Monday morning I woke to the heavenly smell of bacon and fried potatoes with onions. I hopped out of bed and peed and got dressed and hurried in to find my dad sitting at the dining room table reading the paper.
"Uh..dad aren't you late for work?"
"No boy, I'm off today for the Holiday. I thought we'd go down to Flemings today and look at that car again and maybe let em work up a deal."
"Are you serious? Oh boy, this is gonna be so cool. Will we get to drive it?"
"Well...sure, we'll take a test drive first..just to make sure it's the right car. If not we'll drive another one, but I'm pretty sure that one is going to be just fine."
"Oh wow," I said sliding into my seat and looking over at mom, "I'm so excited I don't know if I can eat."
"Well, you need to try Robert. We're not going till after we eat and I finish cleaning up."
"I'll help...clean up I mean," I said smiling like a crazy man. Boy oh boy, a new car. I hadn't mentioned the car to Johnny or Roger so it really would be a big surprise if we got it.
Mom dished up scrambled eggs, bacon and potatoes and we had biscuits and jelly and my folks drank coffee and I drank milk. Even though I thought I was too excited to eat I managed to clean my plate in record time and when I was done I carried my dishes to the sink and rinsed them and put them in the dishwater.
"What should I wear?" I said suddenly realizing this was a special occasion.
"Your tuxedo," my dad laughed, "Or maybe we should dress you in rags so the man at the car place will think we're poor and give us a better deal."
"Just put on you best pair of jeans son and that striped pullover that you hardly ever wear. Oh, and make sure you have clean underwear and socks."
I rolled my eyes, what was it with moms and clean underwear? No one ever saw them, well...except my buddies sometimes, but I didn't protest. I ran off to my room and grabbed a pair of jeans from the drawer and dropped my shorts. I'd changed my undies the night before and they were still pretty clean so I didn't change them, but I did grab some clean socks and slip them on before I pulled on my jeans.
The jeans were a little tight, I hadn't worn them since school let out, but they still fit good enough. I guessed I had grown over the summer and that made me feel sort of proud. I knew my pecker had grown some and since I'd got my hair down there and could shoot sperm I felt like I was really growing up.
The reason I didn't wear the striped shirt that mom mentioned was because I didn't like it all that much. It had a collar and looked way to fancy for a boy to wear, but I guessed that for a special occasion like this it would do just fine. When I was dressed I looked at myself in my dresser mirror and preened a little. I actually looked pretty good, older maybe, and I was proud of myself at that moment.
I ran into the bathroom and combed my hair and brushed my teeth and went to see if my folks were ready to go. Mom had finished the clean up and was in their bedroom getting dressed and dad was still sitting at the table scratching some stuff on a writing pad.
"Whatcha doin dad?"
"Oh, just writing down a few things the car place might need. Phone numbers and addresses, thing like that."
I nodded, but I really didn't understand. It wasn't like today where everything was done by computer, real people did all that kind of stuff, but truthfully it was a lot easier in some ways than today.
Mom appeared a few minutes later and she looked really pretty. Her dress was covered in pink flowers and she was even wearing makeup and lipstick, which was pretty rare for her. Me and dad both whistled and she did a little turn and giggled like a little girl.
"Well, one look at you and that car salesman will give us the deal of a lifetime," dad teased, "I'm afraid to take you out of the house looking that good, some man may try to snatch you away from me."
"No man could ever come close to you dear," my mom said leaning down to kiss my dad on the cheek then pulling out a hanky and wiping the lipstick off.
"I feel under-dressed," my dad said getting up. He was wearing slacks and a white dress shirt, but no tie. I thought he looked pretty good myself, but then he usually did. In fact it was rare to ever see my dad messy.
"You look fine dear. I'll just grab my purse and we can go."
We piled into the car and it was all I could do to sit still on the short trip to the car lot. My mom and dad seemed perfectly calm and talked about everything but the new car on the way. I never understood how adults could do that, but I guess when you're a kid everything is exciting and new.
The car place was busy and there was a big sign that said every car was marked down for the 4th of July sale. I wondered if that was why dad had decided to finally see if we could buy that car, but later I learned that sales like that were just so much bull and you could get a good deal every day if you just knew how to work it.
Usually a salesman would attack you the minute you got out of your car, but I guess they were all busy that day cause we made it all the way to the car we'd came to see before anyone showed up. Dad looked at the sticker again and tried the door and when he saw that it was unlocked he slid into the driver's seat. Mom walked around and got in on the other side and I climbed in the back seat behind dad.
That was my first time ever in a new car and experiencing that new car smell and I swear it was as good as sex. I breathed in that wonderful smell and I just knew that if we didn't get this car I'd die.
"I like it David," mom said checking out the glove box and pulling down the sun visor to find a mirror there.
"I love it mom and dad," I said bouncing around like a little kid, "we just gotta get it....."
My dad laughed, "I think you want it more than we do boy. Can you help me make the payments?"
"I could give you my lawn mowing money," I offered without thinking. It was pretty much my only source of spending money during the summer, though mom and dad did give me money occasionally I didn't get a set allowance.
"That's sweet son, but we'll do just fine." My mom said smiling at me.
"Well, here comes the blood sucking salesman," my dad teased, "remember...act poor."
We all laughed and climbed out just as the salesman got to the car. He was balding and a little older than my dad but he had a pleasant face and a nice smile. I sort of liked him right off and I hoped he liked us and would give us a good deal.
"Hello folks, I'm Ken. What can I do for you folks today?"
"Well, we're sort of in the market for a second car. I'd like to get a new one, but we'll have to see if I can afford that, if not a nice used one."
"We can get you a good deal for sure today. The boss says mark em all down and move em out and we're wheelin and dealin like we never have."
My dad sort of chuckled under his breath and my mom covered her mouth to hide her smile. I guess they knew a lot more about car salesman than I thought.
"I'd like to take this one for drive, if it's okay," my dad said patting the Impala gently. I could see in his eyes that he loved that car as much as I did and I just knew he'd do everything in his power to see that we got it.
"Sure, sure...hold on I'll go grab the keys."
While he was gone mom and dad joked about the wheelin and dealin part while I looked at them curiously. They finally told me what they were laughing about and I got my first lesson in dealing with car salesman, something that would pay off years later when I bought my first new car.
The salesman took dad's name and our address and phone number and wrote something down off his driver's license. He asked my dad about his insurance and he told him he had State Farm and the agent's name and the guy handed him the keys and we were off.
Oh My God, you cannot imagine how I felt that day riding along in a brand new car with the air conditioner blowing in our faces. I wished my friends could be with us and ride along, but if we got the car I'd make sure they got to take as many rides as I could talk my folks into.
The air conditioning was pushing the new car smell up our noses and right into our brains and I guess that's what it was for, to make you want something so bad you'd do anything to get it. I knew my folks were smart people and that they could figure most things out without making too many mistakes, but I think even they were helpless to resist the lure of new car fever.
We drove up Mill through town and when we got to the city limits dad opened it up and really let it fly.
"Wow, oh wow...it's so fast," I said as I watched the fence posts and telephone poles whizz by. "What kind of engine does it have dad?"
"It's a 283 eight cylinder...two barrel, so it gets good gas mileage and it has lots of power."
"Wow, you know a lot about that stuff....right dad?"
"I did some checking around and a guy at work has a car with that engine and he says it's a honey."
Dad finally slowed down and turned onto a gravel road and turned around and changed places with mom so she could drive it back. She loved it as much as dad, but of course she didn't gun it on the highway like he did. When we pulled into the car lot the salesman met us out front and had mom park the car in front of the building. He wrote down a number off the car and showed us inside and to a little office with no door and a window looking out on the car lot. There were only three chairs, one for the salesman and two on the other side of the desk so I stood the whole time.
Most of it was boring, but I tried to listen and take in as much as I could. When the salesman asked my dad if he had a trade in he said no, it was a second car but he did have a down payment. That was news to me, I'd never thought about stuff like that, but I found out later that my folks had a savings account at the bank and put 10 percent of dad's pay in it each month. Mom said it was for a rainy day, which I didn't really understand, but if this was a rainy day then I was glad they had that savings account.
I won't bore you with the details, but they negotiated back and forth for almost an hour. Sometimes the salesman would go check with his boss, but dad said that was just show and that the salesman could really make the deal as long as he didn't give too much away.
When my dad made the last offer he did something that almost made me cry.
"This is my last offer," he said pushing the piece of paper at the salesman. "Tell your manager that if he can't do this I'll go somewhere else."
I almost peed my pants. Were we really going to lose the car over a few measly dollars? Why was my dad being so unreasonable? I wanted to say I'd pay the difference, but I kept quiet and prayed that the manager would accept dad's offer.
The salesman was gone a long time but when he came back he was all smiles, "Well Mr. and Mrs. Warren you have yourself a brand new car. My sales manager said you drive a hard bargain, but he wants to sell some cars so he's going to take a loss on this one and hope you'll send all your friends our way."
Mom and dad signed the papers and dad wrote them a check and then they passed him along to another guy who did the finance part and they signed some more papers and then we were done. The salesman walked us out and gave us an extra set of keys and talked to my folks for a little while, then they shook hands and he ruffled my hair and we were on our way.
