Date: Mon, 19 Apr 2004 13:20:00 -0400
From: grassofhome
Subject: childhood part 7

All of this si made up there is no copy right.  All parts are played by
people 18 and older. Hope you bust a nut.


We lay in silenced for a wile and rolled half hard dicks in our fingers and
dreamed of the passion only a few seconds past.  He began to purr.  It was
hard to hear over the rain but it was there.  he hummed from somewhere deep
in his bowels.  he shifted his hips to indicate pleasure and he began to
erect his hairless tower again.

"I do your brother sometimes." He said as he panted.

"You do not! When?"

"When your not here. I come to the door and ask if your home if he calls for
you, I go out to the hoop. If he just walks away I follow and we go to is
room and I pull down his pants. He likes to have his balls rolled in one
hand while I stroke him with the other. I do Jimmy Kine a lot also. He
actually pays me. I charge him a quarter to touch me and a quarter to be
touch. I charge him for a blow job and to give me one. He has a great dick.
It has a small foreskin that rolls up like a turtle neck sweater and his
head is huge and heavy. His shaft is slender and hour glass shaped. He can
fold his dick to make it look like a hamburger. He puts one of his balls up
and the other down and tucks his limp shaft between.  The nuts make the bun
and the shaft makes the meat. He can also suck his own dick."

"Greg can suck his own dick too." I said. I asked, "is that all? Have you
been with anyone else"

He began to remember.  Do you know none of this would be happening if you
hadn't flipped me?"

"What do you mean flipped you?

"That night in your tent I was ready to use the cooking oil fir lubrication
to jack myself off and impress you with my technique.  But you had to go a
bit father and a bit father yet.  By the end of the night we had oiled up
each others cracks and were doing a lame attempt of butt fucking.  it did
feel great.  I still think about it from time to time."

I asked, "I never thought of it as flipping you.  I figured al boys like
that stuff.  They just don't have anyone to do it with they truest.  Have
you done it with anyone else?"

He answered, "You remember the kids that camp out in the field behind where
they are building the new houses?" I knew they were there, but I was not
friends with any of them. They were mostly younger and smaller. I didn't
ride their bus nor hang out with them.

"I know of them. Why?"

"I camp out with them on some Saturday nights. They shed their clothes about
midnight and just sit around smoking pot and sucking each others dick.
They're young but a lot of fun."

I fiddled with his dick head and he ran his finger tip under my foreskin and
back out. I found his balls and stated that it would not be long before he
could cum. Then I said, "I sure wish we could shower all this sweat and
sticky off. Playing with your dick would be a lot nicer if it were clean."

"We can take a shower."

"No power. We're on a well here."

"We don't need power. We have the worlds biggest shower right outside your
basement door."

"Are you talking about the rain?"

"Yes."

"But the door makes a horrid noise when you open it."

"Your brother showed me how to lift up on the handle so it wont make that
noise." We scooted out of bed and I found the flashlight and some strawberry
body soap and looked at my watch. It was just after 1:00 a.m. He opened the
door without a sound. I squirted soap into his hand and he stated soaping me
up. One thing you need to know is that when two boys take a shower together
they come out with the cleanest dicks ever.

His hot hands made their way down my legs and back up between them and
bumped my ball sack.  he bent to kiss my tit and I locked my fingers behind
my head to allow him complete access to my flesh.  Only on the occasional
flash of lightning could our bodies be seen.  The black silt of the sandy
soil made its way up and out of the sod and between our toes.  My basketball
buddy had not been so gentile with me in times past.  It had been fast,
hard, and satisfying.  he had never wanted to do something different. Once
we got past the hand job/ ass grease stage or our sex play we had settled in
on blow jobs and had been their for a few years.

He leaned back and moved his hands to my arm pits.  I figured it might
tickle but it felt sexy and raw.  it was another flash of light.  I got a
good look at his rock hard nipples.  They were woman nipples.  they were
large and dark pink.  they were a mouth full and even in the warm weather
they stood out from his chest like Lorie's tits.

he whispered in my ear.  "Turn around."  I complied.

he soaped my shoulders and then my tits from behind moving to my pits.  he
fingered my shoulder blades and kissed my neck.  His hands sent slowly,
painfully slowly to my butt cleavage and then a new dose of soap to my
crack.  he moved his dick to my crack and lathered up the crevasse with his
hot gland and shaft.  He moved like he were humping an elephant and growing
the whole time.

The wind was picking up so I led him by the hand to the side of the house
where the wind would be mostly blocked by the wall.  It was getting a bit
colder and my feet were getting chilled.  It was now my turn.  I pushed him
out of the rain under the eve of the house and started soaping up every inch
of his body.  I spent special time on his toes and then worked my way up his
legs.  I got to his balls and could not resist.  I slurped his flesh into my
mouth and coated it with saliva.  I noticed how hard his ball sack seemed to
my chin and tried to look at it.  it was so dark that I could not see a
thing.

I slid my entire body against his slick body and we waddled out to the rain.
  we wiggled and squirmed in delight for a few minutes then he said, "I'm
getting cold.  Can we finish this inside?"

We stood for a while rinsing off in the wind whipped water. We stepped back
inside to towel off. I expected to be freezing but the rain was only cool to
me and we were hot. I retrieved the stub of cigar from my shorts pocket and
led him back to the rain.  We stood under the eve of the house naked in the
rain at around 1:30 a.m. with a cigar in our mouths and each others
shrinking dicks in our hands. It took us a long time to get the thing lit
and once we did we kept using our hands as ineffective umbrellas to shield
it from the water.  We finish the cigars and we were shivering from the
cold. The first thing I wanted to do was to look at the shriveled meat
between my friends legs. I lit a match and examined his crotch. It look so
weird. It was like a space alien dick. It was hard but so small and the
wrinkles were hard too. As I examined it he got hard again and I
instinctively slurped it into my mouth before he could get a full erection.
That was just another new feeling I had that night. The feeling of a limp
dick getting hard in my mouth.. What a rush.

He tapped me on the shoulder and asked to see the cigar test tub.  It too me
a bit to find it but it was on the ground beside the strawberry body wash.
He told me to bend over.  I complied knowing I was going to be fucked. He
took the tub and coated it with body wash.  he slipped it into my pucker
about a half inch and I could feel the cold shaft up my hot hole.  I knew
exactly what he had done and laughed about it.  he then stood at my side and
told me to suck him off as he stroked me with his free hand.  The cold tub
went in deeper and deeper.  I felt like I was being tortured by a very kinky
prison guard.  I came again.  it was only one load of juice but my body
thrust against the cigar tub again and a again.  It was hitting the spot and
made me not want to stop.  I did not stop.  I could not stop!  I could feel
the sweat building under my cold dark arm pits and I gulped down his cock
like it was the only breath of air and I was drowning.  I cold feel small
rivers flowing off of my back and down to my pucker and off my butt cheeks.
Those pink sunburn hairless cheeks.  I was dieing to keep up the long
continuous orgasm but could not keep up the rhythm for more than three or so
minutes.  I could not discriminate between the flashes of lighting and the
white light of my orgasms.

He slipped out the tub and tossed it into the night.  I was hopping to use
it on him.  we stumbled to the steps and inside where the floor was not wet.
We quickly dried and ran for the warmth of the bed.  I lay again head to
foot and I noticed under his touch that I was getting a sore on the side of
my rod. I asked him to stop and I continued to fondle him until we both
drifted off to sleep.