Date: Wed, 03 Nov 2010 18:18:12 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Just Like Scott, Chapter 5

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Just Like Scott

Chapter 5

Just the Two of Us

I woke up with an urgent need to pee. I crawled out of bed, trotted to the
bathroom, and pulled my little wiener out of my boxers. A powerful stream
splashed into the toilet. It felt good to empty my aching bladder. I shook
off my wiener and squeezed out the last drops from my loose skin and tucked
it away. I washed my hands and wondered if Mike was up yet. I headed into
my brother's room, where Mike was staying, and found it empty, bed made,
floor clean. Seeing the empty room made me homesick for my brother,
Scott. I wondered what he was doing up at camp.

"Hmm." I wondered out loud. "I bet he slept in the family room." I turned
back down the hall and headed to the family room where I peeked in through
the doorway. Sure enough, he was sprawled out on the couch with grandma's
afghan draped over him. There was a strange collection of items lying
around the base of the couch. Mike's feet and chest were exposed. One arm
hung off the edge of the couch and the other was lying along his upper
body. I walked in and looked at him breathing deeply in a sound sleep. I
eyed his strong, developed chest and rippled abs. I promised myself again
to be a swimmer and look like him. I checked out his soft, light brown pit
hair. I checked under my own arms for any but there wasn't any trace at
all. His chlorine bleached, blond hair was straggly and needed washed. His
lips were red and slightly parted revealing his straight, white teeth. His
cheeks were slightly rosy and he had long eyelashes. It was crazy to look
at him so close up. I looked closely at his "nips" as he calls them. Mine
and Scott's are large and dark brown. His are small, like the size of a
nickel maybe and pink. The tiny little bump in the middle was sticking
up. I reached out and ran my finger across the little bump, causing him to
stir just a little.

The television was still on, but the sound was muted and it was playing
highlights of yesterday's major league games on ESPN. I watched the
highlights of the Giants beating my Dodgers. Then it switched to a
commercial for deodorant and I turned my attention back to Mike. I checked
out his strong calf muscles leading to his narrow ankles and large feet. I
traced the blood vessels that stood out on the tops of his feet down toward
his long toes. I thought about how I saw the same kind of blood vessels
standing out on his boner. He had a really wide foot. "I bet that helps him
swim better." I thought, "Like a duck." His toes were long and curved
downward at the end with little round knobs.

I looked at the collection of items strewn around the edge of the
couch. There was the hand towel from my bathroom that I had seen him use to
clean up with last night. I lifted it to my nose and felt it was a little
crusty on one end. I sniffed the crusty part deeply and could faintly smell
his dried cum in it. Then, I got the weird idea to smell his fingers he was
using in his bum. I thought back on the image from last night and decided
it was the left hand draped off the edge of the couch he had used. I leaned
down and sniffed his middle and pointer fingers. They smelled slightly sour
and nasty. It reminded me of when I accidently get poop on my fingers
wiping my butt and the smell won't wear off for a while, even after I
wash. The smell grossed me out a little bit. I pictured, again, the image
of him masturbating and poking his fingers in his bum. It made my wiener
twitch. I wondered why he did that. There were crusted remains of my mom's
cheesy, bacon casserole on the glass dish that he must have had for a
midnight snack and there was a small plastic bottle of something. I picked
it up and read the label. "Wet Original. Gel Lubricant. Water based." I
said out loud. "Hmm. I wonder what this is for?" I carefully placed it back
where I found it, next to the empty diet coke bottle and his iPod.

Suddenly, I had an exciting thought. I decided to lift the afghan and peek
at his privates. I was pretty sure he was still naked. He was laying half
on his back and half on his side and I was sure they would be easy to
checkout. Carefully, I lifted the afghan at the middle and pulled it up and
over his body. I laid the covering carefully on top of his hip where it
stayed. He didn't move or react. I kneeled down and began a close
inspection of his awesome package.  His egg size balls lay loosely in their
maroon pouch along his upper thigh. His extra plump wiener lay in the
crease formed by his belly and thigh. The belly was white from the speedo
tan line down to the crease of his leg and his pinkish brown wiener was
highlighted against it. I guessed it was five or six inches long and I
thought about getting the ruler and measuring it, but decided not to.

He had a nice bush of hair where his big wiener emerged from his belly and
I ran my fingers through it carefully. His pubic hairs were soft and
curly. They were a light brown, rather than blonde like hair on his head. I
pulled my boxers down past my privates and inspected, for the thousandth
time, for any sign of pubic hairs, but there was still only a slight bit of
peach fuzz there. His balls were pinkish-brown and crinkly. I gently
stroked them and they felt so soft, like my mother's silk robe feels. I
love that feeling against my skin. I watched carefully that I didn't wake
him as I did it. The tip of his wiener was large and reminded me kind of
like a mushroom or like Darth Vader's helmet. The tip had little crinkly
lines in it and some tiny little bumps. I could see the skin coming to a
point on the underside, splitting the mushroom in half on the bottom and
pointing to the pee hole. I knew that part felt especially good when you
rub it and I was tempted to try. I licked my finger and ran it slowly up
the bottom of his wiener along that attached skin part and when I got up
near the pee hole, his wiener twitched and he shifted his weight on the
couch. I jumped up and raced over to the chair and started watching ESPN
again. My heart was racing. He didn't wake up though, so I crept back over,
took one last long look at everything and carefully draped the afghan back
over him. I sat back down in the chair and pulled my wiener out of my fly
and slid the skin back off the head part. I examined my little helmet and
noticed it seemed a little pointier than Mike's. The attached skin was
pretty much the same, splitting the helmet in half on the bottom side
too. I licked and ran my finger along that part and felt the tingles it
gave me. Then I pulled the skin back over and tucked my little friend away.

