You would think once we finally managed to have sex, real sex, butt sex, that we would have gone around doing it all the time, but that didn't happen. First of all we were 11 year old boys and like most 11 year old boys our hygiene wasn't the best and I had no idea how to clean myself inside out. I mean we knew that it worked best when I had pooped first and of course I washed my butt, but it was still messy most times.
Because it was messy we always did it when one of us was spending the night so we'd have a way to clean up and of course we wanted to be comfortable and take our time. The second time we did it was really a big mess and we were terrified someone would figure things out but once we got cleaned up we laughed about it. However after that it was a while before we tried it again.
Of course we still had sex, sucking and jacking and kissing and rubbing on each other and we even included Roger in that part of our fun as often as possible. Speaking of Roger his home life just kept getting worse and worse and I worried a lot about him. I mean there was only so much Johnny and I could do for him but we tried to make as much time for him as possible.
The days were hot and dry all the rest of July and moving into August it was even worse. We went swimming at least once a week and even camped out in the treehouse a few times. Some days we'd meet up just after breakfast and play till dark.
The three of got really close that summer and I can honestly say that no summer or friendships have ever come close to comparing to what we had that summer of 64. We knew the days were numbered and soon summer would end and it would be back to school and our carefree days of play would be over so we tried to make the best of what we had.
I think our folks understood how we felt and they gave us a lot of freedom that last month. Even Roger's parents let him do pretty much whatever he asked, but I think part of that was that they just didn't want to deal with him along with their own problems. Whatever the reason it worked well for us.
Back to school shopping had been done and we all felt the weight hanging over our heads as school approached and we wanted one last fling to remember that summer by. We met at my house one sunny afternoon toward the end of August and made our plans over Kool-Ade and homemade Ranger cookies.
"How about another camping trip to the creek?" Johnny suggested.
"We could do that....but what if we did something totally different this time?"
"Like what Robert?" Roger asked picking a cookie crumb off his tummy and eating it.
"I don't know, but surely we can figure something out between the three of us."
"Where can we go, what can we do...." Johnny said lowly as he tapped his chin and looked thoughtful.
We lay around on the ground and dozed and thought but no one really had any good ideas. We had just about given up and decided to go with camping out at the creek when as luck would have it my uncle Joe came to visit. Now uncle Joe was my favorite uncle and he and I had been really close until he got married and moved to the country. I mean we were still close, but I didn't get to see him as much and I missed him a lot.
When I looked up that day and saw him coming around the corner of our house I was up in flash and tackling him so hard he nearly fell down. Uncle Joe was one of the strongest guys I knew and handsome too and I guess you could say I had a little crush on him my whole life. He was my mom's youngest brother and looked more like a teenager than an adult.
"Uncle Joe!" I squealed, "Remember Johnny? and that's Roger our new friend."
"Hi guys, what are you up too? Ready to go back to school?" He laughed.
We all made faces and booed and he laughed even harder. "Well you still gotta couple weeks to go. Speaking of which, if you don't have any other plans..how would you like to come visit me and Kathy for a while?"
"Really? You mean it?" I asked excitedly, then when the excitement wore off I frowned.
"What, what's wrong? You look like you bit into a turd." He laughed.
"It's just that I hate to leave my friends. We been planning on doing something...one last big thing before the summer ends."
He smiled, "So..bring em along. The more the merrier. I know Johnny's mom would be cool with it."
"Really, all three of us? That would be so cool. Hey, guys think you could talk your folks into letting you go to uncle Joe's farm?"
"That would be rad," Roger said, "I bet I can."
"Me too" Johnny said excitedly. He liked my uncle Joe almost as much as I did and the three of us had always had fun together.
"How long could we stay?"
"Well...I was thinking about maybe picking you up on Friday and bringing you back sometime Monday. Would that work for you?"
"Yeah, where would we sleep?" I asked wondering if the three of us would have any privacy.
"Well....you can sleep inside or....there's a hayloft in the barn and we could clean it up a bit and make a nest for you guys. I know you guys probably like roughing it and you'd have total privacy to go wild and hoop and holler all you want and not bother your aunt or the baby."
The baby was Joe Jr. and he was about a year old that summer. He was cute and I loved my little cousin a lot, but I guess I was kind of jealous of him having uncle Joe's attention and affection. I hadn't seen the baby since the start of summer and I bet he'd grown a lot and I was sort of looking forward to seeing him again. And then there was aunt Kathy. She was as much fun as uncle Joe and even after they'd gotten married I hung out with them and we'd play board games or watch TV together, that was until they moved to the country.
"Well...you guys think about it and let me know. I gotta go get some stuff for the farm and get back home, but if you decide you want to do this just have your mom call me..okay Roberty Boberty?" he said using the nickname he'd used when I was a little kid.
"We will and thanks uncle Joe," I said hugging his neck, then whispering in his ear, "I love ya lots."
"I love you too buddy," he whispered back, "nothing will ever change that."
I felt like crying then. I'd forgotten how much I missed my uncle till that moment and I guess I'd already decided that even if Johnny or Roger couldn't go I was going to go visit next weekend.
We walked uncle Joe to his pickup and mom came out to say goodbye. She hugged her little brother and I smiled thinking about how cool it would be to have a brother or sister. We talked a while longer then finally said goodbye and us boys wandered off to the back yard again.
"Wow, there it is...our answer to our last fling of the summer. Does he have a pond or anywhere to swim?"
"Yeah Johnny, I think there's a spring fed creek about a two miles away. I'm sure uncle Joe would take us there."
"Wow, this is gonna be so cool," Roger said grinning, "and I just know my folks will let me go, they want me gone as much as possible." he added sounding sad.
"I can't wait to find out for sure," I said hoping for the best. I'd die if they couldn't go.
That night Johnny and Roger asked their folks about the trip to the farm and they both called me later to tell me that it was on. I jumped up and down and whooped and hollered and my folks had to tell me to quieten down. I started packing that night and had a hard time getting to sleep even after a warm bath.
The rest of the week was unbearably long, but we managed to get through it somehow getting together ever chance we could and doing whatever we had to keep our minds off of the wait. Of course that meant messing around a lot, but we did other things too. We went swimming at the pool and played baseball and marbles and war and of course with our cars in the dirt, but whatever we were doing the trip was the thing we talked about most.
Finally Friday rolled around and Johnny and Roger showed up on our front door step early that morning. We checked out our packs and made sure we had everything we needed and waited impatiently for uncle Joe to show up. Around 10 his old Ford pickup came up the street and we jumped up and met him as he pulled into the drive.
He was alone and wearing a tank top and cut off jeans and for the first time in my life I realized just how sexy my uncle was. His skin was dark from working outside in the summer sun and I noticed the hairs on his beefy arms were bleached white by that same sun. His muscular chest strained at his tank top and his arms and legs were so muscular he looked like something out of one of those muscle magazines.
"Well guys are you excited about this weekend?" he said tousling my hair as I bounced up to him.
"Naw, not much," I teased, "Are you kidding? We could barely sleep all week."
"Well, let me say hello to sis and we can roll."
We followed uncle Joe inside and my mom hugged him and gave him a good looking over.
"Wow brother, you're looking fit these days." I guess she had noticed the muscles too.
"Hard work and fresh air," he said grinning, "Robert and his buds will look just as good when I bring em back, " he teased.
"That might be interesting," mom laughed, "but if I know these three they'll probably eat you out of house and home and come back fatter."
"Aww...mom, we'll get plenty of exercise."
"You boys run outside and play till it's time to go I want to talk to your uncle Joe for a little while."
I was confused and surprised that mom was sending us outside, but I didn't want to mess things up by disobeying so I pretended nothing was wrong and gathered up my friends and we went out to load our stuff in the back of uncle Joe's pickup.
Neither Johnny or Roger questioned why my mom wanted to talk to uncle Joe alone, but I had a pretty good idea what was going on. I'd heard my folks talking about what a hard time my uncle and aunt were having and I figured she was making sure he had enough money to feed three hungry boys all weekend. I felt a little bad that we might be a burden on my uncle Joe, but I knew mom would make sure things would turn out all right.
Mom and uncle Joe came out after a few minutes and they were both smiling so I relaxed a little. Mom gave me a hug and the usual mom speech and slipped me a ten dollar bill and told me to use it however I wanted. I thanked her and kissed her on the cheek and climbed into the back of uncle Joe's truck with Johnny and Roger. We sat down with our backs against the cab to keep the wind and bugs out of our faces and yelled goodbye and waved to mom as we started off.
The trip took maybe fifteen minutes and though it was already in the low 90's we didn't mind the heat at all. The wind rushing around the cab blew across our sweaty bodies and actually helped cool us down. Most of the trip was on paved roads but the last mile was gravel road and the dust that the truck kicked up was the only bad thing.
