his wife. No kids. I'll be here, I guess,
until I'm twenty one. Poor them.Then I can get my
hands on my inheritance. Karl's okay. We're like
strangers though. He's sixteen years older than I am
and it's almost like we grew up in different families.
They treat me like a nut case. Which, I guess I am.

There were two little brown haired boys with the
small blond who would turn out to live down the
hall from me. It looked to me like they were older
than him, by a couple of years, maybe. More of that
projection stuff on my part, I guess. Turned out that
they're just taller. The three of them had made up a
game where they took turns straddling the slide. So
funny.

A boy would stand with his legs spread over it
and the other two would have to pass right under
his crotch when they got to the bottom of the thing.
God, they were a riot to me. It was hard not to bust
out laughing as I watched them try to rub their dicks
on each other. Skyler was the lucky one, being a
little shorter than the other two.

They couldn't get through his legs without getting
a faceful of his crotch. One of the other two, got so
frustrated during his turn at being the Colossus of
Rhodes, he just fucking sat on Skyler when he got
him under him. He pinned him and started to grind
his whole crotch into him. Pissed the other boy off,
big time.

"No fair!" he cried. "You can't do that!"

Fuck, if there isn't always one kid to enforce the
rules! It was funny, but it was also getting me
pretty hot to watch them with their flushed faces,
and little boners poking out their shorts.

The next time I was out there, I saw Skyler by
himself, on the swing. I wandered over and got
on the swing next to him, boned up, with my
dick climbing my stomach.

"Where are your pals?" I asked him. He shrugged,
looking at me, maybe trying to figure out if I was
being nice to him or some kind of threat. Cute as
the proverbial button, that kid. I smiled.

I was stoned and my dick was trying to sniff my
bellybutton.  So, I'm a pervert. But not a very
scary looking one. Skyler couldn't take his eyes
off me. Oh yes, that kid is a lot like I was.

I'm no hunk, like Josh was. I've got the pretty
thing going for me, like some new age long-haired
hippie. It's the easiest look for me, total neglect. I
had that kid on my lap in less than two minutes,
hanging on to me as I swung us up high in the air.

He hugged me tight, giggling, excited by how high
I was swinging us, that and the stiff rod I was giving
him to rub himself on. I felt it, the jab of his riled up
cock, poking at me, and his rear end and thighs
seesawing in my lap. He was giving my dick a sweet
tease. What the hell. Hadn't I done the same thing he
was doing, to the first guy who let me?

Moving sucks, and my family had moved a lot.
Three times in my six years. I wasn't a real needy
kid when it came to kids my own age. I wasn't in
school yet. Kindergarten dropout, in fact. I liked
being alone, looking at TV or comix that I couldn't
even read yet, making up my own games with my
toys. Okay, maybe I was a weird kid, more used to
being around grown ups or by myself. I was a real
sucker for kids who were older -- not that they
wanted anything to do with me. At least until
Baltimore.

Lauren was a young god to me, hoisting me up
into that big tire. I felt like moving to this new
place might be the best thing that had ever
happened to me.

Then over the hill appeared Philip. He was in a
bathing suit and had a towel around his shoulders.
I guess he'd scoped us out walking past his house
and had come after us. He was as cute as Lauren,
but in a much more lively way, with freckles
and a compact, athletic build.

"What are you doing with that kid?" he said.

"None of your business," Lauren told him.

"You're not allowed out here," he said. Suddenly
I wasn't feeling so lucky. He had to be the boy
whose family had the pool, the one I was supposed
to stay away from.

"Screw you, Philip," Lauren said, "and Josh. You
don't own these woods."

I was scared, sure they were going to fight.

Then the nasty look on Philip's face relaxed, he
was looking at me, and I saw he wasn't mad at me
at all. Probably he was already plotting how he'd
steal me from Lauren. Not because he wanted a
six year old kid to play with, just because Lauren
had me.

"What's your name?" he asked. I told him it was
Brandon..

"So you're Brandy," he said. "Like Brandy
Alexander, the drink. Want to go swimming?"