I went into the kitchen and checked out my chores chart. The only outside
thing for today, besides feeding the critters, was to trim the hedge out
front.  I grabbed a bowl from the cupboard, poured a large helping of
frosted flakes and put milk on them. I took it into the family room and
split my attention between ESPN and Mike as I ate.

When I finished, I took my bowl to the sink and went to get dressed in some
old shorts and a t-shirt. I put on my flip flops and headed out to trim the
hedge before it got any hotter.  When I finished, I came back in and
realized that stupid hedge had my allergies going. My eyes itched and my
throat was scratchy. I pulled my t-shirt up to wipe my runny nose on and
that made things worse. I sneezed loudly as I walked into the family room
to check on Mike and that woke him up. I pulled my t-shirt off along with
my shorts and went to my room to toss them into the clothes hamper.

Mike sat up, pulling the afghan with him over his middle and squinted at
me. "What time is it?" he asked as I walked back in wearing only my boxers.

"10:00." I said.

"Oh, wow. I guess I was really tired."

"Yeah." I agreed. "Guess you were up late watching TV."

"Umm, yeah," he mumbled. "So what you been doing?"

"I got all my outside chores done before it got too hot." I answered and
then let out another huge sneeze.

"Gesundheit!" He said.

"Thanks." I sniffed. "Stupid hedge got my allergies going. I need my
pills. Do you know where they are?"

"No idea." Mike answered. "Don't you?"

"No. I think maybe mom keeps them in her room."

"Oh. Crap." Mike said, rubbing his eyes and stretching. "I guess we'll have
to go look for 'em, but we gotta be careful cuz we're not supposed to be in
there."

"Yeah." I agreed, then reached down and picked up the bottle of
"Wet". "What's this for?"

"Umm. Nothing." Mike lied. "It's just like lotion stuff."

"What kind of lotion?"

"Never mind, it's not important." He said.

"Hey. Truth, remember?" I scolded him.

"Oh, man. Another fine mess you've gotten us into Ollie." He said.

"Yup." I agreed. "So tell me about it. And by the way, who's Ollie?"

"Oh, it's just a saying from a really old comedy show I like to watch with
my mom." Mike explained.

"Oh. Okay." I said. "So, tell me about this lotion stuff."

"Okay, well, it's called lube. Actually, it's Scott's. He keeps it hidden
in his room. It's good for making things slippery when you're doing sex
stuff. So like, you have less friction and it makes it feel better
sometimes."

"Really." I said. "Can I try it out?"

"If you want to, I guess." Mike said, "but, it won't do all that much for
you since you're uncut. It mostly helps cut guys like me."

"Then why does Scott have it?" I asked.

"You ask good questions, you know that? Umm, to use on me I guess, when I
come over to play with him."  I got an image in my mind of Mike and Scott
doing the stuff we had been doing. I smiled over it.

"Is that all?" I asked.

"Yeah, pretty much." Mike said. He started gathering things up off the
floor.

"Do you use it when you put your fingers up your butt?" I asked.

He dropped the casserole dish and looked up at me astonished. "What?"

"Do you use it when you put your fingers up your butt?" I repeated.

"Umm, yeah. How do you know about that?"

"I saw you doing it last night. You were imagining me sucking on your
wiener too and you were sticking your fingers up your butt." I said.

"You saw me?"

"Yup."

"You were spying on me? Are you some kind of little pervy voyeur?"

"What's a pervy voyager?"

"Not voyager, voyeur. It's like a creepy guy that's into forcing kids to
have sex and stuff and likes to spy on others having sex and sometimes they
like making or looking at kiddie porn." Mike answered.

"Oh." I said. "No, I'm not a pervy whatever. I just came out to tell you I
was sorry for acting like a jerk yesterday but you weren't in Scott's room
and then I saw you doing that thing on the couch. So, I watched for a
minute and decided just to go back to bed."

"Oh." Mike said, clearly embarrassed. "Well, that's not something I really
wanted you to see."

"Why?"

"Well, it's just kind of a private fantasy thing. You know?"

"Oh. Well, sorry." I said. "It seems kinda gross."

"Yeah, I guess. It kinda is I guess. It's just something I do sometimes,
but, not a lot. Don't be talking about it to anyone, okay?"

"Yeah. Okay." I said, then asked, "Do you and Scott do that together?"

"No." Mike answered immediately. "He's not into it at all."

I tossed the "Wet" bottle into the casserole dish and sneezed so hard I
almost blew my eyes out of my head.

"Wow, we better go find your meds." Mike said, standing.

"That's the last afghan my grandma knitted before she got sick. We really
aren't supposed to use it. You should hang it back on the couch." I
suggested.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know." Mike carefully folded the afghan and draped it
across the back of the couch. When he turned around I took in his fully
naked body and smiled.

"You got a great bod. I'm jealous." I said.

Mike chuckled and said. "All it takes is about a thousand hours of swimming
and you can have one just like it."

"I plan on it." I said. "Will you really help me become a swimmer?"

"Definitely! You don't have to worry about your parents paying me either, I
promise. I'll teach ya for free. You're a natural athlete so I'm sure
you'll be good at it, IF you work hard." He continued, "Maybe you and Tommy
can get taught together in his pool and I just won't charge you guys
anything." Mike offered.

"Awesome!" I shouted with a fist pump.

"You hungry?" Mike asked.

"No, I ate cereal."

"Okay. Well, then I'm gonna go shower. I can't stand myself. Can you
carefully look for your meds in your parents' room?" Mike asked. "Without
messing it up?"

"Sure." I sniffed again and rubbed my itching eyes. When I stopped rubbing
them I saw little sparkly things floating around in my vision. I think
that's cool, but mom says it's not good to rub your eyes so hard. It'll
make you go blind.

