I didn't see Roger or Johnny that Monday like we'd planned, in fact I didn't see either of them until Wednesday when Johnny came riding up on his bike with his ball glove hanging from his handlebars. On his back was the backpack he'd taken camping with him and a wooden ball bat stuck out of the top of it.
"Hey, wanna go play some ball? Roger and some of the guys are down at the park already."
"Okay, let me tell my mom and grab my glove. Do you have balls? I got one if we need it."
"I got two hanging between my legs," Johnny laughed and I blushed bright red but it was kind of exciting to think about, "You only got one...sorry to hear that. What happened to the other one?"
I groaned, "You know what I mean. Be right back."
I grabbed my glove and the only ball I'd managed to hang onto then found my mom out doing laundry in the garage and told her where I was going. She gave me the usual speech about being careful and told me to be home by 5 and then I was out the back door. My bike was on the back porch so I grabbed it and rode it around the side of the house and joined Johnny.
"So where you been all week?"
"My mom had a bunch of chores for me," I said sighing, "I had to clean out the garage and help her do some painting. What you been up to?" I asked as we rode off.
"Oh, not much. Me and that kid Ronnie hung out some. Man, that kid is weird. I went down to see if he wanted to come down to my house and he came to the door naked. His mom was gone and he said he couldn't leave the house but that I could come in.
So I went in and he took me to his room and we played with his cars and stuff and the whole time he was naked. I told him he should at least put on some underwear, but he said his mom didn't care if he went naked and he said I could get naked too if I wanted to."
"Man, that's weird," I said, but truthfully it was kind of exciting, "So...did you?"
"What? No way. I was afraid his mom would come home and see my pecker and get so turned on she'd rape me," he laughed.
"Riiiight," I said rolling my eyes.
"Anyway he kept touching himself and his weenie got hard and he asked me if mine ever got hard and I said yeah, that it was normal and he seemed happy to hear that. I guess since he don't have a dad to ask stuff like that he was worried about it. I feel sorry for the little shrimp."
"So, what else did you guys do?"
"Oh nothing really. I didn't stay that long. I left before his mom got home, but later he came down to my house and we played in the hose."
"Was he still naked?" I teased.
"No, but all he had on was those little shorts he wore that day you were over."
I felt my pecker go hard and I thought about how his little dinker had looked in those shorts once they got wet. I wondered if there was more that Johnny wasn't telling me, but I didn't know how to ask without weirding him out.
When we got to the park Roger came running up and he walked over with us to where the other kids were tossing the ball around. There were four other guys, all kids we went to school with plus one I'd never seen before. It turned out he as one of the boy's cousins and his name was Ricky. He was dark haired and had big brown eyes and was sort of small, but strong looking and I found out later he played a lot of sports. I was beginning to notice other boys now, I mean in a whole different way, and Ricky was pretty cute. I wondered if he had hair down below and if he could shoot yet, things like that but I guess that was just natural curiosity.
We talked for a while then split up into two teams of four, with Roger and Johnny and Ricky on my team. I was glad Ricky wound up on our team cause I was starting to really like him. He was sort of shy at first, but as we got to know him he was actually pretty funny.
It wasn't a real game of course, but we had fun anyway taking our turn at pitching and batting, and fielding. The whole idea was to have fun and get some practice in for when we got up a real game and no one really kept score or worried about winning or losing.
After a while we decided to take a break and get a drink at the fountain by the bathroom. As we took turns at the fountain I watched the other boys and I noticed how different each one was. I watched as they bent over and noticed how their shorts fit their behinds and I began to get a little hard.
"I gotta go pee," I was hoping that by peeing I could get my pecker under control, but what happened next only made it worse.
"Yeah, me too," Ricky said grinning, "is the bathroom open?"
"It's always open," I said, "there's no door, just that block wall to hid the opening. Come on, I'll show ya."
I was surprised no one else seemed to need to pee, but at that moment it was just Ricky and me. The bathroom was sort of dark inside with only a small window at the top of one wall, but our eyes adjusted quickly. Along one wall was a short urinal trough just big enough for two or three guys and next to it a sink and lastly a wooden walled stall with a toilet.
It smelled like piss and shit and something else I couldn't quite identify, but that was what bathrooms smelled like back then and it really didn't bother me. Ricky looked around curiously then walked over to the urinal and I followed him.
By the time I got unzipped he was already pulling out his pecker and from the corner of my eye I gave it a look. It was small and circumsized and a shade darker than the rest of his body. It was a cute little pecker and I liked how it looked and I was so busy looking at it that I didn't notice Ricky was checking me out too.
"You got skin...on your wiener," Ricky said sounding amazed, "My cousin Larry has skin on his wiener too. How come you got skin and I don't?"
I explained as best I could, I really didn't understand it myself, but I did know that my dad was uncut and that he had insisted I stay that way too. I didn't really see why anyone would want to cut a boys wiener skin off but I knew that some boys were cut and though their peckers looked different they seemed to work just fine.
We zipped up after a while and joined the others but I couldn't get the image of Ricky's pecker out of my mind. I wondered what he looked like naked and my pecker began to get hard again.
"What did you guys do in there?" Johnny laughed when we were alone.
"Talked about wieners," I teased, "he wanted to know why mine had skin and his didn't."
"Is that all?" Johnny smirked, "sure you didn't jack each other off?"
"Naw, is that what you and Ronnie did?" I suddenly blurted out.
Johnny turned bright red and I knew I was onto something, but I didn't want to make him mad or mess things up.
"Just kidding, I know he's too young to do that stuff."
"Maybe, maybe not," Johnny muttered, "how old were you when you started doin it?"
"Well....I remember rubbing on stuff when I was little, like six or something, but I didn't learn how to do it right till just last year."
"Ronnie's a weird little kid. I think he plays with himself all the time."
"Not so weird, we do it too," I reminded him.
Johnny laughed, then suddenly changed the subject, "Yeah. Hey wanna see if you can spend the night Saturday?"
"Sure, I bet I can.....maybe Friday too...is you want me to."
"Yeah, okay...that's good. Hey, we could even camp out in the backyard if you want."
"Maybe one night, but not both. I like a soft bed instead of the ground."
"Okay, right...yeah, but don't mention this to Roger...okay?"
I wondered why he wanted to keep it a secret from Roger but I agreed it was just between us two. In a way I was glad cause I really wanted Johnny all to myself anyway.
We went back to playing after a while but eventually the boys began to leave one by one until all that was left was the three of us. We were tired of playing ball so we decided to ride our bikes over to the railroad tracks and goof around.
"Anyone got any money?" Johnny said as we rode along side by side.
"Not me, my mom says I spent enough money on the campout."
"Me either, my dad says he's broke," Roger sighed, "but not to broke to buy beer."
From the way Roger talked I guess both his mom and his dad drank beer, but I'd never seen them drunk or seen any beer the few times I'd been there. My folks never drunk as far as I knew, but Johnny said his dad drunk beer when they went fishing or camping.
"Too bad, I'd kill for a pop."
"We could stop by my house and get some Kool-Ade."
"I guess that's better than nothing. What flavor?"
"Ummm...strawberry or cherry.....I forget."
My house was right on the way to the tracks and when we pulled up out front and threw our bikes down I led the boys in through the kitchen door yelling to let my mom know we were there. She was in the kitchen washing up some dishes and when she saw us she wiped her hands on her apron before she spoke.
"Hi boys. Let me guess, you're either hungry or thirsty," she laughed.
"We're thirsty. Can we have some Kool-Ade?"
"Yes, dear, here let me get you some glasses. For us boys mom had bought a set of colored aluminum glasses so she wouldn't have to worry about us breaking them. After digging out some ice from the freezer she filled each of the glasses with Kool-Ade and sat them on the table. I grabbed my usual blue one and Johnny grabbed the green one leaving the pink one for Roger.
The Kool-Ade was sweet and cold and it felt good going down but what was Kool-Ade without cookies? I guess mom could read my mind cause next she pulled down the cookie jar and dug out three big homemade Ranger cookies.
"Here boys, I guess one cookie won't spoil your dinner."
I could never understand why adults always worried about spoiling our dinner. Heck, I could eat cookies all day and still want my supper.