Dad drove the old car home so mom could drive the new car since it would mostly be her driving it when dad was at work. When he was off it would be the family car, but dad said the old car was plenty good enough to drive to work. That worked out perfect for me, since that meant I'd always be riding in the new car.
I tried to convince mom to swing by Johnny's but she said she didn't want dad to worry if we were gone too long and promised that later if I wanted to we could go down and pick him up and go for a drive. When we pulled up behind dad he got out of the old Ford and walked our way.
"You know, now that we have a new car I think we should clean out the garage and keep the Chevy in there. So.....I hope you don't have any plans son cause that's what we're gonna be doing today."
"Aww...dad I wanted to go get Johnny and take him for a ride. Can we do that first?"
"I tell you what I'll do. If Johnny will help us I'll not only take him for a ride, but I'll give each of you two dollars for helping."
"Wow, really? Yeah, I bet he'd go for that. I'll go call him," I said excitedly.
I didn't tell Johnny about the new car right then, just about cleaning up the garage, because I wanted it to be a complete surprise. He was excited about earning two dollars and said he'd be down in a few minutes. I told him to hurry and I went outside to wait for him.
When he got there he took one look at the new car and frowned, "Who's visiting?"
"No one," I said giggling, "Oh, I forgot to tell you...we got a new car. That's why we're cleaning out the garage, so we can keep it in there."
"No way...are you serious? That's so cool. Can I look inside?"
"Yeah, come on."
Mom and dad had gone inside to change and Johnny and I sat in the front seat of the new Chevy and checked everything out before finally going in to get dad so we could get started. Johnny told my folks what a cool car and it was and he kept telling me how lucky I was.
I felt kind of bad for Johnny because I didn't think his folks could ever afford a new car, but that didn't kill my excitement. Dad had changed into jeans and a tee shirt and mom was fixing lemonade. While I was waiting for Johnny I'd changed into some old clothes and I was ready to go to work.
Most of the stuff in the garage was junk and we hauled a lot to the trash, and what was left we put up in the attic and a the rest of dad's tools we put out in his workshop. It took us about two hours to get everything cleaned up and organized and when we were done mom served us lemonade and cookies.
After we cleaned up a bit dad took us all for a drive and we had a blast. Dad was like a little kid driving that shiny new Chevy and we must've driven 30 or 40 miles that day. When we finally got home it was way past four o'clock and mom moved the old car and dad put the new car in the garage. It was a nice fit and when dad pulled down the garage door he patted the car one last time and we went inside.
Johnny and I went out back to play and my folks headed to the living room to watch some TV and spend the rest of the day together. They didn't get too many chances like that and I guess they were taking advantage of dad's day off.
"You're so lucky," Johnny said pulling a blade of grass up and chewing on it.
"I know, I never dreamed we'd ever get a new car." I told him about the first time we'd gone to check out the car and he frowned.
"How come you never mentioned that before?"
I shrugged, "I didn't want to make a big deal out of it...until we knew for sure, and I wanted to surprise you if it happened I guess."
He nodded, "We're just lucky we got my dad's truck," Johnny said tossing the blade of grass aside. "I can't believe you have two cars and a color TV. Are your folks rich?"
"Naw...not rich, but my dad got a big promotion and a raise, that's all."
Johnny leaned back and closed his eyes, "When I grow up I'm gonna drive a new pickup all the time and have a new car for my wife."
"So...you think you'll get married then?" I said before I could stop myself.
"Well sure....don't you?"
I shrugged, "I don't know. I guess....I mean it's the natural thing to do I guess."
"Hey, wanna go up in the treehouse now?" Johnny said grinning.
I shrugged, "I didn't want to sound too anxious, but I was hoping for him to make the first move."
"Come on, I want to show you something."
I giggled, "I bet. Bet I know what it is."
"Naw, you don't. Trust me, this is cool."
We climbed up the ladder and closed the door behind us and Johnny sat down against the wall and waited for me join him. He stretched and put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me against him.
"I want you to know something," he said in a very serious voice, "No matter what happens I will always be your friend."
I felt like crying and when I looked into his eyes I noticed they were misty looking.
"I know, and I feel the same way," I said leaning in and attempting to kiss his cheek, but at the last minute he turned his head and zeroed in on my lips making it a real kiss.
I don't know how long we kissed, but it was wet and sexy and by the time we broke it off we were both rock hard. I reached down and placed my hand on his crotch and he moaned softly.
"What were you gonna show me," I said grinning, "Was it this big ole thing?"
"Huh...uh no, but you can see that if you want."
"What was it then?" I asked getting really curious now.
"Uh...well....I hope you don't think this is lame...but....I uh...I made this for you," He said digging something out of his pocket.
He held out his hand and opened it revealing a silver chain with a flattened penny hanging from it.
"I...uh put a penny on the track and let a train flatten it and then I drilled a hole through it and put it on this chain for you and....I have one just like it," He said reaching into his shirt and pulling an identical chain out.
"For me?...it's so cool," I said taking it from me. I was trembling with excitement and my heart was beating so fast. I know it was silly, it was just a silly necklace, but it was more than that to us, it was a symbol of our friendship and more special than anything on earth, "Will you put it on me?" I said handing it back to him.
"Sure," he said reaching around my neck and fastening the clasp then patting the penny and smiling, "It looks good on ya."
"Yours looks nice too," I said smiling. My heart was thumping in my chest and my palms were sweaty, "Thanks," I said staring into his eyes. I hoped he could see how touched I was by his thoughtfulness.
"I was gonna get us rings, but this is better cause no one will ever see them but us."
"Yeah, way better," I said placing my hand on his chest, "So....about this.." I said letting my hand drift down to his crotch again.
"Uhhhh....it's all yours."
My hands were trembling as I fumbled with his top button and he wound up having to help me with it. I unzipped them slowly and he lifted his butt to make it easier to get them down. His pecker was tenting his Fruits and it felt hot to the touch when I placed my hand on it. He moaned softly and I grinned as I ran my hand down inside his underwear and toyed with his pecker. It felt sort of wet and the foreskin was super soft and felt so good in my fingers.
"Remember what you said....at the cabin.....?" Johnny said softly, "That next time..we could...you know...."
"Yeah, and I meant it, but I think it'd be better to wait till one of us spends the night," I said nervously. Me and my big mouth. I wasn't sure I was ready for anything as serious as getting a pecker in my butt.
"Yeah, you're probably right," he said sounding a little disappointed.
"I can do this though," I said pulling down his undies and licking the head of his cock noisily.
"Mmmm....okay," he moaned, "wanna do that thing where we both suck at the same time?"
"Yeah, but we gotta get nekkid," I said excitedly. There was something very dirty about being naked outside and the danger really really got my blood flowing.
We were naked in a flash and stretched out head to toe on the cool dusty cardboard floor. Johnny's hand went straight to my butt and I felt sort of bad about putting him off, but I knew once he got off he'd be fine. I played with his butt too, and his balls and his pecker before I finally pulled the skin back and popped it into my mouth. It tasted so good, sort of warm and salty and I moaned around it as I began to nurse on it like a starved calf.
Johnny took the hint and started sucking me too and pretty soon we had a good rhythm going. I don't know what it is about sucking a cock while getting sucked, but it's awesome. You're excited at both ends and when you're with someone you really, really like it's just about the best feeling ever. No one is in charge and you're equal for the whole time as you help each other get off and if you're lucky enough to come at the same time it's the most amazing feeling in the world.
We were young and horny and never able to last too long once we got started, but somehow we managed to stretch things out that day, rubbing around on each other and sucking and sharing something so special that even to this day I can still remember how it felt.
Johnny actually came first and when he did he automatically sucked harder on my pecker and it didn't take long for me to catch up. It didn't matter that I was busy swallowing his hot thick cum, I was still able to enjoy one of the best orgasm of my young life.
Panting and gulping down Johnny's cum as my own cock exploded in his mouth I was barely aware of my surroundings. As I came back down from my orgasm panting and vibrating like a tuning fork I pulled off of Johnny's pecker and laid my cheek against it. It felt warm and wet and I could smell his strong smelling sperm. The smell was both calming and exciting and mixed with his other boy smells it embedded itself in my very soul. Every human being has a unique smell and I could have picked Johnny's out in a room full of a hundred boys.
I loved him more than ever now and as we lay there thinking our own thoughts and recovering from our orgasm I liked to think he felt the same. I had never felt for anyone what I felt for Johnny, but looking back I realized that those feelings hadn't just appeared overnight or just that summer. I had loved Johnny all my life, and little by little that love had grown and matured until we had arrived at this point in our lives.
Would it continue to grow? Only time would tell, but at that moment all that mattered was what we had now, and in that magical moment a dozen feet above the ground in the swaying branches of that big ole tree I thought the world couldn't get any better.
We eventually came down from our afterglow and moved around till we were face to face. We kissed and cuddled a little, but it was hot up there and there wasn't much air stirring. A ribbon of sweat ran down Johnny's neck and across the chain around it and I watched it as he pooled in that little indent where his Adam's apple was.
I placed my finger in the small puddle and drew it down his chest to his belly button. He shivered and sighed and nuzzled my hair as my head rested on his strong shoulder.
"Think you could spend the night?"
"Maybe, why?"
"Do I have to have a reason?"
"No, but I was just wondering if it was because of...you know the promise you made...cause if it is..you'd don't have to do it if you don't want to." He was looking at me with his big brown eyes and he was so cute.