Mike packed the dishes to the kitchen sink and soaked them and then came
back and picked up the bottle of "Wet" stuff and the towel, taking them
into Scott's room. I marveled at his chiseled form and powerful looking
butt as he walked away from me. His big wiener and dangling balls swung
loosely from side to side as he walked back in. I just sat in the chair
pretending to watch TV, but I really just wanted to stare at him. Then, I
headed off to mom and dad's room to look for my pills.

I could smell their dirty clothes in the hamper from the room being shut up
so long. I have a really strong smeller and I even attach memories to
smells. It's kinda weird. I stood inside the doorway and wondered where I
should look. I decided on the bathroom cabinet. I looked and found some
pills for mom that I didn't know what they were for and some others of
dad's for pain relief, but, not mine. I checked all the drawers in their
bathroom, but still found nothing.

When I was looking in mom's drawers, I found her bras and panties. I picked
them up and examined them. I held them to my nose, but there was no
particular odor. Then I had the strangest idea pop in my head. Sometimes,
my brain tells me the stupidest things to do. I peeked out the door to be
sure Mike wasn't nearby, then I slipped off my boxers and pulled on a pair
of mom's panties. The silky fabric felt nice on my balls and wiener. I got
a boner from the excitement of doing something so naughty. I got the
butterfly feelings in my tummy. Then, I slipped on one of her bras. It took
a minute to figure out just how to do it. I turned and looked at myself in
the long mirror on the closet door. Looking at myself, I thought about what
it would have been like if I had been born a girl instead of a guy. After
all the cool stuff I had recently learned about being a boy, I was really
glad to be one. I thought back on the time I played doctor with Allyson
next door and I showed her my wiener and she showed me her crack. I
remember she spread her crack open and showed me the hole. She felt my
wiener and little ball sack, then, we quickly pulled on our undies again.

"What the hell?" Mike's voice startled me out of my daydream.

My heart stopped. I spun around to see Mike standing there in just his
boxers, drying his hair with the bath towel. I started clawing off the bra
and turned away to pull off the panties and stuff them back in the
drawer. My boner was already shrinking.

"First you're a voyeur, now you're a cross-dresser." Mike said. "You're
startin' to creep me out, little friend."

"I was just, umm, just... I just don't know why I did that."

I started crying. I'm not sure why I started to cry, I just did. "I'm not a
creepy, pervy thingy, really, I'm not." As hard as I tried to, I couldn't
think of any good reason I had tried that stuff on. I had no explanation to
give, unless, maybe I was one of those pervy guys. I wasn't exactly sure
what one was, but I could tell it was something I didn't want to be.

"Dude, it's okay." Mike consoled. "I was just teasing. Actually, I once
tried on my mom's stuff too, when I was little. Just to see what it was
like. Don't cry." That helped and I started to gain control. He walked over
and gave me a hug. I folded my arms around him and hugged him back. He
tightened his embrace as I sniffed and choked back my tears. Ever so
slowly, he started to tenderly rub my back with his strong hands. I pressed
my cheek into his chest and closed my eyes. I took in the smell of Scott's
cologne that he'd splashed on his chest, after showering. Mike moved his
hands up to my hair and ran his fingers through my thick brown
waves. Slowly, I slid my left hand downward along his spine and then over
his boxers, I rubbed the powerful bulging right cheek of his bum. It was so
tight and firm. I continued all the way down to the crease where it met his
leg, then brought it back up. He copied me by rubbing my naked butt also
and I opened my eyes. I could see our reflection in the mirror. The image
of his mostly naked body pressed together against my fully naked one with
his tender stroking of my backside will stay with me forever, linked with
the smell of Scott's "Fierce" cologne. My boner, which immediately shrunk
when he caught me in mom's clothes, returned and pressed into his thigh. I
adjusted to allow it to spring back up, and I pressed it between his firm
leg and my soft belly. I felt his starting to expand but it didn't get all
the way hard like mine did.

I looked up at him and he looked into my eyes. His blue eyes were a little
moist like mine were. "I love you, Mike." I said, sincerely.

He didn't answer, but bent down and kissed my forehead, then pulled my
cheek back against his chest and resumed rubbing my backside. I felt a
sneeze coming on and I fought it as long as I could. Finally, I had to pull
away and explode with a spray of spit and snot all over my arm and the
mirror.

"Ewww. That's a mood killer." Mike said laughing. Then he asked, "Did you
find the pills?"

"No, not yet."  I grabbed some tissues from the box on mom's dresser and
blew my nose. Then I wiped the snot off my arm where I sneezed on it. "I'll
get the Windex and clean the mirror after we find the pills."

"Okay, where have you looked?" Mike asked.

I told him where I had tried and he started looking in the closet. With the
spell broken, my boner shrunk again and I pulled on my boxers. I looked in
the rest of mom's drawers and then tried the drawers in the night
stand. The pills weren't there but there was a strange collection of
things. I began to examine them with great curiosity. There was a white,
gun shaped thing in a plastic bag with a bunch of different attachments to
it. There was also a smooth, shiny, bronze rocket without any fins on
it. It was kind of heavy for a model rocket, I thought. There was a box
full of small foil pouches that had Magnum in big green letters on
it. There were various bottles of lotions and creams, some unlabelled cd's
in cases and then there was the strangest thing of all. It was lying in its
open box and it was made of really soft rubber. It was bright purple. It
had an elephant head and a kind of a tail on the other side. In the middle
was a round hole. Up by the elephant head was a small rocket shaped thing
slipped into a slot sideways. I turned it over and over, examining it.

"What are you looking at?" Mike asked, as he pulled a box down from the
closet shelf.

