One by one the cars passed on the train track as I stood watching from a safe distance away. Beside me was my best friend Johnnie and to his right our other friend Roger stood throwing rocks trying to land them in the open doors of the box cars.
"Ah...good one," Johnie yelled as one of the rocks sailed into an open door.
"Watch this," I said picking up a rock and waiting for the next open door then sailing it squarely inside.
"Yeah....good shot," Johnnie said punching the air with his fist for effect.
Too soon the caboose appeared and of course by then we had thrown down our rocks and were ready to wave at the man in the caboose. Back then there were still cabooses on trains, not like today where they just have this box with an antennae on the last car, and the men on the trains always waved.
It was summer, glorious summer and we had three months ahead of us to do whatever we wanted. This was 1963 and there were no cell phones, video games, Facebook, or MTV. Virtual reality was....well reality. We played outside and we swam in creeks and walked the railroad tracks and had adventures. But that summer we did a whole lot more and this is the story of that summer, My Eleventh Summer, to be exact.
My family lived in a modest three bedroom house on Oak street and Johnnie lived three blocks away near the grade school we all attended. Roger lived one street over from me in a duplex and would move away before school started, but we had that one last summer and that was all that mattered.
A little about me. I had turned 11 in March and was average I guess for a kid my age. I had blondish hair that sort of curled when it got wet and green eyes. I was slime without being skinny, but I was tough and could scrap with the best of em.
Johnnie was an inch taller than me and probably 10 years heavier with dark straight hair and brown eyes. He was fit and had more muscle than me, but he was a gentle kind of guy and never got into a fight as far as I knew.
Roger had long brown hair and hazel eyes. He was sort of chunky, but not really fat. He was about my height but a good 15 lbs heavier and a little soft looking. He was a goofy kid, always making us laugh and it was him who sort of got things going in a new direction that summer.
When you're 11 and you have the whole summer ahead of you the world is a wonderful place. Looking back on that summer and the years of my youth I realized that those were the best days of my life. We all want to grow up so fast and do adult things, but the truth is nothing can compare to the carefree days of our childhood. It was especially so that summer and as I look back on those days I am reminded of those friends who shared them and made them the best days of my life.
Monday morning I met Johnnie and Roger at the park near Johnnie's house. It was called the little park because across town there was a bigger park which of course we called "the big park". The small park had a basketball court, monkey bars, swings, and even a baseball diamond, but it was nowhere as big as the other park.
"So what do you guys wanna do?' I asked as I joined my friends on the top of the monkey bars.
"I dunno, got any money Robert?"
"Yeah, my dad gave me 50¢ last night and told me to share it."
"Ahh..your dad is the best," Johnnie said sounding a little jealous, "All I got is 15¢ I got from pop bottles."
"I got a quarter," Roger said as he flipped upside down and hung by his legs.
"That's.....ummm...almost a dollar," I said adding it up quickly in my mind, "that should be enough for snacks and stuff."
"Yeah, but what are we gonna do today?" Johnnie asked as he scratched at a scab on his elbow.
"Why don't we head down the tracks and walk as far as we can, then turn around and come back?" Roger suggested.
"Boring!" Johnnie said rolling his eyes.
"Not if we walk north. Yeah, how about we walk down to Salty creek and go swimming?"
"Yeah, that's a good idea. It's hot enough. Hey, we can go skinny dipping," Roger said sounding excited.
"You just wannna see our peters," Johnny laughed.
"Do not," Roger said blushing, "sides you probably aint even got one."
"Biggern yours," Johnny said grabbing Roger and pretending to throw him off the monkey bars.
"Stop it Johnny," I warned, "We need to go buy some stuff before we go. Let's walk down to Dyer's Grocery and get some pop and stuff." Back then there were mom and pop grocery stores all over town and Dyer's was the closest one to us.
"I got an old army backpack my dad gave me, we could put all our stuff in it and take turns carrying it," Johnny offered.
"Great, we'll stop by your house and get it, it's on the way anyway."
In 1963 a pop was a dime and a candy bar was a nickel. Then there was penny candy of all kinds and 90¢ bought a lot of junk back then. By the time we left Dyer's we had 3 16oz RC colas, 6 candy bars, and a bunch of penny candy to get us through the day. Awww...the pleasures of youth.
From Dyer's we walked up Graham to the tracks and headed north walking the rails like we were tight rope walkers and pretending that if we fell it was certain death.
"I heard a kid got hit by a train one time while he was walking the tracks," Johnny said after a while, "I bet he got squashed into a hundred million pieces."
"Awww..that's just a rumor. I never heard anything about a kid dyin out here," I offered, "but I did see the dog catcher's truck after the train hit it. Killed him dead but they already took his body away. The truck was all smooshed up and there was blood everywhere I bet."
"Gross, did you see the blood?" Roger asked with interest.
"Naw...I only saw the truck from far away but it was so mangled..there had to be blood...lots of it."
Johnny suddenly lost his balance and be screamed as he made a big deal of falling and then a splat noise causing Roger to crack up laughing.
"Poor Johnny. I knew him well. He was my friend and had the biggest pecker in town," Roger laughed.
"Biggest in the state," Johnny corrected, "fortunately I'm super and nothing hurts me. So...I'm back," he said jumping back on the track and resuming his tightrope walk.
"Ha, I bet I got ya beat," Roger muttered, "my dad says I'm bigger than he was at that age."
"Your dad saw your dork?" Johnny said laughing, "That's disgusting. Did he play with it too?"