"Why don't you boys take your cookies and drinks outside and eat them in the shade. I was just going to mop the floor. Just leave your glasses on the back porch when you're done."
I knew that was just her way of getting rid of us, but we didn't mind. Three boys was too much even for my mom to deal with at one time. We parked ourselves under the shade of a big old elm tree that grew in our backyard. Above us was my treehouse which was a work in progress. I'd first started building with my dad's help when I was like 8 or 9 and me and my friends had been working on it ever since.
The platform it was built on was maybe six foot by eight foot and suspended on one end by a flat braided strap that we'd found laying near the railroad tracks one time. The treehouse was enclosed now, but the cardboard walls had to be replaces sometimes if it rained to much. To get inside you had to climb up one side of the tree and then step sort of crawl into the door on the corner suspended by the rope. Since the roof was only about five feet high we couldn't stand up in it since we'd grown, but it was still a fun place to be.
"We should spend the night in the treehouse sometime."
"Yeah, that'd be cool," Roger said, "Have you guys ever done that?"
"Naw, but that's a good idea. I guess me and Johnny just never thought of it before."
"What can we do now?" It was Johnny again, but he was speaking for all three of us.
"I dunno, wanna play war?"
"What's war?"Roger asked looking puzzled. As the new guy in our group he still had a lot to learn.
"You know, War! We fight the Japs and stuff. We can be like part of a platoon and go find the enemy and blow them up."
"Yeah, we just need to find some weapons," I added excitedly. After all we were 11 year old boys, and we still liked to play.
We found sticks for guns and rocks for grenades and after parking our glasses on the back porch we went hunting for the enemy. Our search took us out of my backyard and down the alley to Mrs. Myers back fence which was surrounded by a six foot hedge.
Sneaking sideways we edge up the gate and then went low.
"Shhh...there may be snipers," Johnny said. He always liked to be the platoon leader and I was always a good soldier and I guess Roger followed my lead.
"Yes sir, should I lob a grenade over there just to make sure?"
"Not yet....weapons at ready."
"I sat with my back to the hedge and looked over at Roger who was grinning widely. The sun was warm on my face and I was with my two best friends in the whole world. How could life get any better.
We played War for a while but eventually we got bored and headed on over to the tracks like we'd first planned. We got there just in time to see train headed our way and we took our place beside the tracks and as soon as the engine passed we picked up a handful of rocks and waited for the first open boxcar.
As I let loose with my first rock I got the surprise of my life. Standing in the door of the boxcar was a guy dressed in dirty jeans and a flannel shirt. Fortunately my rock only hit the side of the car and not the bum, but it still scared the bejeezers out of me.
"Did you see that bum?" I yelled to Johnny who was right next to me.
"Yeah, you shoulda nailed him," he laughed.
After the train passed and we waved at the guy in the caboose we ran out to the tracks and felt the hot rails like we always did. Afterwards we walked over to the depot and got a cold drink of water.
"Let's walk down to the gin mill," I suggested and of course as I said that I remembered the last time I'd been there and that kid Gerald.
We walked slowly to the mill talking about the campout and how much fun we'd had, but none of us mentioned any of the sex stuff. I was feeling a little worried that the other two might be having second thoughts about it, but as for me....I liked what we'd done and I wanted more, especially with Johnny. I was hoping that the sleepover at his house this weekend was going to be fun in more ways than one.
As we crossed the lot we had to slow down to make it through the overgrown grass and weeds but once we were around the side of the building the going got easier. I went through the partially hidden door first followed by Johnny then Roger bringing up the rear.
Once our eyes became adjusted to the darkness of the interior we looked around as if it was all new to us. Roger had only been there one other time, but Johnny and I had been going there since we were little kids. I remember once we had to pee and we climbed up on the bar and hosed down a bale of hay below us as we crossed streams and checked each other's equipment out.
Back then neither of us knew much about sex or our bodies. A year or so later I discovered that it felt good to rub my little pecker on things and that became an obsession, but I never really thought about other boys or for that matter anything except how good it felt.
As if reading my mind Johnny suddenly pulled out his pecker and began to piss right there in front of us, "Oh man that Kool-Ade made me have to piss like a race horse."
Roger took one look and pulled his pecker out and when his stream began he crossed streams with Johnny just like Johnny and I had done so long ago. Not to be left out I hauled my pecker out and joined in.
My eyes were glued to Johnny's pecker the whole time and I was disappointed when he finally shook the last few drops off and started putting it away. But suddenly before he could get it stowed away Roger reached over and grabbed it.
"Hey, what're you doing you queer?" Johnny laughed, but he wasn't making much effort to pull away.
I saw this as a golden opportunity to start some stuff myself so I reached over and grabbed Roger's pecker which had just been dangling there like a worm luring a fish. Roger didn't flinch at all, instead he just grinned at me and started squeezing Johnny's pecker until it was totally hard.
Roger had gone hard instantly and I suddenly realized I was hard too. Suddenly Johnny spun around but Roger managed to keep a grip on his pecker even as Johnny reached out and grabbed mine. The feeling was so good that I moaned lowly and was sure I would come at any moment.
"We sure are turnin into a bunch of queers," Johnny laughed, "but it sure is fun."
"Aint queer, we're just practicing," I said for the hundredth time, but I knew it wasn't practice for me...it was the real thing.
"Yeah, practicing," Roger said as he slowly began to work the loose skin on Johnny's pecker.
"Oh yeah, practice all you want," Johnny said dreamily while at the same time he was working my pecker as good as Roger was working his.
I started working on Roger's but I have to admit since he was cut it was a little more difficult than working my own or Johnny's. Fortunately he had enough skin to make it work once I figured it out.
So there we stood three horny boys jerking each other's cock when we suddenly heard an engine outside then the sound of someone unlocking the padlock on the big roll up door.
Boy you never seen three peckers go soft so fast as we stuffed them back into our shorts and hightailed it to the door. We had just made it through when we heard the big door start to roll back. We waited a few minutes then snuck out to the road and headed in the opposite direction until we were sure no one had seen us.
We were laughing our asses off now, "Boy that was close," Johnny said between fits of laughter, "can you imagine what would have happened if some guy had caught us jacking each other off?"
"Might've wanted to join us," Roger laughed.
"Or cornhole us," Johnny added, "especially Roger. He has a big ass and I hear guys like big asses."
"Shut up asshole," Roger said, but he was laughing. It took a lot to piss Roger off and he was used to Johnny by now.
"Let's head back to my house," I said still shaking from nearly getting caught.
We turned at the next block and headed back toward my house and by the time we got there it was pushing 4:30 and Johnny and Roger decided to head on home. We lingered at the front gate and promised to get together tomorrow, but we knew it wasn't really up to us. We were kids and subject to the whims of our parents, but sometimes things worked out.
I sat on the front porch and waited for my dad and when he drove up I ran out to walk with him to the house.
"How was your day son?" he asked rustling my hair, like he always did. He may not have been much of a hugger, but he sure did like touching my hair.
"Good, we played some ball and went walking on the tracks. Mom gave us Kool-Ade and cookies," I said grinning.
"Good old mom," he laughed, "any idea what good old mom has cooked up for supper?"
"No sir," I said grinning, "She ran us off before I could ask."
Dad laughed and as we stepped through the front door mom was there waiting for us. Mom leaned in and gave dad a little kiss on the cheek and I looked away. I guess like most kids I was a little embarrassed when my folks showed affection for one another, but at least I'd never caught them having sex. I'm not sure I would have ever recovered from that.
"Dinner is almost ready. I baked a ham and made some candied yams. If you want to shower first I'll keep it warm."
"Thanks dear, I could use a shower. I stink," dad said raising his arm and sniffing his pit and making a face.
We all laughed and dad went off to shower while I hung around the kitchen with mom. I heard the shower running and about ten minutes later I heard dad yelling for my mom.
"Dear there are no towels in here," he said loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
"Oh shoot. I forgot I gathered up all the towels and washed them. Robert go grab you father a towel out of the linen closet and take it to him.
