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Tween to Teen
(sequel to My 11th Summer)
By: Kewl Dad


Chapter THIRTEEN
    GIRLS HAVE COOTIES

Thanksgiving came and went,  then Christmas, and finally the New Year. Johnny spent most of the Holidays with me, but since his folks had got back together he was spending more time with them. I didn't really mind, because I knew it was important, and besides I enjoyed spending time with my family too. 

Mikey was growing like a weed, as dad said, and was a lot more interesting now and I spent a lot of time watching him when I was home. Sometimes Johnny would help me babysit while mom did chores or took an occasional nap. Johnny seemed to be closer to Mikey now and I figured it was because he'd lost his sister. 

He didn't talk about her that much anymore, but sometimes he'd get this far away and sad look in his eyes and I was pretty sure he was thinking of her. I guess no matter how bad their relationship had been, he still loved her and would miss her forever. He told me once that the worst part was that he never got to say goodbye, but at least their last words weren't cross ones. In fact, he said they had actually had a civil conversation that morning at breakfast.

We toasted in the New Year with Welch's grape juice because my folks didn't drink at all, and at midnight we hugged and slapped each other's back. Of course later when we were alone we kissed, but not in front of my folks.

Johnny slept over and we made love slowly and gently that night and fell asleep in each other's arms. It was a wonderful night and I don't think I'd slept that good in a long time.

The next day the weather was frigid and the sky was overcast and there was snow in the forecast, but it didn't snow until the following day. New Year's day we stayed inside and played board games and that evening dad took Johnny home.

I missed him as soon as he was out of the car door and we watched till he went inside. I moved up front by dad and he gave me a knowing look.

"You guys sure are close." His words didn't sound accusing, just thoughtful, and I didn't feel the need to defend myself.

"You know how it is..."

Dad nodded, "Yeah, I remember when I was your age. Life was all about friends and hanging out and playing games and having fun. Hang onto that son, someday the fun and games will be over and you'll find yourself all grown up with a family and a job and obligations."

"Is that bad?"

"No, don't get me wrong. I love you and your mom and I wouldn't trade my life for anyones, but those day as a boy will always be special for me. I want that for you too. That's why your mom and I are so easy when it comes to Johnny and your friends hanging out."

"Thanks dad, that means a lot to me...to us. Someday I want to be just like you...when I have kids I mean."

Dad laughed, "I hope you're even better son. You have a sweet nature about you and I think you'll make someone a good mate...someday."

I was surprised he didn't say husband instead of mate, but I didn't think it meant anything at the time.

Mom was rocking Mikey when we got home and dad and I sat down on the couch and watched TV. I kept thinking about what dad had said about making the best of my boyhood and I realized that he might not be as happy as he acted. Was it that way with all adults? Most kids spent all their time wanting to grow up and it seemed like most adults wished they could be kids again. It was confusing, but I had never really been that anxious to grow up anyway. I liked being a kid and having a certain amount of freedom. I even liked school and as far as I was concerned my life was pretty much perfect right now.

I excused myself after a while and took a hot bath and soaked till the water started getting cool. My butthole was a little sore from Johnny's pounding it the night before, and that morning, and the warm water felt great. I wondered if his was sore too, cause I had pounded him pretty hard too.

I dressed in my ski pajamas because it was so cold and slipped on socks to keep my feet warm. Mom had dinner fixed, ham sandwiches and left over yams and black eyed peas, and we ate in relative silence. 

Dad seemed extra quiet and thoughtful and I wondered if he was thinking about his boyhood. Mom was busy with Mikey and didn't seem to notice, but Mom never seemed to be moody at all. She was pretty much always happy and in a good mood and didn't seem to have a care in the world. Oh sure, she got tired sometimes and needed a nap or a foot rub from dad, but she always bounced back and was there for us no matter what. Looking back I realize I took my mom for granted way too much, but I did my best to thank her by being as good a son as I could and helping with Mikey and stuff.

I helped mom do the dishes and clean up then excused myself to my room to read. I'd checked out some books from the school library before the Christmas break and wanted to finish them. Back then I was really into sci-fi and Robert A. Heinlein was my favorite author. I could read for hours, picturing the characters and locations in my fertile mind, and becoming completely absorbed in the story. 

Johnny wasn't quite as big a reader as I was, preferring comic books to novels, but occasionally he would surprise me by taking an interest in some book I raved about. Maybe he was doing it just for me, but for whatever reason I felt like I was helping him expand his horizons.

I was face down on the bed, propped up on my elbows and picturing myself on a mission with the Starship Troopers when there was a light knock on my door. When I looked up dad peeked in the door and I told him to come on in.

"I see you're reading, I won't be a minute. I just wanted to talk to you about what I said earlier today."

"Oh, okay..." I said marking my place and sitting up.

Dad sat down beside me and seemed to be having a  hard time trying to decide what to say next.

"I don't regret a day of my life," he said softly, "but my life could have gone a different way if I hadn't met your mother when I did. She changed my whole life son. She was so pretty and so sweet and yet...she always seemed to be in charge, even when we were dating," he chuckled. "Our life was good right from the start and then you were born and...well, no man was ever as proud as I was. I had it all...a great wife and a son..a family. I was lucky enough to find a good job and we bought this house and well...you know the rest. Then your brother came along, and things just keep getting better."

"Yeah, it's nice," I said not really understanding what dad was getting at.

"But there are other kinds of lives than this one, and people can be happy living those kinds of lives too," he said looking frustrated, as if he couldn't quite find the right words, "I guess what I'm trying to say is...it doesn't matter who you love, what's important is that they love you back and the rest will take care of itself."

Was he talking about me and Johnny? Suddenly I was trembling with fear. Had my dad figured things out? I thought back to the day he'd caught me and Johnny kissing in the garage, but he'd been so cool about it that I'd almost forgotten about it.

"I....guess," I stammered, "but that's probably a long ways off."

Dad nodded, "You never know when the love bug will bite you son and I've always believed that puppy love is as real as any other kind. Well, at any rate...I just wanted you to know that you never need to be ashamed to love someone. There is way too much hate in the world and we could use a lot more love. You have a good heart son and I trust you to make the right decisions."

"Thanks dad," I said feeling near tears, "Can...can I give you a hug?"

Dad laughed, "Boy the day I refuse a hug from my son will be the day I'm dead and buried."

He held out his strong arms and I swarmed into them. I might be almost a teenager, but I felt like a little kid that night as I hugged my dad. I inhaled his comforting scent and wanted to just curl up in his lap like I used to and let him rock me to sleep. But after a few seconds I pulled back and wiped at my eyes hoping he didn't think I was a cry baby.

"Never be afraid of your feelings boy," He said leaning in and kissing my forehead. Well, I'll let you get back to your book. Ma is waiting for me to rub her poor tired feet," he said smiling, "Goodnight son."

"Night dad...I love you."

"I love you too son, more than you will ever know."

When he was gone I went back to my book, but the words started to run together and I couldn't get my head back in it. I finally gave up and rolled onto my back and just stared at the ceiling while I thought about what my dad had said.

Was he talking about his own life, or was he talking about me and Johnny? So much had happened this last year, so many changes, so much drama, but a lot of happy times too. Johnny and I were more in love than ever, we had friends, Johnny's family was back together, and mine had grown. Life was sweet, but it was confusing at times.

I figured even parents got confused sometimes and that was comforting in some ways and frightening in others. I mean as a kid you just thought that your parents had all the answers and that they always did the right thing. But maybe they were as scared and unsure as we were sometimes, and while it made them more human, it also made them seem more vulnerable.

I brushed my teeth and fell into bed that night wondering what my life would have been like if I had never met Johnny. It was troubling to think that if my dad had chosen a different path, if he had never met mom, that Mikey and I wouldn't even exist. But we did exist and this was our life, our family, and we'd make it through somehow...together. 

School ended and by then Johnny and I had both turned 13, along with most of our friends. We'd grown a bit, some of us more than others, but we were still the same ornery boys inside. Johnny and I had both sprouted a few more hairs and Johnny had this cute fuzz just above his lip that would be a full blown mustache when he got older.

We had pit hair now and I got my first zit. Johnny and I were sperming a lot now, and we were the envy of some of our friends. Not that we messed with them that much these days. Mostly it was just Johnny and me, but sometimes we'd include Gerald, or Donnie, but Larry had moved on to girls and left us behind.

I found this out quite by accident when I went down to visit my girl friends Evelyn and Chrissy. Chrissy, who was a real gossip knew the girl Larry was dating and she swore they had even gone all the way, but I doubted that. Her name was Louise and she was a year older than Larry and lived near the big park in one of the older neighborhoods.

Donnie confirmed that Larry was dating her, but was as doubtful as we were about his scoring. We saw him at school, but he seldom walked home with us anymore and once school was out we didn't see him at all.

"I wouldn't mind getting a little,"  Johnny said one afternoon when we were discussing Larry's love life. Donnie and Gerald were both there that day and we were walking the tracks after a train had passed.

"Me either," Donnie chimed in, "I almost got my cousin to let me fuck her one time, but her momma called her and we had to get dressed real fast," he chuckled.

"I've had pussy, it's not that great," Gerald said proudly, "I mean it feels good and all, but girls are so stupid and she just laid there like a rag doll while I boned her."

We all cracked up laughing and Johnny started hitting him up for details. Either Gerald was a really good liar or he had actually boned a girl, and despite the fact that I didn't like girls that way I was boning up myself and I was sure the others were too.

"Let's go down to to the big barn and jack off," Donnie suggested.

"I want to do more than jack off," Johnny said eying me lewdly.

I sighed and rubbed my butt, "Let me guess, you want to bone me?"

Everyone cracked up laughing and without any further discussion we headed to the old gin mill. Once we were inside it didn't take long to get things started, although Johnny and I pretty much stayed to ourselves. Donnie and Gerald jacked each other as they watched me and Johnny and when Johnny finally bent me over and plowed my butt Gerald dropped to his knees and starting sucking Donnie.

After Donnie came he surprised me by offering his skinny butt to Gerald who went at it like a jack rabbit. He was done long before Johnny, who was taking his good slow time and really making it last. Sometimes that was okay, like when we were in bed, but that day I just wanted to get it over with. I was sweating like crazy and wanted to take care of my own dick so I started pushing back and moving fast and he got the hint.

When he came I sighed in relief and wiped at my butt as he pulled out. It was sticky back there, but I didn't have anything to wipe it on so I just slung it off as best I could.

"My turn," I said hoping for a good fuck, but Johnny didn't offer and I didn't ask. Instead he jerked me off, but it seemed like more of a chore for him than a pleasure, even if I did enjoy it.

We pulled up our britches and with our sexual tension relieved we headed back out and became regular boys again. We wandered around for a while and eventually someone suggested we go downtown and check out the new models at the dime stores.

My butt was still sticky and it was a little uncomfortable, but eventually the cum dried and except for itching a little it was okay. We checked out the models and stuff, but none of us had money so all we could do was look.

We'd just come out of McCrory's when we ran into Larry and his new girlfriend. At first Larry seemed embarrassed but eventually he introduced us and we got a chance to look the new girl over.

She was pretty, but not a knockout, and as far as bodies go I guess she was a little more developed than most of the girls we knew. She had small breasts and wore a short skirt that showed her smooth legs off nicely. Her top was tight and caused her breasts to stick out some, and while I wasn't that interested, I could tell the others were. Even Johnny seemed to be looking at her as if he wanted to eat her up and for some reason  that hurt and angered me.

Eventually Larry led her away, but not before throwing us a wink over his shoulder and the others laughed, but not me.

"I bet he's plowed that," Gerald said sounding excited, "she looks ripe for pickin', don't she."

"Yeah, I bet her twat is tight and wet," Johnny said angering me even more. What did he know about twats?

"Yeah, wet..." Donnie said shivering, "I'd lick her twat if she let me."

"Ewww..." Gerald laughed, "I heard it tastes like fish."

"I like fish," Donnie said grinning and even I had to laugh at that.

I was quiet on the way back to my house, but Johnny was too busy talking about pussy and girls to pay me much attention. I thought I knew him and understood what he liked, but suddenly I felt like he was a stranger...a stranger who'd just fucked me an hour ago.

I was useless the rest of the day and I couldn't wait for Donnie and Gerald to go home. Oh, I put on a good front, and I don't think anyone suspected that I was dying inside, except maybe Johnny who knew me best.

"Hey, what's wrong. You been going around with your bottom lip dragging all afternoon." Johnny asked once we were alone.

"Nothing," I lied.

"Look, I know you too well. Something is wrong. Is it about what I said about that girl?"

I shrugged, "I didn't know you felt that way. Am I keeping you from doing what you want to?"

"No...it's not like that, but we talked about this...when we started all this," he said sounding worried.

"That was before...before we said we loved each other. I thought that was just talk to make it feel...you know...normal or whatever..."

"Just forget what I said if you're gonna get all mad about it," he sighed heavily.

I had to bite my lip to keep from saying something I knew I'd regret, "No, I'm fine with whatever you want to do. Just don't expect me to do it too."

"I'm not gonna do anything," he grumbled, "I don't even know any girls who'd do that stuff."

"But if you did...?"

Johnny sighed, "I don't know why you're so upset. We had sex this afternoon. Wasn't that proof that I like you that way?"

"What were you thinking of when you did it...that girl?"

"No," he said shaking his head and rolling his eyes, "But what if I was? What if looking at her tits got me hot? You still got the benefit of it."

"You should go home now," I said gritting my teeth, "I don't want to talk to you anymore."

"Why? Do you mean now, or...forever?" he said sounding alarmed.

"I just don't want to talk right now. Maybe tomorrow...but not right now."

"Okay," he sighed, "Whatever you want." he said starting toward the street, then turning he shrugged again and looked so tragic I almost called him back, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

I nodded and gave him a little smile, "I know. It's okay. See ya."

He shook his head as he turned to go and didn't look back. I wanted to stop him a dozen times and tell him to come back, but I was either too stubborn or too embarrassed to do it so I let him walk away. 

I went inside and pretended that nothing was wrong, but let's face it, my folks weren't stupid. Fortunately they didn't press me and I didn't volunteer. I ate dinner and took a shower and went to my room and pulled out the book I'd been reading.

It took me a while to get into it and for a while I forgot about Johnny and what had happened that day. Eventually I grew tired of reading and brushed my teeth and said goodnight to my folks then tip-toed into Mikey's room and just stood there for a while watching him sleep. 

The love I had for my little brother was almost painful. It was different than the love I had for my parents, or the love I had for my Johnny, but it was just as powerful. After a while I pulled the blanket up around him and kissed him on the cheek and only then did I realize I had tears in my eyes. 