"No...shut up you idiot. He's my dad. He just saw me naked after I got out of the bath tub that's all."
"Relax kid, I was only kidding. My dad's seen me naked a bunch of times and I've seen him naked too. We're both guys so it's no big deal..right?"
"I've never seen my dad naked," I offered then suddenly wished I'd kept my mouth shut.
"Is he shy?" Johnny asked slowing down so I could catch up.
I shrugged, "I dunno. It just never happened....that's all."
"Well, maybe his pecker is smaller than yours and he's ashamed of it," Roger said cracking up again.
"Very funny," I said rolling my eyes, "How can a grown man's pecker be smaller than us kids?"
"Hey, anything can happen. Hey, who wants some candy?"
We all did and Johnny dug out a roll of Smarties and a Tootsie Roll for each of us, "There that'll hold us till we get to Salty."
We walked on talking about stuff like best friends do, laughing and cutting up and eating our candy and soon we were close to our destination.
Salt Creek was about three miles outside the city limits and a popular hangout for older kids who liked to swim and smoke or whatever there. I had learned of it's existence from my cousin Joe who hung out there a lot with his friends and once he had even allowed me to go along. I was ten then and it was a big deal to be allowed to hang out with my 14 year old cousin and his buddies, but I really didn't enjoy myself that much.
I didn't like smoking and I was too shy to swim naked with the other boys because I was ashamed of my smooth body and small pecker. Joe and his buddies all had hair down there and their peckers looked huge to my ten year old eyes. I sat on the bank and watched them play and pretended to be having fun, but the truth was I couldn't wait to get home.
Fortunately my cousin saw what was going on and we left after about an hour. He was his usual friendly and funny self on the way home and I forgot all about my shyness and he never mentioned what happened. I hadn't thought about that day for a long time but suddenly it all came back to me like it had just happened yesterday.
"That's it," I said vividly remembering the spot from my trip there with Joe and his buddies, "We just have to go through the fence and it's not far..across the pasture. And don't worry the cows won't hurt ya," I teased.
"I'm not afraid of cows...only bulls," Johnny said taking his fingers and making bull horns on his head.
We all laughed, but we knew what he meant. My grandpa used to work on a farm and he told us stories of being chased by a bull named Freddy and he even had nightmares about it once in a while.
The strands of barbed wire were far enough apart that it was easy to slip through if someone held the wire apart and we took turns until one by one we were through the fence. There were no cows in sight so we figured they were on the far side of the pasture which suited us fine. From the fence we headed toward a grove of trees and beyond that lay Salt Creek or Salty as we called it, in all it's unspoiled glory.
As far as creeks go I guess Salty wasn't all the big or wide or deep, but in 1963 it was still pure and unpolluted and as beautiful as anything I'd ever seen. I knew it wasn't all that deep, maybe 10 feet at the most, and probably about twenty feet wide at it's widest point, but to our 11 year old eyes it was as exciting and marvelous as the water parks kids flock to today. It was surrounded by trees on both sides and there was lots of shade and privacy, not that we thought about that much.
"Wow, oh wow...Salty Creek and it's all our boys and girls," Roger said making a goofy face, "Let's get nekkid and go swimming."
"You just want to see us nekkid," Johnny laughed, "First let's rest and have a drink of pop, I'm thirsty."
"Yeah..yeah, that's good..yeah, some pop then we get nekkid and hit the water."
"There's a rope over there," I said remembering that day a year ago when I watched Joe and his friends swinging out across the creek, their teenage peckers flopping around like fish.
"Oh cool...I gotta try that," Johnny said excitedly, "Is it deep?"
"Not too deep, maybe ten foot so be careful. Don't hit your head or anything."
"Yes mom," Johnny laughed.
"Shut up dip shit," I said laughing so hard I chocked on my RC.
"This is the life," Roger said as we lounged beneath the shade of a huge old tree, "and we got the whole summer ahead of us. We should camp out her some night. Think our folks'd let us?"
"I doubt mine would, but we could say we were spending the night at each other's house and they'd never know," it was so unlike me to suggest anything like that that both boys looked at me like I was a stranger.
"Wow, good one Robert. I never thought you'd go for something like that though."
I shrugged. I was 11 and growing up and being with my two best friends was suddenly the most important thing in my life.
We ate our candy bars and drank half our RC's comparing them and sipping as needed until all three were at the same level then we buried them half way in the creek at the water's edge to keep them cold. The water felt a little cold, after all it was still mid morning, but we were determined to enjoy ourselves no matter what.
It was Roger who started undressing first, pulling off his Keds and white socks and that got me and Johnny going. I was a little body shy but these were my best buds and though I'd never seen them naked, I'd seen them in their undies a few times and I figured they didn't have anything I didn't. Boy was I wrong.
Roger stripped off his shirt and I couldn't help but look him over. He was a little chubby and his skin was white and smooth looking. His nipples were pink and looked like little pencil erasers surrounded by a dark ring. His belly stuck out a little and his belly button was a definite innie, that kind that seem to go so deep you can't see the bottom, but I kind of liked how he looked. There was something definitely stirring in my tummy but I couldn't quite figure it out right then.
Johnny was next and there was really nothing new there. I'd seen Johnny shirtless plenty of times because he ran around that way most of the summer. His skin was well tanned even this early in the season and there wasn't an inch of fat on him. He was more muscular than any of us and I sort of admired his body.