"I don't know." I answered honestly. "There's weird stuff in this drawer."
I sneezed again and rubbed my itching eyes. "I think I found a birthday or
Christmas present dad's making for me or Scott though."

"What is it?"

"This. A really cool model rocket, but it's way heavy and doesn't have the
fins on it yet." I said holding up the shiny rocket thing."

Mike busted out laughing so hard he actually fell down. The box that was
full of pill bottles and other medicines popped open and spilled out on the
floor.

"What?" I asked. "What's so funny?" I couldn't help starting to laugh with
him because he was laughing so hard.

Wiping tears from his eyes, he crawled over to me and took the object from
my hands. "I'm pretty sure this isn't a present for either you or Scott."
He said, still shaking with laughter. "It's your mom's vibrator, dude."

"What's it do?" I asked.

"You know anything about girls' sex parts?" he asked.

"A little." I said with a shrug. Truth was, very little.

"You know what a vagina is?" he asked.

"Yes, it's their hole where the boy sticks his wiener into for sex and to
make babies." I answered, glad to know at least that much.

"Yeah, that's right. Well, this thing vibrates and girls stick it up inside
their vagina. It helps them get an orgasm."

"What's that?" I asked, not recognizing the word, orgasm.

"You know the really good feeling you got at the end when I sucked you and
when you jacked off?"

"Yeah."

"Well, that's called an orgasm and girls get them too, only they have to do
different things to get them. One way they get one is using a vibrator like
this up inside their vagina." Mike held up the shiny rocket and twisted the
black end so it started humming.

"Lay back." He said, pushing me down onto mom and dad's bed.

Mike slid my boxers down and off my dangling feet, so that I was once again
naked. He started sliding the vibrating rocket along my wiener and
balls. The tingling sensations were powerful and I popped a boner
immediately. When he pressed it against the top of my wiener, my little
friend would get even harder and I would have to draw my legs up and
tighten my tummy muscles. I liked it best when he pressed it between my
balls and down between my legs.

"Check this out." He said. "Slide up." Mike set the rocket down and grabbed
my sides and slid me up on the bed farther, then taking my ankles he raised
my legs up so my knees were bent up in the air. I put my hands behind my
head to lift up to watch what he was doing.

Mike took a bottle of lotion stuff from the drawer and examined it, then
put it back and selected another one. "Yeah." He said. He smeared some of
it on the rocket and rubbed it around. Then he squirted some on my bum
crack. It was really slippery. He rubbed it around my bum hole, then
pressed the tip of the vibrating rocket against my hole and before I knew
what was happening, it was up inside my bum. My first reaction was to push
it out and pull away, but Mike reached out and held me with his other hand
and said to relax. Slowly, I relaxed and he began gently sliding the rocket
in and out of my bum hole. The vibrations it sent through my entire insides
were indescribable. Then, Mike began slowly rubbing my wiener with one hand
as he slid the rocket in and out with his other one. Then he pushed the
rocket a little further in and I got the most amazing feeling. He let go of
it and began rubbing my balls and my wiener at the same time. My mind went
all fuzzy and I couldn't concentrate on anything. I dropped my head back
and tried to focus on all the different feelings I was experiencing. My
mind jumped from my wiener to my balls, to my bum hole, to my insides, and
back to my wiener. All of a sudden and without warning, I sneezed a
gigantic sneeze and it blew the rocket right out of my butt.

Mike cupped his hand over his mouth and mimicked the sound of a microphone,
"Houston. The escape capsule has been ejected from the mother ship." He
started laughing again and so did I.

"We gotta fix that allergy problem." Mike said. He took some tissues and
started wiping my butt and then wiped the rocket clean. "How about we find
your meds and after you take them, we can play with this stuff together."

"Okay." I agreed. I blew my nose on a tissue and sat up.

"Here are the pills, I think." He said, holding up a familiar looking
medicine bottle.

"Yeah, those are the ones." I said, as he showed me the open container. I
pulled on my boxers and went out into the kitchen and swallowed two pills
with a glass of water. Then, I went and got the Windex from the laundry
room and some paper towels and returned to clean up the mess I made of
mom's mirror. Meanwhile, Mike collected a boxful of items from the drawer
and took them into my room. He brought the little TV from Scott's room in
and set it up on my desk. When I walked in he was examining the purple
elephant.

"What is that?" I asked.

Mike shrugged. "I'm not really sure. It vibrates too. See?" Mike twisted
the end of the tiny rocket attached to it and it began humming and
vibrating. "I'm just not sure how you're supposed to use it."

I reached into the box it was in, and pulled out a piece of paper. There
were illustrations on the back side of it. It showed the elephant head and
the tiny rocket piece on top of the guy's wiener and his wiener and balls
poking through the hole in the middle of it. "Oh, I get it." Mike
said. "The elephant's trunk vibrates your mom's clit when your dad fu..."
He stopped mid-sentence and looked at me. "I mean, when they have sex
together."

The thought struck me hard. I never, ever before thought about my dad and
mom doing that. It didn't compute. I tried to imagine it but my mind
wouldn't let me. I shuddered. "That's weird." I finally said.

"Yeah, I know, it's hard to think about, huh?" Mike understood.

"What did you mean, it vibrates my mom's clit?" I asked.

"Oh, umm, girls have this thing called a clit up inside their cracks down
there and like above their vagina. It's like a miniature dick and it's
really sensitive to touch. It's what they rub when they masturbate. It's
how they get orgasms when they have sex." Mike explained. I tried to
understand but wasn't sure that I really did.

"You wanna see a pic of a girl's parts?" Mike asked me.

"Sure. You got one?" I asked.

"Yeah, Scott has some mags."