Eventually we pulled into a dirt and chat one lane road and we stood up and held onto the cab as we slowly drove up the road to uncle Joe's farm. We could see the house now, a white two story with a big red barn to one side and several smaller building here and there. There was a huge garden to one side and a fenced pasture on the other side and we saw a couple of cows and a few goats grazing there.
"Wow, I didn't know they had cows..."
"And goats," Roger added.
"Yeah, it's really cool here. And they have chickens too. They have there own egg factories," I chuckled.
"Any pigs...cause I love bacon and pork chops," Johnny teased.
"Naw, uncle Joe says pigs are too messy."
Uncle Joe pulled up next to a yellow and black 57 Chevy, which was his pride and joy. He'd bought it a few years ago and fixed it up and he took really good care of it. I loved that car almost as much as he did and we'd gone for many enjoyable rides in it.
"Wow, cool car." Johnny said whistling.
"Yeah, we'll get uncle Joe to take us for a ride in it before the weekend is over. Maybe we can go to the creek in it."
We climbed out of the truck and my aunt came out to meet us carrying Joe Jr. I was right, he had grown a lot and he was actually cuter than he'd been before. When he saw me he held out his chubby little arms for me and I took him and he played patty cake on my face. He was such a cute kid and so friendly and I suddenly realized how much I'd missed him.
We went inside and my aunt fixed us all a glass of tea and we visited for a while. The baby got kind of cranky after a while and my aunt took him to his room and put him down for a nap. When she came back her and uncle Joe held hands as they sat on the couch and we all got acquainted again.
Johnny was no stranger to my aunt and uncle and after a while Roger seemed to fit in just fine too. After a while uncle Joe took us on a tour of the farm and we got to see the livestock and help pick some vegetables from the garden. The good thing was with a garden that big we'd have plenty of veggies to eat. There was corn, tomatoes, onions, even potatoes in the garden and thanks to the chickens fresh eggs so I knew we wouldn't starve. I figured there wouldn't be much junk food, but boy was I wrong. My aunt was an excellent cook and she had all kind of baked goods for us eat that weekend and my uncle Joe had just bought a side of beef that week and we had steaks and hamburger plus fried chicken so needless to say we didn't starve.
Lastly uncle Joe showed us the barn and where we would be sleeping. There was a big door that rolled back on a track and in the middle of it was a regular door and that's how we got inside. The lower part of the barn had a few stalls and some tools and a tractor in it and above it was a loft filled with bales of hay. A sturdy ladder led up to the loft which ran the entire width of the barn and was about 10 feet deep.
At the back of the loft there was a door that swung out and a hoist on a long pole for bringing up the bales of hay. There were no windows but the door could be left open for ventilation, but uncle Joe said at night it was pretty cool in the country where there was no concrete or asphalt to hold in the heat.
We carried out stuff up to the loft and uncle Joe helped us arrange the bales into a huge raised bed and we covered it with our sleeping bags and some old blankets that uncle Joe had there. Other bales we could use for seats or tables and the only rule was: no open flames. We had flashlights, but the barn was wired with electricity and there was a hanging light right there in the loft if we needed it.
"If you guys need to pee, just let it fly out the loft door just don't fall out," he laughed, "but if you need to do number two come inside."
I blushed, but we all laughed and agreed that pooping outside was something we didn't want to do. Uncle Joe even provided us with an ice chest full of Shasta Soda which was pretty good pop and cheaper than Coke or Pepsi.
We spent the rest of the day helping uncle Joe around the farm and we didn't even mind. Actually it was kind of cool and when we fed the goats we found out just how funny those silly things are. After our little encounter with cows at the creek we were much braver around uncle Joe's cows and they seemed to ignore us most of the time.
I guess I never really knew how much work a farm could be and the fact that uncle Joe ran the farm and worked a full time job made me even prouder to be his nephew. He took care of his family and he worked really hard, but he still found time to play with us once the work was done and we had a blast.
We played croquet that evening in the fenced-in back yard and aunt Kathy even joined us while Joe Jr. laid on a blanket nearby. I'd forgotten how much fun croquet was and we had a really good time. Afterwards aunt Kathy fixed us a glass of lemonade and we sat on the big back porch and watched the sun go down.
As it began to get dark my thoughts went to what lay ahead and I guess I was a little anxious for us boys to be alone. When it finally got dark the fireflies came out and us boys went crazy trying to catch them and put them in jars and before we knew it it was time nine o'clock.
"Well, I'm going to go put the baby down for the night," are you coming sweetheart?" my aunt said smiling at my uncle.
I noticed Johnny and Roger staring at them and I'm sure they were wondering the same thing I was: are they going to do it once they get alone? I guess we thought a lot more about that kind of thing that summer and it didn't seem as gross as it had before we discovered sex ourselves.
"I thought I'd go get the boys settled in and then I'll be there," he said giving my aunt a kiss on the lips and then kissing the baby on the forehead.
"Okay, don't be long," she said smiling, "Goodnight boys. I'm glad you got to come visit. We've enjoyed your company."
We told her goodnight and I just had to kiss the baby on the forehead like my uncle Joe did and I could tell my aunt really liked that. Maybe she saw me as a potential baby sitter down the road or maybe she thought I might be to Joe Jr. what my uncle Joe was to me, a role model and friend.
Joe climbed up in the loft with us and we sat around for a while talking and joking around and I actually wished he could spend the night with us. Maybe we wouldn't be able to fool around but it would be nice to have him close by since by now all three of us were starting to get a little nervous about sleeping in a strange place.
"If you boys need anything just come up to the house, the back door is never locked. Just make sure you knock on our bedroom door before you come in," he laughed, "might see something you don't wanna see."
We all laughed and I had this image of uncle Joe naked and it sort of took my breath away. I mean it was one thing to see my buds bodies, but I'd never seen a real man naked before and my uncle Joe's body had always been interesting to me.
He eventually left and the first thing we did was pee out of the loft door standing side by side as we giggled and crossed streams. The night air was cool and fresh and for miles all we could see were fields and trees. The sky was filled with a million stars and suddenly I felt as if I had never really seen the night sky before that night.
Away from all the lights and noise of the city I was able to really see what I'd been missing. I think after that visit I had a whole new appreciation of nature and the world in general. I don't know if my two best friends were having the same kind of thoughts but I do know that they were staring at the sky with their mouths open that night.
Eventually we shook off the last few drops and zipped up. I guess until that point we hadn't thought about how we'd dress for sleeping and we stayed dressed as we plopped down on our make shift bed. The hay bales beneath us weren't as soft as we'd hoped, but the quilts and blankets helped. We didn't have any pillows but that was no big deal. When you're 11 it's pretty easy to sleep no matter where you lay your head.
"Pass me a punch," Johnny said to Roger who was closest to the ice chest filled with Shasta..
"I'll have a lemon lime slave," I said holding out my hand and giggling.
"I'm not your slave," Roger laughed, "but if you ask me real nice I might get you one."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeze."
Roger handed us our sodas and grabbed a root beer for himself and we sat Indian style facing each other and drank them. We had some cupcakes Kathy had sent up with us, but we weren't really hungry. It was our first night at the farm and I don't think any of us wanted it to end too soon.
"What shall we do now....." Johnny said placing a finger on his chin and looking thoughtful.
"I know, we could get nekkid," Roger giggled.
"And do what?" I asked grinning.
"Oh...I don't know....maybe play with our peckers....."
"Or...you could suck us," Johnny said squirming a little and I was sure he had a hardon just like I did.
"I don't mind," Roger said meekly. Of all the things we did, I think sucking pecker was Roger's favorite.
"I don't know if we should get naked yet," I said trying to be the level headed one of us, "Let's keep our undies on till we're sure everyone is asleep."
"Okay, sure we can do that," Johnny said stripping off his shirt and revealing that wonderful chest that I practically drooled over ever time I saw it.
When we got down to our undies we piled back down on the hay bales with our feet stretched out in from of us. Johnny was across from me and our feet were so close that when Roger started moving his from side to side they rubbed up against mine causing goose bumps all over my body. Roger was at the far side of us against the wall and he scooted down a little so his feet were touching ours.
We giggled as we played foot battle, but I don't think either of them knew just how much the foot play was turning me on. I didn't understand my attraction to feet, but I guess I didn't really think about it as being bad or good. I guess I thought it was a little weird, but it didn't hurt anyone and Johnny seemed to like it so what was the harm?
We played footsie for a while and that eventually led to ticking and wrestling around and pretty soon we were all three hard in our undies. Johnny pushed me onto my back and straddled me and held my arms while he brought his face down close to mine and pretended he was going to drop a logie in my mouth.
I was laughing really hard but I really sort of liked having Johnny on me and in control. I guess even back then I had begun to realize that I liked to have someone in charge of me. They call it submissive these days, but of course back then we had no clue what any of this stuff meant.
Roger
slipped up behind Johnny and jumped on his back and wrestled him off of
me and then I joined the pileup. We rolled around wrestling and
giggling rubbing our hard peckers on each other in the process till we
finally ran out of steam. As we lay there breathing heavily with our
arms and legs entangled, we stared into each other's
eyes with shit eating grins on our faces.