Back in my room I pulled out one of my spiral notebooks that still had a few blank pages and I wrote down all my thoughts. I wrote for over an hour and when I looked back at the words I had written I was embarrassed at the way I'd reacted to all that had happened. I decided I was being unreasonable and that I had taken things the wrong way and I knew I needed to make it up to Johnny some way. 

He'd been square with me from the beginning and in the back of my mind I guess I always knew there might come a day when he wanted to try girls. What was the big deal anyway? He'd try it, he'd find out it wasn't that great, and we'd go back to things the way they were. But would they? would I always wonder if he liked girls more than me and that I was keeping him from being happy?

We were in love. Didn't that count for something? Why did he need a darned old girl to mess things up? Girls were crazy, they did things that made no sense, and they didn't know how to play worth a darn. All they wanted to do was talk, talk, talk, and most of the talk was to tear someone down.

I stared at the notebook and the words on the page for a long time then ripped the pages out and tore them into a million pieces and threw them in the trash can. It was late and I was tired, but I knew sleep would be a long time coming. I thought about all the times Johnny and I had cuddled in my bed and I wondered how many more times that would happen before Johnny was cuddling with some...some girl.

I know...I know, I was being unreasonable, but I was a boy in love and love does crazy things to a person.

Our Summer Adventure

Spring turned to summer and Johnny and I were still together, but deep in the back of my mind I still harbored the fear that I'd loose Johnny to a girl some day. He didn't go out of his way to make me feel that way, but I had begun to notice the way he looked at girls, and even women, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what that meant.

As much as it would hurt, I had decided that when and if the time came that Johnny wanted to be with a girl, I would bow out gracefully. I didn't know if I'd be able to stay friends with him, but I wasn't going to hate him or be an ass about it. He had a right to love who he wanted to and if it wasn't me, then I'd find someone who did.

It was all very noble, but of course in reality it was total bullshit.

After our trip to Spavinaw the previous summer and the excitement of the storm, we were anxious to find a way to top last year's adventure. With Mikey keeping mom and dad busy, a vacation for them was out of the question, but fortunately my Uncle Joe came to the rescue.

One afternoon Johnny and I were sitting around doing nothing when my uncle Joe drove up in his '57 Chevy and we went rushing out to meet him.

"God you boys are getting so big," Uncle Joe said as he hugged me and spun me around just like old times, only it wasn't quite as easy since I'd grown.

"Where's aunt Cathy and little Joe?"

"At her mom's house. Her mom has been sick and she went to help out...so I'm batchin' it."

"Really, so it's just you?" I said curiously.

"Yep, just me. That's one reason I came to see you. I was wondering if you and your buddies would like to come spend some time on the farm and help me out. I can pay you guys a dollar a day, and I won't work you more than 4 or 5 hours a day. I figured you could come out Sunday and stay all week and have the next weekend free to do whatever you want. We could go to the creek and swim like we did last time."

"That sounds totally rad," Johnny said excitedly, "think our folks will go for it?"

"I know mine will," I said smiling happily, "after all uncle Joe is family."

"A whole week huh? I might be able to convince my folks to let me go."

"I can almost bet Donnie and Gerald can go. Is that too many uncle Joe?"

"No, the more the merrier. What happened to the boy who came last time...Ricky?"

"His dad got sent to the Philippines and they'll be there till next year. We write each other all the time, but I sure do miss seeing him."

"Too bad, so who's this Gerald guy...a new friend?"

We brought uncle Joe up to speed on what had been happening with our new friends and our old ones and then went inside to run things past my mom. Mom was easy when it came to us boys, and uncle Joe was her baby brother and you know how that goes? It didn't take much convincing to get her to agree, but of course she had to run it past dad just to make it legal. We all knew what dad would say, so as far as we were concerned it was a done deal.

By the time dad got home we had our plans all worked out, but we let the adults do the talking. Joe convinced dad he needed our help and in return we could make a little money and have fun at the same time. Of course dad was all for it and even offered to give Uncle Joe a hand if we weren't enough.

Now all that was left was to talk to the other boys and their folks and we were pretty sure we knew what the answer would be. We couldn't wait to talk to them, but we also knew it would be best if our folks did the talking and worked out the details so we had to wait another day.

Uncle Joe stayed for dinner that night and took me and Johnny for a ride in the Chevy and we stopped at the drive-in where Larry, Donnie's older brother, worked and got ice cream. Uncle Joe knew Larry and had gone to school with his older brother Virgil, who had enlisted in the army right after high school, and he asked about his old buddy.

I filled Larry in on the plans for spending a week at uncle Joe's farm and he sounded envious. 

"I wish I could get away for a week, I work six days a week and never seem to have any free time."

"Too bad, you'd be welcome to come," Uncle Joe said sincerely, "We're hoping Donnie can come anyway."

"Oh yeah, mom and dad will let him. That's for sure. They like it when he hangs around with Robert. They think he's a good influence," Larry chuckled.

"He is, when he's asleep," uncle Joe teased, "Hey you tell your folks I said hi, okay?"

"Yeah, talk to ya guys later...lucky ducks," he said to me and Johnny and we just laughed.

Uncle Joe dropped us off at my house and went back to the farm leaving two very excited boys behind to dream of what was to come. 

The next day I nagged mom till she finally took me to Donnie's to talk to his folks and then to Gerald's to talk to his mom. As easily as the adults agreed, mom said she probably could have handled it all over the phone, but it gave us an opportunity to show off Mikey and everyone loved him.

As soon as we got back home I called Johnny to give him the good news and I knew right away from the tone of his voice that something was wrong.

"I can't go," he said in an angry hoarse voice. He sounded as if he'd been crying and at the moment I felt like doing some crying of my own.

"Why not?" I whined.

"My mom and dad are taking me to my aunt's in Missouri that week. There's a big family reunion and they won't let me miss it."

"Oh man, this is awful..I can't believe it. Then I won't go either," I said angrily.

"No...your uncle Joe needs you, plus I want you to go and have fun even if I can't. You'll have Donnie and Gerald to keep you company and you won't even miss me once you start having fun."

"Are you kidding? I will miss you every day," I said ready to cry at any moment. The only thing stopping me from bawling my eyes out was the fact that my parents were in the next room within earshot of my conversation. 

"Look, I know this sucks, but I don't want it to ruin your summer too. We'll hang out the rest of the week and when you get back I'll be here waiting for you."

"I can't believe the bad luck, why did it have to be this week?"

"I know, it sucks but there's nothing we can do about it. We're just kids and we have to do what our folks tell us," he said sounding beaten.

"I'm so mad right now," I said trying to keep my voice down.

"Look, I have to go now, my dad is yelling at me to get off the phone. I'll come down tomorrow and we'll talk, okay?"

"Okay, goodnight...I love you," I whispered the last part.

"Yeah, goodnight, me too," Johnny said.

Mom and dad gave me a curious look when I finally joined them in the living room and I sat down in huff and crossed my arms before speaking.

"Johnny can't go," I said trying to sound calm, "there's some dumb family reunion that week and his folks are dragging him to Missouri for it."

"Oh no, that's too bad," my mom said sounding sympathetic, "but family comes first Robert, and you know it."

"It's not like you two haven't been together almost every day this summer," my dad said sounding indifferent to my plight.

"But this was different, this was special," I whined.

"I thought this was about helping your uncle while your aunt was away? Have you forgotten that young man?"

"No sir," I said politely, "but it was supposed to be fun too."

"It still can be if you stop feeling sorry for yourself and make the best of it. You'll have Donnie and Gerald there to keep you company."

"I know," I sighed.

"Okay then, cheer up and keep an open mind about things. And don't make Johnny feel bad about not being able to go, I'm sure he feels bad enough already."

"I won't, I know it's not his fault."

"It will be fine Robert," my mom said, "You'll get over the disappointment and have a good time and Johnny will be here when you get back."

"I know. Can I be excused? I want to take a shower and read some before bed." I said, but what I really wanted was to be alone so I could sulk in peace.

I took a long hot shower, letting the water run over my head in an attempt to wash my blues away, but it was no good.  Next I washed my body paying special attention to my privates. I'd grown some down there too and had more pubic hair now, but my balls were still as smooth as ever. I'd gotten taller over the last year and my feet had grown so much mom had to buy me new Keds for the summer. 

I wasn't horny, but my dick got stiff anyway as I soaped it up which actually made it easier to clean. I pulled the foreskin back and soaped it up really good and then rinsed it before the soap started stinging. I soaped up my butt and noticed that it was a little plumper these days. Last year I was a skinny kid with hardly any butt, but now I was starting to get some definition to my body and my butt was actually pretty nice looking.

I thought about how it must look to Johnny and if that was one of the things that kept him interested in me. When we'd started messing around I had never felt like I was that attractive, but I guess Johnny must've seen something in me, or he just liked the sex. As our relationship progressed I sort of forgot my worries and just accepted that I was worth his love as well as his lust. Now I felt like I was becoming more of an equal to him. 

Sure he was still more muscular and in my eyes more handsome, but now I'd come to realize that I wasn't a bad looking guy myself. I would always think Johnny was better looking and sexier, but I could finally see what he saw, that I was pretty damn sexy myself.

I fingered my hole to wash it out and it felt really good, so good that I started jacking off as I continued to shove my finger in and out of my slick asshole. It didn't take me long to shoot and when I did my knees went week and I almost collapsed. 

When I had recovered I finished washing up and dried off quickly and slipped on my undies. It was hot that night and since we had no air conditioning once I got into bed I would strip off my undies and sleep naked. I would have been horrified for my folks to know that I slept in the nude, but since they always knocked first I didn't worry too much about getting caught.

My latest book was Lord of the Flies and I was totally into it. I would immerse myself in the book, imagining what it would be like to be on an island full of boys with no adults, and my thoughts always turned to sex. I'd read the book before and I knew how it ended, but I still enjoyed the first part and thinking about all the fun the boys had...before things turned bad.

My favorite boy was Simon and I actually cried when I read the book the first time and discovered he was killed by the other boys. I had a picture of him in my head and I envisioned him being blond with expressive grey eyes and a perfect body. He was not like the other boys in the story. Simon was thoughtful and smart and yet he had this sort of dark side that made him very mysterious. 

I was laying across my bed reading when I heard Mikey start crying and a few minutes later I heard mom or dad get up to go check on him. The crying stopped so I figured mom was probably feeding him and I went back to my book, but I really couldn't get into it again.

I marked my place and put the book on the nightstand and turned out the light. As soon as it was dark I skinned off my undies and fell back on the bed. I was tired and frustrated, but I was determined not to let this thing with Johnny get to me. I thought about Donnie and Gerald and decided we could have fun whether Johnny was there or not and pretty soon I was asleep.

Johnny and I spent almost ever waking moment, and some sleeping moments, together before the weekend, but it was still hard to go off without him. Uncle Joe was to pick us up Friday evening and we wouldn't be back till early Monday the week after next. That was 10 days without Johnny and it seemed like a lifetime. 

Since we'd first become friends as little kids, we'd seen each other almost every day, even in the summer when we weren't going to school. It was like I was leaving part of me behind and it was almost more than I could bear to think about. Of course I'd have Donnie and Gerald to keep me company and help me keep my mind off Johnny, but I was afraid it would still be a long week.

Johnny and I said our goodbyes the night before and made love one last time the next morning. Johnny was leaving that afternoon and had to be home by 11, so we got up early, ate breakfast, and I walked him to his house.

We didn't talk a lot on the way, but I could tell Johnny felt pretty much like I did, that this whole thing was unfair. One good thing though, at least I was going somewhere fun, unlike him who was going to his aunt's boring house for the weekend.

"God I do not want to see all those creepy old people who show up at our family reunions. They always want to kiss me and stuff and they smell funny."

I laughed and he punched me playfully, but he wound up laughing too.

"I guess it could be worse. Look, I want you go and have fun and don't worry about me, okay?"

"I'll try, but I will really miss you."

"I'll miss you too, but I don't want this to ruin things for you. Have fun for both of us, promise me you will."

"Okay, I promise. Maybe if I have sex all the time I'll forget you're not there," I teased.

"I want you to have fun and that means sex. I trust Donnie and Gerald so...play all you want."

"Do you ever...um, play with your cousins?"

"Well, when I was younger my older cousins took me out in the woods and stripped me bare-assed naked and left me to get back on my own, if you can call that playing," he laughed, "It seems funny now, but when I was seven it didn't seem like so much fun."

"That's terrible, aren't there any cousins your age?"

"Yeah, a few. Mostly girls though. Most of the boys don't ever come to the stupid reunions."

"Well, try to have fun anyway.  

"I'll try. But I sure wish I was going with you." Johnny sighed.

"Okay, I guess I'll go home now. I… I'll miss you," I said sadly.

"I'll miss you too. Bring me back something special okay?"

"I'll bring you back some onions, how about that?" I teased.

He cuffed he hard on the arm and I rubbed it as we both laughed, then giving each other one last sorrowful look we parted.

That walk home that day seemed like the longest walk of my life. I passed by Evelyn and Chrissy's house, but no one was home. I missed hanging out with the two girls and suddenly I felt very sad that I'd neglected them since Johnny and I had gotten closer. I'd known them almost as long as I'd known Johnny and at times the four of us would hang out. Even though Chrissy was a little older she still fit in with our crazy bunch and the four of us had some good times together.

I wondered why the two girls lived with their grandparents, but all I really knew about them were little bits and pieces they'd revealed over the  years. I knew that each had a different mom and different last names, but really didn't know anything about their dad. They seemed well adjusted living with their grandparents, even if they did think they were too grumpy at times, and were well cared for. Their grandparents were usually pretty nice to me, but there were a few times when the girls got into trouble that they sent me home early.

I had a quarter in my pocket so I made a detour and went to Dyer's and bought a Push Up. As I headed out I ran into a kid I knew from school named Dale, and we talked for a while and I told him about my plans to go to Uncle Joe's farm. He was a quiet kid and not very popular, but he had a few good friends that stuck by him and I thought he was pretty cool. He was what kids today call a nerd because he was smart and liked things like sci-fi and monster movies and stuff, but then so did most of my friends. He wasn't athletic, but he had a fit body and was kind of cute, with blond hair and grey eyes and a few freckles on his cheeks.

We talked for a while then he went in to get whatever it was he had come to buy and I headed home again. I passed by Larry's, but as usual no one was home, so I rounded the block and headed up Donnie's street.

I decided I'd just stop and Donnie and me could walk over to my house and wait for Uncle Joe. He was sitting on his front porch playing with something fuzzy and as I got closer I could see it was a puppy.

"Awww...a new puppy," I said sitting down by him and petting the little fur ball.

"Aint he cute? This friend of Larry's dog had puppies and Larry brought one home. We named him Willy."

"Can I hold him?"

"Sure but be careful he might pee on ya'," he laughed.