When I didn't start moving right away my mom gave me a stern look and said, "Well, go on. What are you waiting for? Your father needs a towel." then she yelled, "I'm sending one with Robert. Sorry, I forgot to put the cleans one back in there."
I took off then and by the time I got to the linen closet my heart was beating ninety miles an hour. Why was I so nervous? I'd just go to the door and hand the towel through the crack and be on my way. It wasn't like I'd have to see him naked or anything, but wasn't that what I'd been wanting ever since Johnny and Roger said they'd seen their fathers naked?
"Uh dad, it's me...uh Robert...I uh got your towel," I said as I knocked gently on the door.
"Come on in son, I'm shaving," my father sounded strange and when I opened the door and slowly walked in I saw why.
His face was covered in shaving cream and I guess he had to be careful not to get it in his mouth. I tried not to stare as I entered, but I suddenly realized this might be my only chance to ever see my father naked. Now before you go thinking that I was a little pervert or anything, there was nothing sexual about it. I guess it was just boyish curiosity or something. I wondered if I'd look like him when I was his age, that sort of thing.
Of course I knew he was circumsized, we'd discussed that before, but until that night I could never remember ever seeing my father's pecker.
The towel was still in my hand and I just stood there looking at my naked father's backside as if I was in a trance. I was in such a fog that I almost missed what my father said next.
"Robert..son, can I have the towel?" my father said sounding amused.
As he spoke he turned slowly and suddenly I was looking at his front side, pecker and all. I knew he was uncut, but knowing and seeing was two entirely different things. Not one was his pecker much larger than mine but his foreskin was longer and hung down off the end of his pecker looking like a nozzle or something. He had lots of dark hair around his pecker and balls and his legs were hairy too, but surprisingly his chest was as smooth as mine.
My dad worked hard and his body showed it. As far as I could see he didn't have an inch of fat on him and though he wasn't muscled like the guys in those muscle mags, his arms looked strong and his muscles sort of rippled beneath the skin. His stomach was flat and smooth like his chest except for a little trail of hair that ran from his belly button to his pubes below and for some reason I thought that was the neatest thing I'd ever seen and I hoped someday I'd have one just like that.
"Son, are you okay?"
"What, oh yeah...fine...sooory, here's the towel," I said finally locking eyes with my father who appeared to be smiling beneath the shaving cream.
My father shook his head as if he thought I was the silliest kid he'd ever seen, but I think he must've figure out what was really going on.
"Well, if you've seen all you need to see, why don't you go wash your hands and help mom set the table. I'll be there in a minute."
I backed out of the door slowly and the last thing I remembered was my dad's firm muscled backside, then I closed the door and walked back to the kitchen.
I was quiet all through dinner, and when it came time to clean up and do the dishes mom shooed us out and told us to go watch TV or something. I wanted to go to my room and hide, but my father had other ideas.
"Hey Robert come go with me. I need to go to the drug store and grab some razor blades. I used the last one tonight."
I wanted to say no, but my dad and I hardly ever did anything together and I hated to pass up the chance.
In the car I fiddled with the radio until I found some music I liked but after a while my dad reached over and turned it off and I knew we were about to have a talk.
"Son, is there something you want to talk to me about?"
"Uh, no sir...." I said feeling sick at my stomach.
My dad just laughed, "Is it about seeing me naked tonight?"
"Uh...no sir, sort of I guess. I'm really sorry," I said ready to cry, "I just....I wanted to know what I might look like when I'm older. That's all....I'm really sorry. I didn't want to come in, but you told me to..."
My dad smiled, "Robert..son, we're both guys and we both have the same equipment. There's nothing to be sorry about. But...I am curious, did I look okay?"
I smiled then, "Yes, sir. I'd be proud to look like that when I get older."
"Well, good. I'm glad we got that settled. Why don't I buy you a milkshake when we get to the drugstore?"
So that was that. All that worrying for nothing and after that day we were both pretty comfortable around each other when we were undressed. I mean it's not like we went out of our way to see each other, but when we did we didn't get all weird about it. I guess it was just part of growing up and accepting things, but I think it was as important to my dad as it was to me. To this day I can still see him standing there in all his glory and though he has been dead for over ten years now, he will always live on in my childhood memories.
Life goes on as they say and I don't want to give you the impression that all I thought about was sex back then, even if lately it had begun to seem that way. I still had my regular interests and chores to do and one of those chores was mowing lawns. I had four regular customers and I averaged mowing at least two of them a week throughout the summer. My pay varied by customer and the size of their lawn but the money was all mine. My folks encouraged me to save as much of it possible and so far I'd saved 5 bucks and the summer was just starting.
The sun was already up and hot when I headed off to Mrs. Fielding to mow her lawn that day. She was a nice old lady with a yard full of flowers and I had to be careful not to mow them down and I only charged her 1.50 cause my mom said she was a widow woman and didn't have much money. I didn't mind charging her less cause she always brought me lemonade and cookies or something good like that when I finished the lawn.
That day when I got there I got a big surprise. There was a car parked in front of the house and I noticed it had Kansas tags. I knew she had grown up children because she sometimes talked about them, but I'd never actually met any of them till that day.
When I knocked on her door a boy about my age opened it and smiled and yelled back into the house, "Grandma, there's a boy at the door."
While we waited for Mrs. Fielding I looked the kid over. He was about my height with dark hair and big brown eyes and a smile that made me feel all funny inside. I know I was only 11 but I was starting to notice other boys and starting to figure out that I liked them like most boys like girls and well....this kid was so cute it almost hurt.
"I'm Ricky," the kid said giving me a big smile. My grandma lives here and we're visiting form Kansas. Do you live in this neighborhood?"
I told him where I lived pointing down the street and he craned his neck to look out the door as if he could see my house from there and it was so cute.
Mrs. Fielding finally made it to the door then and I could tell she was in a really good mood that day, "Ricky sweetie this is Robert the boy who mows my lawn. Why don't you come in Robert and meet my son and his family."
I was sort of shy, but at that moment I would have done anything to be anywhere near Ricky. When I got inside there was a man and a woman and a young girl sitting on the couch. I could sure tell that the man was Ricky's dad cause they looked so much alike, but the girl looked more like the mom which wasn't a bad thing cause they were both sort of pretty too.
They seemed really friendly for grownups and Ricky's mom said that maybe we could play together since Ricky didn't know any kids there and they'd be staying for a week. I thought that was a great idea and I even agreed to hang around after I finished mowing the lawn.
When I finally managed to pull myself away Ricky followed me out to the yard and we talked some before I started mowing the yard. I loved the sound of his voice and he was so interesting to talk to. His dad was in the Air Force and he'd lived in all kind of cool places including Japan, but right now they were living in Kansas. I couldn't wait to find out more.
The whole time I was mowing the lawn Ricky was hanging around sort of helping me. He'd hold up the dropping flowers so I didn't have to worry about running over them and when I was almost done he came up behind me and laid his hand on my shoulder and leaned in and shouted in my ear.
"I'll be right back."
I nodded and watched as he ran off toward the house and when he came back he had two tall glasses of Lemonade and some cookies wrapped in wax paper. As soon as I finished mowing the last strip and killed the mower he came running over smiling that cute smile and handed me a glass and offered me a cookie.
"My grandma makes good cookies," he said biting into one of the cookies and smiling around it. God he was cute when he smiled.
"Thanks, I know...she always gives me lemonade and cookies when I mow her lawn, she's a really nice lady."
"Yeah, I don't get to see her much, but I love coming to her house. I just wish I knew some kids here, but now I do," he said grinning, "I hope we can be friends."
"I hope so too," I said grinning back, "do you think your folks would let you come over to my house. I have a cool treehouse and a clubhouse."
"I bet they will, let me go ask em."
He sounded really excited and then he ran off again but he was only gone a few minutes and when he came back he was smiling even wider than before.
"They said yes, wanna go now?"
So we finished off our lemonade and we went to thank his grandma and to tell them we were going. His mom gave him the usual mom speech, be good, be careful...blah blah blah and we both laughed. Moms, you had to love em.
As we walked along the road Ricky moved up beside me and helped push the mower to my house. It gave me a chance to be closer to him and I could smell his boy scent and it was great. Even back then I had begun to notice that everyone had their own unique scent and to this day scents are a big part of what turns me on.