I stripped off my tee shirt and threw it on the grass at my feet and I noticed Roger looking over at me and grinning. I grinned back and watched as he unbuttoned his cut off jeans and slide them down his legs. Back then there were no boxer briefs or bikini's, all boys wore tighty whities, usually Fruit of the Loom or Hanes or in my case JC Penney. Roger's were Fruits and they looked like they'd seen better days. I couldn't help notice that there was a slight yellow stain on the fly and from the size of the bulge there I guessed Roger wasn't kidding when he said he could beat both of us in the pecker department.
Johnny was down to his undies by the time I looked away and again I was struck by how good his body looked. His undies were in better shape than Roger's and not as tented out but it was obvious he had nothing to be ashamed of beneath them. His legs were long and muscled and I think at that moment I finally realized that I envied him more than I had ever realized.
"Okay girls, here we go," Roger said grabbing both sides of his undies and wiggling his eyebrows, "Get ready to be amazed."
"Yeah, right..." Johnny snorted, but his eyes were glued to Roger's crotch right along with mine.
Roger did a slow tease, lowering his undies a bit then pulling them back up before finally plunging them down his sturdy legs and letting them drop to his ankles. I don't know if I actually made a sound but I do remember drawing in a deep breath as I saw what must have been the biggest dork I had ever seen..not that I'd seen that many.
To me it looked out of place on Roger, like it should have been on someone much older, his dad maybe. It was even bigger than my cousin Joe's had been or his buddies, and suddenly I felt inadequate once again.
"What the hell?" Johnny sputtered, "Is that thing for real?"
"Yeah, it's for real. Wanna touch it?"
"No way, stay back with that thing," Johnny said, but his eyes said something else. Was it envy or lust? I was too naive to know.
"So..come on chicken shits, let's see what you got. I showed mine, now it's your turn."
"Okay, okay...hold your horses," Johnny said grabbing his undies on either side like Roger had, "Come on Robert...on the count of three...one...two..three." And we both dropped our undies to our feet.
Roger looked us over as I checked Johnny out. Though not as big as Roger, Johnny's pecker was pretty big too. It was uncut like mine and thicker and his balls were absolutely huge compared to mine. Even Roger didn't have balls that big even though his pecker was bigger.
Up until then I had thought that my pecker was about average for a boy my age but after seeing both Roger and Johnny in their full glory I felt small. In my mind they both looked huge, but in reality they were only slightly bigger than me. My own pecker was a whopping 3.5" hard and I guessed Johnny was about an inch longer and Roger 2 inches bigger but that was enough of a difference to make me feel cheated.
"Well, are we gonna stand here staring at each other's peckers all day or are we gonna swim?" Johnny said finally breaking the spell we'd fallen under.
"Swim!" I shouted and I was the first to hit the water if for no other reason than to hide my shamefully small pecker.
I forgot about my shame after a few minutes and just enjoyed the water and the company of my two best buds. We swung from the rope a few times but mostly we just swam and splashed each other and floated talking and cutting up like kids do.
Johnny leaned back and started floating and his pecker bobbed around like a pink fish just inches from my face and I studied it with interest. It was nice looking, I decided, and I liked how you could see the blue vein running the length of his foreskin. I noticed something else too that I hadn't noticed before. Above his cock a few scraggly hairs waved in the wake of the water further separating him from my hairless underdeveloped body.
I wondered if Roger had hair too, I hadn't noticed before since I was so busy looking at this gigantic pecker, but I planned on finding out before the day was over. He didn't seem as willing to show off now that we were in the creek but I didn't know why until later.
I'd never learned to float but Johnny insisted he was going to show me how. Cradling my head he told me to just relax and let my legs and feet float up to the surface. I tried but with no luck until Roger swam under me and pushed them up. I finally got the hang of it but when Johnny let go of my head I panicked and went under. I came up sputtering and cussing and both of them just laughed.
I wasn't mad but I was getting tired so I decided to climb out and rest on the grassy bank for a little while. As soon as I stretched out Roger joined me and when I looked up at him standing over me his pecker was hard and looking even bigger than before. In fact it looked huge to my 11 year old eyes and I had the most disturbing urge to reach up and touch it. Of course I didn't touch it. In fact I closed my eyes and pretended not to notice but when I heard Johnny sloshing up out of the water I opened them just in time to see Johnny staring down at Roger's hardon.
"You got a boner. You like us or something?" Johnny teased.
"It just happens," Roger said softly, sounding embarrassed.
"Yeah, I know. I get em too. How bout you Robert, you get boners?"
"Uh..sure, yeah. Everybody does...it's normal...right?"
"Yeah, especially when I see a pretty girl," Johnny laughed.
"Speaking of pretty girls my dad has some magazines with all kind of naked women in them and oh wow, oh wow...they are so hot. You can see their twats and everything," Roger said falling down beside me on the grass.
"Yeah, I've seen some of those magazines before. You should steal one for us...for our camp out."
"Why you gonna jack off looking at em?"
"Why is that what you do?"
"Yeah, and I can squirt too."
"Big deal, so can I...lots," Johnny said proudly.
Wait, what? Squirt? What did that mean. I sort of knew what jacking off was, but what was squirting. Was it like peeing?
"Yeah, I bet with those big nuts of yours. That's where the spermies are...in your nuts."
"I know that stupid," Johnny said falling down on the other side of me.
"Uh, guys...." I stammered, "What's squirting mean?"