"Eww...does he pee a lot?"

"Just when he's excited. He peed on me once already."

"Who's gonna take care of him while you're gone to the farm?"

"Larry will, and my mom when he's at a work and stuff. I been wantin' a dog for a long time and me and Larry are gonna' share im'."

"He's so cute and furry," I said rubbing my face against his and suddenly he stuck his tiny tongue out and licked my face. I had always wanted a dog of my own, but when it came right down to getting one it just never seemed to be the right time. I was sort of envious of Donnie, but I got over it quickly.

We walked around to his back yard and he let the puppy wander around while we made sure he didn't go too far or get lost. He pooped and then sniffed it and came waddling back to us wagging his little tail. That was one part I didn't like about dogs or cats, the pooping, and I began to wonder if I really wanted a pet after all.

We took the puppy back inside and Donnie grabbed his stuff and we walked to my house to wait for Uncle Joe. Mom fixed us a glass of iced tea and sat us down to go over the rules like she always did. We listened politely and assured her we'd listen to Uncle Joe and not do anything dangerous or stupid, and when she was satisfied we went outside to wait for Uncle Joe.

Uncle Joe showed up a little while later in the Chevy and he talked to mom for a while then mom walked us out to the car and we said goodbye. Usually I'd have had Johnny with me, but without him it actually seemed sort of sad to be leaving. 

I sat in front with Uncle Joe and Donnie rode in back and as we pulled out of the driveway I waved to mom and Mikey and we were on our way.

We picked up Gerald on the way and he was so excited he could hardly sit still. He kept talking about what fun we were going to have and I sort of forgot about Johnny for a while. 

The trip didn't take long and pretty soon we were pulling into the gravel road leading to Uncle Joe's farm. The garden was even bigger this year and we could see tall corn stalks waving in the breeze.

In the country it was cooler without all the concrete and buildings to soak up the heat and block the wind, but it was still pretty hot that time of day.  A dip in the creek sounded good, but there was no time for that today.

We followed Uncle Joe into the house and he showed us where to put our stuff. This time instead of sleeping in the barn like the last time, we would be sleeping on the screened-in back porch. It ran the length of the house and was about 8 feet deep and except for a deep freeze and the washer and dryer it was empty. 

The lower part of the wall was solid with about 3 foot of screening above it all the way around and there was a screen door with a wood frame at the far end facing the barn. It would be dry on the off chance there was rain and much cooler there than in the barn. We'd brought our sleeping bags and Uncle Joe had piled down some old quilts and blankets to make the floor softer for us.

"First things first boys," Uncle Joe said, "we need to go pick the ripe stuff from the garden, I got a guy coming tomorrow to pick it up. He pays me for it then sells it in town at his store. It works out for both of us and I've made quite a bit of extra money this  year.

We picked corn, tomatoes, green beans, onions, cucumbers, carrots, and dug potatoes for the next several hours and when Uncle Joe finally decided we had enough we hauled the stuff to the barn and stacked it neatly for the guy to pick up tomorrow.

Afterwards we went inside and had tall glasses of ice tea and store bought cookies, since Uncle Joe wasn't much of a cook. Oh he could cook basic stuff, like meat and potatoes, but he wasn't much on cakes and cookies and stuff like that, not like my aunt was.

Once we finished our snacks Uncle Joe surprised us by telling us we could go swimming if we wanted to.

"We still have plenty of daylight and it only takes a few minutes to get to the swimming hole," he said smiling.

We'd all brought shorts to swim in and we ran in an changed in the bathroom while Uncle Joe changed in his bedroom. When we came out Uncle Joe joined us and was wearing a pair of cut off Levis and an old pair of canvas shoes and no shirt.

I knew my Uncle was well built, but it seemed like he'd gotten even more buff since the last time I'd seen him. Back then we didn't know what a 6 pack was, but that's what my Uncle Joe had, and it suddenly occurred to me just how sexy he was.

Now don't get me wrong, I didn't have any thoughts about actually having sex with my Uncle, but I had to admit it was pretty exciting looking at his well developed chest and flat tummy with that fine trail of hairs leading down into his shorts.

I'd seen my Uncle's pecker when he was about 16 when I'd accidentally walked in on him jacking off in the bathroom at my grandma's house, and even then it was big, so I could only imagine how big it was now. I knew he was uncut like me and I remember seeing big blue veins on his foreskin and I thought it looked so neat.

Of course neither of us ever mentioned that little incident, and we were pretty shy around each other for a while, but eventually we got over it. If I had known at 8 what I knew now I might have pursued my Uncle and tried to do stuff with him, but back then I hadn't discovered the joy my pecker could bring me.

"Wow, you been workin' out or somethin'? Donnie said, voicing what I was only thinking.

"Farm life and my job is all the workout I  need,"  Joe said beaming at the compliment, "You boys will see what I mean when we really start working, and who knows? You might develop some muscle yourself."

We piled in the back of the old Ford pickup and Uncle Joe drove us the short distance to the spring fed swimming hole we'd gone to the last time. There were a few people there, mostly city folks who were trying to escape the heat, but there was plenty of room for all of us.

I noticed a boy about our age and a girl who looked a little younger floating on inner tubes and when we waded out into the water the boy waved and I realized it was a kid we knew from grade school. 

His name was Eric and he was a year behind us, but the same age. I think he was sick and missed a year of school or got flunked, but at any rate he wouldn't be starting Junior High till fall. We'd be 8th graders and he'd be a lowly 7th grader, but we wouldn't hold it against him.

"Hey Robert, what you all doin' here?"

"We're staying on my Uncle's farm and he brought us swimming."

"Oh, hi Donnie," he said when he saw who I was with, but he didn't know Gerald. "Hi, what's your name?" he asked Gerald.

"I'm Gerald. What's your name?"

"I'm Eric, I knowed Donnie and Robert from Washington (our grade school)."

"Oh, hi...I went to Roosevelt, but we're in the same class now."

"Yeah, I'll be startin' Junior High this year. I'm glad I already know some kids. I hear it's tough for 7th graders."

"Naw, it's not that bad. Just stay out of the biting bush," I laughed.

"That's my sister Mary," he said pointing to the little girl floating nearby, "she's 9."

She was blond and blue eyed and cute like little kids are and her body was slender and she had a nice tan which was evident from the little swim suit she wore. It wasn't exactly a bikini, but it was pretty skimpy and a lot of skin showed, but she was just a kid so I didn't think it really mattered that much.

The water was really cold because it was spring fed, but eventually we adjusted to the temperature and ventured in all the way. All of us could swim, but after a while we moved back up to the shallow part and just floated in a circle as we talked and splashed each other.

Eric and his sister got out and joined his parents and they had cans of pop and some sandwiches and seeing the food made my tummy start to growl. Uncle Joe had promised us steaks and roasted corn tonight and I was looking forward to supper. When you live on a farm there's always lots of food to eat, but since Uncle Joe didn't raise any beef cows he bought his meat from another farmer who raised hogs and cattle.

Eric and Mary joined us after they ate and this time Eric left his inner tube on the bank and joined us in the water. His sister floated near their parents and so it was just us boys.

"Wish I was stayin' on a farm," Eric said after a while, "it's boring in town and all I got to play with is my sister," he said frowning.

"Aint' there no boys livin' by ya?" Donnie asked.

"Yeah, a few, but they don't wanna play with me," he said making a face.

"Well...you can come down and play at my house," Donnie offered, "I got a new puppy and his name is Willy."

We talked about Donnie's new puppy and school and TV shows and all the things that interested us boys and we found out we had a lot in common with Eric. I tried to remember him from school and wondered why we'd never connected with him before, but I guess we sort of stayed with the kids in our own grade when it came to hanging out.

I realized that with all that had happened that day that I hadn't given Johnny a single thought up until that moment, but suddenly I started missing him. I wondered what he was doing, was he there yet? Were his cousins being mean to him? Stuff like that, and I felt sad.

"Can you swim real good?" Gerald asked Eric suddenly.

"Yeah, why?"

"How bout' if we swim to the far side and back?" 

"My Uncle says there's snakes over there," I said frowning.

"Oh come on, there's snakes everywhere, but it's so damn cold in here they're slow. Sides, they won't bother us unless we bother them."

I really didn't want to do it, but everyone seemed to want to so I finally agreed to go along. We floated out to the deeper part, then on the count of three we took off swimming and didn't stop till we reached the rocks on the far side.

We clung to the rocks and just floated there till we were recovered and suddenly Gerald yelled out causing us all to look up.

"Snake!" he screamed and as one we dived back into the water and swam back as fast as we could.

We were laughing by the time we got there and even though none of the rest of us had seen a snake, Gerald swore there was one and that was enough for us. Mary came floating over on her inner tube and floated near us looking shy and lonely and I guess Eric felt sorry for her cause he started playing with her, pulling her around and hanging on her inner tube.

"Can't she swim?" Donnie asked.

"Nope, she never learned," Eric said shrugging.

"I can swim a little," she offered, "if someone helps me."

"I'll help ya'," Donnie offered, "let's go over here where it's shallow and I'll help ya' out of that inner tube."

Eric looked concerned but  he didn't object and Mary seemed happy to have someone other than her brother paying attention to her. I watched as Donnie helped her out of the inner tube then he took her hand and led her out to deeper water. 

Her parents had disappeared and when I looked around for them I saw them walking hand in hand away from us along the rocky shore. It was probably a good thing since Mary went under once and came up sputtering before Donnie got her positioned just right.

He held her head and shoulders and had her float on her back and suddenly I noticed that her swim suit bottom had pulled to one side and there was pink showing between her legs. I tried not to look, but it was obvious Gerald had noticed it too and he gave me a lewd grin and a wink.

After a while Donnie helped her dog paddle and then he held her on her tummy while she treaded water, but she never did learn to do it on her own. He finally gave up and carried her back to shallow water and she got in her inner tube again.

While they were out of earshot Gerald floated up by me and whispered in my ear, "Did you see her pussy?"

I nodded, red-face and looked over at Eric to make sure he hadn't overheard what Gerald had said, but he didn't seem to be paying attention. 

"She's kinda young, but I wouldn't mind seein' it some more," Gerald whispered.

"Shhh..." I scolded and this time Eric looked up to at us with a curious look on his face.

But stupid Gerald just couldn't let it drop.

"Hey Eric, you ever see your sister nekkid?"

Eric shrugged, "Yeah, sometimes."

"She see you nekkid too?"

"Yeah," he laughed, "she likes lookin' at my dick."

"Oh man, she ever touch it?"

He blushed bright red but didn't answer.

"I bet she did, and I bet you fingered her...didn't ya?"

He grinned, "Maybe."

"Oh man, I wish I had a cute sister like that."

"She'd be pregnant by now," I scolded, "and  you'd have a freak baby brother who was your son too."

"Gross, I wouldn't do it all the way. Just touch and stuff...maybe lick it."

"You'd lick a girl...uh, down there?" Eric asked blushing again.

"Well..yeah, if she was clean I guess, and if she'd suck my peter."

"Ewww...who'd do that?" Eric asked sounding less offended and more curious.

"Lots of people," Gerald said shrugging.

"Who?"

"Why, you want your peter sucked?"

"Well..."

"You ever had anyone do that?"

"No."

"Robert...we gotta help this boy out," Gerald laughed.

"Shhh," I scolded as Donnie and Mary returned.

We played for a while longer, but I could tell Gerald and Eric still had what they'd discussed earlier on their minds, but no doubt for different reasons.

Uncle Joe was napping on a blanket in the shade of the truck and though Eric's mom and dad had returned they were sitting on the tailgate of their pickup talking and drinking beer.

"What's down there?" Gerald asked pointing to the far end of the pool where the rocks ran right into the tree line.

"Not much, some trees I guess...why?" I replied.

"Let's walk down there and see. I'm getting bored  swimming."

"Fine with me."

We didn't invite Mary and she didn't ask to go, but Eric was right with us as we headed off down the little trail along the pool. We'd gone about a hundred feet before Gerald started bringing up what he'd been talking about earlier.

"So if you could find someone who'd suck your peter, you'd let em'," he asked Eric who blushed and gave me a shy look.

Donnie didn't say anything, but I could tell he was curious about where that came from. It didn't take him long to get over the shock and join in though.

"Getting yore peter sucked is bout' the best feelin' in the world...cept' maybe fuckin'," Donnie offered.

"I guess," Gerald said so low I could barely hear him. But I wasn't sure whether he was answering Gerald's question or agreeing with Donnie.

We'd reached the tree line by then and once we got a few yards into it we couldn't even see the cars or the swimming hole. We walked on a bit further and eventually came to a clearing surrounded on three sides by thick undergrowth and tall trees that blocked out most of the sunlight giving the clearing a cozy look.

"Okay, this looks private enough," Gerald announced, "do you want your pecker sucked or not?" he asked boldly.

"I...uh, don't know...who...who by?"

"Any one of us," Gerald said eying us for approval.

"You guys do that stuff?"

"Yeah, and it don't make us queer neither," Donnie offered looking anything but queer at the moment.

"I...I know that, it's just...I never...." he said then trailed off.

"You never played peckers with another boy?" Gerald asked, "well...it's about time, don't ya think?"

Eric shrugged, but I could tell he was close to giving in. I decided it was time for me to step in since I was the level-headed one.

"Look Eric, if you don't want to do anything that's fine. How bout you watch us for a little while and if you want to join in you can. It's not a big deal, and it's lots of fun. It's just practicin' for when you get a girl naked, that's all," I lied. To me it was a big deal and not practicing. For me this was the real thing.

"Okay," he said sounding relieved as his eyes darted between the three of us.

"Okay, here goes," Gerald said taking charge again and dropping his shorts. He wore no underwear beneath and though his dick was wrinkly and soft at the moment it quickly began to grow as he rubbed it.

Donnie never had a problem being naked with us boys so he was next to drop his shorts and his dick was already half hard. I was last and when I finally dropped my shorts I was surprised to find that all the sex talk had caused me to be hard already.

"Wow, it's big," Eric said staring at my hard pecker. In fact it wasn't much bigger than the other two boys, but I was fully hard and they were still getting there.

"Are you cut or uncut?" I asked as I worked the foreskin back and forth over my flaring head.

"Uh...I don't got  no skin like that, so cut I guess," he stammered

"That's nice too," I assured him, "just needs more spit to jack off, that's all."

"Yeah, I use Jergens lotion sometimes," he offered then blushed. At least we knew he jacked off.

"Jergens is good for fuckin' too," Gerald laughed.

"Uh, you guys fucked a girl?"

"I have," Gerald offered, but he didn't say anything about all the butt fucking we did.

"Cool, I guess I could jack off with you guys."

"Okay, cool...let's see it," Gerald said eying Eric's crotch.