"I want to. If not tonight then soon, but it's totally up to you. I just want to make you happy," I said opening up my heart to him.
He smiled, "You do...all the time. I can ask my mom, my dad went fishing with his cousin George and his boys."
"How come you didn't go?"
"Cause I wanted to see you instead."
I smiled and I had never felt so loved or needed in my whole life. "Good, I'm glad. Let's get dressed and go ask my folks then you can call yours. You don't need any clothes...I can lend you some."
By the time we made it to the house mom was fixing dinner and it smelled wonderful. My tummy started rumbling and I realized we hadn't eaten since breakfast except for the lemonade and cookies.
"Can Johnny spend the night?" I said as soon as were in the kitchen.
"I figured he would," mom said smiling, "I fixed extra just in case."
"Can I use your phone ma'am?"
"Well of course sweetie. Dinner should be ready in about an hour. I'm fixing Swiss steak."
"Mmmmm.....I love swiss steak," I said rubbing my tummy and licking my lips.
Johnny's mom gave him a little trouble at first. She reminded him that he'd been gone all weekend already and suggested I spend the night down there, but Johnny kept after her and didn't give up. I think the final straw was dinner. When she heard what we were having she gave up. She said all she had was beans and cornbread and she guessed she could eat alone.
I felt sort of sorry for her, but I didn't want beans and I really wanted my first time to be in my bed and in my house. I was nervous but excited but most of all happy and I could see Johnny felt all those feelings too.
We found dad in the living room reading the owner's manual for the new car and when we walked in he looked up and smiled.
"Well, hello boys. What have you been up to?"
"Oh, not much. Johnny is spending the night and mom's got Swiss steak for dinner."
"Yes, I know and I'm so hungry my stomach thinks my throat's been cut," dad teased and we both cracked up.
"Me too, I forgot we didn't have lunch."
"Yeah, well that's what happens when you get caught up in the moment," he said turning the page and then reading a few lines before speaking again, "hmmm....never had a new car before," he chuckled, "didn't even know they came with manuals till today."
"Can we see it...when you're done?"
"Sure, I'm almost done with it. Nothing I really didn't know, but it's kind of nice to have everything spelled out for you."
We sat down on the couch and watched TV for a while and eventually dad tossed me the book and went in to check on dinner. We scooted closer together now that we had a good reason and shared the manual as our hips and legs pressed together and pretty soon they were wet with sweat and we were semi-hard.
"This is so cool," Johnny said, "lucky duck."
"It's sort of like your car too," I said grinning, "cause you spend so much time down here and since we're...you know best friends and all," I added glancing toward the door to make sure we were still alone.
"Yeah, well....you can bet I'll be down here all the time now," he laughed.
"I can't wait till Roger sees it."
"Yeah, he could use some good news."
"Think he's okay?"
"Yeah, sure...he's tough."
"Dinner boys," mom yelled and I realized we'd spend at least twenty minutes or so just looking through the manual.
In addition to the steak there were scalloped potatoes and green beans and mom's famous hot rolls which were so light and fluffy that they practically melted in your mouth. Johnny wasn't used to eating quite this good and he really seemed to enjoy his meal. We talked about the new car and how much fun we'd had on the 4th and then mom ruined it all by turning the conversation to school.
"The stores are already starting their back to school sales and I'd like to get Robert's clothes bought before everything is picked over. I saw some cute things in the Montgomery Ward catalog too. I need to go ahead and order them just in case they're the wrong size I want to have time to send them back."
"Awww mom, that's a long time away. Don't ruin the summer by talking about school."
"Well, you've outgrown all of last year's clothes so you have to have new ones. You don't want to go to school naked do you?"
"Yeah!" me and Johnny both replied then locked pinkies.
"Don't give them any ideas," my dad laughed...."although it would save me some money, they might scare the other kids and teachers."
"We'll talk about it later, but soon....all I need is for you to give me a half hour or so of your valuable time and show me what you like in the catalog. The rest we can get downtown and I guess that can wait a while."
We finished our dinner and dad offered to take us to DQ for dessert on one condition, that we ate our ice cream outside of the car. We all pitched in and helped clean up and when we got to DQ we ordered our ice cream and sat on the picnic table behind the DQ and ate it.
The temperature had dropped at least 10 degrees and there was a cool breeze blowing out of the north and my dad said it looked like rain.
"I hope it does rain. We can float boats tomorrow if it rains enough," I said to Johnny. The drainage ditch in front of our house alway ran deep with water if it rained hard and we'd float boats from one end to the other or wade it and build dams."
"Well...it's back to the grind for me tomorrow," dad said sadly and I felt sorry for him. He worked so hard and did so much for us and sometimes I felt like I took him for granted.
"Awww...sorry dad. But you got us to come home to," I said grinning.
"And that my boy is what makes it all worth while."
Mom patted his arm and looked up at him and they smiled at each other and I looked away, not because I was grossed out, but because I didn't want to intrude on their private moment.
When we got home we sat around and watched TV for a while then mom suggested me and Johnny take a shower before it got too late and we jumped up and headed to my room to grab some clean clothes.
We'd been bathing together since we were six or seven, but of course back then it was in the tub. Now that we were older we preferred showers and now we took our showers together no matter who's house we were at. I guess things were different then because none of our parents gave us bathing together a second thought and we thought it was the most natural thing in the world.
Johnny and I wore the same size underwear and I grabbed a pair for both of us and we headed off to the bathroom. I started the shower while Johnny peed, but I decided to hold mine and surprise Johnny by peeing in the shower. I mean come on, who hasn't peed in the shower? It's not like it all doesn't go to the same place.
As we stepped into the shower Johnny goosed me and I yelped and we both giggled like little kids.
"Watch this I said stepping around Johnny so I was near the drain and I let loose with my piss.
"Hey, watch it," he said but he didn't sound worried.
I don't know what came over me that day but suddenly I spun around and started hosing Johnny down with my hot piss and he didn't even try to get out of the way. I thought he'd be mad, but he just laughed and said he'd get me back next time. I eventually ran out of piss and tried shaking the last few drops on him, but the shower head was washing the stuff away as fast as it hit so he really wasn't getting dirty anyway.
"That was fun," Johnny said still laughing, "Next time we should have piss wars with our piss shooters."
That's what I loved about Johnny, he was always up for something new. I grabbed the soap and lathered up and when I had the front all done I handed the soap to Johnny.
"Wash my back and I'll wash yours."
"Okay," he said in a strange husky voice. He started at my shoulders and worked his way down my back and his warm soapy hands felt so good on my muscles.
I sighed and leaned back against him and he wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me in closer. I could feel his cock pressing into my crack and I pushed back against him teasing him a little. His pecker began to get hard after a few minutes of that and I got kind of worried. This wasn't the place I wanted to loose my butt cherry so I pulled away a little and asked him to finish washing me.
He moaned softly but didn't say anything as he unwound from me and started washing my lower back and eventually my butt. He wasn't shy at all about touching my butt and even running his fingers down the crack and across my b-hole and I had to admit it felt good.
"Now do me," he said leaning in and whispering in my ear.
I spun around and he leaned against the wall while I soaped up his tight muscled back. I loved touching him, his soft skin with the hard muscles beneath it, and my pecker began to get hard just from the sensation. I took my time working my way slowly down his back feeling the little nubs of his back bone until my hands made it down to fine firm butt.
I loved how his butt looked, so perfect, round and full but muscular, and I took my good slow time washing it. I let my fingers wander into his crack and when I brushed his b-hole he shivered a little. I twirled my hands around his butt cheeks and made little zooming sounds and he laughed.
Leaning back into me he pressed his soapy back side against my front and I reached around him and gave his pecker a squeeze. It was semi-hard already and as I continued to squeeze it filled out to his full length and girth. He grunted as I began rubbing my other soapy hand into his balls and for a while I jacked him as I played with them.
I quit after a few minutes and smacked his butt and started rinsing off. He turned around and gave me a dirty look and I laughed.
"Later tater," I said giggling.
We rinsed off and helped each other dry off and slipped on our undies and headed off to my room. Mom and dad's door was closed so I guessed they were already in bed and that meant the house was ours.
"Are you hungry?" I asked Johnny once we were in my room.
"Yeah, what ya got?"
"This," I giggled grabbing my pecker through my underwear."
"That's a nice snack, but I'm really hungry," Johnny teased.
"Come on let's go raid the kitchen and see what we can find."
"In our underwear?"
"Sure, my folks are in bed....it's safe."
Johnny shrugged and followed my lead and when we got to the kitchen we dug through the cabinets and fridge and pulled out a few goodies. There was some baloney and cheese and crackers and an apple each and some cookies and I grabbed a couple of cans of orange soda for us to wash it down with.
Just as we got to my door my dad came out their room and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw us. "Well, what have do we have here, cat burglars?" he chuckled.
"Uh, we were a little hungry," I said grinning.
"Growing boys...." he chuckled, "well...just don't make yourself sick. Goodnight boys."
I flashed my dad a big smile and we told him goodnight and went into my room. My arms were so full I had to close the door with my foot. We piled the food on the bed and sorted it out and realized we hadn't brought any plates so we sat down Indian style with the food in between us and ate baloney on crackers and sipped our sodas. When the baloney and crackers was all gone we grabbed our apples and scooted against the headboard and ate them while we talked.