Oh, God yes! I wanted to say it, but I felt the
warning hand on my shoulder, a little pinch,
reminding me that this kid was a big no-no.

"Thanks. I'd have to ask my mom, first."

God, how I could lie.

He seemed to think about my answer and then
he shot another look at Lauren.

"Tomorrow, then. Ask your mom tonight and
I'll come get you tomorrow." He leveled one
more threatening look at Lauren and then he
took off over the hill.

I got my reward from Lauren. Better than the
swing, which was hard for me to reach the sides
of. He walked me over to his house and showed
me his room and his computer. Everybody in the
world didn't have one then. It was a little Mac.

He sat in the swivel chair in front of it and put me
right in his lap. One arm around my waist and
the other busy clicking with the mouse. Awesome.
The computer, and being in his lap. He opened up
a game and showed me how to click on the playing
cards, then he let me take the mouse and do it
myself!

The main event, though, was Lauren holding on
to me. One of his arms was around my waist, the
other was right across my excited cock, with his
hand clutching my bare thigh, like he had to make
sure I didn't slide off his lap. His crotch was hot
and he was stiff, right under my backside.

You'd think, being the youngest in a family of
older kids, I'd have gotten my share of lap sitting
and cuddling. But to my sister, I was more or less
scum, and my brothers were too old to bother
with me.

Lauren's forearm kept brushing my dick, sending
shivers of pleasure radiating through me. I leaned
back into him when it started to feel close to what
I felt with Tiger, with my legs spread which seemed
to make it feel even better. I still had the mouse in
my hand but I don't think it was even touching the
mouse pad any more.

I must have been driving him crazy, sliding
around on his cock, because he hugged me tight
finally and I felt him press hard and move like I
did on top of Tiger. Unmistakable thrusting. I
think he came; what I thought of as the thing that
happened when the really good feeling got so good
you couldn't stand it. He didn't touch me enough to
get me there, but I'm pretty sure he managed to
rub himself to glory against my restless backside.

As much as I liked Lauren, which was a lot, when
Philip came to get me the next afternoon, to go
swimming, I went. My mom happily sent me off
with him, thanking him profusely for being so nice
to me. Thanks a lot, mom.

It was heaven, playing in the pool, having Philip
make a fuss over me, watching me dive in over
and over, and pushing me around on a raft. Even
if he was only doing it to spite Lauren. And then
Josh, his big brother showed up. He'd been at a
ball game and was hot and sweaty and none too
happy. I guess his team lost!

For me, it was love and fear at first sight. He had
a mop of thick wheat colored hair, a bad boy sneer,
and a giant bulge in his bathing suit. I was instantly
scared of him but couldn't take my eyes off him.

He fixed me a look and said, "That's Lauren's
little punk boy, right?" Then he dove under the
water.

I saw him coming at me like the Great White from
Jaws, and I panicked. He came up in a rush, right
under me, flipping me off the raft. I went flying
and when I hit the water I swam like a crazed
tadpole toward the ladder, sure he was going to try
to kill me.

"Jesus, Josh," I heard Philip behind me, but I was
out of there. It was Josh who caught me halfway
through the yard, scooping me up. He was smiling,
his mood totally improved by scaring the wits out
of me.

"God, kid. Can't you take a joke?"

I think I said something brilliant, like, I have to go
home now, and he ignored it.

Back in the pool he put me on the raft and he and
Philip pushed me back and forth between them to
calm me down.

"So, what's with Lauren," Josh asked Philip. "Is he
gonna do it?"

"I don't think so," Philip said, uneasily.

"He's got to. It's his turn." My ears were tuned to
the mention of Lauren's name. His turn for what?

Josh must have seen me paying pretty close
attention. He reached out and snapped the band of
my bathing suit -- a ludicrous thing with an anchor
pictured on the nylon front.

"What do you think Brandy boy, is Lauren a
wimp?"

I said exactly nothing. I felt guilty for even
listening to him say bad stuff about Lauren. I
thought about him showing me his computer and
holding me in his lap and wondered if he'd ever do
it again after he found out about me in the pool at
Philip's house.

"Go get him, Phil. Tell him to come for a swim."

"He won't come."