"Okay, here goes..." he said softly. Unlike us he was wearing real swim trunks and they were that elastic type that was popular back then and they showed the outline of his dick and balls clearly.

He lowered the trunks slowly letting his dick clear the elastic and at last we saw what he was hiding in there. I guessed he was 3.5 maybe 4 inches long and really slender, but he was hard as a board and his nuts were hanging low so I guessed he could make sperm.

"Do you sperm?" Donnie asked staring at Eric's dick as he jacked his own slowly.

"Uh...a little. I just started this spring."

"Cool, all of us do."

"So...what are we gonna do?"

"Well, how bout' I show you what kind of stuff we do and you can see if you wanna do it too."

"O...okay," Eric said not making eye contact with any of us.

Gerald moved toward me and grabbed my dick and took over jacking it and Donnie took the hint and grabbed Gerald's while still jacking his own. It felt good being naked in the woods with the creek water drying on my body and the coolness of the shade, and I knew I wouldn't last long if Gerald kept that up much longer.

"Let me...suck you," I said softly to Gerald and  he nodded enthusiastically.

Eric's eyes got big as saucers and when I dropped to my knees on the soft dirt he moved around to get a better view. I grabbed Gerald's pecker and jacked it for a minute as I stared straight into Eric's eyes and leaned in and licked the head and I swear I could hear Eric gasp.

He was pulling at his own pecker as he watched me swallow Gerald's pecker and I'm pretty sure he was convinced right then and there that he had to have that done to him before we left that day. 

I didn't suck Gerald off, but I got him pretty close then...being the little cock hound that I was I pulled Donnie to me and sucked him for a while. 

"So, how bout' it?" I heard Gerald ask from behind me.

"I...I guess," Eric stuttered.

"No, you can't guess. You gotta say it. You gotta say I want someone to suck my dick," Gerald said sounding  kind of mean.

"Okay, I do..I uh, want someone to suck my...my dick."

"All you had to do was ask," Gerald said as he dropped to his knees.

I came up off Donnie so I could watch and when Gerald swallowed Eric's cock the boy's eyes rolled back in his head and he started moaning like he was dying or something. I wasn't worried that anyone would hear us and we could have seen and  heard anyone approaching long before they could see us, so I didn't try to quiet him down. 

Gerald was almost as good a cock sucker as I was and since this was Eric's first time it didn't take long till the new kid was gasping and thrusting, and then grabbing Gerald by the ears he buried his cock in his mouth and cried out as his watery cum began to erupt from his swollen piss hole.

"Oh...oh...oh...shittttt," Eric managed to say as he pulled away from Gerald and tried to get his wits about him.

"Well, did you like it?" Gerald said wiping the spit off his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Yeah, a lot," Eric said softly. I knew he must be feeling a little guilty about then and there was no use pressuring him for more, but Gerald wasn't as sensitive as I was.

"Okay, well...I don't expect you to suck me, but you can at least jack me off, okay new kid?"

I expected Eric to refuse, maybe even pull up his trunks and high tail it out of there, but instead he just nodded and awkwardly began stroking Gerald's throbbing pecker. Gerald took his hand in his and showed him what he liked and pretty soon he had a good rhythm going.

I started sucking Donnie again and pretty soon he busted in my mouth and I gobbled down his familiar and tasty cum and after licking him clean I stood up. 

"Fuck me Robert," Donnie said still sounding horny.

I wasn't sure about doing that in front of Eric, but I was horny and my pecker made the decision for me when Donnie bent over and showed me his cute butt.

It took Eric a minute to understand what was happening, but when he did he cried out with excitement.

"Ha..Are you gonna...butt fuck him? Oh man, I never knew guys really did that."

"It's almost as good as a girl's pussy," Gerald assured him.

"Isn't it dirty?"

"So you get a little shit on ya', it washes off, but if you poop first and wash your butt it's not bad."

"Oh man, is he sticking it all the way in?"

"Come on, move closer so you can watch and you can finish jacking me off."

I lost track of the two as I started fucking Donnie's hot tight rear end but I did hear Gerald cry out as his pecker erupted and I saw a few drops of sperm  hit the ground beside me. I grabbed Donnie's hips and really started pounding him then and now that Eric was free he was watching so close he could have reached out and touched us.

"Here I come," I said as I jack rabbit fucked Donnie as he held onto a small tree in front of him.

"Oh man, you're gonna sperm in his butt?"

"Yeah, it feels better that way," Gerald answered for me since I was too busy sperming in Donnie's butt.

I shook and shuddered as I came and then I pulled out slowly and showed my sticky pecker to Eric, "See hardly any brown...mostly white and just wet."

Eric stared as if he was mesmerized by my my cock and made a face, but I could tell he was curious enough about what I'd done to consider trying it if he got the chance.

"Maybe sometime...when I come down to your house..." Eric started.

Donnie laughed, "Yeah, you can butt fuck me. Your dick is skinny and it won't  hurt at all."

Donnie had finished jerking off while he was getting fucked so now that we had all come we got dressed and walked back to the swimming hole and jumped in to wash off. When I was far enough out I lowered my shorts and washed off my pecker and I could tell that Gerald and Donnie was doing the same thing.

Just as I was pulling my shorts back up Mary came floating out and I almost got caught, but I'm pretty sure she didn't know what was going on.

We stayed about another hour, swimming and playing around, then Uncle Joe said he was hungry and we needed to go get supper before it got dark. We said goodbye to Eric and Mary and sat on the tailgate of the pickup all the way back to the farm.

We helped Uncle Joe set the table and prepare the rest of the meal while the steaks cooked on the grill he'd built from bricks, and when everything was done we sat down at the picnic table nearby and ate. We had roasted corn, sliced tomatoes, cukes and onions, steak and baked potatoes and some rolls that my aunt had made before she left.

We ate like pigs and for dessert we had ice cream from the freezer on the porch with Hershey's chocolate sauce on it. We were stuffed by the time we finished but we managed to help Uncle Joe get the place cleaned up before it got dark.

Afterwards we sat out on the picnic table and talked and when the fireflies came out we ran off chasing them and playing in the yard while Uncle Joe watched us with a smile on his face. He was a good man, a good husband, and a great dad and I was sure he was thinking about when little Joe would get old enough to run with us big kids. Eventually he would would have six kids, three boys and three girls, but that was years away.

Uncle Joe started yawning about 9:30 and told us boys he was going to bed. He warned us not to stay up too late because our day would start around 7, but that wasn't any worse than when we had to go to school so we figured we could stay up till at least 11.

Since we'd been swimming we didn't really need showers and when the mosquitoes started biting we moved inside to the porch. We took turns using the bathroom and brushing our teeth then stripped down to our undies and arranged our bedding for the night.

Uncle Joe had left the light in the kitchen on and it shone through the window glass at the top of the door giving us a little light to see by. The light was filtered through curtains so it was a just about right for sleeping. Not too dark, but not too bright.

We settled down in our nest on the floor and talked for a while and eventually the subject of Eric and his sister came up.

"Did you see Mary's little twat?" Gerald sniggered.

"When?" Donnie said shaking his  head.

"When you were letting her float on her back. Her swimsuit pulled to one side and you could see her pussy."

"Huh uh, really?"

"Yeah, right Robert?"

I nodded, "Not much to see, just pink looking flesh."

"Pussy lips," Gerald said grinning, "Mmmm....I'd like to see the whole thing."

"She's a little kid," I scolded.

"So...if she was a boy you'd want to see his dick," Gerald said sounding pissed.

"Would not, I like boys who are older," I said in defense.

"Well, I didn't say I wanted to fuck her, just see her pussy."

"She might let ya'," Donnie laughed, "I think she likes boys already."

"You guys...." I said shaking my head.

"Well anyway we got Eric liking sex now. He'll probably fuck his own sister now," Gerald laughed.

"I doubt it, but he sure looked like he wanted to fuck Donnie."

"Yeah," Gerald laughed, "better watch out Donnie. You invited him over and  now you might have to let him fuck ya'."

"I don't care. It don't hurt none and it's fun so...if he wants to he can."

"How bout' me?" Gerald said grinning, "Can I do it?"

"Now?" Donnie moaned.

"Naw, I guess not," Gerald said sounding disappointed.

"Let's just jack off," I suggested, "We need to get some sleep cause tomorrow is gonna' be a lot of hard work."

"I'm good anyway," Gerald said falling down on his pillow, "you guys can do it if you want."

"I guess I'm good too," I said yawning, "I'm really tired."

"Yeah, me too," Donnie said softly.

The porch slanted slightly so our heads were toward the house with me in the middle and Donnie on my right. I rolled onto my stomach which was my favorite way to go to sleep and looked over at Gerald who was facing away from me. Sometimes he got on my nerves and was a little too wild but we'd become good friends since we'd started 7th grade. 

I didn't like all the talk about Mary's pussy, but I didn't begrudge Gerald the right to like girls. I just didn't think talking about a 9 year old girl like that was very cool. He was right in a way though, if it was a boy I probably wouldn't have been so upset, but I liked to think I still wouldn't mess around with a kid that young, now that I was a teenager.

Donnie fell asleep first and his steady breathing and soft snoring actually comforted me and lulled me to sleep. I don't know when Gerald finally fell asleep but when I woke up sometime later he was sacked out beside me on his back snoring softly. He had his arm thrown across his eyes like he was trying to block out the light and he'd kicked the sheet off and was laying there spread eagle.

My eyes moved from his face downward and for a few minutes I watched the steady rise and fall of his chest. He had a nice body, not as nice as Johnny's, but well defined, and a nice flat tummy that was tan and flawless.

His belly button was neither an innie or an outie and was flush with his stomach. It looked like a little wad of pink bubble gum stuck into his belly and I smiled at that. As my eyes traveled lower I noticed there was a slight bulge in his white underpants. 

I wondered if he was having a sexy dream or if it was just hormones pumping through his teenage body. I knew I woke up hard many times and sometimes the only way to get back to sleep was to jack off. 

Suddenly I had this irresistible urge to touch Gerald, and though I resisted it at first, eventually I let my hand wander to his chest and I rubbed his nipples causing them to become erect. I smiled at the effect I was having on him and as my hand moved lower I noticed the tent in  his underwear start to grow.

"Mmmm...." he moaned in his sleep.

I knew it was sort of wrong to touch someone when they were sleeping, but it wasn't like we hadn't touched each other a dozen times when we were awake so...I let my hand wander down to the top of his waistband.

I ran a finger under the loose elastic and felt the little patch of soft hair that grew there. The hairs were wet with sweat and I imagined I could smell a musky odor coming from his crotch. His low moaning was all the encouragement I needed to continue and next I let my hand wander down to the tent in his underwear. His cock felt hot and as hard as steel as my hand caressed it and suddenly I felt him jerk and when I looked up he was watching me and smiling sleepily.

"Hi," he said.

"Sorry," I said smiling back.

"Don't be sorry, just keep doin' it."

I giggled a little then reached inside his undies and wrapped my hand around his hard pecker. It was hot and wet and felt so good in my hand that I popped a boner of my own just from feeling of his.

I was frantic now as I jerked his underwear down and off and devoured his pecker like I was starving. Gerald was moaning louder now and I guess that woke Donnie up because I was aware of his sitting up and moving down a bit so he could get at my aching pecker.

I moaned around Gerald's dick as Donnie went down on mine and the feeling was amazing. As many times as I'd had sex with Johnny and the others this time seemed more intense for some reason. Maybe it was because it had started out as sort of a taboo thing, but for whatever reason it was amazing.

Gerald seemed to be enjoying it too and I could tell from the way he was moaning and thrashing around that he wasn't going to last much longer. Suddenly I wanted him inside me so bad that it ached. I got that way with Johnny sometimes, but Johnny was in Missouri and Gerald was right here beneath me.

"Hold on you guys," I said coming up off Gerald's dick.

Then falling down on my stomach I raised my butt and reached back and spread my cheeks. Gerald didn't waste a minute hopping up and moving into position. He used spit to slick up my hole and his pecker and it didn't take long to get it planted inside me.

When he was all the way in he fell down on top of me and pressed me into the floor and began moving slowly in and out but not pulling out very far. He snaked his arms up and under my arms and held me tightly as he rocked back and forth fucking me slowly and gently.

I was surprised at his technique. I mean usually he just rammed it in and went at it like a rabbit until he came, but this time he was actually being gentle. Maybe he just wanted to make it last, or maybe he was too tired to fuck faster, but for whatever reason I was loving it.

I'd forgotten about Donnie but when I turned my head I saw him sitting close by watching us closely. When Gerald was done I had plans for Donnie too, so I reached out and patted his bare leg.

"You're next," I whispered and Donnie laughed softly.

Gerald lasted another five minutes before he cried out and pushed deep inside me and came fitfully. He wallowed around for a bit before collapsing atop me and for a minute I thought he'd fallen asleep.

"You're crushing me," I teased, "get off you big lug."

He mumbled something and rolled off and I flipped over onto my back and pulled Donnie on top of me. I kissed him hard and I could tell he was surprised, but also pleased. He kissed back and I could feel his excitement as he pressed his hard cock into mine continuing the amazing feeling from earlier.

Suddenly I wanted Donnie like I'd never wanted anyone before and it sort of scared me. Even with Johnny the feeling was seldom this intense and it sort of overwhelmed me, but not enough to stop me.

Raising my legs high I guided Donnie's slick pecker into my hole and he did all the rest. Unlike Gerald, Donnie seemed in a hurry to get off and he fucked me fast and hard before crying out and adding his sperm to Gerald's.

He pulled out as soon as he was done and rolled onto his back panting like he'd run an race and still moaning softly.

"Now you," I heard Gerald say and he was on my dick in a heartbeat, sucking and jacking till I spermed in his mouth. 

The orgasm was intense and I felt like I was going to black out but I managed to stay conscious long enough to go to the bathroom and clean up a bit before falling back down and passing out. I slept the rest of the night without interruption and I'm pretty sure the other two did the same.

The next morning Uncle Joe let us sleep till around 8 and fed us a big breakfast. He'd gotten up early and milked the two cows he kept for that purpose,  gathered eggs and fed the chickens, and did some other chores around the farm, but there was still plenty for us to do.

After breakfast we helped clean up and then we followed Uncle Joe out to the barn and he showed us what he wanted done. First was cleaning the loose hay up all over the place and sweeping and organizing the stuff in there.

"When you boys get done with that come find me in the garden. We have some weeding to do today."

Despite the fact that we would rather have been playing then working, we actually had a good time that day, and the bonus was, we got paid for it. We were finished in a couple of hours and after using the bathroom and getting a drink of water we went out to find Uncle Joe.

"Done already?" he said smiling, "You guys are fast. Did you hang up all the tools when you were done?"

"Yes sir," I said saluting.