When we got to my house I introduced Ricky to my mom and of course she offered us Kool-Ade and cookies, and she seemed surprised when we turned them down. I explained that Ricky's granny had given us something to drink and some cookies and she said that maybe later we'd be hungry.
I showed Ricky my room and I don't know if he was just being polite or something but he said it was really neat and that he hardly ever got to stay in one place long enough to fix up his room. I felt sort of sorry for him then, even if I did think it was cool that he got to see places I'd never get to see.
Next I showed him the clubhouse and he got all excited by that too, and when I took him up to the treehouse he was smiling so big I thought his face would split open or something.
"Wow, this is so cool. Do you ever sleep up here, cause I would if I had a cool place like this."
"Not yet, but me and my friends Johnny and Roger talked about doin it before the summer is over."
Then I told him about the camping trip, leaving out all the sexy stuff, and he seemed really interested that I even told him about the skinny dipping.
"You guys swam naked," he said covering his mouth and giggling, "I wish I'd been there."
I was thinking the same thing, cause I was curious about what was beneath his jean shorts and tee shirt. Maybe sex didn't rule my life yet, but I was still curious as heck about things like that.
"What time do you have to be home?"
"My mom says when your folks get tired of me to just send me home," he said smiling.
"Then you might stay all night," I teased.
"Okay," he said simply and my heart sort of jumped a beat.
"I was just kidding," I stammered, "but it would be cool if you could."
"Maybe tomorrow night I could. I bet my folks would let me cause it's sort of crowded at grandma's. Would your folks care?"
"Naw, my folks are cool with that stuff. My friend Johnny spends the night sometimes and my friend Roger spent the night once. See he's a new friend and I haven't known him that long."
"And now you got another new friend, right?"
"Yeah, I said leaning back on my arms and looking him in the eye. He smiled and leaned back like me and for a minute we just sat there and didn't say anything.
Then suddenly he looked at me real serious and said, "What's it like to swim with no clothes on? Does it tickle your thing?"
I blushed but I couldn't help but smile. Little did he know that the only tickling of our things was done by each other.
"It feels good. At first I was sort of nervous....you now being naked and all, but these were my two best friends and after all we all got the same stuff. After a while it just seemed natural like, you know the way we were born. Of course we couldn't do that with adults around, they'd go crazy," I laughed.
"I wish I'd been visiting then and I could have gone. Are you gonna go back?"
"Maybe later, before the summer is over, but not while you're here...sorry."
"It's okay," he sighed, "what else can we do?"
I wanted to say something like take our clothes off here, but that was crazy. Not every boy was as interested in that stuff as me and I knew it.
"I dunno, wanna walk over to the railroad tracks and see if a train's coming?"
"Okay, is it far?"
"Naw just a block away. Come on I'll show ya."
There was no train, but we did get a drink at the depot water fountain and I showed Ricky around the loading platform and we finally sat down on the shady side and hung our legs off and talked some more. He told me all about Japan and California and Georgia and some other places he'd lived. He said that they always lived on base and that the only kids were military kids like him and every time he made friends they'd move again and he'd have to start all over.
I really felt sorry for him and suddenly before I thought about it I laid my hand on his arm and patted it gently.
"Well, I know we just met and all, but I'm your friend now and anytime you come to visit your grandma we can hang out."
He smiled at me then and my insides felt all gooey and I felt hot like I had a fever. "We could write each other....if you want," he said sounding excited then shy all of a sudden.
"Well..yeah, we could do that. It would be neat to get mail from all the cool places you live in."
"Okay, then before I leave be sure to give me your name and stuff and I'll write you as soon as we get home."
"Come on, I want to show you something cool."
I led Ricky up the tracks and to the gin mill and you'd have thought I'd taken him to the circus or something. He just went crazy once we got inside the big building, looking around everywhere and talking so fast I could barely understand him.
"What do you guys do in here?" he asked as if he already knew and my red face didn't help any as I thought about what the three of us had done last time we were there.
"Well, just hang out mostly. We peed over there," I said before I could stop my runaway mouth.
"I gotta pee, how bout you. Let's pee...want to?"
Actually I really did need to pee and I thought it might be a chance to get a peek at Ricky's pecker so I showed him where we'd taken a piss and he unzipped and pulled out the cutest little pecker I'd ever seen. It was cut like Roger's but that was the only thing the two had in common. Where Roger's was fat, Ricky's was slender and so pink and pretty that I wanted to just stare at it all day.
As I watched the pee coming out of the slit I thought it looked like a little fountain. I wished I could see his balls too, but all I got was a look at his pecker and for now that would have to be enough. I was so busy looking at his pretty pecker that I hadn't noticed he was looking at mine too.
"Hey, you got skin. That's neat. My dad has skin like that, but they had mine cut off when I was a baby. Is it fun to have skin on it?"
"Yeah, I think so. My friend Johnny is like me and my friend Roger is like you, and I like both, but I'm glad mine has skin."
"Wow, I like how it covers the end of it. I wish mine had skin like yours."
We'd long since finished peeing but neither of us was in any hurry to zip up. We were too busy admiring each other's peckers to do that. As we stood there talking two things began to happen, our peckers began to get hard, and our breathing got faster.
Ricky was first to mention it. He sort of laughed then said, "Does yours get hard all the time like mine does?"
I nodded, "Yeah, ever since I turned 11," I laughed.
"Yeah, mine's been doing it since I was ten I think." He was quiet for a minute then he looked over at me and sort of smiled, "Do you....you know, play with it?"
"Do you?" I replied not wanting to be the first to admit it for some reason.
He nodded, "Yeah, it feels good."
"Yeah, I do it too. All my friends do it....I guess."
"It's natural, that's what my dad says. He caught me once and had a talk with me and he said all boys do it and it's not bad, but it's a private thing and to do it when I was alone and not let anyone see me do it. I was ten then."
"Wow, your dad told you that? Cool. My dad is pretty cool but he never talked to me about that stuff."
"Wanna do it now?" Ricky asked looking flushed and nervous.
I nodded, "If you do, I guess it would be okay."
"Okay, let's do it then."
I didn't know if Ricky could shoot yet, but the way he was working that pretty little pecker it must've been feeling good. It didn't take us boys long to come back then, but it was like we wanted it to last and we slowed down some as we stared at each other's pecker.
His had gotten bigger as it got harder and I could see that it was about the same length as mine but not quite as thick. It was straight as an arrow and the head was tapered and not fat like Roger's which looked more like a mushroom or something.
"Do you have hair yet?" Ricky asked sounding breathless.
"Naw, not yet...but I can shoot sperm."
"I don't got hair or shoot yet," he said sounding sad, "but, it still fells good. Hey,wanna pull our pants down and show all of us?" he added sounding excited.
Boy did I ever? I really wanted to see his balls even though I really didn't understand it at the moment. I nodded and we pushed our shorts on down our legs and I could see right away that his legs were a lot stronger looking than mine. I found out later that he played football sometimes and liked to run and swim and he had the kind of body that was lean, yet muscular.
He bent down a little when my shorts dropped and for one heart stopping moment I thought he was going to suck me or something, but I guess he was just trying to get a better look.
"It's nice," he said looking up at me and grinning.
"So's yours," I muttered, sort of feeling self-conscious all of a sudden.
"I wonder what the skin feels like?" he muttered almost to himself.
"Uh, you can feel it if you want," I said turning red-faced and feeling faint.
He straightened up and looked me right in the eye and smiled, "Really?" and then he reached over and wrapped his small soft hand around my pecker and my knees went weak.
"Can...can I touch yours too?" I stuttered.
"Well, yeah....that's fair," he said sounding really happy.
So I reached over and wrapped my hand around his slender pretty little pecker and sighed. I was finding out that every pecker felt different, some were fat, some were slender, some were long, some were short, but one thing was sure...I liked them all. Except maybe I liked Johnny's a little better than all the ones I'd handled so far in life, but Ricky's came pretty close.