Both of them sat up on their elbows and I expected to be ridiculed and called out and made fun of, but instead my two best buds were happy to fill me in.
"It's the stuff that makes babies Robert. You know about the birds and the bees...right. A guy sticks his pecker in a girl and squirts spermies in her and bam..she's knocked up, preggers." Johnny said excitedly.
"Yeah, but you don't have to have a girl to squirt. If you rub your pecker it feels really good and then this white stuff shoots out and it's all slippery and it smells really funny."
"It's never happened to me," I said sadly.
"It will...just wait, you're just a little behind us, that's all. My dad says that I'm way ahead when it comes to growing up. I already got some hair down there in case you didn't notice," Johnny said revealing a bit more about his relationship with this dad.
"Yeah, I just started when I turned 11 in February...so you'll probably start pretty soon, maybe even this summer," Roger said sympathetically.
Why had I never heard of this before? My dad never talked to me about this stuff and I sure wasn't going to ask him.
"Yeah, probably. Maybe my nuts aren't big enough yet."
Both of them laughed, but it wasn't a mean laugh, it was just how best friends treated each other.
"Yeah, we'll start calling you little nuts," Roger teased.
"And I'll start calling you big pecker," I offered.
"Okay! I don't mind cause it's true."
"Shut up, both of you. I don't wanna talk about peckers or nuts any more.
They looked at me with sympathy and quickly changed the subject. We talked for a long time, making plans for the rest of the summer and the idea of camping out came up again.
"Next weekend would be perfect," Johnny said thoughtfully, "My dad is gonna be out of town and my mom will say yes just to get me out of the house."
"Yeah, my old man won't care. He says a kid should do stuff while he can cause one day they're gonna grow up and get married and then they don't get to do nothing," Roger laughed.
"Okay, that might work. I could say I was spending the night at Johnny's. My folks won't even check if it's Johnny."
"Then it's a done deal. Let's shake on it," Johnny said holding out his hand. We put our hands on top and pushed down then up with our hands and the deal was sealed.
"So...can you guys bring stuff for the campout cause I can't bring anything without my folks gettin suspicious."
"No problem, I even got a tent we can use," Johnny said, "And we can buy some stuff on the way. I got a dollar saved up in my piggy bank we can use. Can you guys get some money?"
"I'm pretty sure I can. How bout you Roger?"
"Yeah, my old man will give me a buck if I ask real nice."
"I might be able to smuggle some canned stuff out while my folks are busy. I can hide em in the clubhouse and then bring em when I come to meet you guys."
"Good, I'll bring some bread and baloney. We always plenty of that stuff at our house," Johnny said with a sigh.
"Great, and we can buy some chips at the grocery store. Man this is gonna be sooo much fun."
"Yeah, we can make a campfire and tell ghost stories," Roger said excitedly.
"Hey, think you can steal one of your dads magazines?" Johnny said glancing at me to see my reaction.
"Sure, he has so many he won't miss one or two. Why? You gonna jack off lookin at em?" Roger laughed.
"Like you do? I bet the pages are stuck together from your cum."
Come, what was cum? I was just starting to understand the spermie thing now this. Boy there was a lot I needed to learn and I figured Roger and Johnny were just the two I needed to teach me.
"Huh uh, I use an old sock now," Roger giggled.
"Yeah, good idea," Johnny said grinning at me, "You'll understand when you start sperming."
"Come on. Enough sperm talk, let's go swim some more."
We swam and played for another hour or so then climbed out and laid out on the bank until we were mostly dry. As we dressed we talked about our plans for the campout some more and by the time we got ready to leave we had things pretty well figured out. I was excited at the prospect of spending the night in the woods with my two best buds, but a little nervous too. I'd never really camped out and I didn't really know what to expect but I figured as long as I was with Johnny and Roger I'd be fine.
I hated to admit it to myself but I was also looking forward to seeing them naked again and talking about our peckers. I knew that stuff was probably bad, but they made it seem so normal and natural and I just had to learn as much as I could. Besides I liked looking at their bodies and their peckers and this was a safe way to do it.
Back at home I was bored but somehow I made it through the rest of the day. At supper I brought up the idea of spending the night at Johnny's next weekend and after a few questions from my mom they both gave me their approval. We'd planned on camping out Saturday night and coming back Sunday afternoon and they said Saturday night was fine. Of course they gave me the usual talk about being polite and minding Johnny's folks and stuff and I felt a little bad that I was lying to them, but I soon forgot about it.
Back then we didn't have cell phones but we did have a rotary dial phone and I called Johnny and Roger after supper and gave them the good news. We didn't talk long but we did plan on meeting the next day at Johnny's house to discuss things further.
That night in bed I kept thinking about seeing Johnny and Roger naked and how big their peckers were compared to mine. Before long I had a hardon and of course my hand went down there and started jacking it. I got that really good feeling really quick and it caused me to shiver all over. I checked the end of my pecker for anything wet, but it was dry and smooth just like always. I sighed and fell asleep right away.
"Hey, guys. What's up?" I said as I walked up to where Johnny and Roger sat on Johnny's front porch.
"Oh hey Robert. We were just discussing the campout. I got good news. My dad gave me three dollars. He said not to tell my mom, but now we can get lots of stuff for the campout and stop at Dairy Queen and get burgers on the way."
"Yeah, that's great. I found anther 50¢ so I got a buck and a half now. Man this is gonna be so great."
"My old man said he'd give me a buck Friday when he got paid," Roger added, "And I'm bringing the dirty books."