"Let's turn out the light and do some stuff," Roger said in a husky voice.
I pulled the string on the light and it when it went off we were plunged into near total darkness I fell down on the bales and suddenly Johnny switched on the flashlight and I could see him and Roger stretched out side by side. They were naked now and sporting boners and I stripped off my undies and joined them. I laid down next to Johnny and he pointed the flashlight toward the barn ceiling and we made shadow puppets for a few minutes.
Eventually Johnny switched off the flashlight and the darkness descended over us again. After a few minutes my eyes adjusted and I could make out Johnny's face just inches from mine and to the the other side Roger lay with his head propped up on his arm.
Johnny sighed noisily and rolled onto his side and scooted so close I could feel his warm breath on my face. I could smell his unique scent as well, but it was mixed with all the other scents of the farm and it was almost overwhelming.
Suddenly Johnny threw a leg over me and buried his face in my neck causing me to shiver with desire for him. My pecker was throbbing like mad and suddenly Johnny raised his leg a bit and began rubbing it against my pecker. I moaned a little and Roger scooted closer and placed a hand on my chest.
"What you guys doin?"
"Not much....yet," Johnny giggled.
"I been thinking....I've never got to see you guys doin it...the butt stuff....I mean," Roger said sounding nervous, "Think I could watch?"
"I don't know if we'll do that," Johnny said looking at me hopefully.
"If we can figure out a way to clean up I guess we can." I really wanted us to and for some reason the thought of Roger watching us was very exciting.
"Hold on," Roger said grabbing the flashlight and hopping up. We could see the flashlight beam moving around over by our packs and then Roger bounced back holding a handful of napkins,"I sniped em from the Dairy Queen...never know when you'll need napkins."
"Yeah, we can use the water in the ice chest to wet them with," I suggested.
No one spoke for a while but eventually Johnny and I began to kiss and Roger sat up and watched us as he rubbed his pecker. I motioned for him to scoot closer and I took over for him and suddenly I had a great idea. If I got on all fours and let Johnny fuck me that way I could suck Roger at the same time.
The thought of a cock at both ends really had me excited and I couldn't wait to try it, but I didn't want to sound too anxious or make it weird for them. Eventually Johnny had enough of the kissing and he moved off of me and got on his knees. I rolled onto my side and sucked him for a few minutes to get him nice and hard. I figured we could use spit for lube since I wasn't as tight as I was the first time and a little fingering would loosen me up just fine.
Once I had Johnny's cock good and wet I flipped over and got up on all fours and pushed my butt back at him. I heard him sort of growl as he moved up behind me and by now Roger was up and his knees taking it all in. I wet my fingers in my mouth and reached back and fingered my hole a little and the repeated it till I had three fingers in there.
"Okay, ready...." I said at last, "just take it slow."
Roger scooted closer and switched on the flashlight and pointed it at Johnny's cock and watched as Johnny lined it up with my butthole and pushed. I grunted and pushed like I was taking a shit and suddenly the head of Johnny's cock slipped inside. I grunted again and pushed my butt back at him and he slid all the way in.
"Oh man, that's so cool.....I mean seeing Johnny's pecker disappear in there is so sexy."
"Come around here," I said waving my hand toward my head and Roger scooted over on his knees till he was facing me. I reached up and pulled him closer and he finally got the idea and shoved his hips forward presenting his hard cock to me.
Johnny was starting to move faster as I took Roger's cock into my mouth and began to slowly suck him. He grabbed my head and held on and eventually started thrusting into my mouth as Johnny thrust into my ass. With every stroke Johnny rubbed that place inside me and my cock throbbed between my legs and I felt like I could shoot my sperm at any minute.
This went on for maybe ten minutes until Roger cried out and buried his cock in my throat and began to fill my mouth with his hot sticky sperm. I swallowed it all down and Roger pulled out and scooted around and started watching Johnny fuck me again.
I guess Johnny was feeling pretty proud or something and he really put on a show for Roger, grabbing my hips and shoving his cock into me over and over until finally he cried out and began to unload in my pooper. Roger suddenly crawled under me and took my cock in his mouth and swallowed it down and that was all it took to make me come. As I unloaded in Roger's mouth my body shook from all the feeling going through me and I nearly collapsed.
As soon as Johnny pulled out and Roger got out from under me I laid down and groaned with exhaustion. Johnny got up and I heard the ice chest open and I figured he was wetting some napkins Suddenly I felt something cold and wet on my butthole causing me to yelp and Johnny and Roger both laughed. The asshole had put an ice cube in there. I yelped again and reached back and flipped it off, "Asshole," I said laughing.
"Yeah it is an asshole and I thought it might need cooling off."
"How's it look back there?" I asked wiggling my butt. I felt Johnny's hands prying my cheeks apart and then something wet and a little rough rubbing up and down my crack and across my bruised hole. Actually the cold water felt pretty good cause I still tended to get a little sore when Johnny fucked me.
"Not bad at all," Johnny said, "and not much on my pecker at all this time."
Roger had piled down beside me and was rubbing his pecker slowly and it was starting to get hard again. I was too tired to even think about my pecker but it seemed like Roger was always ready for more. I hated that he didn't have anyone to fuck, but there was no way I was letting him fuck me and of course Johnny was totally off limits.
Johnny got rid of the napkins and stretched out beside me with is hands behind his head. I rolled over on my side facing him and put my hand on his muscled chest and looked down at this pecker. It was still semi-hard and the head was peeking out of the foreskin and I sort of trembled with excitement at that sight of it.
"That was fun," Roger said sighing, "what's it feel like getting hammered by that big ole pecker Robert?"
"I like it a lot," I said softly, "something inside feels really good when Johnny's pecker rubs against it."
"Yeah, I know what you mean....I like that too...." Was he hinting?
"Shut up or we'll both fuck you," Johnny teased, or was he?
"No, please...not that," Johnny giggled.
"I bet you'd like it," Johnny said sounding a bit excited by the idea.
I wasn't sure how I felt about it exactly. I mean yeah it might be fun to fuck Roger, I'd done it once before and it was pretty good, but did I want Johnny fucking anyone else? In the end I decided that I'd go along with whatever Johnny wanted.
"Who wants another pop? Roger said after a few minutes.
"Not me," I said yawning, "I'm too tired and I don't wanna have to go pee all night."
"Yeah, you might fall out of the loft and break your neck," Johnny laughed.
"Or your butt," Roger offered, "then Johnny wouldn't have a butt to fuck."
"Huh uh, I'd have yours," Johnny growled.
"Huh uh, your pecker is too big," Roger weakly protested.
"A little spit and it'd slide right in," Johnny said as I watched his pecker go hard again.
I sighed, I knew where this was going and there was nothing I could do about it even if I wanted to. I lay there feeling really drowsy as I listened to them chatter back and forth and eventually I fell asleep. When I woke up a little while later I heard whispering. I opened my eyes slowly and saw that Johnny was no longer laying beside me. I strained my ears and listened carefully and figured out that the whispering was coming from the direction of the loft door.
At first I was sort of mad or hurt or something, but the more I laid there the more I realized how silly that was. I'd messed with Roger when Johnny wasn't around and for all I knew the two of them had done the same thing. I didn't own Johnny even though we'd said we loved each other and after all it wasn't like he was messing with every boy that came along. Roger was our friend and he'd actually been the one who got all this started. He knew a lot more about this stuff than we did, but we were learning fast and we had more time to practice than he did.
"What about Robert?" I heard Roger whisper.
"He's asleep. We can wake him if you want, but he won't care."
Roger sighed, "Are you sure?"
"Never mind," Johnny said sounding miffed.
"No..no wait. I guess we could do it," Roger said sounding panicky.
I had two choices at this point, I could pretend to be asleep and let them do...whatever they were going to do, or I could wake up noisily and stop it or....watch. I decided I'd rather watch and maybe play too than to lay there and listen to them have sex so I made my move.
I yawned noisily and stretched and sat up and they froze like deer in the headlights. "Oh hi you guys. Sorry I fell asleep. Whatcha doin over there?"
"Uh...nothing...just took a pee and looking at the sky," Johnny said sounding nervous.
I laughed, "Or jerking each other off."
"Naw...not yet," Roger laughed, "come on over here and help us out why dontcha?"
I hopped up and joined them by the door slipping an arm around each of their necks and I pulled then in close to my naked body. I decided right then and there that I would never be the kind of boyfriend that kept Johnny from doing what he wanted to, but I didn't want him doing it without me there.
"So...you gonna fuck Roger or what?" I said grinning.
"Huh, why would you ask that?"
"Well...I just figured since you're the big stud here you needed another butt to fuck and mine is tired."
"You sure about this...." I almost laughed since that was exactly what Roger had asked Johnny a few minutes before.