"Well, I'll check on it later, but right now I'm gonna get you guys started on the weeding."

Once he got us lined up he went into the house and was gone a long time. I didn't hear him return but suddenly he was standing just behind me and I jumped a little.

"Oh, you scared me."

"Sorry bud, I checked the barn it looks fine except you forgot to empty that trash barrel in there. You can do that later though. How's the weeding coming?"

"Fine," I said wiping the sweat from my brow, "I never knew a garden was so much work."

My uncle laughed, "Yeah, sometimes it's like that, but when summer's over things level out some."

"When is the guy coming to pick up the stuff we picked yesterday?"

"Pretty soon...hopefully. Tomorrow we'll pick the best stuff again. I wish your aunt was here, she could start canning some of this stuff. I promised your folks that I'd fix them up, but it will have to wait till she's back. I'll send you boys home with some fresh vegetables though. I'm sure your folks will enjoy them."

We worked in the garden for a couple of hours more and then we heard a truck pull up and stop near the barn. An older man with white hair climbed out and Uncle Joe walked over to meet him. They talked for a bit then Uncle Joe led him into the barn to look at the stuff we'd picked. When they came out Uncle Joe hollered for us to come help load the vegetables and we spend about fifteen minutes stacking the baskets in the man's pickup.

He handed Uncle Joe a handful of cash and Uncle Joe stuck it in his pocket, they shook hands, and the old man drove off.

"Nice old man," Uncle Joe said, "reminds me of dad."

"Did you make a lot of money?" Gerald asked sounding excited.

"Well, I'm not a millionaire, but I have enough to pay you boys. Do you want me to pay you each day or at the end of the week?"

We hadn't thought about that before and we talked among ourselves for a few minutes before deciding to wait. We figured there was no place to spend our money anyway, and when we got paid at the end of the week it would seem like more money if we had it all at once.

"If we go somewhere and you guys need spending money, you can borrow against your pay, okay guys?"

"Yeah, that sounds good."

"Well, I don't know about you boys, but I'm hungry. What say we go inside and have some lunch?"

Lunch was roast beef sandwiches on thick white bread and chips. Of course we had sliced veggies from the garden and for desert we had strawberries and peaches, also from the farm. After lunch Uncle Joe said we should rest for a while to let our food settle and that he was going to go take a short nap.

We weren't really sleepy so we wandered outside and found a shade tree and sat down. 

"How much more stuff do we have to do today?" Gerald asked leaning back against the tree.

"Not much, probably a couple of more hours. That's all."

"Then what are we gonna do?" Donnie asked looking bored.

"I dunno, we can walk down to the pond and look around I guess. If we'd brought our poles we could've fished."

"Can we swim in there?"

"I don't think so, it's sort of muddy most of the time and there are probably snakes in there."

"Too bad, we could skinny dip," Gerald laughed.

"You just want to get  nekkid," Donnie said shaking his head.

"Yeah, I wish I was a nudist or something. I think I'd like to be naked all the time."

"Not me, I don't want my pecker flopping around all over the place," Donnie laughed.

"But if you were at a nudist camp there would be naked girls running around too. You could see tits and twats all over the place."

"Yeah, but remember..there would be old ladies with big saggy tits there too," I reminded him.

"Eww....that's sick. With their twats all stretched out."

"What happens if you get a hardon in those places? Do they kick you out?" Donnie wanted to know.

"I don't know. I don't think so though, it's natural. I bet most of the guys run around hard all the time."

"I know you would be," I teased.

"And so would you...if there were boys there," Gerald said cuffing me gently.

"Only if they have hair and can sperm...not little kids," I said giving him a mean look.

"You still upset cause' of that Mary girl?"

"No, I'm not upset, but I think she's too young to be thinking about her like that."

"Hey, I just wanted to look. It's not like I wanted to bone her or anything," Gerald laughed.

"All this sexy talk is making my pecker hard," Donnie said rubbing the bulge in his jeans.

"Me too, let's go somewhere and jack off before it's time to go back to work."

"We can go up in the hayloft if you guys wanna."

"Yeah, that's where we slept last time," Donnie said for Gerald's benefit.

We climbed into the hayloft and looked around. The bales were now all neatly stacked at one end and the floor was fairly clean. 

"This is pretty cool, so you guys slept up here huh? I bet you had some fun, didn't ya'?"

"Yeah, well...my aunt was home then so we needed to be away from the house to have privacy."

"Well, we better get at it before your uncle starts hollering for us to get back to work," Gerald said unzipping his jeans and pushing them down to reveal his tented white underpants.

Donnie and I followed his lead and pretty soon we were all three working our hard peckers. I could smell our musky scent mixed with sweat and the smells of the hayloft and it made me even hornier. There was something very exciting about jacking off with your buddies in strange new places, and after that day every time I smelled hay I thought of that day.

Gerald came first, splattering his thin sperm on the floor and then milking his pecker till it was dry. Donnie came next, but I was right behind him and after we added our few drops of cum to Gerald's we zipped up and things were back to normal again.

We stood at the big open door of the loft and stared out at the pasture and the pond beyond and breathed in the fresh farm air. I loved the city and my home, but my time spent on the farm was special and would stay with me all of my life. There would be many more trips over the years, but that one had a special place in my heart. The only bad thing about it was that Johnny wasn't there, but we still managed to have a good time.

When Uncle Joe awoke from his nap he came out to find us sitting on his tractor. He had a big smile on his face and he looked rested, but we knew there was still work to be done. 

"Help me hitch up the wagon and we'll take the tractor down and feed the milk cows and check the water trough."

We jumped in to help and got the little wagon hooked up and Uncle Joe went up in the hayloft and lowered a couple of bales of hay out the big door with the hoist. He'd placed the wagon just below the barn door and we guided the bales down and between the three of us we managed to get them in place.

When Uncle Joe came back he was grinning and I wondered if he'd noticed the cum on the floor of the hayloft. I'm sure I was blushing a bit, but Uncle Joe didn't say anything as he swung up onto the tractor seat and suddenly we were on our way.

We sat on the hay bales and giggled and talked as we bumped along the rough trail that led out to the small pasture where Uncle Joe kept his cows. They would graze all day in the pasture and then come sundown they would wander back up to the livestock barn and settle in for the night.

When we reached the watering trough Uncle Joe parked the tractor and hopped down and we followed him like sheep. The water trough was about six feet across and there was a hand pump next to it for filling it. 

Uncle joy pumped the handle a few times and water began to flow. When it had been flowing for a while Uncle Joe stuck his cupped hands under neath the water and filled them then took a drink. Us boys followed his lead and after we'd gotten a drink and the trough had filled we piled back on the wagon and drove on a bit further.

Uncle Joe had us kick off the bales of hay and he took a hook looking thing from the back of the wagon and dug it into the hay and scattered a bit of it. The cows came wandering up eventually and we went over to pat them.

Even though cows were big, they were gentle as long as you didn't get on their wrong side, and Uncle Joe's two cows were very friendly.

"Little Joe loves those cows," my uncle said smiling. I figured he missed his wife and his son, but hopefully our being there was helping a bit, "He makes mooing sounds and they come right up to him."

"They have big eyes," Donnie giggled, "kind of pretty too."

"They seem to like you boys just fine too, maybe tomorrow you'd like to take a turn milking them."

I wasn't sure I wanted to, but the other two boys seemed excited about it so I didn't protest. It would mean getting up earlier, but we could always take a nap later if we were tired.

Uncle Joe had us help him check the fence and once he was satisfied that everything was okay, we headed back to the barnyard. On the ride back Uncle Joe took us by the pond and we stopped and looked around. It looked bigger than I'd remembered it and it was full, thanks to all the rain we'd gotten that summer, and didn't look as muddy as usual.

"Lots of fish in there. If you boys wanna try your luck I have a couple of rod and reels and some cane poles. We can dig you up some worms in the garden or catch some grasshoppers."

I wasn't much of a fisherman, but the other two wanted to try it, so when we got back to the farm we dug some worms and grabbed the fishing poles and walked back to the pond. Uncle Joe said he'd come check on us later, but that he had some things he needed to do first, so for a while it was just us three.

It was hot that day, but there were a couple of trees around the edge and we found a shady spot and set up our stuff. Uncle Joe had sent us with a tackle box and in it were hooks and sinkers and bobbers and even a string line in case we caught any fish. He said if we caught some good catfish he'd cook them up for supper.

Since I wasn't that comfortable with a rod and reel, I chose one of the cane poles and baited my hook and threw my line out as far as I could. I sat down on the bank with my legs folded and my head resting on my knees and watched the bobber floating lazily on the water as the other two got ready.

It was so quiet out there with only the sounds of the wind and an occasional cricket chirping or bird singing, and I began to feel a little drowsy after a while. Johnny and Gerald seemed to know what they were doing and soon they had their lines cast into the pond and were eagerly awaiting their first catch.

I didn't expect to catch anything just using a cane pole, but after about ten minutes I saw my bobber start jerking. At first I just thought it was the wind on the pond, but when I pulled back on the pole and felt it again I stood up and gave the line a jerk to set the hook.

"I think I got one," I said excitedly.

Gerald was closest and he walked over, still holding his pole, and talked me through the process of pulling the fish in. It felt huge as it struggled to get free, but I was determined to hang on to whatever it was.

Gerald handed his rod and reel to Donnie and helped me pull the line in and when we finally got the fish close enough to see it surprised us both. Now as far as catfish go I'm sure he wasn't that big, but to a city boy who had before that day never caught anything bigger than a perch or sunfish, this one looked huge.

"Oh wow, it's a good un'," Donnie said as Gerald held it up, "Probly' three or four pounds."

"Naw, more like two or three, but is we catch a few more like this we'll have a good fish fry tonight," Gerald said as Donnie grabbed the stringer and helped him secure the catfish.

I was glad they did all the work, because to be honest I was a little bit afraid of catfish. I'd heard they could gig you with those sharp things on their head, but Gerald and Donnie seemed to know just how to hold that one.

I baited my hook again and threw it back out and for a while nothing happened. Then suddenly Donnie yelled out that he had a big one and sure enough a few minutes later he hauled in a nice catfish that was quite a bit bigger than mine.

Gerald still hadn't had so much as a nibble so he finally took his rod and moved around the bank a little ways and tried his luck there. I caught a small perch, but threw it back, and baited my hook and as I was tossing it back in the water Gerald cried out and soon he hauled in one almost as big as Donnie's.

Uncle Joe showed up after about an hour on the tractor and when we saw the three fish we'd caught he congratulated us and said that all we needed was a couple more like those and we'd have enough for a good dinner.

Gerald got tired and offered his rod and reel to Uncle Joe who took it and put some kind of stuff in a jar on the hook. He said it was stink bait and that the catfish loved it for some reason and he'd caught some big ones using it.

Donnie wanted to try the new bait so Uncle Joe showed him how to use it and pretty soon the two of them were casting their lines as Gerald and I watched from the shade.

Uncle Joe caught the next one and it made my catfish look like a minnow. It must've  weighed 4 or 5 lbs and it really put up a good fight before he got it landed. Donnie caught one more about the size of the one I had caught earlier and Uncle Joe said we had plenty for supper, but that if we wanted to fish some more that was fine.

We fished a little while longer, but none of even got a bite, so we decided to call it a day. We were hot and tired and sweaty and really needed a shower, but I figured that would have to wait till bedtime.

Uncle Joe had a good idea though. Once we got the fish cleaned. Well, actually Donnie and Uncle Joe did that part, he led us out back of the barn and we stripped down to our shorts and took turn using the hose to wash off and cool down.

I was taken again by how buff my uncle was when he stripped off his shirt and his muscles literally rustled in this arms and stomach as he moved. I have to admit I had a little bit of a boner just from watching him, but of course I was hard more than soft those days, so I didn't give it much thought.

When we were done we sat around outside to dry off and talked. Uncle Joe had some good stories and all of us boys loved listening to him. He was so patient and kind to me and my friends and I was very proud that he was my Uncle and I think the other two might have been a little envious of me.

Dinner that night was wonderful. Until that day I had never really liked fish that much, but those catfish that we had caught, and that my Uncle had prepared for us, were delicious. There was plenty for all of us and even some left over for snacks later or for lunch tomorrow. 

Along with the fried catfish we had corn on the cob and fried potatoes and of course sliced veggies from the garden. For dessert we had ice cream with strawberries and by the time we left the table that night we could barely walk.

We helped Uncle Joe clean up and after that we were on our own. Uncle Joe went off to take a real shower and when I saw him next he was wearing just a pair of gym shorts and no shirt. His body was still glistening from the water making him look like he was glowing or something. 

I tried not to think about how sexy he looked, but my eyes were drawn to his crotch and the outline of what lay  within those shorts and I was pretty sure that he wasn't wearing any underwear.

"I'm gonna watch some TV, but you guys can do whatever you want," my uncle said toweling his shaggy hair off.

I think at that moment I wanted to curl up beside my Uncle and watch him watch TV, but fortunately for me the other two decided they wanted to play some more. 

We wandered around the farm checking out everything and eventually wound up in the hayloft again.

We sat down at the big door in the loft with our legs dangling over the edge and watched as the sun began to set. It had been a good day, but as we sat there staring out at the peaceful landscape I couldn't help but think of Johnny.

Where was he? Was he having fun? And most importantly, did he miss me as much as I missed him? This was the second time we'd been apart for more than a day and it seemed like it was becoming a habit or something. I guess I knew that as  kids we had very little control over our lives, but up until recently things had gone so well for us that I'd forgotten just how bad things could get.

Eventually we returned to the house and took a shower, one at a time, and slipped on clean shorts. We finally joined Uncle Joe in the living room around 8 o'clock and I piled down next to him with Donnie beside me and Gerald in a chair nearby.

Uncle Joe looked like he might have been dozing off and on and I felt sorry for him having to work so hard. Usually he worked a regular job too, but he was on vacation for the next week, even though it wasn't much of a vacation when you lived on a farm.

"Tomorrow we're gonna take the afternoon off," Uncle Joe announced suddenly, "Any thoughts on what you might like to do?"

"Go swimming!" we all three shouted at once causing us to giggle and Uncle Joe to smile.

"Okay, but I know another place over by Salina where we can go. The water is so clear you can see clear to the bottom and the rocks are small and don't hurt your feet. There's shade trees and even some cookers so we can cook hot dogs or hamburgers and have a picnic."

We talked about the trip for a while, completely forgetting about the TV, and by bedtime we were so excited we just knew we wouldn't be able to sleep. We told Uncle Joe goodnight then peed one last time and brushed our teeth and stripped down to our undies and headed out to the back porch.

We sat down on the pallets and talked some more about the trip to the new swimming hole, and eventually we fell down on our backs, and the subject changed to sex. Pretty soon our underwear was off and we were busy helping each other get our jollies.