I followed Mike into Scott's bedroom. Mike pulled out Scott's baseball card
collection and in the back of the loose-leaf binder was a manila
envelope. Mike opened the clasp and pulled out a shiny booklet. It was full
of pictures of girls with big tits and had a close up of a girl's privates
spread open by her fingers. He showed me the skin folds and told me they
were called labia. He showed me the little nub at the top of the skin folds
inside the big puffy parts and said that was her clit. Then he showed me
the vagina opening. It was all gooey looking and kind of gross
looking. "See , the guy sticks his dick up the vagina down here." He said
pointing with his middle finger to the vagina. I was surprised how close
the vagina hole was to her bum hole. "And then the elephant head's trunk
(he wiggled his thumb) vibrates and rubs against her clit here." He began
rubbing his thumb across the picture of the clit and poking in and out
against the vagina with his middle finger. "Get it?" He asked. The place
where the clit thing was reminded me of the skin that came together in a
point on the underside of Mike's wiener up by his tip part.

"Yeah. I think so." I took the magazine from him and started flipping
through the pages. Later it showed a guy with a gigantic wiener and the
girl was sucking on it. A page later, he was sticking his megatron wiener
into her vagina. "Wow, does my dad really do that to my mom?" I wondered
out loud.

"Try not to think about it." Mike said, taking the book from me. Then he
asked, "Soooo, umm, you wanna mess around with some of that stuff?"

"Yeah." I smiled.

"Cool. Umm, how's the allergies? You're not going to blow snot all over my
dick are you?" He asked.

"No, it's way better now." I said.

"Good." He said. We walked back to my room and he suggested, "Let's try
this massager tool first."

He took out the white gun thingy and put a spiky rubber attachment on
it. He plugged it into the wall socket and switched it on.  I pulled my
boxers off and climbed up on the bed. He pulled his boxers off, too, and
rolled me onto my front. Mike straddled my butt. I felt his boner and balls
pressing into my crack and butt cheeks. He began pressing the vibrating,
spiky thing into my back and rubbing it around. It felt so freaking good. I
tucked my hands under my pillow and closed my eyes. He slid down lower and
his wiener slipped along my crack and down between my legs, resting over my
calves as he massaged my butt cheeks. I was totally lovin' it. Then, he
spun himself around and lay on my back as he massaged my calf muscles down
to my feet. His hard wiener and his balls pressed into the middle of my
back. It tickled the underside of my feet and I started squirming and
giggling. He laughed and did it more, to tease me.  He spun back around,
sat across my butt again and began massaging my neck and scalp. I started
moaning softly and pressed my butt upward into his privates. He started to
grind softly back against me. He turned off the massager and slid back down
a bit so his wiener was between my thighs and the tip of it was pressed
against the bottom of my bum. He lay down on me and lay his head on mine,
cheek to cheek. He slowly rubbed up and down my arms and rubbed the bottoms
of my feet with his toes. I sighed. Gently, he kissed my cheek and rolled
off me. He pulled me over onto my back and began rubbing my chest and
belly. He switched up to a different, smoother attachment and began rubbing
it all over my chest and tummy and legs and pressed it against my balls. My
dick was twitching and I could feel it trying to burst out of its skin. It
was so hard. I wondered if it could ever explode and the blood spill out
all over. Mike rubbed my wiener with his left hand and kept massaging me
with the tool in his right.

He spread my legs apart and greased up the shiny rocket again. Slowly, he
slid it up inside my bum hole like before. I knew to expect it and stayed
relaxed this time. He crawled between my legs and sucked in my little
wiener. He played with my wiener inside his mouth, using his tongue to
flick it back and forth. All the time, he was sliding the vibrating rocket
in and out of my bum, sending shock waves through my entire insides. When
he sucked in my balls, along with my wiener, and started playing with them
with his tongue, I gasped in excitement. The feeling was building up and I
knew I would soon get the orgasm thing. I wondered if mom's orgasm felt
like mine did when she used the rocket in her vagina or if it felt
different for girls. I peeked up over my belly and watched Mike working
over my sex parts as I crossed over into the wild zone of uncontrollable
shivers and tingles. My head fell backwards into my pillow as I felt my
butt clamping on the rocket thing and my wiener pulsated with spasms. Then,
too quickly, it was over with. I started breathing hard and reached down to
pull the rocket out of my butt. I didn't want it in there anymore. Mike
slipped his mouth off my privates and licked my balls. Slowly, he slid up
and kissed me on my forehead. I lay there panting. Mike lay alongside me
and caressed my chest and tummy and balls while I enjoyed the glowing,
peaceful feeling.

I became more aware of my surroundings and noticed Mike's throbbing wiener
pressed against the side of my leg. His left leg was draped over my legs. I
turned to face him and started stroking his arm and shoulder. I pushed him
over on his back and started to rub his chest and abs. A smile creased his
lips. I ran my fingers through his pubes and tugged on them slightly,
straightening them out between my fingers and thumb, then, releasing them
to spring back into their curly shape. I felt up and down the shaft of his
big pole. I squeezed the spongy tip between my fingers and thumb. I licked
my finger and rubbed it along the under part where the skin attached to the
head part. I thought how much this skin part that gathered together to a
point on his wiener looked like how the skin gathers up at the part where a
girl's clit is at, from seeing the magazine pictures. I leaned in and
slowly licked his sensitive spot of skin using the tip of my tongue. His
wiener twitched. I grabbed his pole in my whole fist and pulled the skin up
and over the head, then back down. Mike had his eyes closed and a big
smile. I continued squeezing and rubbing his wiener and caressing his ball
sack. I loved the feel of it. The spell I held him in made me feel
important and powerful. I imagined about Scott doing it to him. I thought
how I was kinda taking Scott's place right now. I wondered if Mike liked it
as much when I did it as when Scott did it. Judging from the satisfied
smile on his face, I figured I was doing a good enough job, even it wasn't
just like Scott.