"If you wanna do it...I don't mind as long as I can watch and maybe help. I could get you wet with my mouth first."
I heard Johnny sort of moan under his breath and I knew I was doing the right thing. I led them back to our hay bale bed and Roger flopped onto his stomach and arched his butt up as he arranged his pecker underneath him. I sat down and pulled Johnny to me and started licking his cock making sure to get it good and wet. Meanwhile Roger had been working his butthole with his wet fingers and when Johnny was ready so was he.
I moved to one side and watched as Johnny straddled Roger and then he did the coolest thing I'd ever seen. Moving his head directly over Roger's butt he reached down and spread his cheeks and dropped a logie right down on his butthole. I watched with excitement as he mounted Roger and reaching down he placed his cock against Roger's hole and pushed.
"Owww..damn that's big," Roger whined, "take it slow."
I moved up and touched Roger's arm and patted him gently and watched as Johnny slid in inch by inch until his pubes were flattened against Roger's chubby butt. Roger let out the breath he'd been holding and I could see his body relax a little as Johnny began to move slowly in and out of his butthole.
"That okay?" Johnny asked suspending himself on his strong arms and legs. He looked like he was doing push ups on Roger except that his cock was buried in Roger's butthole.
"Yeah, it feels okay. Wish I could get to my pecker though.
"I know a different way you can do it," I said softly and you can get to your pecker at the same time."
"How?"
"Roll onto your back."
"Wait, let me pull it out first," Johnny said sounding annoyed.
When he was out his pecker bounced around like a slinky as he waited for Roger to roll over and he looked at me with confusion.
"Now raise your legs up high...yeah, like that....see it Johnny?"
"Oh yeah....just like fucking a girl now," Roger said laughing, "and I can get at my pecker...or you can Robert."
I took that as a hint and once Johnny was back inside him I reached over and began jacking Roger's pecker. It didn't take long for either of them to come and when Roger let loose I guess his butthole squeezed around Johnny's pecker and that made Johnny come.
As Roger coated my hand and his belly with his sticky sperm Johnny filled his pooper up and then he fell down on top of him trapping my hand between them. I was worried at first that Johnny might be going to kiss Roger but instead he rolled his head to one side and rested it on his shoulder.
"Uhhhh...I'm so tired and my pecker hurts now," Johnny whined.
"Well, what do you expect fucking all night?"
"You should try it."
"Yeah Robert if you want to you can do it now."
I had to admit the idea of fucking Roger and dipping my cock in Johnny's come at the same time was pretty exciting, but I didn't want to act too anxious.
"Ah....I don't know. I bet it's pretty slick in there now."
"So..you don't need no spit and you can slide right in. Go ahead do..it's only fair," Johnny said looking me in the eyes. Was he feeling a little guilty and trying to make things right?
"Well...I guess I could do it. I am kind of horny after watching you guys do it."
"Your pecker is as hard as steel," Johnny laughed, "Do it...wreck his butt."
"Roll over on your stomach," I said pushing Johnny off of him.
"Uh...take it easy okay Robert?" Roger said looking back at me.
"Shut up boy," I said as I slapped his ass and Johnny hooted.
"Give it to him Robert," Johnny cheered.
I had no intention of hurting Roger but suddenly I felt very masculine and in charge and I wanted to prove that I could give it as good as I could take it. I placed my pecker head at his butthole and it slipped in easily. I pushed as Roger grunted and slid all the way in. I let him get used to it for a minute before pulling almost all the way out then shoving it back in again. I had to admit it did feel really good and pretty soon I was fucking him fast and hard.
Johnny was sitting up on his knees watching me closely and he seemed amazed at what he was seeing. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of Roger's wet squishy hole full of Johnny's cum. I knew I wouldn't last long at this rate so I laid down on Roger and just left my cock inside him as I lay there cooling off.
I remembered how much I had liked it when Johnny rubbed his feet against mine while he fucked me and I did the same with Roger as I lay there. I heard him sigh and as I started to fuck again he pushed his butt up at me and starting squirming like he was rubbing his pecker against the covers beneath him.
This time I didn't stop till I came and when I did it was so intense I almost passed out. So this was what Johnny felt when he fucked me? Now I really knew why he liked it so much, but as good as it was I was still sure I liked getting fucked more than fucking. I guess the best thing would be to do both but so far Johnny had never offered that and I was pretty sure he never would.
I pulled out after a few seconds and cleaned up as best I could with the napkins. As far as I could tell the mess was mostly cum, mine and Johnny's, and that was no big deal. I was really exhausted after that and Roger was already asleep by the time I wipe his butt crack and cleaned him up a little. Johnny had rolled onto his back and was breathing softly and when I rolled over next to him and put my arm over his chest he placed his hand on top of mine and pulled my arm tight around him. We were out like a light in a few seconds and didn't wake until morning.
Morning comes pretty early on the farm but fortunately uncle Joe let us sleep a little longer before waking us for breakfast. We were still naked when he came into the barn and hollered up at us but fortunately he didn't come up the ladder and we got dressed before he could see our naked butts.
We peed in the bathroom inside and washed our faces and hands then went into the dining room. The dining room table was huge and had six chairs plus the baby's high chair and we sat down and waited for aunt Kathy to bring the food.
There was bacon and sausage, fried potatoes, fresh baked biscuits, scrambled eggs, and sliced tomatoes and onions and home made plum jelly and fresh churned butter for our biscuits. Us boy had big glasses of fresh milk and the adults had coffee.
The food was delicious and there was a lot of it but between all of us we managed to make it disappear. Afterwards we offered to help clean up and aunt Kathy said if we could clear the table that would be a big help. Uncle Joe kept the baby occupied while we did clean up then I took him and us boys played with him a while as Joe finished his coffee and relaxed a little.
"You boys up for some swimming today?" Joe asked stretching his long legs out as he sat sideways at the table.
"Yeah!" We all shouted.
"There's a little spring fed creek not too far from here, you remember Robert, that place where we went last summer? We can pack some lunch meat and pop in the ice chest and have a picnic and swim all day if you guys want."
"Yeh, that would be great. I remember that place, the water is like freezing till you get used to it...right?"
"Yeh, cause it spring fed. I already did all the morning chores so I'm free all day. Maybe when we get back you boys can help me do the evening chores and we can have a cook out tonight. I got some nice steaks and we can roast some corn in the shucks and have some baked taters."
One thing about swimming in the creek, you didn't need a real swimsuit and cutoffs were just perfect. The water was as cold as I remembered but once we got used to it we didn't even care. We stayed under the water most of the time but uncle Joe had brought a couple of old truck inner tubes and we took turns floating on them. Actually they were big enough for two people and Johnny and I used one while Roger used the other, but we finally gave one to uncle Joe and pretty soon he was floating around looking sleepy while aunt Kathy played with the baby near the shore in shallow water.
After a few hours of swimming we climbed out and wrapped towels around us and had a sandwich and some chips and cookies and drank some pop while we sat on the tailgate of the pickup. The sun was hot but it was a perfect day for swimming and we still had hours of fun ahead of us.
After we ate we explored the creek bank while our food settled and discovered some crawdads hiding under a rock. Roger tried to pick one up and it pinched him and we all hollered with laughter. Across the creek was a steep rocky embankment with just a few trees and shrubs growing up the side of it as if defying gravity and and there were several small caves.
"I wonder what lives in those caves?" Johnny said skimming a rock across the water.
"Probably a deranged bunny rabbit," Roger said and we all laughed remembering the rabbit at Salt creek that time we'd camped out there.
"Or a wild cat," Johnny said growling and mauling us with his pretend claws.
"Well, as long as they stay put till we leave," I said grinning, "come on let's go swim some more."
We swam and played on the inner tubes for another couple of hours and then had another can of pop and some cookies. We were all three pretty well tanned, but we still turned kind of red that day from being out in the sun so long. As long as we stayed under the water though only our faces got the full impact of the sun's rays and so we had rosy cheeks by the time we finally gave it up that day.
As we drove back to the farm we sat on one of the inner tubes with our backs against the cab and rested. We were dog tired from swimming all day and a nap sounded great, but we'd promised to help uncle Joe with his chores so I figured there wasn't much of a chance for that to happen.
The chores weren't bad though, mostly feeding the goats and making sure the water troughs were full and stuff like that. Joe had got up early and milked the cows and fed the chickens while Kathy gathered the eggs. I learned that they also had one female goat that they milked and that was where I got my first taste of goat's milk.
Next we gathered the stuff from the garden that hadn't been quite ready the day before then uncle Joe said we could do whatever we wanted till time to start the cookout. We headed up to the loft and fell onto the hay bale bed and fell asleep in about a half a minute.
Around six uncle Joe came looking for us and when he climbed the ladder and found us asleep he sat down beside me and touched me gently. I'm a pretty light sleeper and he knew that and when my eyes flickered open I smiled at him and he began rubbing my tummy.
"Ummm...is it time for the cookout?" I said yawning and stretching like a cat.