"Yeah, pick some good ones," Johnny said grinning, "lots of beaver shots."
Beaver shots? Oh man, more stuff I didn't understand.
"The hard part is going to be waiting all week. What can we do in the meantime?"
"Hey, how about we go to the clubhouse and goof around?" I suggested.
"Yeah, okay...just let me holler at my mom and tell her I'm going."
Johnny was gone a few minutes and while he was gone Roger looked at me sort of nervously and smiled, "Hey Robert it's okay that you...you know, that you can't make sperm yet. You can still have fun with your pecker."
"Yeah, thanks," I said blushing. If he only knew.
When Johnny returned he had a treat for us, a six ounce bottle of Coke. Now if you've never tasted Coke from one of those cute little 6oz bottles I can tell you from experience that they are the best tasting Coke there is. We sipped our Coke's slowly and still had an ounce or two by the time we arrived at the clubhouse which was in my back yard.
Over the years the clubhouse had been many things. A chicken coup, a pigeon coup, storage for the lawn mower and a workshop, but when my dad built a new one a few years back he gave the old building to me as a clubhouse for me and my friends.
With his help and the help of my buddies we had fixed it up, painting and patching until it was a pretty cool place to hang out. There was no lock on the door from the outside but once inside there was a large barrel bolt and as soon as we were inside I latched the door behind us.
It was dark inside at first till our eyes adjusted, but actually several degrees cooler than outside. There was one window set high in the wall but it had no glass and was hinged so we propped it up with a stick to let a little air in. When my mom had bought a new couch last year she gave me the old ratty one and it now sat proudly in our clubhouse and we all three piled down on it.
In addition to the couch there was a table made of an old wire spool and a couple of wooden crates that we stored stuff in . Most of the walls were covered in cardboard we'd salvaged from the appliance store across the highway, dragging the large boxes back and cutting it up and nailing it to the studs in the walls.
The whole place was about 8 by 10 foot but to us it seemed huge and was a favorite place for us to hang out and just be boys. Sometimes when there were no buds around I'd grab my transistor radio and go out to the clubhouse and lock myself in and lay around on the couch and listen to music from the radio stations in the next largest town.
A few times I'd even rubbed my pecker out there and got that good feeling. It felt so dirty and exciting to do that stuff somewhere besides the bathroom or my bed and I always had a really shivery feeling when I did it there. I was thinking about that when Johnny suddenly broke my chain of thought.
"Hey, we should get one of your dad's magazines and hide it out here. We could pry up some boards and put it under the floor. No one would find it. Then when we come out here we could look at it."
"And play with our peckers," Roger said grinning.
"I'd let you play with mine," Johnny teased.
Why was my own pecker starting to get hard? Was it the talk of the magazine or the talk of Johnny letting Roger handle his pecker?
"Robert would wear his pecker out if we did....since he gets to come out here all the time."
"Yeah," Johnny laughed, "and maybe he's start sperming if he did it enough."
So practicing made it happen quicker? That was good news since I liked doing it a lot anyway.
I kept quiet letting them volunteer as much information as they would and I learned something else before they were done.
"You know Tom Williams?" Roger said leaning forward and casting a nervous eye at both of us. We nodded of course, everyone knew Tommy, he was a weird kid with red hair and freckles and wasn't too popular at school. "Well...I heard that he likes to suck peckers. I heard he got caught sucking his little brother's pecker and his dad beat that crap out of him."
"I wouldn't be surprised," Johnny snorted, "he's a weirdo. Hey! Think he'd suck our peckers?" He laughed.
"I'd sure let him," Roger said looking flushed, "I heard it feels almost as good as fucking."
Sucking, fucking..my head was swirling with all the forbidden words and ideas I was hearing, but far from being upset I was actually excited and my pecker was hard as a board.
"I'll let ya suck mine," Johnny teased pushing him playfully.
"Only if you suck mine back," Roger said looking serious.
"No way, I aint queer," Johnny said defensively, but he didn't seem all that upset by such a suggestion.
For some reason I glanced down at both Roger and Johnny's crotch and got the surprise of my life. Both of them were as hard as I was. Was it all the dirty talk or were they actually considering what Roger had suggested, that they suck each other's pecker?
"Isn't that dirty?" I suddenly said blushing bright red and wishing I could just keep my mouth shut, "I mean..pee comes out of there."
"Well, you gotta wash it first...I guess," Roger said squinting his eyes thoughtfully, "Or maybe cock suckers like the taste of piss," he added laughing. "Well..do they Johnny?" he teased.
Johnny shoved him playfully, "You tell us, you're the one who brought it up. You know all about it..don't ya?"
Roger shrugged and was quiet for a while as he seemed to be thinking about all that had been said. "All I know is I want to find out...one of these days. Maybe I can find a girl who'll do it."
"Ha..good luck there. Girls are afraid of peckers. Just ask my sister. She thinks they're nasty and disgusting."
"You talk about that stuff with your sister?"
"Nah, I heard her talking to my mom about it...when my mom told her she was getting old enough to start dating boys."
"Too bad, she could've sucked mine," Roger joked.
Suddenly Johnny was on Roger like white on rice and pounding him hard. I'd never seen Johnny that mad and I'd certainly never seen him hit anyone...until now.
"Don't you talk about my sister like that," Johnny screeched, "I'll bust you up good."
"I was only kidding," Roger said between blows, "Stop it man...I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."