"You want the massage thingy?" I asked.

Mike shook his head,no. "Just keep doing it like you are." He whispered.

I lay my head on his firm stomach and watched closely as I stroked his big
wiener. With my other hand, I fondled his balls. They were so soft and
inviting. I felt the little tube coming out of them and traced it going up
inside his skin in his belly. I rubbed his strong thighs and he began
slowly humping into my stroking hand. It was amazing.

"Suck it." Mike said softly.

"What." I asked.

"Suck it for me."

I swallowed hard and pulled the skin down taut and examined his big
mushroom head. It was glistening from his leaking juices. I wiped it with
my boxers. Slowly, I moved toward it. I opened my mouth and pressed my lips
to the head, but I couldn't go further. His boy smell overwhelmed me and I
started to gag. Images of pee shooting out of his pee slit into my mouth
flooded my mind. I thought about watching him pee in the toilet the day
Tommy was over. I gagged and pulled away.

"I can't do it." I said.

"Please, try again." Mike urged. "Please." He reached down and pushed my
head towards it. I resisted at first, then because I wanted to please him,
I tried again. I pressed my lips to the mushroom and breathed deep. He
released his pressure on the back of my head and started rubbing my
shoulders. I slipped the giant mushroom between my lips and back out. I
breathed hard to control my gagging reflex. I wiped the tip dry again. I
scooted up a bit to get a better approach and closed my eyes. I slipped it
back into my mouth and went a little further down this time so the whole
head filled my mouth. I slid just a bit more in and Mike groaned out loud
and pushed my head down with his hand and thrust upward. His big wiener hit
the back of my throat, filling my mouth, which pushed me over the edge and
I gagged again. I forced my head back off his wiener and began dry
heaving. When I got control, I realized Mike was apologizing.

"I'm sorry." He said. "I just got carried away. I didn't mean to force
you. Try again. Please. I promise I won't try to force it anymore."

"I can't. I get grossed out and it makes me gag." I said, my voice
quivering.

"Okay." He said sadly. "Let's try something else then."

He rolled me over on my back and slipped the purple elephant over his
throbbing wiener and balls. It looked funny having his balls all scrunched
up like that. He greased it up, poured the oily stuff on my dick and balls
and rubbed it on my butt and up my crack. He turned the vibrating part on
and got on top of me. He slipped his big wiener between my legs and began
humping me like I've seen our dog do. He slid it in and out between my
crack and along my balls. He sped up faster and faster. The vibrating
elephant was buzzing against my dick. He was holding himself up on his
elbows and thrusting hard and furious on me. His eyes were squeezed close
and his teeth were clenched. He used his knees to squeeze my legs together
tightly against his giant wiener. He was panting and grunting with each
thrust. The slippery stuff made it all slide in and out easy.

Soon, he began holding his breath, arched his back, and pressed his giant
pole deeply into my ball sack with his balls into my legs. "Aaaarghh!" He
cried out, as a warm, wet sensation spread across my butt. Then, he
collapsed on me. I had to tighten my stomach to take on his weight and stay
able to breath. He twitched and shuddered several times, then rolled over
off me and peeled the elephant off his balls and wiener. I felt the gooey
cum on my butt and legs and saw it coating his shrinking pole. He was still
panting to catch his breath.  He reached over and pulled me on top of
him. I tucked my feet between his legs and he positioned our wieners and
balls against each other. They were all slippery from the lotion and from
his cum juice. I lay my head down on his chest and he ran his fingers
through my wavy hair. I smelled the strong cum smell and I drew in deep
long breaths to take it in and remember it. We lay there for a while. He
stroked my back and butt with his other hand and I nearly fell asleep.

Finally, he rolled me off and sat up. "That was awesome." He said.

"Yeah."

"I'm gonna go clean this stuff up and put it all back where it was.  You
should start your inside chores. We're a couple days behind on those." Mike
said.

"Okay," I agreed. When he left, I sat up and wiped the goo off my butt and
bedspread. I picked up one of the cd's that had been in my mom and dad's
drawer and inserted it into the TV that Mike had brought in earlier. It was
a home video. My mom was lying naked on her bed and talking to my dad who
was apparently the cameraman. I clapped my hands over my eyes and peeked
through my fingers.

"This is so strange." She said to the camera. "I don't know how I feel
about doing this."

"I know. But it's exciting too. It'll be fun to masturbate to when I'm on
my sales trips. I miss you so much when I leave." My dad's voice
said. "Now, try to give yourself an orgasm."

I watched, bug-eyed through my fingers, as my mom spread her folds of skin
with her fingers and poured some oily stuff on her privates. Her folds of
skin were spread open and sticking up like in the picture in Scott's dirty
magazine. She had the same kind of pointy ridges of skin as in the magazine
picture. With her other hand, she began rubbing in slow circles around the
little nub at the top of the skin folds; the thing Mike called a clit. Dad
moved in for a close-up. I got another boner and started rubbing myself
absent-mindedly.

Mike walked in with the freshly washed toys we'd been playing with, looked
at me sitting on the end of the bed jacking myself with one hand and
covering my eyes with the other and asked, "What you watchin?"

"Look." I said. "It's my parents."

"HOLY SHIT!" Mike exclaimed. "This ain't right! We gotta turn it off."

"NO! Why?" I asked.

"It's like spying on them. Like, we're creepy voyeurs or something. It's
like we're invading their privacy. Besides, they would KILL me if they knew
I was letting you watch this."