"Not quite, but I figured you'd want to clean up a little and change before supper.
"Okay," I said taking uncle Joe's hand and bringing it to my face and kissing it. I don't know why I did it but it didn't seem to surprise him.
He touched my face and smiled at me before whispering, "I miss having you around you know? You should come stay with us more often."
"I will," I promised.
"I hope Joe Jr. grows up to be as good a boy as you are."
"Oh, he will...cause he has you for a dad," I said beaming.
"Well, he'll have you for an example as he grows up so he might just turn out okay after all. I'll let you wake your buds then you can grab some clothes and come inside and shower and change. I know you feel pretty clean from the creek water and all but I promised your mom I'd make you shower at least once before the weekend was over." He laughed then and swatted me on the rear.
After uncle Joe left I woke Roger and Johnny and told them the plan and fortunately they didn't grouse about it. We grabbed clean undies, shorts and tee shirts and headed to the house still barefoot and shirtless. Aunt Kathy was nowhere to be seen but Joe was sitting in the living room watching TV and playing with the baby.
We headed to the big bathroom which was on the second floor and closed the door behind us. There was a bathtub with a built in shower and we decided to shower together like we usually did to save time. I don't think any of us thought about messing around in there since we knew my aunt and uncle were close by, but we did pop boners while we were washing each other even if we didn't do anything with them.
Actually it felt kind of good to get really clean and I even pushed my soapy finger into my butthole to clean it real good. It was a little tender after the workout the night before but I'm sure Roger's was worse having had two cocks in it.
We found uncle Joe out back and he was just taking some foil wrapped ears of corn out of the coals in the charcoaler. They smelled delicious and I realized I was pretty hungry. Aunt Kathy was inside slicing tomatoes and onions and stuff for the cookout and pretty soon she brought out the stakes and Joe laid them on the grill. They were huge and my mouth started watering when I smelled the heavenly odor as the grease dropped onto the hot coals.
We talked to uncle Joe while the steaks cooked and occasionally he would check on them and half way through he turned them over to cook on the other side. We didn't eat steak that much at our house and Roger and Johnny said they couldn't ever remember having steak, at least not as thick as these, so we were in for real treat.
Meanwhile my aunt had baked potatoes in the oven and by the time the steaks were ready she had everything arranged on the big dining room table. Uncle Joe took the steaks up and we filled our plates and went outside to eat on the big back porch.
Us boys sat on the steps while my aunt and uncle sat in lawn chairs with the baby in a baby walker nearby. We talked as we ate and I don't think I had ever enjoyed a meal as much as I did that one. The steak was delicious and the roasted corn was the best tasting veggie I had ever ate.
My friends kept thanking my aunt and uncle over and over and it was obvious they were having as good a time as I was. Eventually we were stuffed but we didn't waste a bite of the food on our plates.
"Who wants cake and ice cream?" Aunt Kathy said as we sat down our plates.
We all groaned. "Can we have it later maybe....after our steak settles?"
"Well of course. There are no rules about eating this weekend," she laughed, "this is your weekend to enjoy and maybe make a memory to keep with you when you go back to school."
We helped clear and then returned to the porch and sat around talking to uncle Joe while we waited for darkness to fall. The temperature was still in the upper 80's and humid, but as the sun dropped down it began to cool off more than it had the night before.
"It looks like it could rain," Joe said gazing out at the grey clouds that had moved in over the last few minutes, "my poor old garden could sure use some watering."
"Does the barn leak?" I giggled.
"No, not that I know about, that tin roof is pretty solid, but it will be noisy if it rains hard."
"I don't mind. I like listening to the rain."
"You always have," uncle Joe said looking at me lovingly, "when you were little you used to like to play in it," he laughed. "Sis would have to go pull you out of the mud holes."
"I still like playing in the rain," I said grinning, "and floating boats in the ditch out front when it rains a lot."
"Hey, one time after it rained we found a fish in the ditch out in front of Robert's house," Johnny said excitedly.
"Yeah, sometimes it rains fish," uncle Joe said, "I've seen it happen a bunch of times."
We talked for a long time that night and even after aunt Kathy joined us we still seemed to have plenty to talk about. It was cooling off nicely and the fireflies had appeared now and Johnny and Roger were trying to catch some but I stayed on the porch playing with the baby and talking to my aunt and uncle.
Sometimes I wished I had a baby brother to play with and to love and protect and to teach things to, but I guessed if mom and dad hadn't had another baby by now they never would. That made me a little sad, but I had Joe Jr. to pamper and that was pretty cool.
Eventually we decided we were ready for our cake and ice cream and aunt Kathy served us huge slices with a two scoops of ice cream, one strawberry and one chocolate, and we sat on the porch and ate them slowly as we enjoyed the cool night air.
By the time we finished our dessert it had begun to thunder and lightening and my aunt and uncle suggested we boys head on up to the loft before the rain started. Uncle Joe walked us to the barn and we even managed to talk him into staying a little while but when it finally began to rain he decided it was time to go in.
If it gets too bad come inside, okay? The back door is unlocked. If the wind get up or something don't stay out here."
We assured him we would, cause after all we lived in tornado alley and you never knew when the next one would blow through.
The rain came down hard for a long time and uncle Joe had been right, it was noisy, but kind of comforting too. When it slacked up the pitter pat on the tin roof was almost hypnotic and we began to get drowsy. It had been a long and wonderful day and despite having a short nap we were dog tired.
We shucked our shorts off but because it was cooler now we kept our undies and t-shirts on. We piled down with me in the middle and pretty soon we were snuggling against each other like pups. The warmth of my two buds felt comforting and their gentle scent was familiar and pleasing and soon I was asleep.
I awoke a while later to find Johnny spooned up to my backside but his pecker was soft and he seemed to be asleep. Roger was sprawled out on his tummy with his chubby butt raised and making funny little noises. I noticed he was laying on his hand and as I watched he began to make thrusting motions like he was fucking.
I chuckled when I realized what he was doing and his eyes popped open and he grinned at me. I motioned for him to roll over and scoot closer and then whispered for him to spin around so we were head to toe and when he got the idea he moved quickly.
We had each other's peckers in our mouth in a flash and began to feel each other's balls and ass up as we sucked. I was afraid Roger would come really fast since he'd been rubbing his pecker earlier but he kept it under control and I actually came first. He was only a few licks behind though and then we were both gulping down a mouthful of boy sperm.
Johnny never even stirred the whole time and when Roger spun back around we both fell back asleep. The next time I woke up Johnny was staring at me and looked like he was thinking hard about something. And speaking of hard his pecker was tenting his undies and I suddenly knew what it was he was thinking about.
I didn't really feel like getting fucked or having to clean us up so I pushed him onto his back and pulled his undies down and gave him a really good blow job. He was moaning and running his hands through my hair and then he grabbed on tight and forced his pecker down my throat and grunted and starting coming.
When I had all his cum swallowed down I licked him clean and pulled his undies back up and patted his pecker like a doggy.
"Want me to do you?" he whispered.
"Nope, Roger and helped each other out earlier when you were asleep."
"Oh..okay, goodnight."
"Goodnight," I said rolling into him and throwing my arm around his waist, "I love you."
"I love you too....lots," he said softly and then he leaned in and kissed me.
I had never felt as happy or as satisfied as I did at that moment and it didn't take me long to fall asleep.
A while later a noise woke me and I realized the wind had gotten up and was driving the rain into the side of the barn. Fortunately we'd closed the loft door or we'd have been drenched because the rain was really coming down now.
The thunder was louder now too, that kind that rolls on and on and then starts again, and I began to get a little scared. I was about to wake Johnny but apparently the thunder had already woke both him and Roger.
"Is it a tornado?" Roger asked wild eyed as he switched on the flashlight.
"I...I don't know, maybe we should go inside."
We got dressed quickly and even put on our shoes this time and climbed down out of the loft. Uncle Joe was just coming through the door as Roger touched the floor.
"Good, you guys are up. Come on, we're gonna go to the cellar till this blows over," uncle Joe said looking serious.
I knew my uncle was one of the strongest people I'd ever known and brave too and if he was worried then it must be serious. We practically ran to the cellar and he pulled open the heavy wooden door and he told the three of us to go first. He followed us down then closed the door and latched it and we sat down on the cement benches next to aunt Kathy and the baby.
The baby was sleeping soundly but aunt Kathy looked as worried as uncle Joe, "Are you boys okay?"
"Yes ma am," I said shaking from fear and the cold. We had gotten drenched on the way and now we were freezing.
She grabbed a blanket and draped it around the three of us boys and then she and uncle Joe shared one and we waited it out. The only light was from a battery powered lantern and it made the place look shadowy and creepy. It was cold and damp inside the cellar and I hoped the storm would be over soon and we could get dried off and maybe sleep inside.
We must've been in there about a half hour when uncle Joe decided to check on things outside. He got up and went up the stairs to the door and put his ear against it and listened for a minute before unlatching it and slowly pushing it open.