"Think your dad will drive the new car to work tomorrow?"
"No, it's for mom when he's at at work so she'll have it all day....why?"
"No reason. You gonna take Roger for a ride?"
"Yeah, as soon as I can talk mom into it. Think he's okay?"
"I don't know. It's pretty bad over there. He don't tell you half the stuff that goes on."
"But he tells you?" I frowned, why wouldn't he tell me?
He shrugged, "He doesn't want to make you upset I guess."
"But he wants to upset you?"
Johnny laughed nervously, "Naw..it's just that he knows I understand that kind of stuff. My folks have had a few good fights too, but your folks are like...perfect."
I guess I understood what he meant but it still hurt a little. I thought Roger and I were closer than that.
"Don't worry about it..okay. I'm sorry I told you that," Johnny said patting my leg.
"It's okay. So....we're gonna do it tonight...huh?" I asked nervously.
"I told you it's up to you," he said shrugging.
"I want to. I been thinking about it.....a lot, but I'm a little worried. What if it hurts too much?"
"Then I won't do it. If you tell me to stop I will."
I smiled at him, "Thanks. Hey wanna read some comics while we eat our cookies?"
After the cookies were gone and the comics put away we crept across the hall to the bathroom and peed and brushed our teeth. Since Johnny and I had started kissing I brushed my teeth a whole lot more often, but the thing that I was worried most about that night was how clean my butt was. I'd pooped that morning as usual and Johnny had fingered my hole and washed the outside really good, but was that enough?
I brushed the cracker crumbs off the bedspread and pulled it all the way to the end. It was too hot for the bedspread but later we might need the sheet so I left it on the bed. I turned off the overhead light and we piled into bed and stretched out side by side barely touching.
Johnny rolled over on his side facing me and I did the same thing and we laid there just looking at each other as our eyes adjusted to the darkness. I could feel his warm breath and smell the toothpaste on it and I felt all tingly. I was nervous and excited but I was going to let Johnny lead things.
"It's hot in here," Johnny said softly causing goose bumps to form all over my body.
"We can put the fan on us," I said hopping up and walking over to the window. I pulled the window fan out of the window and grabbed the only chair in my room and set the fan in it and pointed it toward the bed, "Is that better?"
"Yeah, lots...thanks. We're gonna need it," he chuckled.
I was shivering a little as I crawled back into bed and when I moved into place beside Johnny he reached over and pulled me against him and kissed me. His lips were soft and wet and his tongue was probing around my mouth like a little snake. It felt really good and I began to relax in his loving embrace.
He broke the kiss and nuzzled my ear and sighed softly. "Wanna get nekkid now?"
"Yesssss," I whispered and we helped each other get our undies off and then pressed our naked bodies together.
Johnny was rock hard already and it didn't take me long to get there too. I was still nervous, but I loved Johnny and I trusted him and I was ready for whatever came next.
What came next was more kissing and rubbing together but so far he hadn't even so much as touched my butt. I'd begun to wonder if he'd changed his mind and I started to get a little frustrated. I guess I wanted it as much as he did, but for different reasons. For him it was going to be like the best feeling ever, but for me it was more about giving him something special and making him love me and need me more. I guess in a way I was thinking like a girl or something. It was confusing, but it would all make sense as I got older and more in touch with my feelings.
I'd planned on letting Johnny lead things but he was taking too long and I was anxious to get it over with so I reached down and grabbed his pecker and began working it to get him going. He moaned softly and I scooted down and pushed him onto his back and began licking his balls as I continued to work his pecker skin.
"Ummm...be careful..." he gasped.
"Just getting you good and hard," I said looking up, "you wanna try it now?"
"If you do," he said sounded nervous.
He was shaking as we maneuvered into position. Now remember we were 11 years old and sex so far had consisted of jacking off and sucking, so we didn't really know what the hell we were doing. I had a vague idea of what getting cornholed was, but in no way was I prepared for what was to come.
First of all we had no concept of lube and second we didn't know anything about foreplay or fingering to loosen my butt hole up. Johnny trying to push is dry fat pecker into my hole was like trying to put your fist in your ear.
"Is that the hole?" He asked after the third or fourth try.
"Yeah, but it hurts. We must be doing something wrong," I said under my breath.
I don't know why we couldn't relate the good feeling in the shower to this. All we really needed was some kind of lubrication, but we were too naive to figure things out. He tried and he tried and to his credit he seemed more concerned about me than himself. I could tell he was getting frustrated and I didn't know what to do.
Finally after about ten minutes of sweaty and frustrating maneuvering he gave up and fell down beside me panting. We'd both wanted it so bad and it hadn't worked. At first I didn't know what to do, but something told me the answer was within reach. Roger had been talking about this stuff practically since we'd met and I had a feeling he knew exactly what we were doing wrong. Only problem was he wasn't there to ask. We didn't have smart phones or the internet, just land line phones, and I sure as heck couldn't call him up at midnight and ask him how to make Johnny's pecker fit into my butthole.
So we 69'd and I could tell from the intensity of Johnny's orgasm and the volume of sperm he produced that he had been super excited at the thought of plugging my butthole. I vowed that the next time we tried I'd make it work one way or the other, even if I walked funny for the rest of my life.
We fell asleep touching like we always did when we slept and even the heat and sweat couldn't keep us apart. I awoke once to find Johnny snuggled up to my butt with his hard pecker in my crack and I could tell he was awake. I pushed back a little and wiggled my butt hoping that magically this time it would work, but even as sweaty as we were he didn't get much further than before. But this time at least he got to rub his pecker off on my butthole and when he came we were plenty slick and sticky, but we still didn't get it. The answer was right there.
We cleaned up as best we could and fell back asleep. Johnny offered to get me off, but I was too tired and anyway I was just happy that he'd finally gotten off on my butt, even if he couldn't get in it. I loved having him snuggled up to me and I fell asleep really fast.
Johnny had to leave right after breakfast the next day and as I walked him to the street we talked about last night.
"I'm sorry it didn't work, but I'm going find out how to do it and next time...." I said fingering the necklace he'd given me.
He smiled, "Thanks, but it's okay. If we can't that's okay. I like the other stuff just fine."
"I know, me too, but I want this too."
"Okay, well...I better go. I'll see ya."
"Yeah, I'll see ya. I'll come down later if I can. And...thanks for this," I said pulling the necklace out and rubbing the penny between my fingers.
"Sure, that's good. I think I have to watch Ronnie but we can all three hang out or something. I'm glad you like the necklace, at first I was afraid you'd think it was lame."
"No way, it's fab...I love it and I love you," I said blushing and he smiled.
"Yeah, me too. See ya Robert."
"Bye, see ya later."
I watched him ride away and suddenly I felt so sad. I was becoming more and more attached to him if that was even possible and I just wanted to be with all the time now. But I had a mission and that would keep me busy till I could see him again.
I went in to see if mom had any chores for me and she reminded me that I had a lawn to mow. I'd forgotten all about it, but fortunately it was a small one and wouldn't take that long. I changed into my old tennis shoes, the ones with grass stains all over them, and gassed up the mower and headed up the block.
This lawn belonged to a guy named Jerry, but we just called him The Barber cause he worked at the barber shop where my dad and I got our hair cut. In fact that's how I got the job to begin with. My dad overheard him saying he wished he could find someone dependable to mow his lawn and well...that was me.
He was always at work when I mowed his lawn and I had to either walk up town to get paid or wait till he got home after five o'clock. I decided today that I wasn't in that big a hurry to get paid so I mowed the lawn quickly and was just about to leave when I saw the front door open and The Barber stuck his head out and hollered at me.
I zoomed over and greeted him and he told me to come on in and he'd get my money. Nowadays a kid would have been nervous about going into a single guy's house but I didn't give it a thought, even when I got inside and saw that he was only wearing a pair of shorts and no shirt.
Now first of all let me describe him. He was pretty young, probably in his middle 20's and actually pretty handsome. His body was just sort of average though, not buff or anything, and maybe a little skinny. But now that I was seeing him without a shirt I sort of changed my mind a little. He had just the right amount of hair on his chest but he had this big scar just over his heart and I wondered about that.
"You did a good job buddy,"
"Thanks," I said pulling my eyes from his chest and blushing.
"Come on back to the bedroom with me and I'll grab my wallet."
Again I had no fear at all as I followed him through the small house through the kitchen and into the single bedroom at the back of the house. The house was one of those they called a shotgun house cause you could stand in the front door and shoot into every room since they were in a straight line. The only room not in a direct line with the front and back door was the tiny bathroom which stuck out on one side.
I looked around his room while he grabbed his wallet off the dresser and I noticed how neat the place was. His bed was even made, something I hardly ever did, and there were no clothes scattered anywhere and it looked clean. Besides the dresser he had a foot locker and a straight back chair and a bedside table with a little lamp on it and even though the room was small it all seemed to fit just right.
"Here you go buddy," I'm giving you an extra fifty cents this time cause you been so good about keeping it mowed just like I like it."
"Gee thanks sir," I said pocketing the money.
"Whoa, sir makes me feel old. How about you call me Jerry?"
"Yes si...I mean okay...Jerry," I said grinning.