I didn't, or I should say couldn't, take my eyes off the TV. Just then, mom
started moaning and tensed up. "I'm having one." She cried out. "Here it
comes." Suddenly all her parts down there started quivering and everything
got all wet and gooey. The vagina part down lower from where she was
rubbing started pulsating. "Ohhhh, YES!" she called out. "YES, YES, YES!"
She was squirming on the bed.

Then, she moved her hand away and relaxed on the bed, dropping her knees
down.

"That was great. I got it all." My dad's voice said. "Sit up and suck on
me, now."

Mom slowly slid up and propped two pillows under her. The camera jerked
around and showed the ceiling for a bit then focused in on a side view of
my dad's uncut, six inch boner, inches from my mom's mouth. I leaned in to
get a better look at my dad's boner. "I bet mine will be just like that
someday." I thought.

Mike was now sitting next to me on the end of the bed staring wide-eyed at
the TV and stroking his own boner. Neither of us spoke. We watched,
mesmerized, as my mom slid the skin off my dad's dark red tip and guided
him into her mouth. His body was super white cuz he never goes out in the
sun much, but his wiener and balls were bright red. Soon, she was stroking
his balls that had pulled up into a tight ball underneath the base of his
wiener. She alternated from his balls to rubbing his butt while she sucked
him. She would go all the way down until her nose disappeared into his
pubes then slide back off, pull the skin back again and start over; in and
out of her mouth, over and over. Once in a while, she would just hold it in
one spot and dad would start moaning. I think she was doing something to it
with her tongue. After a while of this, dad started thrusting in and out of
her mouth. The camera was jerking now and it was kind of hard to
follow. Sometimes, he would move it away and then I guess he would realize
it and focus back on the sucking he was getting.  All of a sudden, he
pulled out of her mouth and said, "I don't want to cum yet."

The next scene was of him lying on top of her, rubbing her tits and sucking
on her nips. She was caressing his shoulders and rubbing her hands in his
hair. Apparently, the camera had been put on a tripod. He slid up and
rubbed his big boner over her tits and between them. He slid up further and
rubbed it on her face, then back down. Then, dad kneeled and spread mom's
legs. She pulled her feet around and started masturbating him with her
feet. After a minute, she got a cramp and put them back down around his
hips. He poured some clear lotion stuff on his wiener and on her vagina
part. I wondered if it was the "Wet" stuff. He rubbed it around and slipped
two fingers up inside her hole. He stood up and mom turned over and got on
her hands and knees. Dad readjusted the camera and then he came back into
the picture. He kneeled behind her and then guided his wiener to her
hole. Slowly, his boned up wiener disappeared inside of her. He lay on top
of her back and rubbed her tits while he slowly humped his wiener in and
out of her like I saw our dog do before.

"Know what's weird to think about?" Mike asked.

"What." I said without looking away.

"That's how you and Scott were created. You came squirting out your dad's
balls and then shot out of his dick and your little Sammy sperm swam up
inside your mom's tubes the fastest and hooked up with your mom's egg and
bingo, instant Sammy."

"Eww." I said wrinkling my nose up at him. "Stop it."

Then I smiled and said, "At least, that means I musta been a fast
swimmer. Maybe there's hope for me making the school team."

Mike laughed and gave me a playful shove and I fell over on the bed.  I
sprang back up and we fell into silence again, as my dad reached his climax
and had his orgasm.  Grabbing mom's legs, he drove himself deep into my
mom's insides and groaned loudly three times. When he was done, he sat back
on his heels and laid his head on my mom's butt and panted for a couple
minutes. White stuff started dripping out of mom's hole. Then, he got up
and the picture went black. Right after it went black, I reached my own
orgasm and gasped as the amazing, awesome feeling took over my brain and
body again. Afterward, I fell back on the bed and flopped my arms
out. "Wow." Was all I could say.

Mike leaned over me and squeezed the little bit of clear boy juice from my
dangling skin and licked it off. Mike then got up and ejected the cd,
gathered up all the other items, and put them back in the box.

"So, that's really how it works?" I asked, lying motionless and naked on
the bed. My wiener was soft again and still had just a little juice from my
orgasm under the skin.

"How what works?" Mike asked as he unplugged the TV.

"Making babies." I said. "The sperms shoot out the dad's wiener and they
swim up to find an egg inside the mom?"

"Yeah, pretty much" Mike confirmed.

"Hmm, wow. So, when you squirt your cum, where are the sperms at?"

"In the cum." Mike explained. "They are really, really tiny. You can't see
them."

"So, you're shooting little sperm kids out every time you masturbate?"

"Well, kind of I guess, but there not really kids until they hook up with a
mother's egg." Mike clarified.

"Wow, sucks for those sperms." I said.

"Like I said before, little friend" Mike chuckled, "You're nucking futz."

"Hey, should we watch another cd on the big screen in the family room?" I
asked.

"Hell no!" Mike shot back. "We are NOT watching any more of those. I can't
believe I got sucked in to watching that one and letting you watch it. I'll
never be able to look at your parents the same again."

"YOU won't be able to look at them the same? What about me?"

"That's exactly why you're not watching any more. I mean it, dude. Don't
even try to sneak one. And whatever you do, DON'T slip and tell you saw
this one. Your dad would kill me first and then you second."

"Yeah, okay. I guess you're right."

"Now get dressed and start on your inside chores." Mike said in his best
"in-charge" voice.

"Okay, I will, but..."

Mike cut me off. "No buts. Not even cute naked little butts like this one."
He rolled me over and slapped my bare butt.

"Hey!" I shouted and jumped up and attacked him. We ended up rolling around
naked on the floor and tickling each other. Finally, he sat on me with my
arms pinned and said. "Seriously, now, go get your chores done."