The rain had stopped and even from our seats in the cellar we could see the night sky was clear beyond the door. Uncle Joe stepped out then and called to us to come on up. We shed our blanket and helped my aunt and the baby out then we joined uncle Joe.
The night air was cool and damp, but the rain was long gone and as far as we could see there was no damage. The moon and stars shown brightly in the night sky and it was hard to believe anything had happened.
"Come on guys, we're gonna get you some dry things and then you're gonna sleep inside tonight," uncle Joe said putting an arm around me.
Well he didn't have to tell us twice. We rushed up to the loft and grabbed our stuff and ran back to the house and followed uncle Joe upstairs to the spare bedroom. There was only one bed, but it was pretty big and looked warm and soft and I was looking forward to sharing it with my buds.
"I know you guys don't mind sharing," uncle Joe chuckled, "I'll grab you some towels and you can dry off and change out of those wet things and get some sleep."
"Thanks uncle Joe," I smiling. I wondered what uncle Joe meant about us sharing, but I suppose it could have been innocent, after all he was a boy once too.
When he returned with the towels he found all three of had stripped down to our undies but he didn't act like it was a big deal though I swear he was looking at me a bit more than the others. Maybe he was curious about how much I'd grown. I mean us boys were curious about that stuff and I'd known uncle Joe all my life of course and he might wonder about me as much as I did about him.
He wished us goodnight and said he'd let us sleep late since we were up so late and we thanked him and stripped off our undies and dried off. We put clean dry undies on and piled into bed and even though it was a little crowded we didn't mind and were asleep in no time flat.
Morning dawned bright and clear and it was already hot by the time we struggled out of bed around 9 o'clock. We peed in the big bathroom across the hall and got dressed in cut offs and tees and went downstairs to see what was for breakfast.
"Well....I see you guys survived the night," uncle Joe said looking up from his coffee.
"Are you boys ready for some breakfast?" aunt Kathy asked from the kitchen.
"Yes ma am," I said grinning, "we're starved."
She laughed and started scrambling some eggs. There was already bacon and sausage cooked and pretty soon she had our plates on the table. There were biscuits and jelly to go with it and glasses of fresh cold milk and soon our tummies were full and we were ready for our next adventure.
"Do you need any help today?" I asked uncle Joe.
"No, you boys can just enjoy the rest of the day. This is Sunday and except for the things I have to do I take it easy on Sunday. I promised your momma I'd have you boys back in one piece tomorrow," he chuckled, "and I was afraid I'd failed last night when that storm hit. I don't want to worry you, but there was a tornado in it and it hit about three miles from here and tore up a barn and some fences."
"Really?" I said as my eye grew huge, "That's pretty close..right?"
"Too close for comfort," aunt Kathy said patting my arm, "but everything turned out okay."
"We lost a few tree limbs and a few of the vegetables got beat down by the hail but I managed to salvage as much as I could. I'll be sending some stuff home with you boys so it don't go to waste."
After breakfast uncle Joe got the tractor out of the barn and hitched a little wagon to it and took us for a ride out through the pastures. We eventually came to a the far fence and he drove along it checking for damage, but fortunately he didn't find any fence down.
He stopped after a while and had us come up one at a time and let us steer the tractor while sitting on the seat in front of him and that was so cool. He told us that next time we came out he'd stand behind us and let us drive it ourselves and well...if that wasn't a good reason to come back, I didn't know what was.
When we got back to the house uncle Joe went inside to visit with my aunt and the baby and us boys played in the barnyard, chasing the chickens and petting the goats and then we played war around the barn and in the loft.
We had a lot of fun that day and later my aunt and uncle joined us and we played some croquet again. Joe also had a badminton game and net when we got bored with the croquet we set it up and played doubles with uncle Joe and me against Roger and Johnny, but we didn't really care who won, we were just having fun.
Since we'd eaten breakfast so late we just had a snack around one o'clock because that night aunt Kathy was fixing fried chicken and all the fixings and we were saving ourselves. I guess we didn't think about the fact that the fried chickens came from their flock, but I guess that's just the way life on the farm is. Your raise you own food and you can't afford to get too attached to it....ha ha.
We rested a while after the badminton games and sit on the porch and talked to uncle Joe. Pretty soon aunt Kathy came out and she said my mom was on the phone. I jumped up and ran in and grabbed the phone and started rattling off all the cool things we'd done as she listened patiently then she laughed.
"I just wanted to check on you boys after the storm, but I can see you are all doing fine. Are you getting enough to eat?"
I told her about all the food we'd eaten so far and that we were having fried chicken for supper and she seemed satisfied that we weren't starving. We talked a little while longer then she put dad on and he told me to have a good time and that he missed me and I realized at that moment that I missed him and mom too.
They had me go get uncle Joe and mom talked to him for a while and when he came back he was grinning.
"Your mom says she's glad you're having fun, but that she can't wait to get you back home again," he laughed.
"Aww...I miss her too, but I'm having sooo much fun here. I hope I get to come back again before it gets too cold and stuff."
"Anytime you wanna come just let me know."
Supper was a huge success. Aunt Kathy's fried chicken was so yummy and the mashed potatoes and homemade gravy were perfect. We had corn on the cob and sliced tomatoes and cucumbers in some kind of sweet vinegar sauce and of course big fluffy biscuits with butter and honey. We washed it down with Mason jars of iced tea and for dessert aunt Kathy had made a peach-apple cobbler and she warmed it up and put a scoop of vanilla ice cream on it.
After we cleaned up we waddled out to the back porch and sat around feeling miserable and full, but that didn't last long. Pretty soon we were running around the back yard playing tag and hooping and hollering and when it got dark we moved closer to the back porch and played in the glow of the porch light.
Eventually we sat down on the back step to cool off and talked about our day and the storm and the tractor driving and all the rest. Uncle Joe joined in occasionally and told us some stories about him and his brothers and their buddies when they were growing up.
"One time we all went skinny dipping at Salty creek and this big ole craw daddy latched onto Walter Smith's balls and wouldn't let loose."
We were laughing too hard to ask any questions but he went on to tell how they had used a cigarette lighter to heat the craw daddy up and make him drop off and in the process how they had singed the kid's pubic hair. We howled with laughter then and I was glad aunt Kathy wasn't out there to hear that stuff.
Johnny was the one who first mentioned that he had his hair and uncle Joe looked at me curiously but he didn't ask what I knew was on his mind. I finally decided I would help him out and volunteer the information.
"I got a few hairs now too," I said blushing, "and I'd sure hate to have them singed off."
"Well, he did look funny for a while after that but they grew back thicker than before."
I wondered how he knew that. Did they see each other naked a lot? Did him and his buddies mess around like we did?
"He had the biggest pecker," uncle Joe laughed and I perked up and listened as he went on, "we used to call him ball bat, cause it was so big."
We all laughed and then Johnny said, "I got the biggest one of us three," and suddenly it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Johnny blushed and looked ready to run away, but fortunately uncle Joe knew just what to say.
"Good for you buddy, someday you'll make some girl very happy."
We all laughed again, me the hardest, cause right now I knew he was actually making a boy very happy with his big pecker.
Eventually aunt Kathy came out with the baby and we quit the sex talk and uncle Joe told us how he had missed being drafted because of his ears. I'd heard the story before, but it was still interesting. Uncle Joe had something wrong with his ears and was always getting ear infections and once his ear drums even burst, but they grow back and it had been a long time since he had an infection so he said he guessed he had outgrown it.
Around 9:30 or so Kathy went in to put the baby to bed and uncle Joe walked us to the barn and even came up with us. He sat down on a bale of hay and started telling us another story about him and his brother (my uncle) Jack. Uncle Jack was a couple of years older and tall and skinny and uncle Joe said they used to call him tree top. Once he said that him and uncle Jack had been skinny dipping (I guess they did that a lot) and got to wrestling around and Joe pushed Jack into a bunch of poison ivy and he got it all over his bottom and his balls.
Uncle Joe howled with laughter as he described how Jack had gone around scratching his balls for a week and gave him dirty looks every time he did. "So the lesson is....don't get around poison ivy if you're naked."
We were laughing too and Johnny grabbed himself and pretended his pecker was itching and we laughed harder. After that we shared our experiences at the campout at Salt creek and uncle Joe laughed really hard when we told him the one about the rabbit chasing us.
"Well, it's late guys and I need to get back to the old lady," he chuckled, "you guys have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't."
"Okay, uncle Joe. Thanks again for...everything. See ya in the morning."
Goodnight boys," he sighed, "sometimes I wish I was your age again and hanging out with my buddies. Don't be in too big a hurry to grow up guys, it will come soon enough."
Uncle Joe sounded sad when he said that I felt bad for him. I knew he loved my aunt and the baby, but I guess a guy still likes hanging with his buddies sometimes.