I blew Gerald and Donnie blew me then I blew Donnie and we piled down exhausted and went to sleep, no doubt all three of us dreaming of swimming in a cool stream.

Even though we were taking the day off, there were still a few chores to be done in the morning. We got up around seven that day and took care of everything as quickly as possible and then uncle Joe fixed us a huge breakfast.

Even though uncle Joe might not have been the best cook in the world, he sure knew how to fix breakfast. We had scrambled eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, toast with jelly and butter from the farm, and big glasses of fresh milk. Uncle Joe also had coffee and even offered us boys some. I personally didn't like coffee, but Donnie and Gerald insisted that they did, but I noticed they only took a few sips of theirs.

After we cleaned up the breakfast mess, uncle Joe started preparing a picnic lunch for us. There were thick ham sandwiches, sliced veggies from the garden, some canned peaches, and cookies and chips that he bought at the grocery store.

In a big Coleman ice chest he placed cans of pop, and a big jar of tea and one of water, and then covered it all with ice from the freezer on the back porch.

By 11 o'clock we had everything ready to go. I expected that we would take the truck but uncle Joe said the roads were good where we were going so we took the '57 Chevy instead.

None of us boys had swim trunks, but we were wearing cut off jeans, and that was all we needed to swim in the creek. We brought towels and a change of clothes for later, and our shoes but at the moment we weren't wearing them. Three barefoot boys, shirtless, tan and toned, wearing just our faded cut off jeans, we must of been quite a sight. Maybe something you would see in a Norman Rockwell painting. Those were the best times of my life.

The trip to the swimming hole took about 20 minutes, during which time we giggled and laughed and played while staring out at the scenery and passing cars. We may have been 13 but that day I think we acted more like 10-year-olds.

Once we got to Salina we drove straight through the small town and wound our way up the curvy narrow road until we reached the turn off. Uncle Joe knew exactly where he was going and before we knew it we were there.

As we pulled to a stop in a little clearing surrounded by shade trees, we piled out of the car and excitedly checked out the swimming hole.

Uncle Joe hadn't been kidding, that water was so clear you could see the bottom clearly. And because the bottom was covered with small rocks there was very little mud to stir up.

Us boys ran whooping and hollering and dove into the water only to discover that it was freezing cold. We came up shivering, gasping, and yelling, and uncle Joe just stood on the bank laughing.

"I forgot to tell you boys, it's fed by an underground spring, and it's as cold as Blue Hole is."

"My hole is blue!" Gerald laughed. And that got us all laughing. Uncle Joe waded in slowly, but no way were we going to make it easy on him. We surrounded him and splashed him with cold water, and pretty soon we jumped on him and pulled him under.

He was laughing and sputtering as he came up, and then it was a free-for-all. Uncle Joe was just like one of the boys that day, and for a while he was able to forgot all about being a grownup and all the problems in his life and just have fun.

Since we'd had a big breakfast we had a late lunch around 2 under a big shade tree. The swimming and wrestling had helped us work up an appetite and the food tasted extra good. When we were full we fell back on the blankets Uncle Joe had spread out and rested while our food settled.

I think Uncle Joe actually dozed off, but us boys just rested and talked quietly about what fun we'd had and what was ahead. I had to admit I wasn't missing Johnny nearly as much as I'd feared, but when you have great friends around it's easier than when you're alone.

Up until now we'd been the only ones at the swimming hole, but suddenly an old beat up pickup came up the road and when it pulled to a stop at least six kids came swarming out of the bed, all of them barefoot and tan with long dark hair. 

It took me a minute to figure it out, but I finally decided they were American Indians or what they call Native Americans these days. A lot of Indians lived in Salina and that area, and a few lived in Pryor and even went to our school. 

I personally thought they were very handsome and I loved their skin color and long dark hair. There was an Indian boy named Tony who went to our school when I was in 3rd or 4th grade and I think I sort of had a crush on him. We never really connected though and the next year he was gone.

We sat up and looked the newcomers over and I could see Gerald perk up a little when he realized one of the kids was a girl. She was probably a little younger than us, with a slender body and a cute face, but you could see the curves that made her definitely a girl.

"We should go play with them," Gerald suggested as we watched the group run into the water whooping and hollering like we had earlier.

An old man finally climbed out of the truck and looked our way and gave us a little wave. We waved back and that was all the invitation we needed to join the bunch in the water. 

Uncle Joe was awake and sitting up now and he told us to go on and play, that he was going to rest some more.

The water didn't seem as cold this time, but we waded in slowly and pretty soon the other kids swam up to meet us.

We introduced ourselves and though I don't remember all their names, the oldest was named Johnny and that was a name I couldn't forget. He was 15 and put us boys to shame with his muscles and toned body, not to mention his cute face and  long dark hair that flowed clear to his shoulders. 

What was it about boys named Johnny that turned me on so much? I felt a stirring in my shorts for this handsome Indian boy and I felt a little ashamed of myself.

The girl's name was Tammy and she was twelve and Gerald spent most of his time hanging around her, so much that it was obvious he was smitten with her.

Once when Johnny and I were floating together away from the others he asked me if Gerald was horny or something. I laughed and said he always was and Johnny said he better watch out for Tammy cause she'd have his pants off him in a second if they were alone.

That was interesting news and I wondered if she messed with her brothers. But that didn't interest me nearly as much as whether the brothers messed with each other. The youngest was 10 and then they were stair steps, 11,12,13,14,15. 

The fourteen year old was named Tommy I think and he was nothing like his big brother Johnny. He was skinny and not nearly as cute and I didn't find him attractive at all, plus he seemed kind of moody and quiet.

The younger boys were full of piss and vinegar, as my dad liked to say, and were always sneaking up on someone and dunking them or splashing them. Donnie seemed to have made friends with the 11 year old, whose name I don't remember, and they hung out most of the time.

Further up the creek there was a bridge and Johnny suggested we go down there and look around. I looked up at Uncle Joe on the blanket and he was laying back down again, so I figured I wouldn't bother him by telling him where we were going.

The others followed Johnny eagerly and I think it was then that I figured out that Johnny was the leader of the group. Gerald was stuck to Tammy like glue and once when she stepped on a rock or something he grabbed her arm and steadied her and I saw her give him a big smile. It appeared the attraction was mutual.

The bridge was maybe a quarter of a mile upstream and the creek got shallower as we got closer so pretty soon we were only about knee deep in water. A gravel road leg off on either side of the bridge, but the whole time we were there we didn't see or hear a single car pass over the bridge.

It was shady and cool beneath the bridge and there were cement banks that looked like bleachers in a gym. Johnny led us over to the cement bleachers and sat down and so did everyone else, Tammy and Gerald so close they were touching.

"So you guys are brothers and sisters?"

"All cept' Tammy, she's our cousin." Johnny said sending a look her way.

That meant she wasn't as taboo as a sister would be, so maybe Johnny had messed with her.

"Yeah, you better watch out for her," the youngest boy said, "my aunt says she's boy crazy," he giggled.

"Shut up Sammy," she said indignantly, "at least I don't suck wieners like you boys do."

Oh my that was interesting and when no one denied it I assumed it was true. My dick had been half hard most of the day and now it was climbing in my shorts toward full blown wood.

"Soooo!"Tommy said shaking his head and making a funny face, "If you did, boys might like you better." At that everyone laughed and we soon joined in.

"You gonna do it to each other now?" Tammy asked rolling her eyes, "isn't that why you came down here?"

"Shut up Tammy," Johnny said sounding pissed, "You don't have to be such a  hateful bitch just cause' your momma is one."

"You take that back Johnny or I'm gonna tell your momma what you said."

"Well...it's true. She's my aunt, but she's a bitch and I aint' taking it back."

"Come on Gerald," she said looking near tears as she pulled Gerald off the cement bank. 

Of course he went willingly, giving me a little shrug as she pulled him further down the creek. A hush fell over the group and the younger boys stirred nervously, but no one said anything for a long time.

"Why'd you have to be so mean Johnny?" the youngest one said frowning, "Tammy aint' never done nothin' to you."

"Well...she started it," Johnny said sounding more like a six year old than a teenager.

Tammy and Gerald were out of sight now and I noticed there was a bend in the creek to the right and figured that was where they went. Any thought of messing around seemed smashed, but I hoped at least Gerald was getting lucky.

"I'm going back to the truck," The youngest boy said and when he jumped up everyone but Johnny and Donnie's new buddy followed him. 

When they were gone Johnny sighed dramatically and looked at me and I gave him a nervous smile.

"Sorry about that," he muttered.

"It's okay," I said turning up the smile, "She did sort of start it."

"Yeah, thanks. I bet she rapes your friend while they're down there," he added chuckling.

"I don't think it would be rape," I assured him, "he was following her around like a puppy."

"Damn that makes me horny, thinkin' about fucking and stuff."

"Me too," I said placing my hand on my crotch for effect.

His lovely brown eyes followed my hand and he grinned real big, "We might have to take care of somethin' if it gets much harder."

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

"We could jack off," Donnie's new buddy said grinning.

"Yeah, that would be fun," Donnie said enthusiastically.

"Not here," Johnny said frowning, "but I know a place."

"I'm in," I assured him.

He led us in the direction that Gerald and Tammy had gone, but when we got to the other end of the bridge and then up the side of the hill till we were right underneath the bridge. It was more private here and although anyone in the creek could have seen us, I figured Tammy and Gerald would be busy for a while, and even if they did come back I knew Gerald was cool and I doubted Tammy would say anything after what happened earlier.

There was another cement ledge at the top, just low enough for us to sit on and Johnny didn't waste any time dropping his cut off jeans. He wasn't wearing any underwear and the first thing I noticed was a sprinkling of dark hair just above his penis. I had expected a lot more, but later I found out that some Indians didn't grow a lot of hair. 

Despite my disappointment with his pubic hair, when his pecker came into view I forgot all about that. It was at least 6" and fat and uncut like mine and he had two huge hangers below it. Despite being outside in the open air I could still smell a musky sexy odor coming up from his crotch and my mouth began to water.

I remembered what Tammy had said about them sucking each other and I wondered if that included Johnny. On the other side of me Donnie and the 11 year were working their wet shorts down and I turned my attention to Johnny's 11  year old brother.

He wasn't much to look at really. He was skinny and hairless and his pecker couldn't have been more than 2 or 3 inches fully hard. He was uncut like his brother, but that was where the comparison stopped. 

When I turned my attention back to Johnny I noticed his eyes were focused on my pecker and I wondered what he was thinking.

"You got almost as much hair as I do and your peter is almost as big. How old did you say you were?"

"13, but I got my hair and stuff early," I said blushing a little.

"Me too, I was 10 when I first came wet."

"Wow, I was 11 and I thought that was early. My friend back home and me both started bout' the same time."

"Feels good...don't it?" Johnny suddenly said closing his eyes as his hand began to move faster on his still pecker.

"Uh huh," I said checking out his body as I worked my own pecker. 

Beside us Donnie and the other kid were jacking off, but I don't think Donnie was any more impressed with his buddy than I was. He seemed to be enjoying his jack off session, but I'd have given odds he was probably thinking more about Tammy than us boys.

"You and your friend ever...you know, help each other out?'

"Sure, I guess all boys do that, don't they?"

"And brothers," Johnny laughed.

"What...um, do you guys do?" I asked curiously. I wasn't about to volunteer any information till I was sure what helping each other out meant.

"Oh, uh...you know...help each other...get off."

"Oh, yeah," I said still not sure what he meant exactly.

"Why, what do you and your friends do?"

I shrugged, "You know, help each other get off...jack off and stuff."

"Un huh...wanna do that?" he said sounding almost as nervous as I did.

"Uh, sure...if you want to."

He just nodded and reached for me and when his hand touched my pecker I thought I was going to come right then and there. He looked at me expectantly and I quickly grabbed his pecker and working the loose skin.

His pecker felt hot and seemed to throb in my hand and for a minute I forgot about my own pecker and just concentrated on his. I could smell that sexy, musky odor that I'd come to associate with boy sex and my mouth was watering just thinking about how good his pecker would taste in my mouth. 

He seemed to like what I was doing, and I sure liked what he was doing. It was obvious he knew how to make another boy feel good and that he was comfortable with  another boy touching his privates so I was hopeful he'd be open to more.

"Ever had anyone suck your peter?" he said in a low raspy voice.

"Uh huh, bout the best feeling ever..."

"Yeah, sure is," he said softly.

When he didn't say anything else after a while I decided to take the bull by the horns, as my dad often said.

"Want me to...uh...you know, suck your peter?" I mumbled as I blushed bright red.

"Okay," he said leaning back a bit to give me better access.

I leaned down and sniffed his pecker and the scent made my head swim. He was watching me closely and when I looked up and our eyes met something passed between us that I couldn't quite explain. It was like he knew exactly what I was thinking and I could feel what he was feeling.

Just to show off my skills I pulled the foreskin back and licked the sticky head of his pecker causing him to shiver and make a little mewling sound.

I heard Donnie and his new buddy giggle from behind me, but I was too busy feasting on Johnny's pecker to think much about them.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around Johnny's big balls and he shivered again and grunted his approval. I looked up at him, but his eyes were closed and his head thrown back in ecstasy.

I teased his cock head with my tongue for a while then licked up and down his fat veined shaft as he shivered and moaned lowly. I loved the effect I was having on him and when I finally put my warm wet mouth over his cock he cried out so loudly that I was afraid they might hear him all the way back to the cars.

"Oh...oh...shit...you're really good..." he gasped as I swallowed more and more of his long fat pecker.

I had learned to take a pecker all the way into my throat by then and when I swallowed him to the root I thought he was going to pass out. 

"Oh...shit...you swallowed all of it..." He said bugged eyed and slack jawed.

All I could do was mumble as I came up a little, then went back down over and over, punishing my poor throat as I got lost in the feeling of sucking his delicious cock. He made a lot more pre-cum than any of us ever did and I was drinking it down as I sucked him and the taste was amazing. 

The whole time I was sucking him I was squeezing his big balls and when I felt then pull up some I knew he was getting ready to come. 

"I'm gonna shoot!" he gasped out a warning, but I just kept sucking harder and faster using my other hand to jack the loose skin as I sucked.

"Here...it....comes...."

And boy did it come. The first blast went straight down my throat and it was almost all I could do not to choke on it, but the rest of his creamy boy sperm pooled in my mouth and on my tongue as I savored the taste.

Johnny had all but collapsed after the last shot burst out of his piss slit, but now he was starting to stir. I guessed his pecker was starting to get sensitive like a lot of guys do after they come, so I pulled up and licked the head clean then sat up.

I made a big deal out of swallowing his sperm down and licked my lips when I was done to show him just how much I liked it.