Ricky got the hang of jacking a skinned wiener pretty quick I knew I wasn't going to last long. Plus feeling his pecker was giving me goosebumps. I stared down at his balls and they looked small compared to mine but I had this crazy urge to reach down and feel them. So far everything had gone okay, so I finally worked up enough courage and when I did, he sort of spread his legs a little and drew in a sharp breath. His nut sack was soft and smooth and his balls felt like two little grapes as I rolled them around with my fingers.
He let out a sort of uh sound and I smiled, then he reached down with his other hand and started rubbing my nuts too. Well, that was all it took. I was barely able to squeak out a warning before my pecker began to shoot out a long thin rope of sperm.
"Wow," Ricky said opening his mouth wide with surprise, "that was amazing."
He continued to milk two more squirts out of my pecker then it just oozed a little and he pulled his hand away just as he tensed up and cried out, having a dry orgasm in my hand. I could feel his pecker throb as he pushed my hand away and finished rubbing the last of it out.
"Uh...good..huh?" he said sounding far away.
"Real good," I said wiping the left over sperm off my pecker and then on my shorts. There wasn't much and it was thin so I didn't think anyone would notice the little bit of wetness there.
I pulled up my underwear and shorts as Ricky just stood there a minute rubbing his pecker some more. I was felling a little guilty at first but as I watched Ricky rubbing his pecker I began to get a little excited again. It never occurred to me that Ricky was doing it all over again, but that's exactly what he was doing.
Now I'd done it as many as three times in a row before, after I'd rested a bit, but I guess Ricky didn't have to rest. Pretty soon he was going at it again and I felt my pecker go hard again. I didn't really want to jack off again, but I sure didn't mind watching Ricky do it and suddenly I reached down and grabbed his balls again and he shuddered a little then grunted as he orgasmed again.
"Awww...good one," he said as his knees buckled a little and he closed his eyes and smiled.
Boy Ricky sure liked playing with his pecker and I just knew we were gonna be real good friends.
He finally pulled up his clothes and we walked back to my house. We didn't talk about what had just happened, but we both knew it was important and special. For the next 6 or 7 years Ricky I would continue to be friends, writing each other as often as twice a month and getting together every time his folks visited his grandma for more fun like what we'd done that day.
By the time we got back to my house we were talking about regular boy stuff and having a good time. We played in the dirt with my cars until it was time for supper and though mom said he could stay, Ricky said he should get home, but he would try to come back the next day.
I made sure I wrote down my full name and address and after handing it to him I walked him to the gate and told him how to get back to his grandma's, but he said he knew the way. He sort of hesitated, unsure what to say or do before he left I guess, but in the end we just shook hands and smiled at each other and then he turned to go. I watched him all the way to the end of the block then went inside and ate dinner.
I guess I was too quiet cause my mom kept asking me if I was okay and if I had fun with my new friend. So I got all bubbly and started talking about all the cool places he'd lived and stuff and I realized I was pretty happy to have made a new friend.
When I went to bed that night I thought about what we'd done at the gin mill and how good it had felt to come in his hand and to make him have his dry orgasm and I jacked off into an old sock thinking about him. I came really hard and wiped off my pecker then fell asleep.
The next day Johnny was knocking on my door before I even got up. I was just thinking about getting up and going to pee when my mom yelled that Johnny was here looking for me and before I knew what was happening he came busting in my door. I yelped as he dive bombed me and began to tickle me and I kept warning him that I was going to pee on his if he didn't stop.
"What's going on in there?" I heard my mom laugh, "don't break anything."
Johnny finally let up and I grabbed my shorts and tried to put them on, but he kept grabbing them and pulling at them. Finally he noticed my pee boner and he kept grabbing at it too.
"Stop Johnny, I need to go pee bad," I said pushing his hand away, "if you don't I'm gonna pee on you."
"Go pee then," he said but when I started for the bathroom he was right behind me.
It was hard to get the flow started with Johnny right there and with my pecker so hard, but I finally managed to piss while Johnny talked ninety miles an hour.
"Wanna go swimming at the pool today? Roger said he would go if you would. Think your mom will give you 50¢?"
"I got my own money, I mowed a lawn yesterday." Then I found myself telling all about Ricky and he seemed to be really interested in what I had to say. Of course I didn't tell him about the sex stuff, but the way things were going I knew I probably would some day.
"Hey, think he'd like to go with us? It would be more fun with four of us."
I remembered that Ricky said he swam a lot and I was pretty sure he would, if his mom and dad would let him. Heck, I'd even pay his way if I had to. "Okay, we can walk over there and ask, but first I gotta have some breakfast."
Mom made pancakes and when my mom asked Johnny if he wanted some he wound up eating with me. There was bacon and oatmeal too and by the time we were finished we were pretty full. My mom was cool with us going swimming since she was going to my aunt's that day to take her shopping. She had taken dad to work that day and kept the car and offered to take us to the pool, but we said we'd rather ride our bikes and she said that was okay.
After we ate I took a dump while Johnny talked with my mom then I brushed my teeth and we headed over to Ricky's grandma's house. He was outside on the front porch swing with his sister and when he saw us he came running to meet us as we came in the gate.
I introduced him and Johnny and they shook hands and I saw a spark in both their eyes that said they like each other right away. For a minute I was worried, what if they liked each other more than they liked me, but that was silly. After all Ricky wouldn't be around all the time and Johnny would.
Ricky's folks were fine with him going swimming and his mom handed him a dollar. "It's a good thing you brought your swim trunks. Go run and change and then you won't have to do it when you get there."
"Come on guys," Ricky said excitedly and he led us to the back of the house into a small bedroom that was barely as wide as the big tall bed there.
He closed the door and dug a pair of dark blue swim trunks and without saying a word he stripped off his tee shirt revealing a chest that made mine look like a wimp. He wasn't quite as muscled as Johnny, but somehow his looked even better. His nipples were small and pink and the dime-sized rings around them were brown and as my eyes traveled down his chest to his flat tummy I saw that he had an outie belly button. I liked how he looked, that was for sure, and staring at him was causing butterflies in my tummy.
Next he stripped off his shorts revealing white briefs like all us boys wore, only his looked nicer and newer and really white. I guess I expected him to just slip his swim trunks over his undies and when he suddenly grabbed the sides of his undies and pushed them down I almost feinted.
I looked over at Johnny who was staring just as hard as I was so I relaxed. Ricky didn't seem to be shy at all and he even spun around for a minute as he grabbed his trunks and gave us a quick glimpse of his small white butt and even it was perfect. It was just the right combination of fat and muscle and smooth as...well a baby's butt.
When he turned back around his pecker looked a little fuller and when he slipped on his trunks he had to reach down and tuck it in so it wouldn't stick up.
"All ready, now I don't have to change at the swimming pool."
"We always change there," Johnny said looking over at me, "we all share a locker and keep our stuff in it."
"I can put my change in there then," Ricky said smiling, "do they have pop and stuff there?"
"Yeah, pop and candy and stuff," I said excitedly, "and I got my lawn mowing money."
We stopped by my house and I grabbed my trunks and my bike and we walked it to Roger's. He was all ready to go and Johnny and his doubled up on his bike and Ricky and me on mine and we rode to Johnny's for his to get his stuff.
Johnny grabbed his bike too, but that still left Ricky doubling up on mine, which was fine with me. I liked how he kept his hands on my shoulders and I could feel his hot breath on my neck.
The pool was over on the far side of town on the edge of the big park and we had to cross a busy highway to get there, but the traffic was light and we made it across pretty easy. From there the going was easy and we made it to the park pretty quick.
It was barely 11 and the pool didn't open till 11:30 so we played on the merry go round and swings while we waited. That gave Roger and Johnny and Ricky a chance to get to know each other and it seemed like they were getting along just fine.
When we finally headed over to the pool, we parked our bikes in the rack and got in line with the other kids and we talked and cut up like kids do till the pool opened. We got our locker and while Roger and Johnny and me changed Ricky sat on a bench and watched. He didn't seem nervous or shy about watching us get naked, and I noticed when he saw Johnny's big ole uncut pecker he seemed to be staring at it. I guess it was hard not to stare at a big one like that, but I think there was more to it than that.