"Okay," I said, "but can I stay naked to do them?" I blurted it out quickly
so he couldn't cut me off again.

"Whatever. As long as the work gets done." He answered.

"Cool."

"Twelve year olds are 'Nuckin Futz'." He muttered, shaking his head.

After eating BLT sandwiches that Mike made me for lunch, along with a bowl
of fresh peaches, I spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning. I did the
bathrooms, vacuuming, loading the dishwasher, doing my laundry, dusting the
family room, the living room, and my room, and putting all the movies and
games back in their cases, filed alphabetically on the shelf the way mom
likes them.

Mike took care of all the cleaning in Scott's room since he was staying in
there.  Every time we would pass, he would shake his head a bit and smile
at me being naked. I liked being naked a lot. It was just exciting and
"free feeling" somehow, and I kinda liked showing off to Mike. I could tell
he liked it.

It was a little strange to practice my clarinet for an hour, naked. After
about 40 minutes, I was bored with it and I started daydreaming. I imagined
the whole band playing together naked. I dreamed up how the director would
come into the auditorium dressed in his black suit and everyone would clap,
then we would all file in from the sides onto the stage totally naked. I
imagined all the girls in my clarinet section with their little tits
showing and the cracks between their legs. I even pictured Collin, the only
other boy in my clarinet section sitting there. I imagined him with a
really tiny wiener like Tommy's. No, smaller than Tommy's even. Except, I
pictured Collin still wearing the pink socks he always wears. He claims
they got washed with something red and that made them go pink and his mom
won't buy him any others, but I doubt that really happened. I think he
likes wearing them. "I gotta get out of band" I thought to myself. My
parting daydream was of Gordo, the big fat tuba player walking on stage
with his concert tuba pressed against his fat belly and not even being able
to see his privates because he is so fat. Then I heard Mike's voice.

"I don't hear anything." Mike called out from the computer room where he
was checking out his Facebook and emails.

"Sorry." I started playing one of my practice pieces again.

After practicing, I read for an hour in the book, "Where the Red Fern
Grows." I have to have it all read before school starts. Sometimes, I can
understand how the boy in the book, Billy, feels. Like wanting the coon
hounds so bad, he would do anything to get them. Then, even though his dad
doesn't believe in him, he trains them to be the best coon hunters
ever. That's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna become the best swimmer ever and
set new records. I was behind 3 days of reading, the same as I had been for
practicing my clarinet.

"DONE." I called out when the timer on the stove went off, signifying my
hour of reading was fulfilled. I tossed the book on the shelf and skipped
out to the computer room. Mike caught a glimpse of me and nervously punched
a key. The image on the screen jumped to Facebook. I couldn't really tell
what it had been before. I didn't ask. I didn't really care. I wondered why
he cared if I saw.

"I got everything done. Can we do something now?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure." Mike agreed. "What?"

"Can we go to the park and you can hit balls to me and pitch to me so I can
practice?"

"Okay. Sure."

I got dressed in my last year's little league uniform that I used for
practices and put my cleats over my shoulder. Mom had arranged for me to
miss my music lesson and my baseball practice for this week, but baseball
was the one thing I didn't want to miss.

We had a great time. Mike pitched to me until his arm hurt, then, he hit
grounders to me until it was dark.  We gathered up our bag of baseballs and
put my bat and mitts in my bag. We detoured our way home and bought a
carton of "Moose Tracks" ice cream from the corner store. After having TV
dinners in front of the TV over towels to protect the carpet, we both had
huge bowls of ice cream and watched a movie together. It was around 11:30
when Mike said it was time for bed. I was tired, so I didn't argue. He came
in and I watched him pee again while I brushed my teeth. I had to stop
brushing, cuz seeing him pee and having something in my mouth was making me
feel like gagging again for some stupid reason.

When I was in bed with Rufus beside me, Mike came in to check on
me. "Everything good?" He asked.

"Yup." I smiled.

"Cool. G'nite."

"Hey, Mike?"

"Yeah." He said turning around.

"This was a great day. Thanks for everything."

"Welcome, little friend." He turned on my night light and turned off my big
light and disappeared down the hallway.

"Just one more day." I thought. Even though I missed mom and dad, I knew I
was going to miss Mike, too, when they got back. I hugged Rufus and fell
asleep.

There was a flash of light followed by a loud BOOM! I bolted upright in my
bed, my heart racing. Then, another flash appeared, followed by a louder
BOOM that shook the house. I got up and ran into Scott's room. Mike was
asleep under the sheet. "How could he sleep through this?" I thought.

"Mike?" "MIKE?" "HEY, MIKE?" I called out.

"Hmm, what? Sammy?"

A flash came just then and another BOOM.

"I'm scared." I said. "Can I sleep with you?"

"Hmm, umm, I guess. Just be quiet." He slid toward the wall and rolled to
face it. Rufus and I climbed in under the sheet and rolled away from him. I
was still shaking slightly. I was really scared of lightning ever since I
watched a TV show about people getting hit by it, when I was really young.

I felt the mattress shifting and then Mike's warm body press up against
mine. His strong arm and hands draped over my chest. I nestled in against
him. As the thunder grew more distant, I calmed down, took in a long deep
breath to record the smell, and drifted back off to sleep just like I've
done with Scott so many times before.





Dear Readers, I hope you have enjoyed this chapter. I seem driven, at the
expense of other things I really should be doing, to keep writing until the
story comes to a conclusion in several more chapters. I welcome any
comments or suggestions. I appreciate the comments and suggestions that I
have received. It helps me develop the story line as I hear reader's likes
and dislikes. I hope you are not growing tired of the story. If you do
enjoy it and if you would like me to continue it, I would sincerely
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Thanks. Hans.