"So did you have a good 4th of July?" I was surprised at how friendly he was since we'd hardly ever spoken more than a few words before and all of them about the lawn.
I told him about the cabin and the fireworks and when he seemed to stay interested I told him about the boat and how we'd watched the fireworks show from the middle of the lake.
"Wow, that sounds like fun. You and your buddies are lucky ducks," he said smiling.
"Yeah, we have a lot of fun together. Well, I should go. I'm going down to my friend Roger's house and see if he wants to hang out."
"Okay bud, sounds like fun. I have the whole day off and nothing to do," he said sounding bored.
So that was why he was so talkative today, he was bored. I knew the feeling and I wondered how adults dealt with that sort of stuff. For a kid it was pretty easy to get something up, go find a friend or an adventure, but for an adult it must've sucked.
"Sorry, I hope you find something to do."
"Thanks, well...see you in two weeks."
He walked me to the door and we waved at each other and that was the last time I ever saw him. A few days later we saw an ambulance at this house and we later found out he died of some sort of heart condition. I actually cried when I found out and had to go to my room so no one would see. I felt bad because I hadn't gotten to know him better and that he was bored that day and I didn't have time for him. Of course all that was silly, I realized that later, but to an immature young boy it seemed very serious.
But that day I was still happy and anxious to get to Roger's house. I changed into my better tennis shoes and rode over to Roger's as fast as I could and found him out in his backyard playing with his dog.
"Hi," I said jumping off my bike.
"Boy am I glad to see you," he said slapping me on the back playfully.
"Things still bad with your folks?"
He nodded, "Yeah, but my dad's been gone a lot so it's not as bad as it was. So what you up to today?"
"I need to talk to you about something," I said in a low voice, "can you leave the yard?"
"Yeah, my mom don't care. Where we goin?"
"Just somewhere private where we can talk."
"Okay, let me holler at my mom."
He was back in a flash pushing his bike and we rode over to the railroad tracks and up the loading ramp by the train station and parked our bikes and sat down on the shady side with our legs hanging off the side.
"So what you wanna talk about?"
"It's about me and Johnny..uh, about something we wanna do, but we don't know how......the butt stuff. We tried, but it didn't work."
"Oh, that," he said grinning, "I figured you already done it. So what's the problem, why didn't it work?"
"I don't know, it wouldn't go in or something and it hurt. It was like having a ball bat hitting my butthole."
"Well...did you use Vaseline or something to slick his pecker up?" he laughed.
"No....is that what's wrong?"
"Probably, plus you gotta finger your butt first and get it loosened up."
"You've done this before, haven't you?"
He shrugged, "Yeah, but only a couple of times."
"So Vaseline and finger my butt first. Wow, I never thought of that."
"In the meantime you can stretch it out by fingering it in the shower or in bed. You can use spit too."
"Wow, it's that easy..."
"It's still gonna hurt, I won't lie to ya, but once you get used to it it's not that bad and after a few times it gets better."
"So.....you been butt fucked, but have you ever fucked a butt?"
"Yeah, I wouldn't let the kid do it if he didn't let me do it back. He had a bigger pecker though and I got the worse end of the deal."
"Okay, so we use Vaseline and finger my butthole first," I said thoughtfully. I was getting a boner just thinking about it.
There was always a open box car full of sand sitting beside the platform and sometimes us kids played in there. I'd heard they used the sand on the trains for some reason but all I knew was it was a cool place to go and play or jerk off occasionally.
I glanced over at the box car and looked at Roger, "Wanna go in there and mess around?"
"Okay," Roger said grinning.
It was warmer inside the box car but the sand still felt cool and we pulled off our shoes and socks and waded through it and climbed up the little hill of sand pretending we were in the desert and lost for days. Sometimes there was a lot of sand in the car and sometimes it was almost empty, but this time it was full on both sides and maybe three deep at that most. Of course toward the middle it was much more shallow otherwise it would have ran out the open door so we kept to the corners where the sand was deepest.
Once we were all the way up the little sand hill and standing against the wall we began to wrestle and play grab ass and pretty soon we were on the sand and grabbing at each other's pecker. Roger got me on my back and started fooling with my zipper and I quit struggling and let him pull my shorts and undies open but not off. I didn't want sand in my crack.
My pecker was hard as a rock and he gave it a few strokes before finally taking it in his mouth. Man it felt good to be getting a blow job right there in that box car with the door wide open. I guess it was the element of danger again that made it seem so exciting but for whatever reason I was really enjoying what Roger was doing.
"Hey," he said looking up at me as he came up off my cock, "Wanna try fucking me?"
"What? I don't know....I never thought about it before, not doing it I mean. What about the Vaseline.....?"
"We can use spit and I'm not too tight. I finger my butt a lot....."
For a couple of seconds I just laid there and thought about what was being offered. On one hand it seemed like cheating, but on the other hand it was a great opportunity to learn how to give Johnny what I knew he wanted and needed from me. In the end my pecker made the decision for me as it throbbed and seemed to point straight at Roger.
"I....guess, but I can't let you do it back."
"I know that, you want Johnny to do that, but this will help. This way you can see how it's done."
"Okay....uh, not in the sand though. I don't want sand all over my pecker," I giggled excitedly.
"We can stand up and do it, come on," he said standing and offering his hand.
I managed to hold my shorts up as we waddled over to the wall and Roger pushed his shorts and underwear down to reveal his chubby butt. It was pink and plump, not fat, just right, and the sight of it made my hard pecker throb again. I guess if I had to describe Roger's butt better I'd say it was more like a girl's butt than a boys. It was soft looking and round and very cute and I was looking forward to putting my cock between those plump mounds of flesh.
He spread his cheeks and for the first time I got a really good look at a boy's asshole. It was brownish pink and wrinkled looking but it looked clean and when he suddenly reached back and started fingering it I moved closer to get a better look. I could see his finger disappear inside his butthole and he sort of moaned and his breathing became labored as he continued, pausing now and then to wet his finger again and giving me a chance to see his butthole again.
It was gaping open a little the last time he pulled his finger away and suddenly he looked back at me and said, "Spit on your pecker and put it in now."
I was trembling as I pushed my shorts and underwear down to my knees and spit into my hand and brought it to my pecker. I moaned from pleasure as I rubbed the spit into my pecker then hocked up another mouthful of spit and added it just to be sure.
"Okay, take it slow, but don't give up. It takes a little work, but you can do it."
I moved up behind Roger and he reached back and pulled his butt cheeks apart again and I could see his hole all slick looking and slightly open. It excited me like nothing ever had and now I knew why Johnny was so excited about doing this stuff.
I reached down and grabbed my pecker and lined it up with Roger's shiny hole and pushed. At first nothing happened, then Roger grunted like he was taking a shit and told me to push harder. I grabbed his waist to give me leverage and pushed harder.
Roger grunted as my pecker slipped in just a little and he told me to wait a minute and I did. "Okay, now push some more and don't stop till I tell ya."
I did as I was told and suddenly my pecker was surrounded by the warm wetness of his body and I had never felt anything so wonderful in my whole life. If this was what Johnny was going to feel then I couldn't wait to get him inside me like this.
Slowly, inch my inch, my pecker slipped inside Roger's hot tight hole until my nuts were resting against his smooth soft ass.
"Okay, now go in and out...." Roger said sounding far away.
I guess fucking just comes natural cause I took to it like a duck to water. Pretty soon I was sweating and thrusting while I held Roger around the waist pounding away like I owned his ass. Roger seemed to like what I was doing and after a while he was actually pushing back against me and jerking his pecker at the same time.
Well, as you can imagine I didn't last long. I mean this was my first fuck and Roger's hole was so hot and tight and squishy, but I tried not to think about what the squishy part was. When I came I grabbed Roger almost roughly and rammed my cock into his hole all the way and just held him as I fired off my boy sperm into his bowels.
"Uhhhhh..oooooo....gawwwwwd.....that feels so....good."
"Ahh...ahhh...ahhhh, I'm coming......" Roger gasped and I swear I heard his sperm hit the box car wall.
I stayed in him a few minutes longer then pulled out staring at my pecker the whole time as it reappeared from it's dark secret place and as I had feared there was a little brown on it. I didn't know what to do though. I didn't have any tissues or anything to wipe it on but fortunately Roger had a warn handkerchief in his pocket and he cleaned my pecker off then wiped his butt on it and buried it in the sand.
"Now, next time we come back here we can unbury it and remember what we did today," Roger giggled.
"That was good.....really good....better than good....amazing...."
"I know, it feels good. Just like fucking a girl...only maybe better, tighter maybe, but you don't have any tits to play with," he laughed.
"I could play with your tits next time," I joked.
"Man I came hard while you were fucking me. I guess I like getting fucked," he said frowning.
"I think I will too...I mean having Johnny do it."
"Cause you guys are in love, right?"
I blushed bright red, "Does it show?"
He laughed and slapped me on the back, "Man, it's written all over your face. You guys are lucky. You got each other and that's cool."
"We can still do stuff....." I said lamely, we had just fucked, of course we could do stuff.
"Yeah, and that's cool. I don't need a boyfriend, it's too complicated for me right now."
It seemed hotter in the boxcar now and after pulling up our shorts we walked back onto the platform. The fresh air felt good on our sweaty bodies. I couldn't believe I'd just had real sex with a boy. I'd fucked a boy in the butt and it was amazing and I couldn't wait to let Johnny fuck me and let him see just how good it was.