We finally hit the water and I forgot all about the sex stuff as we had a blast playing grab ass and swimming and diving and having the time of our lives. It was crowded that day and there were a lot of kids there, boys and girls, and I noticed Ricky kept watching some of the girls and grinning.
"Do you know that girl over there?" He asked me as he floated near me.
"Naw, I think she's in junior high or something."
"I'd like to kiss her," he giggled, "and do more," he said making an exaggerated thrust with his hips and causing a wave.
I giggled, "Well, go tell her," I teased.
He gave me a devilish look then swam off and before I knew what he was doing he was heading toward that girl he'd ask me about. I watched with my mouth wide open as he swam up to her and started talking to her and then I saw her laugh and look my way.
I looked away and pretended I hadn't seen her and when I turned my head back around her back was to me and she was talking to Ricky. This went on for a few minutes then I saw Ricky laugh and he swam back toward me.
"What did you say to her?" I asked feeling embarrassed for some reason.
"I told her you liked her," he laughed.
"What? Why? I didn't say that."
"I'm kidding. I asked her if she knew you, that's all. Then I talked to her for a while. I think she likes me," he said grinning, "Maybe I'll buy her a pop later."
I didn't know how I felt about that. I mean just cause I wasn't interested in girls that way, I knew most boys were and as cute as Ricky was I was sure a lot of girls would like him that way back. We went back to playing and Johnny and Roger went down to the deep end and starting jumping off the high dive. I envied them for having that much nerve, but I was content to hand with Ricky in the middle part of the pool.
"Hey, come on let's get a pop," Ricky said starting toward the ladder.
I followed him and as I waited for my turn to climb out I stared at his bottom as he went up the ladder. It seemed like ever since Johnny and Roger and I had started doing sex stuff I was seeing boys in a whole new way. We grabbed a pop and a Butterfinger and sat on one of the benches they had around the edge of the pool while we watched all the other swimmers.
"Your friends are nice."
"Yeah, I've known Johnny practically all my life, but Roger just moved here last year. We hang out all the time and have a lot of fun."
"Hey, there's that girl. Hold on I'll be right back."
Before I could reply Ricky jumped and ran off and I turned my attention back to the kids in the pool. I could see Johnny and Roger way down at the other end playing ring toss with some other kids. I wondered if they missed me, but I guess it was okay since I had Ricky to keep me company, that is if he ever came back.
A few minutes later Ricky came back and sad down heavily and sighed, "She had to go home," he said sounding disappointed.
He finished eating his candy bar and pulled his feet up onto the bench and hugged his knees to him. I looked down at his feet and I felt a little stirring in my stomach. I guess even back then I had a thing for feet, but it would be many years later that I realized why.
His feet were small like most boys and perfect in every way, ten tiny pink toes and surprisingly his nails were neatly trimmed. I wondered if his mom was like mine and trimmed his nails for him or if he did it himself. His legs were smooth and what little hair was there was so fine it was almost invisible. They were strong and muscular looking without an ounce of fat on them and I had the strangest desire to reach over and rub them, but of course you didn't just go around touching your friends for now reason.
"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" I was shaken out of my daze and hoped he hadn't noticed I was staring at his legs and feet.
"Well, yeah...this girl named Cathy...when I was in second grade or something, but you know...we were kind of young and we really didn't know what that meant. Have you?"
"Naw, I move around so much I never get a chance to get to know a girl long enough for that."
"I never thought of that. I don't really like girls that much myself," I said before I could stop myself.
"Yeah, they are sort of hard to understand, but they sure smell nice and some are really pretty....and nice...and I wouldn't mind doin it with one," he said grinning lewdly.
I laughed and agreed with him, even though I really preferred doin it with boys. We sat there a few more minutes in silence then Ricky looked up at me with those big brown eyes of his and what he said next made me feel really good.
"I wish you lived close to me or that we could move here. I like you a lot already and I'm gonna miss you when we have to go next week."
Wow, we'd only just met and he already liked me, but when I thought about I sort of felt the same way and it wasn't just because he was so cute and that we'd played around either. I liked his sense of humor and the gentle way he treated me and the way he accepted Johnny and Roger so easily. I had a feeling Ricky liked everyone and that he made friends easy. I guess you had to if you weren't going to be around long.
"We'll write each other and every time you come back to visit we can get together and we can spend as much time together as you want while you're here."
"I like your friends too. Do you...do you think they like me?" he said suddenly sounding very unsure of himself.
"Yeah, course they do. They think you're cool just like I do."
"Then why aren't they hanging with us? They been down there by themselves the whole time."
I hadn't thought about that until he mentioned it. I guess I didn't really care since I wanted to spend time with Ricky, but it was sort of weird.
"They like the high dive, that's all and I don't do the high dive. They always do that, but we can get em to come down to our end of the pool if you want."
"It's okay. Hey, I gotta go pee, wanna come with me?" He said hopping down off the bench.
I followed him to the changing room and for once it was empty. There were two stalls in one corner with toilets and three shower stalls on the other.
"Come on," Ricky said heading toward one of the stalls.
I hesitated a minute but Ricky sort of pulled me in with him and closed the door. As I stood there with my back against the door Ricky moved up to the toilet and lowered his swim trunks and began to pee.
"Don't you need to pee?"
"I...yeah, when you're done I guess."
"Come on you can pee with me, there's room."
I couldn't think of any reason not to so I moved over and lowered my trunks and began to pee all the while staring at his pretty little pecker and the golden stream coming out of it. I thought about the day before when we'd peed at the gin mill and what had happened and my pecker began to get a little hard.
I guess Ricky must've been thinking the same thing too, cause I noticed his pecker seemed to be growing in his hand. He finished first but instead of putting his pecker away he just stood there shaking the last few drops off of it. When I finished peeing I shook mine a few times but I didn't put it away yet just in case.
I guess Ricky was waiting for me to do something but when I didn't he reached over and grabbed my pecker and giggled as he gave it a squeeze. I laughed, but I didn't push his hand away or anything, instead I reached over and grabbed his.
We were both hard by then and as we continued to handle each other we got even harder. I could feel the blood pumping in Ricky's hard skinny pecker and it felt hot to the touch as I continued to handle it. He was doing a good job on mine too but suddenly we heard voices and laughing and we jerked our hands away and put our shrinking peckers away as fast as we could.
Fortunately it was just a couple of boys and they went into one of the showers giving us a chance to sneak out without anyone knowing we'd both been in the same stall.
We were laughing about it when we got back to the pool and Johnny and Roger came walking up just about that time and wanted to know what was so funny. We played it off like it was nothing and they didn't ask any more questions and after that the four of us stayed together the rest of the time we were at the pool.
When it was time to go we headed off to the changing room and split up in twos, me and Ricky, and Johnny and Roger went into a shower to wash the pool water off of us. Since Ricky didn't bring any clothes to change into he showered with his swim trunks on just pulling the waist band out and letting the water go down inside.
Since I had dry clothes to put on I stripped off naked and showered but Ricky didn't act like it was any big deal which sort of disappointed me. I guess one close call was enough for one day.
We dressed while Ricky sat on one of the benches and we all talked about what fun we'd had and what to do next. It was about four o'clock and there was plenty of time left to do something, but I wasn't sure what time Ricky had to be back home.
"What time do you have to be home Ricky?"
"I can spend the night if you want," he said looking shy all of a sudden, "I ask my folks about it last night and they said it was fine if your folks didn't care."
I saw Johnny give me a curious look, but he didn't say anything. I mean he was my best friend and he'd spent a lot of night at my house and now I was inviting someone new, so he must've felt a little bad. I tried not to think about that and I knew that I'd be spending the night at his house come the weekend so it would be okay.
"They won't care, will they Johnny? I said including him so he'd know I hadn't forgotten him. Johnny stays over at my house a lot, don't ya?"
"Yeah, his folks are nice," Johnny said grinning, "and it's fun there."
"Too bad we can't all stay over," Roger said sighing, "it's so boring at my house."
"You can come over to my house," Johnny said looking directly at me and smiling, "and spend the night if you want."
"Boy! Really? Okay, I bet I can."
I guess is was only fair but I still felt sort of funny about how things had turned out. Sure I had Ricky spending the night, but it was almost like Johnny was inviting Roger over just to spite me or get even for me inviting Ricky. I guess I was just way too sensitive.