I figured it was my turn to jump in and I grabbed Johnny and just held him as he calmed down. His body was hot to the touch and I could feel his muscles tense up, but at least he'd stopped pounding on Roger. We were both breathing heavy as we just sat there, my arms around Johnny and suddenly everything seemed to be going in slow motion.
I cold feel his chest rise and fall with each breath and his hard flat stomach beneath my right hand. Suddenly I looked down and realized that my other hand was brushing Johnny's crotch. I could feel his hard pecker against my hand and when I looked into his eyes I saw something there that sort of scared me. I jerked my hand away as if his crotch was on fire and blushed brightly.
I felt Johnny relax some more and he pulled away and leaned back into the couch. Roger had scooted away and was licking his wounds and looking worried, but I didn't think there was any permanent damage.
"Sorry, I just don't like anyone taking about my sister like that," he said softly.
"It's okay," Roger said softly, "I shouldn't a said what I did. I'm real sorry Johnny. Friends?" he said offering his hand.
Johnny took it slowly and they shook, but I could tell Johnny was still upset. Not so much about what Roger had said about his sister, but that he had lost control in front of us. I didn't know it then, but this wasn't the first time he had lost control, I'd just never been around when he did. I felt sorry for both of them, but I didn't know what to do. I was still a little embarrassed that I'd been touching Johnny's pecker, but he didn't seem to be worried about that.
"I need to go home. I forgot something I have to do. If I don't do it my dad might not let me go camping this weekend," Johnny said jumping up and before we could even say goodbye he was out the door. I jumped up and looked out the door and yelled bye to him as he was crossing my yard, but he just waved and then he disappeared around the corner of the house.
I latched the door back and sat back down beside Roger who looked at me with worried eyes, "I never seen him that mad before. He was crazy."
"Yeah, me either. I guess he's sensitive about his sister or something."
"I guess. Man he got me good. My arm is gonna be all bruised tomorrow," Roger said rubbing his upper arm.
"Sorry." I said feeling embarrassed and helpless.
"Forget him. What do you want to do now?" Roger said cheering up quickly.
"I dunno, what do you want to do?"
"Well...you'd probably say no," Roger said looking nervous.
"What? Just tell me," I said clueless to what he wanted.
"Well....we could...no, you wouldn't want to....."
"Damn it Roger just tell me. If I say no, I say no, but I might say yes."
"Well...we could......(whispers) play with our peckers."
My face must've turned bright red, but I managed to keep my cool. "Here?" I said stupidly.
"Sure why not? It's private. The door is locked and no one can see in through the window, it's too high."
"Together?" I asked as sweat poured down my neck and into my shirt. I was also aware of a clammy wet feeling in my groin and at first I feared I peed myself, but fortunately it was just sweat.
"Well, we could close our eyes if you want. I don't mind seeing yours though."
"I.....this is kind of weird, but I gotta admit...my pecker is hard as a rock. It has been ever since you and Johnny started talking about that sex stuff."
"Really? Mine too," he said digging at his crotch and rubbing the bulge there.
My eyes were drawn there like a moth to a flame and as I watched my hand drifted down to my own aching pecker. I licked my lips nervously. This was it, this was the kind of thing I'd been hoping for, but I didn't realize it until now. If I said no, Roger would think I was chicken and he might never want to do anything like this again, but if I said yes I ran the risk of making a fool of myself with my small dry pecker. What should I do? As would be the case for most of my life my pecker made the decision for me.
"Okay, but how about we sit back to back and do it?"
"Okay, yeah, that's good. Let's take off our shirts first...okay?"
I shrugged, I wasn't ashamed of my upper body but I hadn't thought about what it would feel like to be skin to skin with Roger. The feeling was amazing even though we were sweaty. His skin was soft and warm and it caused me to sweat even more, but I didn't mind.
"Okay, let's pull our shorts and undies down now."
"Okay," I said shakily as I snaked my elastic waist shorts down along with my underwear. My pecker sprung up like a jack in the box and I swore it looked bigger today. Maybe it was growing or maybe it was just extra hard because of all the sex talk.
I felt Roger moving around and he sighed suddenly and I figured out he had his out too. Unlike Johnny and I Roger was circumcised. The only reason I knew what that meant was because my cousin Joe was circumcised and he had explained the whole thing to me. I still thought it sounded stupid and mean to cut a boys skin off, but I kind of liked how his pecker looked.
"You ready?"
"Uh huh," I said feeling sort of faint. Was I really going to jack off with one of my best friends?
"Okay, let's start then." I heard Roger spit but I didn't know what for. Later I found out it was to make his hand slicker for going up and down his pecker, but I didn't need spit, I had my skin and all I had to do was move it up and down.
"Feels good, don't it?"
"Uh huh," I said feeling it deep within my guts. This time was even better than all the other times I'd ever done it and I figured it was because I was doing it with someone else. I could feel Roger push back against me with each stroke and if I listened really close I could hear the soft wet slapping sound of Roger's hand on his pecker.
After a few minutes I was aware of the aroma of our sweat mixed with something else....the smell of our peckers and for some reason that excited me even more than all the dirty talk I'd ever heard. I didn't understand any of it right then. All I knew was that I was lost in the feel and smell of hot sweaty boy sex and I never wanted it to end.
Suddenly I wanted to see Roger's pecker and watch him jacking off, but I didn't want him to think I was weird. Then I had an idea.
"My back is getting tired," I lied, "Want to lean back against the couch and do it?"
"Yeah, mine too..yeah, that's good," Roger said sounding excited.