We peed out the loft door and stripped down to our undies and piled down on the hay bales and told stories and played 'what am I?' and then told dirty jokes until we were good and horny. This was our last night and we intended to make the most of it and if that meant staying up all night then that was what we were gonna do.
We started out slow wrestling around and playing grab ass then moved on to rubbing around on each other and stroking each other's peckers, but we didn't get too serious right then. We wanted this to last.
Eventually the undies came off and we twanged our boners and talked about sexy stuff till we were so hard and horny that we couldn't wait any longer. It was Johnny's idea that we suck each other at once and it took some doing to figure it out but eventually we figured it out. I was sucking Johnny and Roger was sucking me while Johnny sucked Roger.
It was awkward at first but eventually we got caught up in the heat of it and it was pretty exciting. Johnny came first then me then Roger and once we had all the sperm swallowed down and licked up we just laid there all tangled up while we rested.
Eventually we pulled apart and sat up and talked some more and had a can of pop while we got recharged for what came next. I guess we all three were thinking the same thing, but it was Johnny who brought it up first.
"Boy, it sure seems like you uncle Joe and his buddies did a lot of skinny dipping and checking each other out. I bet they sucked and stuff just like we do."
"Maybe even both your uncles," Roger added, "I mean brothers mess around a lot. I knew this one kid named Mark and he had an older brother named Don and they messed around all the time."
"Wow, I never thought about that," I said surprised at the idea, "I guess if I had a brother I'd do that stuff too."
"Sure you would, we all would. Instead I got a dumb cunt sister and she's a pain in the ass."
"Yeah, I know I would," Roger laughed, "I'd have a live in cock sucker."
"So all this talk has made me hard," Johnny said rubbing his boner, "ready for some more fun?"
"Oh my poor sore butt," I teased, "I guess I'm ready if you are."
Johnny wiggled his thick dark eyebrows comically and grabbed my hand and pulled me to him and kissed me on the lips, "I'll take it easy on ya tonight."
"That's okay, however you want to do it is fine with me," I said melting at his touch and kiss.
We kissed for a while and I wound up on my back with Johnny on top of me. We continued to kiss for a long time before Johnny pulled away and motioned for Roger to come closer, "Suck it and make it wet," Johnny ordered and I felt cold chills go up and down my body. He was in charge and we both knew it and that excited me in ways I couldn't understand.
Roger didn't waste a minute scampering over and slobbering on Johnny's hard pecker. Meanwhile I wet my finger in my mouth and worked them into my butthole to loosen it up a little. It didn't take much work now that we'd done it so many times but I wanted to make sure I was good and ready when Johnny was.
He finally pushed Roger away and moved up between my legs and grabbed a foot in each hand and pushed then up high exposing my butthole. He gave it a quick look to make sure it was slick enough then spit on his hand and wet his cock some more before placing the head against my hole.
Slowly he pushed until the head popped in then he stopped for a minute to let me get used to it before pushing a little further in. Inch by inch he pushed his hard pecker into me until I felt his soft pubic hair brush against my smooth butt.
He sighed and looked directly into my eyes then started moving slowly in and out. Occasionally he'd lean down and kiss me or nuzzle my neck as he rested inside me then he'd start up again and move slowly rubbing that place inside me that felt so good it almost ached. My pecker had stayed hard the whole time and when he'd lean down to kiss me it would rub his chest and it felt so good.
After a while he raised up a little higher and grabbed my legs and pushed them up a bit higher and began to fuck me faster. I knew from the way he was breathing and shaking that he wasn't going to last long. I started jacking my own pecker then hoping we could both come at that same time, but all that rubbing inside me pushed me over the edge first and as I began to spew my butthole tightened around his pecker and he cried out and thrust in deep then began to fill my poop chute up with his hot sperm.
My chest and stomach was covered in my sperm and it seemed like there was whole lot more of it this time. Roger had been watching form the side stroking his pecker but so far he hadn't come yet. Johnny sort of laid down on top of me and I could feel his cock still throbbing deep inside me. It felt good and having him on top of me felt good too. Johnny's face was buried in my neck and I could feel his soft warm breath and I felt so content. I never wanted this moment to end, but of course eventually Johnny went soft and slipped out and rolled off of me.
"That was good," he said throwing his arm across his eyes and moaning softly.
"Yeah, really good," I agreed.
"It looked like fun," Roger said stroking his pecker slowly.
"Need some help with that?" I said looking down at his pecker and grinning.
"Pleasssse.."
"Okay scoot over here," I said rising up on my knees.
As soon as he was on his back I pushed his legs apart and lowered my face to his pecker and licked it noisily. "Mmm...yummy," I said causing him to moan softly.
"Hey, what about me?" Johnny said rolling over and scooting closer, "I'll help," he said reaching down and rubbing Roger's balls.
"Oh yeah...that's good," Roger moaned.
"Watch this," Johnny said scooting down till he face was level with mine. Suddenly his tongue darted out and he licked Roger's cock head, "I'll lick one side and you lick the other."
I got the idea pretty quick and started licking the other side while we both held onto it. Roger was squirming and moaning and when I finally took him into my mouth Johnny went back to rubbing his balls and it didn't take long for him to come. I swallowed his cum down and licked him clean then fell down where I was and rested.
We talked some more and told some more jokes and dirty stories and after an hour or so we were getting hard again. This time we decided to do something different. We walked over to the loft door and peed first then I stood behind Roger and reached around and grabbed his pecker and jerked him off. His cum went flying out into the darkness and splattered onto the ground below.
Next Johnny jerked me off then Roger jerked Johnny off. It was kind of cool standing there in the open doorway in the cool air and shooting our cum onto the ground and when we were done we were pretty tired. We laid down and talked some more but eventually we fell asleep and didn't wake till morning.
Monday it was cloudy and we slept right through breakfast and had left over friend chicken and home made potato salad for lunch. Uncle Joe was already at work and after we got our stuff loaded my aunt drove us to my house. She went in to visit with my mom and show off the baby while we stayed outside and moped around. It was sad that the weekend was over, but we had had a good time and ended the summer with a bang.
All in all we couldn't complain, we'd had a great summer, one we would remember a long time and hopefully there would be more fun ahead. Eventually Aunt Kathy came out and we thanked her and said goodbye. I kissed my little cousin goodbye and he giggled and that made me happy.
Mom came out with her and when aunt Kathy was gone mom offered to drive Johnny and Roger home. This wasn't the first time Roger had ridden in the new car but I could tell he was still impressed by it and maybe a little jealous.
We dropped Roger off first and he looked like a whipped puppy as he climbed out. "Bye you guys, I had lots of fun. See ya later. Thanks for the ride Mrs. Warren."
"You're welcome Roger. I'm glad you had a good time."
Next we dropped Johnny off and I got out and walked him to his front porch. I didn't worry that mom would think that was weird cause Johnny and I had always been close and this was nothing new. We bumped around a little and finally we said goodbye and promised to see each other the next day if we could.
We waved to each other as we drove away and then it was just me and mom. She caught me up on what had been happening at home and I told her about our weekend and by the time we pulled into the drive I was glad to be home.
"I want you to go take a shower and put on some clean clothes young man. You smell like a dirty pup," she said as soon as we were in the front door.
I groaned but I really didn't mind and after I took a shower I put on my undies and laid down on my bed for a minute and the next thing I knew my dad was shaking me awake and I jumped up and hugged him. I didn't realize how much I'd missed him till that moment and I held onto him like a monkey on a banana.
"Well, I'm glad to see you too son. Mom says you had a good time, but I'm guessing you're happy to be home even if it is boring here compared to uncle Joe's," he chuckled.
"It was fun, but I'm glad to be home. I just wish school wasn't going to be starting so soon."
"Well, that's life kiddo, but once you get started back you'll be okay. You'll see all your old friends and have fun and then there's the Holidays coming up after that."
"Yeah, I guess but this has been a really good summer and I'm gonna miss all the fun."
"Why don't you get dressed? Supper is almost ready and mom fixed her famous meatloaf just for you."
"Yummy, I'll be right there," I said grabbing my clothes.
Dad went into help mom and by the time I got to the dining room mom was setting the food on the table. I chowed down on meatloaf and mashed potatoes while I talked a mile a minute about all the adventures I'd had at the farm.
"I'd have been scared to death if I'd know you were that close to a tornado," mom said clutching her chest.
"Awww mom we were in the storm cellar so we were safe."
"I know but what if uncle Joe hadn't come and got you?"
"It didn't hit the farm, so we wouldn't have been blown away."
Dad shared a story about his close encounter with a tornado when he was in high school and then he turned the conversation to other things and I was glad. I didn't want mom keeping me from going back to uncle Joe's just because she was afraid of a little old tornado.
For dessert mom had baked a chocolate cake and in white icing she had wrote Welcome Home Robert. I nearly cried when I saw that cake and I hugged my folks tight and thanked them. We ate cake and ice cream then dad and I went in to watch TV while mom cleaned up. I offered to help but mom said it was my day and that I should just relax.