We grabbed our bikes and I rode Ricky on mine again and it felt good to have him hanging onto me. The sun was still hot and pretty soon I was working up a sweat but I was young and energetic and I felt wonderful. I figured Johnny and Roger would stop by my house but when we got to the turnoff they waved goodbye and rode off toward Roger's house, I guess so they could see if he could spend the night.
I felt sort of bad about how they just left without saying anything, but Ricky didn't seem to notice. When we got to my house I asked my mom about Ricky staying the night and she said it was okay as long as his folks didn't care so we walked over to his grandma's and talked to his mom and dad and they said it was fine. He changed into shorts and a tee and we headed back to my house.
Dad was home by then and when he saw Ricky he smiled, "Well, I see you must've liked us since you came back," he teased.
"Yes sir, and I'm spending the night..if it's okay," Ricky said sounding shy.
"Well, I reckon we can stand one more stinky boy around here," my dad laughed and the tension broke. After that my dad and Ricky seemed to be getting along just fine.
We washed up and ate supper sitting side by side and it was sort of nice. See I'd always wanted a brother and when one of my friends stayed over and ate with us it reminded me of how nice that would have been. Mom had made meatloaf that night and mashed potatoes and gravy and Ricky ate like he was starved. He even ate some the black-eyed peas that mom fixed with little green bean snaps in it. I didn't like them that much, but that night I ate some and they weren't half bad.
For dessert mom had baked an apple/peach cobbler and served it with ice cream. As Ricky dove into dessert he was all smiles.
"This is really good, my grandma is a good cook, but this is even better."
"Well thank you Ricky, it's not fancy but it's filling."
"Really good mom," I added around a spoon full of ice cream.
After dinner Ricky and I went outside to work off some of our dinner. It was still light out and beginning to cool off some so we decided to take a walk. I yelled at my folks to tell them where we were going and we took off. I hadn't really planned on going by Johnny's house but pretty soon we were headed down his street and I decided we might as well stop by and say hi.
Ricky seemed quiet now and when I told him where we were headed he just smiled. "You like Johnny a lot, don't ya?"
"He's my best friend," I said defensively, "I mean we've known each other almost all our lives. Sure I like him a lot."
"You guys do stuff?" he asked simply and I didn't ask what stuff he meant, I knew he was talking about the same stuff we'd done.
"Some," I said shrugging, "and Roger too."
Ricky smiled, "I figured. Hey, maybe all four of us could do something."
"I don't know, I guess," I said blushing, "if we get a chance."
"Cool."
Johnny and Roger were out back and Ronnie was with them. They were playing tag or something and when we came to the fence Ronnie can running up all out of breath. I swear he was wearing that same pair of tight little shorts that he was wearing the first time I saw him and he was bouncing around like a puppy.
"I know you....hi, who's that. Can you play?"
"Hi Ronnie. This is Ricky, my new friend. Ricky this is Ronnie."
Ricky said hi and then Johnny and Roger came over and we leaned on the fence and talked for a while. Roger was spending the night and they were planning on sleeping out in the backyard in the tent and Ronnie was going to stay with them too. I felt really jealous all of a sudden. These were my two best friends and I wanted to get in on the action too, but I'd already committed myself to Ricky for the night.
"Aww...that sounds like fun," I whined.
"Too bad we can't camp out with ya," Ricky said looking at me for my reaction.
"Yeah, too bad," Johnny said sounding mean.
I think at that minute I finally got it. Johnny was jealous of me and Ricky and he was trying to get even by having a good time without me. I felt awful, but I knew I'd started it by making friends with Ricky and inviting him over for the night.
"We could sleep in my treehouse," I said touching Ricky on the shoulder, "that would be fun."
"Yeah, fun...that's great. We should go get things ready before it get too dark. Do you have a flashlight?"
I could see Johnny's face fall when he realized his plan hadn't worked and I felt sort of like I'd won this one. We stayed a little while longer then said goodbye and headed back to my house. I didn't think I'd have too much trouble convincing my folks to let us sleep out in the treehouse and even though my mom was sort of against it, my dad was all for it and she gave in easy. Maybe he was planning on fooling around with mom when the house was empty.
We dragged an old quilt up there and a couple of pillows and a sheet for cover in case the mosquitoes starting feasting on us. Mom fixed us sort of a pic nic basket with some sandwiches and chips and cookies and a small cooler of Kool-Ade and some cups.
After dinner we hung around a few minutes then I grabbed a flashlight and we headed out to the treehouse. It was just beginning to get dark as we climbed up and once we were inside I closed the cardboard door and it was much darker inside.
I switched on the flashlight and we sat there for a few minutes and then I suggested we look at some of the magazine we kept up there. There were some Mad magazines and a few car mags and comic books, but I wished we had was one of the magazine from the campout.
That got me to thinking about the campout again and suddenly I found myself telling Ricky about the magazine and one thing led to another and pretty soon I was telling him everything that happened.
"You guys sucked each other?" Ricky said sounding excited, "man I wish I'd been there."
"Well...truth is I did most of the sucking," I confessed, "Roger sucked me, but I sucked both of them."
"Hey, how about this....I suck you and you can suck me?"
"Have you ever done it before?"
"Once. In California. This kid and me agreed to suck each other and I did him first, but then he turned chickenshit and wouldn't do me back. I guess after he came he didn't feel horny any more."
"I would never chicken out," I assured him, "heck, I'll even do you first if you want."
"Or....we could both do it at that same time."
"Huh, how does that work."
So Ricky explained it to me and though I didn't know the name of it at the time he was talking about a 69. It sounded so simple that I wondered why I hadn't thought of it myself.
We agreed to wait till later, just before we went to sleep and in the meantime we looked at the mags and talked about stuff. He told me some more about that places he'd lived and about a few of the friends he's made and then he started talking about a cousin who lived right here in town.
"His name is David and he lives over near the pool where we swam today. I forgot about the pool till we went there then I remembered that David's house was just across from the park."
"Is he your age?"
"Naw, he's like 10 I think, but he's the nastiest kid I've even known," he laughed, "he's like always playing with his peter and stuff and a couple of time we did stuff...like handling each other and stuff."
"That's cool. I have some cousins, but we never messed around. I have an uncle who is only six years older than me and once I caught him jacking off, but I really didn't know what he was doing at the time. Later I figured it out and then I knew why he was so mad at me for not knocking on the bathroom door before I came in."
"Did he have a big one?"
"Yeah, it was huge and uncut like mine and really red from him playing with it. I wish I'd known what he was doing then and maybe he would have let me watch him finish. I bet he made lot so sperm."
"I wish I could make sperm," Ricky sighed, "but at least it's not messy now when I jack off."
"I use a sock now," I said proudly, "and it catches the sperm and I don't make a mess."
"What if you mom goes to wash your sock and sees the dried up sperm in there?" Ricky teased.
"I wash em out in the bathroom first before I throw them in the hamper."
"Good idea. Hey, wanna turn out the light and tell stories?"
So I switched off the light and though we started telling stories pretty soon we came back to sex and started talking about things we'd done and things we'd seen and things we wanted to do.
"I'd like to fuck a girl, but not till I get my sperm," Ricky said as we lay side by side on the quilt. We were so close I could feel his leg against mine and and smell his unique scent.
"Yeah, but you gotta wear a rubber then," I reminded him and then I remembered the rubber that we'd all three tried on at the campout and I just had to tell that story.
"Do you still have it?"
"Yep, it's hidden in the clubhouse."
"Let's get it, want to?"
"Okay, but we gotta be quiet, I don't want mom and dad knowing we're sneaking around."
We slipped on our shoes with no socks and climbed down but I didn't turn the flashlight on till we were inside the clubhouse with the door shut. The rubber was in a cigar box under a loose floorboard and Ricky held the flashlight while I pried up the board and fetched it. Inside the cigar box it was wrapped in aluminum foil I kiped from the kitchen but I didn't unwrap it till we were safely back in the treehouse.
Back in the treehouse we sat facing each other with the flashlight laying on the floor beside us and when I had the rubber unwrapped I handed it to Ricky and explained how it worked.