"Oh my God...you suck dick like you was eating ice cream," he gasped and I heard more giggles from behind me.

I just shrugged, "Was it okay?"

"Okay....okay? Hell no, it was the best feeling I ever had."

"Good," I said looking down at his cock which was still rock hard.

"Now, it's your turn," he said pushing me back a little and dropping his face to my crotch.

Johnny didn't have the skills that I had when it came to sucking, but he more than made up for it in enthusiasm, and I was so horned up from sucking him that I didn't last long. Since he had warned me when he was ready to come, I figured I should return the favor.

"I'm coming...." I gasped.

He hesitated a minute then just kept on sucking and jacking but when the first squirt hit his mouth he pulled off and jacked me off onto the ground. I came hard and a lot and I felt weak when the last squirt hit the ground and I started oozing.

Johnny sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and began pulling up his shorts.

"We should probly' go see where Tammy is. We don't want her gettin' pregnant," he said grinning, "You two over there done getting your jollies?"

"Yeah, we comed," Johnny's little brother said, "And Donnie shot lots of sperm."

I looked over at the wet spot on the ground beneath Donnie's feet and smiled. I wondered if he came so hard because of the little show Johnny and I had just put on.

Once we were dressed again we walked down to the creek and started in the direction the two lovers had gone but we hadn't gone far when we saw them heading our way. It looked like they were holding hands at first, but by the time they got to us they'd given that up.

"Well...well...did you do it?" Johnny teased.

"Shut up Johnny," Tammy said angrily, "We didn't do nothin'."

"Okay, okay...come on let's get back before grandpa comes lookin' for us."

I realized at that point that we'd been gone well at least an hour and I wondered if Uncle Joe was starting to worry about us. I supposed the boys who'd gone back might have told them where we were, but I was still anxious to get back.

Uncle Joe was in the water when we got back and we hurried down to where he floated and fell in beside him.

"You all have fun?"

"Yeah, we went exploring," I said trying not to blush.

"That's good. I'm glad you boys can make friends so easy."

"They seem like nice kids," I said thinking about Johnny's big dick and smiling.

Meanwhile the other kids had swarmed the pickup truck and were taking turns drinking something from a big thermos jug. That made me realize how thirsty I was so I told Uncle Joe I was going to get something to drink.

"You guys coming?" I asked of Gerald and Donnie, and nodding they followed me up to the spot where we'd left the cooler.

Once we were alone I started to grill Gerald about what went on with Tammy.

"We kissed."

"That all?"

"Well...we sort of played show and tell," he said grinning, "she has a beaver."

Donnie cracked up laughing and then I remembered what a beaver was and joined in. I'd heard the boys at school talk about taking beaver shots and finally got someone to explain it to me and I thought it was funny. I wondered what it would be called if they were sneaking peeks of boys crotchs, but I couldn't think of anything as clever.

"Did you pet it?" I laughed.

"Yeah, it was slippery," he giggled.

"And did she pet your snake?" Donnie laughed.

"A little, she said it was nice," he said blushing.

"Well, I'm glad you had fun, but it's probably good you didn't fuck her. She could get pregnant you know."

"I know that. We'd need a rubber."

That got us talking about the rubber that Johnny and me and Roger had shared and we got to laughing about that and started getting horny again. 

Johnny and his brothers came over after a while and we started talking and eventually we got back in the water and started splashing and playing around some more. Uncle Joe got out after a while and laid down on the grass and sunned himself while we continued to play around.

Tammy seemed to be over Gerald and was hanging around Donnie now, and wondered if she flirted with every boy she met. I was glad she hadn't started with me, because even though I was curious about girls, I didn't think I was ready to do more than talk about them.

Eventually the old man called the kids out of the water and told them it was time to go. We got out too and told the kids goodbye and when I got to Johnny I slapped him on the arm and told him that I had fun. I hoped he would know what I really meant, and the look on his face told me that he did.

"It was more fun than I  had in a long time," he said grinning, "wish you lived closer."

"Yeah, me too," I said wistfully, but I had my own Johnny back home and I didn't need another one to complicate things.

We waved as they drove off and we felt kind of sad to see them go. They were a loud and rowdy bunch, but they all seemed like nice kids and they got along okay, well except for Johnny and Tammy maybe. I guess when you come from a big family like that, it was just like having a bunch of buddies living with you all the time. 

After the kids left we laid out beside Uncle Joe for a while and sunned till we were fairly dry, then Uncle Joe suggested we head on back to the farm. We were getting kind of hungry and bored so it didn't take much convincing to get us to agree.

On the ride back we sat in the back side by side, our still damp legs touching and thought our separate thoughts, occasionally pointing at something along the way, and before we knew it we were pulling into the farm.

We piled out and stretched and waited for Uncle Joe to lead us inside the house. He said he was going to go take a shower and change and then he'd start supper. While we waited we went out to the porch and stripped off our wet clothes and dried off and put on clean underwear and shorts. We did a little grab ass and pecker grabbing when we were naked, but nothing serious. We figured there would be plenty of time for that later.

That night Uncle Joe fixed grilled pork chops and we had mashed potatoes and gravy, corn on the cob, and of course lots of veggies from the garden. I had to admit the stuff we picked from the garden tasted a whole lot better than the stuff we usually had at home and I was starting to like things I'd never liked before.

For dessert we had store bought cookies and fruit and then we helped Uncle Joe clean up. Uncle Joe went out to check on a few things around the farm and we watched TV till he got back. He piled down with us and for a while we just sat around and enjoyed each other's company.

"I hope you boys enjoyed yourselves today, cause tomorrow we need to pick vegetables again."

I sort of groaned and Uncle Joe laughed, but actually I didn't mind the work. It was sort of fun in a way and...I was getting paid a whole dollar for each day. Not to mention I was starting to build some muscle which was inspiration enough. I wouldn't mind looking as buff as the two Johnnys.

Uncle Joe went to bed around ten and left us boys on our own and pretty soon we took care of our bathroom stuff and went out to the porch. We stripped down to our underwear and piled down on the pallets and talked about our day and Donnie started talking about what Johnny and I did.

Gerald listened with interest and fell back sighing, "I should have stayed with you guys, at least I would have gotten off."

Donnie and I laughed, "Well...it's not too late," I said jumping on him and yanking his underwear down.

His pecker was about half hard, but with my help it only took a few minutes for it to climb to it's full length. I grabbed it and licked the head and he moaned softly causing Donnie to giggle.

"Help me Donnie," I said grinning.

Donnie scooted over and started tweaking Gerald's nipples and he moaned even louder. Even boy nips were a source of pleasure and something we'd only recently learned. I reached down and grabbed Gerald's nut sack and rolled the grape sized balls inside around and he opened his legs even wider.

Snaking a finger back to his sweaty hole I toyed with it as he pushed back trying to offer more of himself to me. I took his pecker into my warm wet mouth and at the same time I pushed my finger into his tacky hole. 

He moaned loudly and began to move his hips up and down and in a circular motion and pretty soon he was going faster and panting like a dog on a hot day. I knew he was close, but instead of speeding up and finishing him off, I came up off his pecker and started licking his belly and sticking my tongue in his belly button.

"Ahhhh....why'd you stop?"

"Just makin' it last," I said looking up at him and grinning.

He threw his arm over his eyes and I motioned for Donnie to come closer. I pointed to Gerald's pecker and scooted to one side and pointed for him to take a place on the other side. Then I reached over and grabbed Gerald's pecker and started licking. Donnie got the idea and started licking it from the other side. 

Gerald raised up and looked down and sort of grunted then fell back down and just enjoyed what was happening. While we felt him up all over we continued to lick his pecker and when I thought he was getting close I finally grabbed it and put my mouth on it so I wouldn't waste his sperm.

He cried out as he began to erupt in my mouth, as jet after jet of hot boy cum hit my mouth. I swallowed it all down greedily then licked him clean then patted his tummy.

"There, now you got your jollies," I chuckled.

His eyes were closed, but he moaned lowly and thanked us in a low feeble voice.

"Looks like we're on our own Donnie," I said climbing over Gerald and positing myself in a 69 position with him.

We sucked each other slowly, fondling each others balls and butt and rubbing around on each other till we were ready to explode. We came almost at the same time and drank down each others warm creamy spunk then just lay there with our heads resting on each others thigh.

We were tired after the day of swimming and playing hard and now the sex had depleted the last of our energy. We eventually pulled apart and laid down next to each other and snuggled a little till we got too hot and sweaty, then rolled apart and fell asleep. Gerald never stirred once the whole time.

The rest of the week passed quickly, chores and weeding, and picking the vegetables. We even helped with things like laundry, and cleaning, and cooking, and by the weekend we felt as much at home on the farm as we did at our own house.

Saturday morning we got up early and did what few chores we needed to do and had a big breakfast. This time we had pancakes along with the usual stuff and we ate till we were stuffed. After clean up was done Uncle Joe sat us down to talk about what we wanted to do next and to pay us.

"You guys have done a great job all week," he began, smiling warmly, "you never once complained and you did a man's work and I'm proud of all three of you. So...since you worked like men, I'm going to pay you like men."

Next he handed each of us a ten dollar bill and our eyes went wide. We were expecting a dollar a day, 5 dollars for our work, and that seemed like a lot, but ten whole dollars seemed like a fortune.

"That's too much," I protested.

"No, it's not too much. You boys earned every penny of it. I want you to have it. I can afford it and I'm happy to do it. God had been good to me and I'm giving back a little."

Well, how could we argue with that. If it was God's work, it had to be right.

"So, what do you boys want to do this weekend?"

We'd been swimming twice, and that was great, but what we really wanted to do was go somewhere different. We'd talked about it some over the last week and come up with a couple of ideas, but we wanted to run them past uncle Joe to see what he thought.

"Well, we were wondering if we could go somewhere different...like a bigger city or something," I said leading the way.

"Yeah, like Muskogee or Claremore," Gerald said.

"Well, sure we could do that, but if you're shootin' for the big city, how about Tulsa?"

Tulsa was about an hour's drive from our sleepy little town, and what you'd call a real city. I'd been there a couple of times with my folks and was amazed at the tall buildings down town, the sprawling shopping centers, and neighborhoods bigger than our whole town.

"Yeah! That would be rad. What can we do there?"

"Well, there's a lot of stuff to do. There are museums, and movie theaters, and arcades, and even an amusement park called Bell's."

"I've been there," I offered, "It's right on the Fair grounds and we went there when we went to the Tulsa State Fair one year, but we didn't ride Zingo," I said not wanting to explain why. The truth was, I was scared, but I was only about 8 or 9 then.

"Well, it's open all day during the summer. We could go there first and then go somewhere and eat dinner and maybe do some shopping then get back before dark. What do you boys think?"

Well, needless to say we thought it was the most amazing idea anyone had ever had. We dressed quickly in the best clothes we had with us and laced on our Keds and Uncle Joe packed an ice chest with some drinks and brought a few snacks for us and by ten o'clock we were on the road.

We stopped in Pryor to fill the Chevy up with gas and I bought all of a bottle of pop for the road breaking my ten dollar bill in the process.

We made good time up highway 20 and pretty soon we were in Claremore. The road didn't pass through the main part of town, but we still did a lot of rubbernecking as we drove along and then we were on Route 66, which today is kind of famous.

Next was Catoosa and we were only a few minutes away from Tulsa. Our excitement was growing by leaps and bounds as the traffic got heavier and the scenery got more interesting. We were bouncing around pointing and talking excitedly and before we knew it we were on 21st Street and headed toward  the Tulsa Fair grounds which was at the corner of  21st and Yale.

Coming from a small town like Pryor, everything we saw seemed new and exciting, even the cars and the people. I don't think our heads were still for a moment as we gawked at everything we passed and by the time we got within sight of Bell's and the enormous wooden roller coaster called Zingo, we were so excited I'm surprised we didn't wet ourselves.

"Look there it is...see those people with their hands in the air?" Gerald said, "that's what I'm gonna do when I ride it."

"Me too," Donnie said, but I was less enthusiastic about it than they were. We'd have to see.

We parked at the far end and piled out and I noticed there was an old Steam Engine at one edge of the park near the road and behind it was a miniature golf course. That looked like fun and something that wasn't scary.

"We were perfectly willing to use our money we'd earned on the farm to pay our way in, but Uncle Joe refused to let us. We protested a little, but pretty soon we gave in and Uncle Joe paid for all day wrist bands for us.

We hurried in the gates, which went right under Zingo and we could hear the clickety clack of the cars above us. There was so much to see, for instance, there was a ski lift that went all the way from one side to the other and never stopped. To get on it you had to stand backwards then let the seat come up behind you and sit down while the attendant pulled the safety bar down. To get off you just stood up and went to the right as fast as you could to get out of the way. 

Across from Zingo was a track that went up and down and around and you drove gas powered cars around it. It had safety rails so you couldn't drive off and they spaced the cars so they couldn't collide, but it still looked like fun.

There were the usual rides like the Tilt-a-Whirl, and bumper cars, and of course The Himalaya which spun around really fast and the centrifugal force caused you to squash the person on the outside. There was a combination spook house and ride called the Phantasmagoria which looked pretty neat. You sat in little cars that traveled through the spook house and all kinds of neat and scary things happened. As it turned out, it became my favorite ride of all time.

There was an arcade next to the spook house and we spent a little of our money there, but mostly we wanted to ride things. I still wasn't sure about Zingo, but The Himalaya was fun and then we tried the tilt-a-whirl which made me dizzy, but was fun. We killed each other at the bumper cars and rode the ski lift at least four times.

We drove the gas powered cars and played miniature golf and Uncle Joe beat all of us unmercifully. We had just finished playing golf and were right beneath the big roller coaster Zingo and as we watched the cars come flying around the track I decided it was time to overcome my fears and have some real fun.

"Come on," I said as my heart beat fast in my chest, "let's ride Zingo."

"It's fun," Uncle Joe said, "Why don't you sit by me and Donnie and Gerald can sit together?"

I loved him so much at that moment for taking care of me and still not making me feel like a baby in front of my friends. We climbed the steps and waited for the cars to return to the starting point and when everyone had climbed out we took one of the cars near the front. Uncle Joe and I sat in front and Donnie and Gerald in the back and we waited while the other cars filled up. A few of the previous riders stayed in their seats to ride again so it didn't take long till all the cars were full and we were ready to go.

I was glad I hadn't eaten much since breakfast because as we pulled out of the platform and slowly started up that first hill, I was afraid I might barf. The climb up the first hill seemed to take forever and then it curved around a little kind of taking me off guard.  I looked down at the people running around below us and realized just how high up we were. I only got to think about that for a second, because suddenly the bottom seemed to fall out as we started down the other side at the speed of sound.