"Let's go get a pop," I said digging two dimes out of my pocket and handing Roger one.
We walked our bikes over to the Sinclair station and got little bottles of coke and sat down in the shade on the side of the building and drank them so we wouldn't have to pay for the deposit on the bottles. The guy inside was named Todd and he was a fat balding guy that talked funny but he was always nice to everyone and we liked him a lot. My folks said he had been in some war and got shot in the butt and he liked to tell the story to anyone who'd listen. He said it felt like something bit him and then he felt the blood in his pants and he was screaming Medic, Medic, and he laughed the whole time they were fixing him up.
We finished our pop and put the bottles in the wooden box sitting by the machine and said goodbye to Todd and got on our bikes and rode away. We didn't have any particular destination in mind but eventually we wound up riding toward Johnny's house.
When we turned onto Chrissy and Evelyn's street they were out front and Evelyn was holding a black and white cat. They waved and yelled at us and we rode over to them and stood there with our bikes between our legs while we talked.
"Where you guys going, to Johnny's?" Chrissy asked.
"Yeah, probably. Can I hold your cat Evelyn?"
She handed me her cat and I rubbed it's head against my face. I liked cats but my folks wouldn't let me have one. My dad said I could have a dog, but I really didn't want a dog for some reason.
"You can come in if you want," Chrissy said smiling, "the bitch and the bastard are gone," she giggled. That was their pet names for their grandparents.
I looked at Roger and he shrugged, but I could see he was sort of excited by the idea of being alone with two cute girls. Of course I didn't think of them that way. To me they were just two friends that I'd known for a long time and enjoyed playing with...and that they were girls was nothing special to me.
We parked our bikes and followed them inside to the den which was at the back of the small house and where the TV was. They had a couch and a chair and this thing called a chaise lounge which Chrissy liked to stretch out on while she watched TV.
Chrissy had long smooth legs and wasn't very curvy for a girl while Evelyn who was younger actually had more of what I considered a girl's body. Chrissy was a bit of a tomboy and rough and tumble as her boy friends and she was one of those natural born leaders.
I couldn't help notice that Roger was looking at Chrissy's legs and then his eyes drifted up to her very short shorts and he stared at her crotch as if he had x ray vision. Despite being a tomboy Chrissy liked boys and was a bit of a flirt. I'd learned that when she put the moves on this kid that used to live next door to me named Eddie. He was a year older than Chrissy and pretty cute and she was always asking me about him and when her and Evelyn would come down to visit me she would always spend time with him if he was home.
One time they were down at my house after dark and the two of them disappeared for a long time and I swear when they finally showed up they acted really nervous. I didn't think of it much back then, but later I realized they must've been up to something...maybe kissing or making out, but I don't think they were having sex.
Evelyn liked me more than I liked her and sometimes she would try to get me alone and she would act all soft and feminine and it made me feel a little funny. I mean I liked her a lot, but not that way, and it was uncomfortable for me when she started that stuff.
That day she convinced me go outside with her to see something in their playhouse. Their playhouse was really cool and even had a bed in it and a window and door and carpet on the floor. Her grandpa (the bastard) had built it on the back of the garage and they kept some of their dolls and toys in there since it was weatherproof.
When we got into the playhouse I asked her what she wanted to show me and she leaned into me and kissed my cheek and giggled.
"That, plus I wanted to leave Chrissy and Roger alone so they could kiss," she laughed.
"Uh....do they even know each other that way?" I stuttered.
"I know how they were looking at each other," she said falling down on the bed, "Sit by me...okay?"
I nervously sat down on the bed as far away from her as I could but after a few minutes she began to scoot closer. "Chrissy is boy crazy," she explained, "she likes all boys...even you, but she likes you as a friend and not like that."
"Doesn't she have a boyfriend?"
"Not now, they broke up so it's okay."
What's okay? I wondered. Was she going to let Roger fuck her? I wasn't sure how I felt about that. In some ways it was exciting but in others it seemed wrong. I can't really explain how I felt, but I did know that if it had been Johnny instead of Roger, I'd have been devastated.
"Don't worry she won't let it go too far."
"I don't care what they do," I lied, "I'm not Roger's boss or anything."
She laughed and grabbed my hand and held it and we just sat there for a long time. She didn't try to kiss me again, but I could smell her perfume and her girl scent I kind of wished she would. Eventually we went out to the yard and swung on their swing set and pretty soon Roger and Chrissy came out of the house looking guilty, just like Chrissy and Eddie had that night. I couldn't wait to get Roger alone and find out what went on in there while we were gone.
We played a little while longer then their grandparents came home and we decided it was time to go see Johnny. As we rode off Chrissy and Evelyn waved to us and as soon as were out of sight Roger started spilling his guts.
"You won't believe what happened!"
"Let me guess, you and Chrissy kissed," I giggled.
"Yeah, how did you know?....but that's not all. She showed me her twat and it was so pretty."
"What, no way...did she see your pecker?"
"Yep and she held it in her hand and said it was nice."
"No way, I've known Chrissy forever and I can't imagine her doing that." But the real truth was...I could imagine it quite easily.
He babbled all the way to Johnny's house talking about how pretty her pussy was and how she even had some hair down there and it was so soft.
"Wait, you touched it?"
"Oh yeah, I touched it and her hair and it was amazing. I wanted to bury my face in it. It smelled so good and it was sort of wet. My pecker was throbbing wanting to get in there."
"So why didn't you..you know, fuck her?"
"Awww....girls don't let guy fuck em. They want to be virgins on their wedding night or something. That's why us boys have to help each other out all the time. I bet girls do that too. Yeah," he said excitedly, "I bet Chrissy and Evelyn finger each other's pussies all the time."
Despite being bothered by all the girl and pussy talk my cock was rock hard and pressing against my shorts painfully. Fortunately we arrived at Johnny's and he was playing with Ronnie and Roger didn't talk about it anymore till later.
We played in the hose and everyone was dunking Ronnie and picking him up and making him giggle. He was wearing those little shorts again and you could see his little pecker through them and his butt and it was pretty clear that he wasn't wearing any underwear.
When we finally got tired of playing in the hose we sat down in the shade of Johnny's house and talked. I could tell Roger wanted to talk about what had happened with Chrissy, but I guess he was afraid to say anything in front of Ronnie. Roger didn't know him as well as we did and I was pretty sure Ronnie would have liked hearing about that stuff, but I could see why Roger was holding back.
Finally Ronnie's mom came for him and he gave me and Johnny a hug then looked at Roger shyly and hugged him too. Roger was smiling as we watched him walk away and as soon as he was out of sight Roger began telling Johnny all about him and Chrissy.
"She's boy crazy," Johnny said when Roger was finished, "I know cause she let me touch her twat once too, but she didn't get to touch my pecker cause her grandma yelled for us to get out of her room and go outside."
Well I didn't like that news at all and how come I'd never heard this before? Was Johnny making this us just to impress us or take away from Roger's story?"
"What about you and Evelyn, what did you do out in the playhouse?" Roger asked suddenly as if he'd just thought of it.
I had a brilliant idea. If Johnny was bragging about Chrissy then I'd brag about Evelyn, only instead of lying I'd just tell a little bit and leave the rest up to their imagination.
"Oh, well I can't tell you everything, but we kissed," I said mysteriously, "I promised not to tell." Just a little white lie.
"Awwww....I bet they did it," Roger said grinning, "Evelyn has liked you for a long time...since first grade. I bet she'd let you do anything...wouldn't she Robert?"
I shrugged, "I can't talk about it, that's all."
So the seeds were planted and I could see the wheels turning in their heads as they fantasized what me and Evelyn had been up to. By the time we went inside to get a drink and a cookie they had asked me every question they could think up, but I wouldn't budge. Since there was nothing to tell, it was easy to keep quiet.
At four Roger said he had to get home and it was just me and Johnny. We went to his room and he closed the door and latched it with the little hook and eye latch he'd put on it himself. I knew he wanted to mess around if he locked the door and I was ready.
"So now that we're alone you gonna tell me what you and Evelyn did today?" he said looking at me and grinning.
"I can't," I said simply, "but I have something else to tell you and I think you're gonna like it."
"What is it?"
"I found out how to do....you know... what we tried to do the other night."
"How?" he asked looking excited.
"Well, since Roger talked about that stuff all the time I decided he'd be the one to ask about it and I was right."
"So...what did he say?"
"We had the right idea, we just didn't do it right, that's all. You have to use Vaseline or spit or something and a finger to loosen my b-hole up."
"Really?" he asked looking thoughtful, then he frowned, "how do you know it'll work?"
"Cause me and Roger tried it."
"You....you let Roger fuck you?" he said looking upset.
"No silly, I only want you to do that...I fucked Roger."
"Oh....you did...umm...how was it?"
"Amazing, wonderful, the best ever and I want you to feel that way too...when we do it I mean."
"My...uh mom is gone and we have the place all to ourselves....."
"Wanna try it? Only we need to make sure we got something to clean up with...some toilet paper or something cause it might be messy."
"There's some Vaseline in the bathroom I think," Johnny said sounding more excited.
He unlatched the door and ran out and when he returned he had a small jar of Vaseline and a roll of Northern toilet paper. He latched the door back and turned to me with excited eyes.