"Tell him we got his little boyfriend hostage, and
if he wants to see him again, he'd better come."

I watched Philip wade over to the ladder, not
looking too eager about his mission. I was near
pissing in my pants. I didn't piss, but my dick was
doing something. I don't know if it was the rush
of fear or what, but I'd popped mini wood.

Josh grinned at me and said, "Take it easy, punk.
Nothing's going to happen to you." Then the pint
sized boner caught his eye, a fold that was folding
the wrong way between my legs. He stared right at it
and my face went scarlet. "Oh man, is that for real?"
He hooked his finger into the waistband of my suit
and I flipped myself off the raft in sheer panic to
get away from him.

For the second time in less than an hour, Josh
scooped me up to keep me from running away.
This time he caught me before I got out of the pool
and he held me pinned to his chest. I went still and
limp, like an animal playing dead, except for the
knot of wood beating away like the Tell Tale Heart
between my legs.

"You can't keep doing that, punk. I'm not going to
hurt you. It's a game, okay? Put your arms and
legs around me."

Maybe it was Stockholm Syndrome. Like a little
Patti Hearst, I embraced my captor. He waded in
the water with me, his hands roaming over my back
and down to my ass. Then he slid his finger into the
leg of my bathing suit and started probing around.
Scared as I was of him, I'd never felt anything as
good as him touching my cock, flipping it back and
forth across his finger.

"See," he said. "Doesn't hurt, does it?" I shook my
head, slowly, terrified to say anything. I was afraid
he'd turn mean if I said the wrong thing, or worse,
that he'd stop. Not much chance of that.

When Philip came back with Lauren, Josh only
gripped me tighter. The tension was thick. It was
war.

"Everybody has to pay their dues," Josh told him,
his hand cupping a cheek of my ass, right inside
my bathing suit!

"Let him go," Lauren said. He was in the pool
with us. I felt so bad for him, wondering what the
dues must be. Feeling like a traitor. But my cock
was as hard as a pebble, jammed tight into Josh's
stomach, and my face was pressed to his wet naked
chest, hearing his heart thud, with my ear like a
stethoscope. The feeling in my body was intense,
like I might pee my pants whenever his fingertips
teased in the crack of my butt.

"I'll let him go," Josh said, "right after we're done.
We can go in the house and do it right now."

"Let the kid go first," Lauren said.

"Oh no," Josh laughed.

"I swear I'll do it, Josh. I'll do it right now, if you
want, but give him over here."

God, it was all so fucking serious. Lauren acted
like he had to save me, and I felt like crying when
I heard how upset he was.

"In the house," Josh said.

Who knows if any of that stuff every would have
happened if both of Josh and Philip's parents didn't
work full time. There was a maid that came to their
house in the mornings and she made lunch and left
it for them before she took off.

"Josh, not with the kid in here," Lauren said.

Oh God, did I not want to be sent away! I had to see.
We were in Josh's bedroom, the smell of boy funk,
and chlorine off our bodies, rich in the air. Josh had
put me down and I was standing in front of Philip
who'd draped a towel on my shoulders and was
holding my arms, backed up against him.

"It's okay," I piped up nervously, looking at Lauren.
"I want to stay with you." He was drying himself off,
and gave me a look warm enough to melt me.

Lauren may have been a big wimp with a misguided
sense of honor, but he was as romantic as the day is
long. What came out like a pledge of allegiance from
me was really a longing to see just what kind of a
thing Josh was going to do to him. But I loved him
looking at me like that.

"He stays," Josh said. "I'm making him a club
member. A junior, extra special member."

"Jesus," Lauren said. "Are you nuts? He's too little
for that." What a beautiful hypocrite Lauren was.
Hadn't he just jerked himself off on my ass less than
twenty four hours before?

"He is kinda young," Philip said, not wanting to
defy his brother, but not sure he wanted me in the
club, either. His hands tightened on my shoulders.
Josh just laughed.

"Yeah right, check out his boner. I say he's in."

I blushed like a bride as Lauren and Philip both
zeroed in on my crotch. The little yellow anchor on
the front of my bathing suit was popping right out
at them in 3D.