We moved apart and turned moving back into the cushions of the couch and when we did we were now touching at the hips and along our legs. The feeling of skin on skin was more intense now and when I looked down and saw Roger's hand wrapped around his pecker I felt mine jump in my hand.
"Ohhhh..." Roger gasped as his eyes landed on my pecker.
I guessed he liked how it looked and I sure knew I liked how his looked.
"I wish I had skin like you and Johnny," he said softly, "I have to use spit," he said leaning over and letting a loogie drop down onto his hard pecker head.
"Oh wow," I said under my breath, "It's soooo big."
"Yeah, wanna...no, you'd say no..."
"What?" I whined.
In a whisper he shocked and excited me, "Touch each other's."
I'd wanted to touch that big ole pecker since I'd first seen it, but I was too ashamed to admit it. Now we were alone and Roger seemed to want it as much as I did.
"Okay, but we don't tell Johnny..okay?" I said suddenly very worried about what my other friend might think.
"I won't...I swear."
"Okay, who goes first?"
"At the same time...on the count of three. One...two...three."
I reached out and wrapped my hand around Roger's hard pecker and I was amazed at how good it felt in my hand, but not nearly as amazed as I was by the feel of Roger's hand on my own hard little pecker. I had never had anyone touch me there before but I knew at that moment that I would want that to happen again and as often as I could arrange it.
Do you remember your first time with someone else? I mean sexually. Maybe it was with a girl or maybe it was with a boy or maybe it wasn't until you were grown but think back about how exciting and new and wonderful that time was. That's how I felt that day. I was barely 11 years old but I knew what I was feeling that day was more like grown up stuff than kid stuff and I think I grew up a little that day. Oh, not that I still wasn't a kid inside, but I now had a new hobby that I would pursue the rest of my life.
When you're 11 and as sexually excited as we were that day it was inevitable that we weren't going to last long. Especially since we were touching each other and despite the awkwardness of the situation the feeling was far beyond anything either of us had ever experienced.
"You close?"
"Uh huh," I hummed.
"Me too. Be careful when I come I'm gonna shoot a lot."
"Huh, oh....yeah." I hadn't thought of that, but I wasn't really worried. In fact I was anxious to see what all the fuss was about. Maybe I couldn't make wet yet, but Roger could and I was going to see what that meant.
I guess the thought of that was what pushed me over the edge and as my puny little pecker began to throb and that wonderful feeling traveled all through my body I grunted and somehow Roger knew what was happening and that was all it took to finish him off.
He was panting the last few strokes but suddenly he cried out and as I watched in amazement his pecker expelled a long stream of thin whitish liquid. It splashed onto his belly, some of it running into his belly button then a second stream was expelled traveling straight up before splashing down on my hand.
I guess I should have been grossed out or at least uncomfortable with another boys sperm all over my hand but instead I stared at my hand with wonder and wished I could produce something that amazing. I watched as a little more of the white liquid oozed out of his piss slit then he gently pushed my hand away.
"It gets sensitive when I come," he said replacing my hand with his.
I had forgot about my own pecker until then and suddenly I realized that Roger was still jacking it slowly.
"Uh, are you done yet?"
"Yeah, thanks." I muttered and he slowly pulled his hand away.
"Damn, I need something to wipe this off with," he said holding up his wet hand.
I looked at my own hand and realized I had as much on me as he did. For the life of me I don't know why I did what I did next but as Roger watched I brought my hand to my nose and sniffed Roger's sperm. It really didn't have much of a smell, but I decided it wasn't an unpleasant odor. It was a sort of musky smelling and for some reason the smell of it excited me.
We were both still hard but the sexual excitement was gone now and left was the uncomfortable silence that usually follows being with someone for the first time that way.
"Uh, there's some napkins over there," I said pointing to one of the crates we used for a table. They had come from the Dairy Queen, left over from the footlong coneys we'd eaten one day after school.
Roger waddled over, his shorts and undies still around his feet and grabbed a handful of napkins and waddled back. He handed me a couple then began to wipe his belly and pecker clean before finally wiping his hand off. I watched for a moment then turned my attention to my own sticky mess and when I was sure I had it all I sniffed my hand again.
There was still a bit of smell but the stickiness was gone so I crumpled the napkins up and tossed them in the cardboard box we used for a trash can. I pulled up my shorts and pants and by then my pecker was soft again.
"What you wanna do now?" Roger asked tossing his napkins and pulling up his clothes again.
"I dunno, let's go get something to drink. My mom made Kool-aid..grape," I said suddenly realizing how thirsty I was.
"Okay, and I need to use your bathroom..okay?"
"Yeah, sure...come on."
My dad worked 9 to 5 Monday through Friday so he was never home during the week days but my mom was always home unless she had to go to the store or something. We only had one car, an old beat up Ford, but if she needed it she would take dad to work and then go do her shopping and pick dad up. Today was one of those days when my mom was out shopping.
"Mom...." I yelled as we came in the kitchen door, and when no one answered I checked the fridge. She always left me a note there if she was going out and sure enough, there it was.
Robert.
I've gone to you aunt Edna's house to take her grocery shopping. If you get hungry there is left over chicken in the ice box and I made Kool-aid. Be good and don't make a mess.
Love Mom
"No one home. My mom's out shopping," I said grinning.
"I'm gonna go use your bathroom. Be right back," Roger said heading toward the hallway that led to the bathroom.