I smiled and started getting undressed. For my first time with Johnny I wanted us both to be totally naked. Johnny stripped off his clothes and his pecker was already hard and I swear it looked bigger. I swallowed hard wondering what I'd gotten myself into and if even with slickem and a little fingering it would fit in my poop hole. But I was determined to try even if it hurt like heck and I bled like a stuck hog.
We kissed a little and played with each other's pecker for a while, but we were both anxious to get to it and so I finally rolled onto my tummy and sort of arched my back and stuck my butt in the air.
"Okay, use some Vaseline and put your finger in there to loosen it up for a little bit."
I could tell he was as nervous as I was but when his slick finger found my b-hole and it slipped right in we both relaxed a little. It actually felt kind of good, like taking a good shit, and as he worked it deeper he hit something inside me that sent tingles all through my body.
"You okay?"
"Yeah..good. Keep doing that only use two fingers now," I said remembering what Roger had told me.
He pulled his finger out and put some more grease on it and the one next to it and found my butthole again and pushed them slowly inside. It wasn't quite as easy as the one finger, but it didn't hurt really. It just felt sort of funny and I felt full all of a sudden. Then he hit that place again and I moaned lowly and he pulled back thinking he'd hurt me I guess.
"No, don't stop, it feels good," I said shakily.
He stuck them back in and fingered my butt for quite a while but eventually I decided it was time for the real thing.
"Okay, now try your pecker," I said shaking as if I were freezing.
"Okay, but if it hurts....tell me and I'll stop."
"Okay, just take it slow....okay?"
He nodded as I looked back at him and then he straddled me and pressed my cheeks apart and looked at my butthole for a minute.
"Man, Robert I never knew a butthole could look so pretty," he giggled.
I wiggled my butt at him and smiled, "It likes you and wants your pecker in it," I teased.
"Should I put some Vaseline on my pecker?"
"Yeah, I forgot. Get it good and slick and it'll slide right in I bet."
I felt the bed move as Johnny grabbed the jar of Vaseline and pulled back his foreskin and greased up his pecker head. I tried to relax like Roger told me to do, but I was so nervous I was trembling.
Then Johnny slapped my rear playfully, lined up his pecker and pushed.
"Uh...take it slow."
"I will...relax..."
I pushed like I was taking a shit and hoped I didn't poop on Johnny or fart, but instead I felt his pecker slip in a little deeper. We both grunted as the head pushed through the sphincter and once that big old fat head was in the rest was easy.
Slowly inch by inch he continued to advance until I felt his balls tickle my ass.
"It's in," he grunted, "it's all in, we did it."
"Okay," I gasped, "fuck me." but just as he started moving we heard the front door slam and then his sister yelling from outside the bedroom door.
"What are you queers doing in there, fucking each other's butts?" she yelled as she was banging on the door and laughing.
Well needless to say we both went soft instantly and Johnny's pecker slipped out of my butt and he grabbed the toilet tissue and wiped us clean and then we were scrambling to get dressed. The whole time she was beating on the door and calling us queers and laughing and rattling the door knob and when we were dressed Johnny started yelling back.
"Shut up you bitch, we're reading comic books...that's all. We locked the door to keep your dumb ass out."
"I bet, I can smell your butts all the way out here," she cackled, "I'm gonna tell mom and dad you were fucking."
We both knew she was full of shit and that she'd never tell on us even if she did know something, but it was still made us mad, especially since she'd messed up our first time going all the way.
"The Vaseline," I whispered as I scooped it up and hid it under his pillow. I straightened out the covers and grabbed a comic book and sat down quickly on the bed.
Johnny grabbed one too and finally unlatched the door. She didn't offer to come in though, she just took one look inside and rolled her eyes, "You two are such losers. Get a life."
"Get a life, get a life? Why don't you get a life?" I exploded, "Why are you always bugging us? What did we ever do to you?" I screamed suddenly out of control. Maybe it was just from the frustration of our aborted fuck, or maybe it was a lot of things, but suddenly I was off the bed and headed her way with my fists doubled up and I'm sure that if Johnny hadn't put out his arm and stopped me I might have hit her and I've no doubt she would have kicked my butt in return.
"Hey, I was just kidding," she said backing off and looking a little scared, "I just came home to grab my clothes, I'm staying at Jamie's tonight, " she said more to Johnny than me.
"Get em and go," Johnny yelled, "and leave us the fuck alone."
"Okay, okay......" she disappeared down the hall and we didn't see her again that day. One more interesting thing that came out of that day, after that she was a lot nicer to me when I was down there. Oh sure she still gave Johnny hell, I guess that's what brothers and sisters do, but she left me out of it after that day.
We were too freaked out to try again and I needed to get on home so Johnny walked me to my bike. I hated his sister more than ever now and I barely spoke to her for a long time after that.
We stood in his front yard, me straddling my bike and Johnny holding onto my handlebars, and looked into each other's eyes. "I'm sorry we didn't get to do it," I said frowning.
"It's okay, we almost did and now we know it works so next time...."
"Yeah and I can't wait. Johnny....."
"Yeah?"
"I want to tell you something.....nothing happened today with me and Evelyn. I don't know why I tried to fool you and Roger. I guess I was sort of upset cause of....of you and Chrissy," I said looking down at my feet."
He laughed, "You dog. It's okay, I never saw Chrissy's pussy either, I just didn't want Roger to think he was the only one who ever saw a pussy."
"You...you didn't," I said looking up and grinning.
"I was gonna tell you that, but I forgot. I don't like lying to you."
I smiled, "Me either. Let's promise to never lie to each other from now on."
He smiled back, "Okay, shake on it," he said sticking out his hand.
I grabbed it and we shook hard and then giggled and hugged each other for a minute not caring who saw us. We pulled apart and stood there a minute looking around but there was no one in sight.
"Well...I should go. I wish...I wish I could stay or you could come home with me, but I know we can't." I pulled my necklace out and held it up and kissed the penny, "I wish that was you."
He grinned and pulled his out and kissed it like I had done, "From now on that will be our secret code. When we can't kiss each other we'll kiss our necklace."
"Yeah, cool. Johnny...." my heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to pop out of my chest, and my mouth was so dry I could barely speak, "I miss you all the time when we're not together and I can't wait to see you. I don't know what's happening to me...I've never felt this way before...."
He smiled, "You mean it? Cause I feel the same way too. I wish we could live in the same house and be together all the time and sleep in the same bed every night. Gosh, it's so rad that you feel the same way."
I sighed, "God, I'm glad to hear it's not just me. I feel much better now. Well...gotta go, but I'll try to see you tomorrow."
"You better," he said grinning and touching my hand gently, "If you don't I'll be down there."
I smiled, "Bye....I...love you," I said quickly and started to ride away before I threw the bike down and jumped him.
"Me too, byeeeee," he said as I rode away and when I looked back he was still standing there watching me.
When I got home I went to the bathroom, locked the door and sat down on the pot. My butthole was still slick with Vaseline and I fingered it a little and it felt so good that I wound up jacking off as I fingered myself. I came hard and after I cleaned up I went in to see what was for dinner.
A lot had happened that day but the most important thing was that now I knew Johnny felt the same way about me that I felt about him. I'd learned a few things about girls today too, maybe they weren't as sweet and innocent as I'd thought. I'd had my first real sex, but I felt sort of like it should have been with Johnny and not Roger. Of course I wasn't even sure if Johnny would let me do that to him, but maybe I should have just trusted what Roger told me and not actually done it. I was relieved that Johnny hadn't done anything with Chrissy, but I wondered if the opportunity ever came up would he be strong enough to resist a girl letting him do that.
I liked to think I was open minded and that I only wanted Johnny to be happy, but the truth was I was wanted him all to myself and I think in the back of my mind I thought that once we had real sex I would be all he needed. It was all very confusing especially considering the fact that both of us were messing with Roger and that didn't seem to bother me that much. Maybe it was the girl thing that really bothered me. I mean I felt like I could compete with another boy, but girls were a whole different thing.
I went to sleep that night wondering what would happen if Johnny ever met a girl he liked. Where would that leave me? How could I share him with a girl? I guess I was over-thinking things, but they seemed like real issues to me and I was more than ever deternined to give him what he wanted..what we both wanted.
We didn't get together the rest of the week despite our promises to one another. Unfortunately when you're a kid you are pretty much a victim of the whims of your parents. Johnny got in trouble for hitting his stupid assed-sister and I had chores out the ass to do as well as two lawns to mow.
As I said before the guy down the street named Jerry (the Barber) died and that made me so sad I hid in my room most of the next day and didn't feel like being around anyone. I guess my mom told my dad that I'd taken Jerry's death pretty hard cause that evening he took me for a ride in the new car and we had a talk.
"You know son death is a part of living. I know you haven't had a lot of experience with it, but as you get older you'll understand it better. Now I'm not saying you shouldn't grieve for those who pass away, but sometimes it helps to be around others who are grieving too."
I looked at him and frowned, "You mean you feel bad about Jerry dying too?"
"I know we didn't really know him that well...but he was a nice guy. He always had a nice smile and a kind word when we'd see him at the barber shop and he always said good things about you and what a good job you did on his lawn."
I told him about that last day and how Jerry had said he was bored and had nothing to do and how I had rushed off to go see Roger and how bad I felt about it.