"Can I try it?"
"Sure I'll help...if you want."
"Okay," Ricky said sounding excited, "Should I lay down or what?"
"Yeah, just pull down your shorts and lay down and I'll put it on ya."
Ricky stretched out and raised his butt so he could slip out of his shorts and undies. At first he just pushed them down to his knees but then I guess he thought he might as well be all the way naked cause he reached down and pushed them to him feet then pulled them off.
His pecker was hard and sticking straight up and just as pretty as I'd remembered. My mouth was practically watering at the thought of sucking it later but for now it was great just getting to touch it. I explained everything as I went and Ricky seemed to be paying close attention.
When I finally rolled the condom down his stiff pecker he sort of moaned and closed his eyes. When it was all the way on I squeezed his pecker and gave it few strokes just to show him how it felt.
"Uh, that's great. Can you show me that place where you bought this? I wanna buy one and take it with me when we go back to Kansas."
"Sure it's just over by the tracks. We can go tomorrow if you want."
"So, how do you get it off when you're done with it?"
"Well, I guess if you spermed in it you'd just pull it off like a sock, but since it's still good I'll roll it back up so it can be used again."
"Are you gonna try it now. I can help you like you helped me."
"Okay, but first we gotta roll it back up."
I was getting to be quite an expert on rubbers and Ricky was a fast learner. When he rolled the rubber onto my pecker he made me feel so good I thought I was going to ruin the rubber for sure.
"Better be careful," I warned, "I might sperm in it if you keep that up."
"Oh, sorry. Want me to roll it back up?"
"Yeah. No need to waste it."
When we had it rolled back up and put safely away we laid down side by side and talked some more. We hadn't bothered to put our clothes back on and our naked hips were touching sending shock waves through my body. Then just as Johnny had that night of the campout Ricky began to rub his small foot against the bottom of mine.
"This is fun, sexy and fun."
"Yeah, I've never been naked up here before," I laughed.
"Want to do some stuff now?"
"Yeah, if you do."
"Yeah."
We started slow just touching each other on the chest and stomach and legs before we let our hands wander down to each other's crotch. Our peckers were hard as steel and his stood straight up while mine sort of leaned toward my stomach.
We wrapped our hands around each other's peckers and just held them for a minute, getting to know them and feeling the heat and velvety softness of the skin. Even though I'd held his pecker before it still seemed different and as exciting as if it was the first time. His hand on my pecker was nice too and I could tell he really liked that I was uncut by the way he worked the foreskin up and down.
"This is so dirty, no one even knows we're up here and naked and doing this stuff," he said excitedly.
"Yeah, I've jacked off up here before, but this is better."
"Want to try sucking each other now?"
"Okay, but what about my sperm? Do you want me to warn you when it's coming?"
"Yeah, then I'll jack it till it shoots out."
"Okay, how do we do it?"
It took some doing but we finally got into position and there before me was Ricky's pretty little pecker looking good enough to eat. His balls were tucked between his legs, but as we got started he raised one of his legs to free them and I stared at them for a minute before reaching over and grabbing his pecker and guiding it into my mouth.
At the same time he was doing the same thing to me and that only made me more excited. His pecker tasted sort of like skin and sweat, sort of like the taste you get when you suck on your finger, but I really liked that taste. His pecker was just long enough to reach the back of my throat, but not so long that it choked me which was good since I didn't have much experience sucking...yet.
I'd sucked Johnny and I'd sucked Roger, but sucking Ricky was different somehow. Of course part of it could have been the fact that he was doing it back to me at the same time, but I felt like there was more to it than that. It wasn't like I loved him or anything, but I was learning that doing sex stuff with someone made you have feelings for them that were different than with regular friends. Ricky and I had just met, but we were growing closer by the minute and I didn't know it then, but our friendship would be one of the longest lasting of my life.
Ricky seemed to know what he was doing down there and I was actually learning a few new things from him. Like the way he used his tongue to swirl it all around my pecker as he sucked. I guess covering your teeth with your lips is just something everyone who sucks figures out after awhile and not once did Ricky ever graze my pecker with his teeth.
Like I said I was learning as I went, but one thing was for certain: I liked sucking cock. I knew it was bad and that if the wrong people found out my life would be ruined, but with Ricky I knew my secret was safe. It was different than with with Johnny and Roger because they lived close and I'd see them again, but with Ricky I knew he'd eventually be going back to Kansas and our secret would go with him.
We were young and we were horny and there was no way we were going to last very long, but while it lasted it was going to be fun. At that age I guess everything feels and tastes and smells better and I guesss that was true that night. My whole body was tingling from what Ricky was doing to my pecker but it didn't keep me from doing a good job on his. I loved how his pecker felt and tasted in my mouth and it was as if I couldn't get enough of him. I had the strangest desire to lick his nuts, but I didn't want to freak him out.
His warm wet mouth on my pecker was starting to cause some chills to run down my body and I felt the feeling in my balls building and I knew I wasn't going to last too much longer. I could tell he was getting close too, but he didn't have to worry about warning me about coming, because even if he had been able to shoot, I would have swallowed. I had to warn him though and I was worried that the feeling would slip up on me and I wouldn't have time to do that.
I guess in a way that sort of kept me holding back and concentrating on sucking him, but Ricky was good at what he was doing and before long I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. Should I warn him now and just let him jack me off till I shoot, or just hang in there and hope I could pull off of his pecker and warn him in time?
As it turned out I didn't get a chance to make that decision because suddenly without warning that hot thumpy feeling that begins in your stomach and travels down into your balls started and before I could do anything about it I was coming....in Ricky's mouth.
I was horrified, but when I tried to pull my pecker out of his mouth he held on for dear life. Either he didn't realize I was coming or he didn't mind, but either way there was nothing I could do except ride it out. Meanwhile he was thrusting against me forcing his pecker down my throat and then he cried out around my pecker and I knew he was coming too.
It took me a second to realize something else was happening, but when I did I was very happy...for him and for me. Ricky's pecker had chosen that exact moment to burp out his first wet come and I was the lucky boy to taste it. It was thin and there wasn't much of it, but it tasted like a warm sunny day and cinnamon and sugar and pure boy.
I knew the taste well, it was my own when I licked my fingers clean, and it was delicious. Even then at the young age of 11 I liked the taste and as I grew older I discovered there was an endless variety of flavors to be had.
When we were spent we slowly disengaged and rolled onto our backs as we wallowed in our after glow.
"Sorry...I, uh tried to pull out before I uh...shot."
"It's okay, I didn't mind. It tastes fine."
"Did you know...I mean that you could shoot too?"
"It was the first time," he said rolling onto his side, "sorry....I didn't know until it was too late."
"No, it's okay. I liked it. I'm happy for you. Now we're alike," I said and for some reason that was important to me.
"Yeah, now if we just get some hair down there," he chuckled.
"I don't mind not having hair as long as I shoot," I said sighing.
"Yeah, I guess it's not that big of a deal."
We lay there in comfortable silence for a while then Ricky reached over and touched my chest, "Thanks for letting me come over tonight. I was so bored at my grandma's and this was fun....really fun."
"Yeah, fun. I'm glad we met," I said searching for the right words to say. I was 11 and my feelings were confusing and I didn't have much experience in expressing myself, but I knew I needed to say something. "I hope we're friends for a long time."
"Me too," he said softly, then the moment passed and we were just two boys sharing some fun again.
"Are you thirsty?"
"Yeah, want some Kool-Ade?"
We had Kool-Ade and ate the food my mom packed for us and talked about all the things that were important to us, and before too long we were yawning and ready to call it a day. We peed standing at the door of the treehouse sending our golden streams aching out and to splash onto the grass below.
We pulled our underwear back on and stretched out side by side on the floor of that tiny little treehouse and listened to the crickets chirping and an occasional frog croaking, drinking up life and being boys until we finally drifted off to sleep.
End of Part 5
Next: Sleepover at Johnny's
Now that Robert has made a new friend he realizes just how important his old friends are. He and Johnny find that there is more between them than just friendship, but it will take some doing to figure out what it all means. In Part 6, the boys spend an eye opening and life changing weekend together.
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