"I'll fix the Kool-aid. Hey, want some chicken?" I yelled as he disappeared.
"Yeah," I heard him yell back, his voice muffled by the bathroom door now.
I washed my hands first, not just because they were dirty but because they'd been covered in Roger's sperm a short time ago then poured two glasses of Kool-aid and dug out the platter of chicken. When Roger returned he was still wiping his hands on his shorts. I guessed he was afraid to use the towel mom always kept hanging by the sink.
We sat down at the table and sipped our Kool-aid and gnawed on chicken legs talking about our upcoming campout. Neither of us said a word about what had taken place in the clubhouse earlier, but it hung over us like a storm cloud. I can't really explain how I felt. I wasn't sorry it had happened, but I wasn't sure if I wanted it to happen again despite my earlier feelings. I was young and inexperienced but I would soon learn that feeling change quickly when you get horny.
We finished our chicken and Kool-aid and I cleaned up our mess so my mom wouldn't get upset and we wandered outside again. It was early June and already in the 90's. My dad said that the Farmer's Almanac predicted it would be a hot dry summer and so far it seemed to be right.
"Wanna play under the hose?"
"Naw....let's go see if Johnny is over his mad spell," Roger said looking a little upset.
"Oh...okay, maybe we can stop by Dyer's and get some candy to share with him. I got a dime I found."
"Hey, good idea."
We bought a dime's worth of penny candy and headed down to Johnny's. When we got there he was in his backyard playing with his dog Peck. I never understood why they named that dog such a stupid name until Johnny told me it was because he had such a big pecker. After that I couldn't look at that dog without checking out his big pecker.
"Hi, we brought some candy," I said as we stood at the fence.
"Okay, come on in," he said going over to the gate and swinging it open.
We walked in and Johnny and Roger looked each other over. I wasn't sure if Johnny was over his mad but at least he didn't come out swinging. Peck greeted us then went over to lay down in the shade. He was a big hound dog and pretty old as dogs go and he wasn't very active in the heat.
We sat down on Johnny's back porch and split up the candy. There was three each since the extra penny had gone for tax. A roll of Smarties, a Tootsie Roll, and a penny sucker. Johnny chose the red one and I took green and Roger took the grape one.
"What you guys been doing?"
"Nothing. We ate some chicken and drank some Kool-aid. My mom is gone for the day." If only he knew what else we did.
"Lucky, I had baloney..again."
"Hey, can we see the tent you said you had?"
"Yeah, come on. I'll show ya all my camp stuff."
We spent the rest of the afternoon at Johnny's checking out the camping stuff and then playing catch in his backyard. Later we walked over to the school and played on the swings and monkey bars till it was time for Roger and I to go home. We split up with Johnny at the school and by then it was pretty obvious that Johnny and Roger were back on good terms again. In fact it was as if nothing had happened. I guess that's the way it is with boys, we get upset easy, but get over it quickly.
I walked Roger to his house and when we split up I headed on home thinking my thoughts and trying to figure things out. It had been a good day filled with a little drama and something new and exciting but I still wasn't sure how I felt about any of it.
By the time I got home mom was there and she gave me a hug and asked me how my day was. I felt a little guilty about what Roger and I had done in the clubhouse, but when I really thought about it, it was no worse than some of the other secrets I kept from my folks. That's how it was with kids, there were some things you just couldn't tell your folks. No, some things were just for you and your buds to know and what Roger and I had done was certainly one of those.
I wondered what Johnny would think about what Roger and I had done. It sort of excited me to think about telling him and finding out he wanted to do that stuff too. Ever since I had seen him naked I had been thinking about how he looked and how much I'd like to touch him. I felt a little confused by that, but I didn't think it was really anything that bad. Back then queer was an abstract term and no one really talked about that stuff much except to insult someone. It seemed no worse than saying someone was an asshole or a prick. Calling someone a queer was no big deal and I certainly didn't think of myself as queer.
That night in bed as I lay there thinking about what Roger and I had done pretty soon my pecker was stiff and standing proud and my hand drifted down there. Suddenly Johnny's lean and muscled body apeared in my mind and I imagined touching his pecker as I had Roger's. I could almost feel his hard pecker throbbing beneath my hand and when I suddenly felt that warm shuddery feeling sweep through my body I longed to have his sperm shoot out all over my hand.
As I came down from the most intense feeling I'd yet experienced I was suddenly aware of a wetness at the tip of my pecker. Throwing back the covers I felt with my other hand. Yes, it was wet and slippery. My body had chosen that exact moment to produce it's first wet come and I was the happiest boy in the world. I wiped the wetness on my hand and sniffed it. It didn't have the same flavor as Roger's had, but it was mine and it was the most wonderful thing ever. I didn't even bother wiping it off. There wasn't much and I simple rubbed it into my skin until it was gone.
I fell asleep exhausted but happy and I couldn't wait to tell Johnny and Roger my good news.
End Part One
Next: The campout
As Promised here is my coming of age story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. While it is set in a non-descript locale I have used some of my boyhood locations and certainly my feelings while writing it. Roger and Johnny are composites of friends I had as a boy and while all the situations here are fiction I like to think that these sort of things could happen. I like for my stories to be realistic and believable and I hope I have achieved this with this one. I also strive to develop characters who are likable and believable and to evoke emotions in my readers besides lust...lol. I plan on posting smaller chapters than I usually do since this story concerns only the events of this one certain summer. Please let me know what you think. I thrive on your emails.
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Kewl Dad
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