"It sounds like you two had a good talk that day. There's nothing to feel guilty about. He was an adult and he had a life of his own. Don't blame yourself for not sticking around."
"I just feel bad that I never really got to know him dad. I think he was a nice guy too. He said I should call him Jerry cause sir made him feel old. He was a young guy dad, how could he die of a heart attack? I thought only old people died from that."
"It wasn't exactly a heart attack son, but actually anyone at any age can have a heart attack. He was born with a weak heart and had several operations, but in the end his heart just gave out on him. He was able to call the ambulance, but by the time they got there he was already gone."
So that explained the scar on his chest. I don't know if I felt better about things but at least I understood things better now. We wound up at DQ and ice cream seemed to help and we even ate it in the car. By the time we got home I was in a pretty good mood and mom met us with hugs and kisses and we had a good evening together.
The week passed quickly and before I knew it it was Monday and I was ready for to see my buddies again. Johnny was still in trouble and couldn't leave his yard, but he could have company...well me anyway, and I rode like the wind that Monday to see my love.
He met me out front and we bumped together like two puppies. We'd both missed each other so much and we were so happy to be together again that nothing else mattered.
"Your mom home?"
"Nope, no one. I'm on the honor system or something," he laughed.
"Can we go to your room?"
"Yeah, come on," he said grinning.
"How long she gonna be gone?"
"A while...her and aunt Trudy went shopping."
"Where's your sister?"
"Who knows. She's hardly ever home, but don't worry about her. I think she's afraid of you now," he laughed.
"So....we're all alone and no one to interrupt us....."
He closed the door behind him and latched it, "Nope, we're all alone. Why? Whatcha thinking about doin?"
Was he that dense or was he teasing me?
"Oh, I don't know. Is there anything you'd like to do?"
He shrugged, "This maybe," he said leaning in and kissing me and pretty soon we were making out like crazy.
The clothes came off in a flash and we were naked on the bed and wrestling around and kissing with hardons.
"What about the Vaseline?" I asked breathlessly.
"I bought my own jar," he said grinning, "it's right here." He reached under the pillow and pulled out a tiny jar of the stuff and only then did I notice a roll of toilet paper on the nightstand.
"Were you expecting me?" I laughed.
"I knew you'd be back someday."
"Come on let's do this before we get interrupted again," I said pushing him off me and rolling onto my stomach.
He got up on his knees and this time he took care of everything without being told what to do. He worked my butthole for a few minutes and it felt pretty good. I'd been practicing in the shower at home and in my bed and his fingers slipped in easily.
"Do it now," I said looking back at him.
He nodded and grabbed the Vaseline and lathered up his pecker head and I felt the bed move as he moved into position. This is it, I thought, finally we're gonna do this and Johnny is going to shoot his sperm in my butt and he's gonna be so in love with me that no girl can ever take him away from me. I know that was a strange thing to be thinking but I guess that's what it had meant to me all along.
This time when he put his pecker head against my butthole it slid in so easy we were both surprised. Before we knew what was happening his pecker was balls deep in my almost virgin butthole and he was finally taking what was his from the start.
He was trembling as he began moving, pulling out almost all the way then pushing back slowly as we both shook with excitement. I felt absolutely no pain this time, just a fullness and eventually he hit that place inside that sent shivers through my body. I know now it was his pecker rubbing against my prostate, but back then I had no idea why it felt so good.
I wondered if that was what a girl felt when a boy fucked her, but I didn't have time to think about because Johnny suddenly started fucking me so fast I was bouncing all over the place. I knew he was close because of the way he was breathing and the urgency of his thrusts and I actually felt like I could come too just from his pecker rubbing that thing inside me.
"Oh shittttttttt......." he grunted as he pushed deep and shook as if he was being electrocuted. He made a couple of shallow thrusts then he buried his pecker in my ass and fell down on top of me nuzzling my neck and breathing as fast as if he'd just ran a race.
He laid there on top of me for a long time, our sweaty bodies stuck together like glue, but I didn't mind it. In fact I loved it. I loved feeling him on me and in me and I think at that moment I understood what it must be like for a man and woman who loved each other and shared this kind of closeness. But that brought up new questions. If a man and woman could have those feelings, why couldn't two men, or two women, or in our case two boys? Maybe we were only 11, but we'd already done more stuff than some older guys had.
"Ughhhhh...am I squashing you?"
"No, I like it. Stay there as long as you want."
He sighed, "I'm so tired, but happy right now."
"So...it was good....right?"
"Aw man, it was the best ever. Thanks for letting me do this."
"I've wanted to for a long time. You can do it anytime you want from now on."
"Really? How about now?"
I giggled, "You mean you wanna do it again right now?"
"Well...not this minute, but this is too good to just do once. How about I suck you off then I do it again?"
"Sounds good to me," I said happily.
He pulled out of me and he was still hard. There was a little brown on the end of his pecker but he didn't act like it bothered him at all. He just wiped it off with the toilet paper and rolled me over and attacked my pecker like he was starved for it.
Since I'd come so close to coming while he was fucking me it didn't take long for him to get me going. He played with my balls as he sucked me then his hand snaked down between my legs and he fingered my slimy hole and that was all it took. I cried out as I began unloading in his mouth and I was pretty proud of the size of the load I gave him that afternoon.
When I had cooled down enough to roll over Johnny mounted me again. I was already slick enough and he slippped in easily and had at it. Needless to say it took him a lot longer to come this time and I loved every minute of it. He seemed to be refining his technique as he went and this time he seemed to be in complete control the whole time.
His pecker was rubbing that spot in me again and I felt like I could come a second time and I was in a frenzy. It felt so good having him on top of me and his pecker inside me and though I wouldn't understand it till I was older, I'd found my calling.
Johnny finished up deep inside me as he lay atop me making lazy circles with his hips and grinding his hard pecker inside me. It felt wonderful and when he suddenly entwined his hands and feet with mine I felt as if we were sharing more than just a fuck. I felt like we were one person, joined not just in body, but in soul. Of course I didn't have those words back then, but that was the feeling that I went through me as I lay there as Johnny made love to me.
He came gently this time, cooing and nuzzling my neck, and when he was spent he just lay there unmoving except for an occasional kiss on my neck. I loved how it felt even more than the first time and I would willingly have laid there the rest of the day and let him fuck me as many times as he wanted, but unfortunately twice in a row was all he could handle.
He eventually pulled out and wiped his pecker off and then cleaned me up lovingly and gently and we got dressed. It was hot in his room and our little workout had left us both hot and sweaty so after taking a piss he grabbed us a can of pop from the fridge and we went outside to cool off.
As we sat down in the shade behind his house and drank our pop we talked about what had just happened.
"So, I always wondered what that would feel like. Now I know."
"And you liked it...right?"
"Huh, liked it? Naw...I loved it," he said grinning.
"Good, cause so did I. Know what my favorite part was?"
He looked at me curiously, "What, the blow job?"
"No silly, I mean when you were fucking me. I liked when you held my hands and put your feet against mine."
"Oh, that..yeah that was nice. I just thought of that all of a sudden and it felt good."
"So......you wanna do it again some time?"
"Oh yeah, definitely whenever we can. I mean if you do....."
"Definitely. I'd do it everyday if I could."
"You....um...you're not upset that I didn't let you do it back are you?"
"Nope, I don't want to."
"Huh, you don't?"
"No, I can't explain it, but I only want you to fuck me. Is that okay?"
He smiled and I could see relief fill his face. "Yeah, if that's what you want."
"Good. Uh...does it bother you that I did that to Roger?"
"No...I guess not...but I might not like it if he did it to you."
"Don't worry...no one but you can do that," I said reaching down and patting his leg.
He smiled and I could see something come over his face that I would come to recognize over time as that feeling of male pride that comes from feeling like you own someone body and soul.
"How long can you stay?"
"Just till five, but if you're ungrounded by Friday mom and dad said you can stay over the whole weekend and go the company picnic at my dad's work on Sunday."
"I bet they'll let me. I been doing extra chores and I even been nice to my sister when my folks are around."
"Good, cause we can do what we just did both nights," I said grinning. I had him hooked on my butt and I wasn't about to let him forget it.
"I wish we had time....."
"Who says we don't?"
He looked at me nervously, "You sure?"
"Come on," I said jumping up and offering my hand, "I gotta use the bathroom, come with me."
So the third time we did it was in Johnny's bathroom while I bent over the toilet and Johnny fucked me standing up like I had Roger. I think Johnny really liked this position and he really pounded me hard. Toward the end he reached around and jacked my pecker and it didn't take much to get me off. I shot my load in the toilet and then Johnny grunted, grabbed my hips and shoved his cock all the way up my ass and shot his third load of the day.
This time there was no snuggling or basking in the afterglow. We cleaned up and got dressed and went outside again to cool off. I hung around for another hour or so then we said goodbye and I rode home. My butt felt wet and squishy and I wondered if Johnny's sperm was leaking out of my butthole and I began to get worried. What if my mom noticed the sperm stains mixed with butt juice? Would she figure things out and freak? Well, no way was I going to let that happen. No, those undies would have to disappear once I took them off. I smiled at my cleverness. Needless to say there that wasn't the last time I'd have to use my cleverness to cover my tracks.
End of Part 9
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