She joined us after a while and sat down on the other side of me so I was in the middle. I leaned against her and smelled her sweet perfume and I felt so safe and happy that I was near tears again. I was 11 and I'd learned a lot that summer and did some things that kids our age would never do. I'd found my first love and discovered sex, but I was still a kid and I still needed my parents and I still needed to do all the things that a kid did.
Around nine thirty or so I was barely able to keep my eyes open and mom suggested I go to bed. I got up and stumbled to the bathroom and peed and brushed my teeth and then headed off to my room and stripped down to my undies and fell into bed.
Mom and dad came in a little later and tucked me in and kissed me goodnight and told me they were glad I was home.
"I'm glad too. Thanks for letting me go. I love you," I said sleepily.
"Love you too baby," mom said kissing my nose.
"Goodnight bud, love ya," dad said tousling my hair, "sleep tight."
I went to sleep that night thinking about my life and how happy I was. I knew I had it better than some kids, like Roger for instance, but up until that summer I don't think I knew just how good my life was. I had my friends and my family, food to eat and clothes to wear, and enough toys to keep me busy and I felt a little guilty. I knew Roger's life sucked but yet most of time he was a happy guy and always eager to hang out. He was funny and an all around nice kid despite his home life, and always there when we needed a pal.
Roger had been the one to introduce us to sex and because of that Johnny and I had discovered something even better...love. Yeah, I know it was only puppy love, but to us it was as strong and real as any love in history. I was glad we were able to help Roger escape from his home life, but once school began it would be harder to do that. I worried about him, but I was just a kid and I there wasn't anything I could except be his friend and be there for him when he needed a shoulder to cry on.
I didn't jack off that night like I usually did. It wasn't that I was too tired, I just didn't feel all that horny. Now that I was back home I was feeling more like a kid again and anyway without Johnny and Roger it just wasn't the same. I fell asleep that night hugging my pillow and thinking of Johnny and Roger and how much fun we'd had together and how happy they made me. There are few things better in life than good friends and I had the best.
School back then started after Labor Day, not like today when kids have to go back in August but we still weren't ready for summer to end. We'd had a picnic at the river that Saturday before the start of school and Johnny came with us, but Roger was out of town with his dad. It was sort of nice just having Johnny there, but I worried about Roger and it would turn out later that I had good reason to.
Johnny and I did some exploring along the riverbank and talked about what a great summer it had been, but we both knew when school started things would change and the fun times would be fewer and far between. We ate friend chicken and potato salad and for dessert mom brought cookies and fruit. We swigged down cans of pop and watched dad fish for a while then we packed up and headed home.
Johnny spent the night that night and we had sex a couple of times and after the last time we held onto each other desperately as if we were afraid someone would try to rip us apart. We kissed and cuddled and said I love you a lot that night and finally fell asleep.
Sunday we spent the day goofing off but it just didn't seem the same. It was like we had a black cloud hanging over our shoulders. Roger was still gone somewhere with his dad and that worried us a lot, but we tried not to let it ruin our day.
We tried to get our parents to let Johnny spend another night but Johnny's folks were going to visit some relatives on Labor day and he had to go with them. Around five that evening I rode Johnny home and we hung around outside for a long time before I finally left him and rode home.
I was quiet and moody but my parents didn't pester me about it and I wound up going to bed early. I could still smell Johnny on my bed sheets and pillow and it made me so lonesome for him that I actually cried my self to sleep.
School started on a dreary Tuesday morning with grey clouds hanging low in the sky adding to our already gloomy moods. It was good to see some of our other friends and of course Roger, and by lunch time we felt a little better about things.
At recess we hung out on the edge of the school yard and talked and Roger said that he and his dad had gone to see his grandma and that he had been bored, but at least his folks weren't together and fighting. He said the fighting had gotten worse and he felt sorry for his dad cause it was mostly his mom who was starting stuff.
He said she hated the state and the city and wanted to go back to California where her folks were and she blamed his dad for dragging her off to this hick town. Roger said his dad liked it here and so did he and that if his folks got a divorce he was definitely going to stay with his dad.
The rest of the day passed pretty fast and fortunately there was no homework the first day. Roger and I walked home with Johnny and hung out a little while then I walked Roger home and when I finally got home my mom met me at the door and I told her all about my first day.
The first day turned into the next and the next and pretty soon we got back into the swing of things. We hung out on the weekends and occasionally Johnny and I would sleep over at the other one's house but Roger never seemed to be able to.
For a week or so we barely saw Roger except at school but he didn't explain where he was spending his time or even talk about his folks or the fighting any more. Then one Friday just before Halloween Roger didn't show up for school. At first we thought he was sick or something but at lunch time we saw him and his mom coming up the walk and she went into the principals office and Roger walked over slowly to where we stood. I took one look at his face and I was worried. He looked like he'd been crying and when he came over he wiped at his eyes and looked at us sadly.
"You okay?"
"We're moving," he said stiffling a sob, "my mom kept after my dad till he finally gave in. We're moving back to California."
"Now?" I practically screamed.
He nodded, "My mom came to check me out of school. We're leaving as soon as she gets through."
"No way, that's crazy," Johnny whined, "You can't go....."
Roger shrugged, "I know. I wish they'd just get a divorce and me and my dad could just stay here."
We moved closer to Roger but we weren't quite touching. I really wanted to hug him and tell him it would be okay, but I didn't want to embarrass either of us. Instead I held out my hand and he took it slowly and we shook. As we stood there shaking hands I thought about all we'd been through the past year. We hadn't know each other long, but we'd hit it off from the first time we'd met and we'd become real and true friends. If a person was lucky they had maybe two or three really good friends in theri lifetime and I was lucky that Roger had been one of them.
"Will you write us?" Johnny asked looking ready to cry himself.
He nodded, "Yeah, I got Robert's address and I'll write him and he can send me your address....."
"God, I can't believe this," Johnny said hugging himself. It seemed like Johnny was taking it even harder than I was.
"I guess I should have seen this coming," Roger said lowly, "she's hated it ever since we moved here."
"Man, this is so lame," I said shaking my head, "I'm gonna miss you a lot," I added finally letting the tears fall.
Well that was all it took to get Johnny going and then Roger broke down and before it was all over we were hugging each other and bawling like a bunch of little kids while all the other kids looked at us like we were crazy. Eventually we wiped our eyes and noses and pulled apart and a few minutes later Roger's mom came out and walked over to where we stood staring at each other still sniffing back our tears.
"Come on Roger," she said giving us a nod, "we need to get going. Your dad should have the truck loaded by now. "
"Okay, well....see ya guys," he said trying to be strong.
"Be sure to write me....."
"I will....I..." he couldn't finish what he was about to say and as he walked away I felt like part of me was going with him.
We watched till he and his mom got in the car and drove away and that was the last time we ever saw Roger again. He'd been the spark that had ignited the fun we'd had that summer and now he was gone. I'd never lost anyone that close to be before and it hurt for a long time. Johnny and I both moped around for a long time after Roger left us, but eventually we got over it and we became closer.
I never knew what happened to Roger because he never wrote us and to this day I wonder if he eventually found happiness and other friends like us. That's one of the things that sucks about being a kid, you have no real control over your life and Roger was a victim of his parents' problems and whims.
We never tried to replace Roger and although we did find other friends to hang out with, none were ever as close as Roger had been. Roger had been an important part of our lives that summer when we were 11 and just discovering what life held for us. I never had friends like Johnny or Roger again, but there would be many others coming and going through my life as I grew up who made growing up easier.
That summer was the most amazing summer of my life and I nothing has ever came close to that wonderful and magical time we shared that year we were 11. Few people get the opportunity to live and love like we did and I will never forget Johnny and Roger and what we shared My 11th Summer.
This story is dedicated to Roger and Johnny and all the good friends out there that make growing up easier and more fun...and...
To Roger wherever you are, Thanks for being my friend and for teaching me a lot about life and love.
I wanted to make this a short coming of age story but somewhere along the way it snowballed into a ten part series. As the title implies this is a story of a certain summer when the boys were 11 years old. I am ending this story at that point, but if time and interest allow I will revisit our boys at a later time as they grow up. Thanks to all my readers for your feedback and inspiration. I hope I have done the story justice in the final part and welcome your opinions as always.
For those of you, like me, who grew up in that time era I hope you have enjoyed the trip down memory lane as much as I have. Life was simpler then and the kids of today will never know what it's like to have such freedom. We rode our bikes everywhere and we played outside all day long and there was no stranger danger. We didn't wear bike helmets or knee pads and we ate raw cake batter and we didn't die. It was a wonderful time to be a kid and if I could go back and live it all over again I'd do it in a heartbeat.
Thanks once again for your support over the years and I value your emails and your input. Please address all emails to kewl_dad1@hotmail.com I promise to answer all of them in a timely fashion.
11-9-16
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