I know I must've screamed, but with all the wind noise and the screams of all the other riders I couldn't tell for sure. Uncle Joe didn't exactly scream, but he did make a whooping noise and actually raise his arms in the air. 

I don't know if Gerald and Donnie made good on their claim that they were going to do the same thing, because my hands were glued to the safety bar and my eyes on the track before us. After that first hill though I actually began to loosen up and by the time we came through the last turn and into the station I was ready to go again.

The next time around was easier and a lot more fun and though I never did raise my arms completely, I rode that thing three times in a row and I felt like I'd accomplished something major.

We were hungry after riding Zingo and bought a hot dog and a drink at one of the concession stands and sat on a bench and ate it while we chattered about how much fun we were having and what to do next.

"Lets try that spook house thing...Fantasma...whatever," Gerald suggested.

"Oh, you'll like that," Uncle Joe assured us, but I think I'll sit this one out. You three can probably crowd into one car as skinny as you are."

We finished our snack and got in the long snaking line for the ride and that gave our food time to settle. When we finally got up there the guy was going to make Gerald get into a car by himself but we talked him into letting all three of us ride in the one car. Each car was supposed to hold two people, but we were able to fit although it was tight. 

As we started off we turned and then hit this big door and forced it open and started up a hill and then through another door and into near darkness. We clung to each other, not from fear, but just to be silly, and waited for what came next.

At one place there was a spinning tube that the car passed through and it felt like we were turning upside down too. There were skeletons and even a witch, but the scariest thing was when we turned a corner and a big fake bus came out with its horn blaring at us. We screamed like little girls and clung to each other and then laughed our asses off as we continued on. One of the last things was this beam overhead that seemed to break in half and be in danger of hitting us, but you could see it was made that way and that there were  hinges on it. Still it was pretty cool and we had a blast going through the fun  house. When we emerged into the bright sunlight we waited till our car got to the end then decided to go again. 

Even though we'd just gone through it, it was still cool and the bus still got us and we laughed and laughed. After the second time we decided it was time to do something else and we piled out and went to find Uncle Joe. 

He was sitting on a bench watching the bumper cars and we decided to do the bumper cars again.  Uncle Joe took a car and he was vicious as he chased us around, but we got him back plenty of times too. We had to get out of our car and get back in line to go again, but it was well worth it and we went two more times.

We hit the arcade again after that, then rode the ski lift again. I rode with Uncle Joe and we talked while we rode.

"Thanks for bringing us, this was the most fun ever."

"You're welcome. I can't wait till Little Joe is big enough to enjoy this stuff."

"And Mikey," I reminded him, "They're only going to be a year or so apart so I guess they'll grow up as buddies."

Uncle Joe smiled, "Yeah, we'll have to make sure they get to spend lots of time together and have adventures like me and my brothers did."

"Yeah, I wish we were a little closer in age, but it's still neat having a little brother."

"And you're a good big brother to him. I see how you look at him, you and Johnny both. He's got two buddies for life, don't  he?"

Johnny. I hadn't thought of Johnny all day and suddenly I missed him so much it almost hurt.

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence before I thought of something to say and when I did I wished I kept my mouth shut.

"I wish Johnny was here," I blurted out and then blushed bright red.

Uncle Joe just grinned, "Yeah, it does seem strange not having him around. Sometimes I think he's my nephew too."

"He thinks you're his uncle too," I said grinning.

"Well, you'll have lots to tell him and maybe next time we can do this again with him."

"I'm gonna try to get mom and dad to take us to the fair this year and we can ride all the stuff here then."

"That sounds like fun, I bet you won't have to do too much convincing. 

As we got off the ski lift we met up with the other two and then sat down beneath Zingo and rested a while as we watched the people on the roller coaster enjoying themselves.

We decided to ride Zingo one last time, but this time I sat with Gerald and Uncle Joe sat with Donnie. This time I was determined to raise my arms in the air and...I did it. Hoorah for me.

Writers note: If you click the Zingo link above you will see what it was like to ride Zingo.

We were tired and hungry by the time we finally left around 6 that day Uncle Joe said he knew just where to take us for supper. We drove up 21st Street from Bell's and eventually came to a street called Peoria. Uncle Joe said it was a very popular street in Tulsa and sometimes called the Restless Ribbon, because on the weekends the teens would drive their cars up and down the street from one end to the other through the business district there looking for fun and trouble.

We drove south for a while passing a lot of cool houses and before we finally arrived at the business district and then uncle Joe pulled into a place called Pennington's Drive-in. It was like something from out of that movie American Graffiti, which of course didn't come out till years later. 

Uncle Joe glided into one of the stalls and we stared at all the cool cars parked in the other stalls. Car hops were bringing out trays of food and hanging them on the side of cars and even from a distance the food looked delicious.

"This place is kind of famous in Tulsa. On the weekends I bet you can't find an empty stall. I've eaten here once before and the food was great. They have this thing called Black Bottom Pie and it's delicious."

We ordered cheeseburger, onion rings, milkshakes and a piece of Black Bottom Pie and this time we insisted on paying for our food and Uncle Joe let us chip in a few dollars, but I think he paid for most of it.

The food was great and the portions were huge and pretty soon we were stuffed. Uncle Joe piled the trash on the little tray hanging on the side of the car and pretty soon one of the car hops came and took it away. I saw him give her a dollar tip, which I thought was pretty cool, then we were on our way again.

"Where to next?" I asked ready for our next adventure.

"Well, I need to get your aunt a birthday present, so I thought we'd go shopping if that's okay."

"Sure, maybe we could do some shopping too. Where are we going?"

"Ever hear of a mall?"

"A what?" Donnie said leaning across the seat and staring at Uncle Joe.

"A shopping mall. It's a new thing. It's like...well a lot of stores only they're inside and  you can go from one to the other without even going outside."

"Huh uh, no way." Gerald said, "Really? Is that where we're going?"

"Yep, it's called Southroads Mall and it's at 41st and Yale. It's brand new and has all kinds of cool shops including a big Woolco store. Woolco is a big store that has all kinds of different stuff, from toys to clothes and even stuff for cars."

"Oh man, that sounds so cool. I can hardly wait to see this place."

We chattered the whole way, but it didn't take us long to get there. We could see the building from a ways off and it was the biggest thing any of us had ever seen. The parking lot was huge and it was packed with cars of every kind and color and people were coming and going, some with their hands full of packages.

Uncle Joe eventually found a parking place, but we still had to walk what seemed like a half mile to the front doors. We ran ahead of Uncle Joe and waited at the doors till he caught up and then we went inside. 

It's hard to describe how we felt as we stepped through those doors and saw our first shopping mall. First we were overcome by the sheer size of the place. The first thing that hit us was the immense size of the place. I mean up until then, the largest building we'd ever been in was a school gymnasium. This place could have fit ten maybe twenty gymnasiums in it, and then there was still more space below it on the lower lever.

There was so much to see and I'm sure we must've looked like a bunch of hicks gawking at all the different stores and the people. Uncle Joe led us around the perimeter of the store and then down to the lower level, which really wasn't that spectacular but there was a cool fountain at the top of the stairs that led down to it.

Eventually Uncle Joe led us into the Woolco store and once again we were amazed at the size of the place. There was so much to see and we didn't know where to start. Of course this was long before Walmart and Kmart and we'd never seen a store this big in our whole lives. It made McCrory's back in our town look like a closet compared to this place.

"I'm going to go look for a gift for your aunt, why don't you boys go check out the toys and look around and meet me back here at the checkouts in about an hour?"

"Really, we can go look on our own Uncle Joe?"

"Sure, I trust you boys. Don't make a mess and be polite to the sale people."

We rushed off before Uncle Joe could change his mind and the first place we headed was the toy department. We must've looked at almost every toy there, including the games and sports stuff and Gerald bought a badminton set that cost 5 dollars.

"We can set this up at your uncle's and play when we get back. I bet your Uncle will even play."

"Cool, thanks. I saw a model I think I want to buy. I've never seen one like it before," I said leading them back to the hobby section.

"I think I'll buy a new ball cap," Donnie said looking a little embarrassed.

It never occurred to me that Donnie had to buy stuff like that. I mean if I wanted a new cap, I'd just tell mom or dad and they'd buy it, but I knew Donnie's folks weren't as well off as we were.

We picked out our items and finally found our way over to the men and boys department and Some guy in a red sport coat met us and asked if he could help us. 

"You all got any ball caps?" Donnie asked sounding a little shy.

"Why yes we do. Right this way boys."

He led us to a display of caps and we thanked him, but he continued to hover nearby as if he was afraid we were going to steal something. I guess things were different in a lot of ways in the big city.

Donnie found one he liked and checked the price tag and discovered it was only three dollars. He tried it on as the man in the red sports coat watched closely then adjusted it a little and asked us what we thought.

"It looks rad man, I should buy one too," Gerald said, "cept' I don't like wearin' hats that much."

"I might get somethin' else too, since it's only three dollars," Donnie said to us, then to the man he said, "Is it okay if I take this with me to the toy department?"

"Yes, that's fine. Thank you for shopping at Woolco," he said sounding less than sincere.

We giggled when we were out of earshot and I said in a mocking voice, "Thank you for shopping at Woolco," causing more giggles.

Donnie settled on a cool glider plane, the kind that has decals and everything and it was only a buck fifty so he still had half of the money he'd made. The model I picked out was 4.50 and I decided that was enough to spend for now.

We wandered over to the sporting goods section and checked out the balls gloves and bats and I was tempted to buy a new baseball, but I still had a couple of old ones at home which were just fine.

From the sporting goods section we wandered over to the automotive department and checked out the car stereos and tires and stuff then as we were coming out onto the main aisle we ran into Uncle Joe.

"Whoa, hey. Looks like you guys been busy shopping."

"Yeah, we got some neat stuff. Did you find a gift for Aunt Cathy?"

"Sure did, two things, a new pair of house slippers and a robe."

I frowned, "Maybe I should get her something too. What would be good Uncle Joe?"

"Well, I'm sure she'd love anything you got her, but I happen to know she needs a new hairbrush. I saw a nice one with a hand mirror for two bucks. Think you could afford that old man?" he teased.

"Yeah, that would be fine. Can you show me where they are?"

Uncle Joe helped me pick out a nice pink brush and mirror and I got her a card for 25¢. Uncle Joe said he had enough wrapping paper and he would help me wrap it when we got back. Her birthday wasn't until next week and she and Uncle Joe were going out for dinner while my mom babysat for Joe Jr. I figured I could give her the gift when they came to drop off Joe Jr. and then she'd be really surprised.

We wandered around for a while longer, showing Uncle Joe all the cool stuff we'd seen and discovered there was much more to see. Eventually we began to get tired  and we paid for our stuff and headed back out into the mall. We stopped at a little food cart and got a drink and then sat down near the fountain and drank it.

"This place is really cool," Gerald said, "I bet you could find almost anything you ever wanted to buy here."

"Yeah, it's the wave of the future I guess," Uncle Joe said, "Sort of like having a little city inside a building, but I don't think we'll ever have to worry about anything like this coming to our little town."

Of course Malls eventually became so popular that they basically killed a lot of free standing stores, but that was years away and for now this one was something truly unique.

Reluctantly we said our goodbyes to the mall and headed to the car. It as getting late in the day by the time we got started and despite our plan to get home before dark, we didn't make it. One reason was that uncle Joe had to stop and gas up again and wound up putting a quart of oil in the car before we started off again.

By the time we got to Claremore we were starting to nod off in the back seat.  I could feel Donnie leaning into me and pretty soon his head was laying on my shoulder. I looked over at his face and he looked so peaceful and so cute it caused me to tear up a little. Through thick and through thin he'd been there for me and there was no one I felt closer to, besides Johnny of course.

I dozed off and on the rest of the trip and woke up just as we turned onto the gravel road leading to the farm. Donnie and Gerald were awake and sitting up and looking out the window as I sat yawning and stretching.

We piled out of the car once the car came to a stop and stood on wobbly legs for a minute before we worked the kinks out. Uncle Joe had put our purchases in the trunk and we retrieved them before going inside.

"Are you guys hungry?"

"Starved!" we all three said at once then giggled.

"Well, it's a little late to be cooking so how about some ham and cheese sandwiches and chips?"

That sounded fine to us and we helped Uncle Joe set the table and get everything pulled together. We layered ham and cheese on thick slices of bread and dressed it up the way we wanted with veggies from the garden and passed around the chip bags and piled them on our plates. There were some pickles that Aunt Cathy had canned last year and they were delicious. Until I started coming to the farm I never understood how pickles were made and even now I found it amazing that a cucumber could taste like this just by adding some spices and stuff.

We skipped dessert and headed to bed, not even bothering to shower. We'd had a great day, but we were exhausted and I could tell Uncle Joe was too. We stripped down to our underwear and piled down on the soft bedding and before we knew it we were asleep. That was the first and only night we didn't mess around during our visit.

Sunday was boring compared to the fun we'd had on Saturday but all in all it was a good day. Uncle Joe got up early and did what little chores needed to be done and let us sleep until he had breakfast ready.

He'd gone all out for our last breakfast and we had pancakes as well as all the regular stuff. We ate till we were full then helped Uncle Joe clean up and then one by one took a turn at the bathroom  and took a poop. 

"It's your last day boys. Shall we go swimming again at the creek?"

"Yeah, that sounds good," I said looking at the other two for their approval.

"Can we take the inner tubes this time?" Gerald asked smiling.

"Sure, I think I even have an old tractor inner tube we can blow up, it's as big as a raft. We'll drive up to the filling station on the highway and use their air pump to blow them up."

We packed a lunch and at the filling station we bought more pop and ice and filled a cooler with drinks. Once the inner tubes were filled up there was hardly any room in the truck bed for us, but we managed to hold on to the big one while we sat on the smaller ones.

As we turned into the little dirt trail that led to the spring-fed creek we noticed that there were at least six other cars there and we began to crane our necks to see if there were any kids our age.

Uncle Joe backed up to the creek under a little scrub of a tree and we piled out. There were a lot of people in the creek but most of them were near the shore on the shallow side. There were some little kids, but a few who looked close to our age and suddenly we recognized two of them. 

Eric looked up just as we spotted him and pointed and his little sister Mary looked our way and waved.

"It's those kids that were here last time. That kid you knew from your old school."

"Yeah, Eric and his little sister," I said wondering if Gerald was still obsessed with seeing her naked pussy.

"Cool, let's grab the tubes and go see if they want to play."

They met us at the edge of the creek and we said our hellos and got reacquainted and before long we were splashing and swimming around and having fun. Mary had her inner tube and Eric joined us on the big tractor inner tube and we pretended it was a boat and we were out in the ocean.

"Look, there's someone in a small boat," Gerald cried out, "She looks like she needs to be rescued," he said jumping over the side and swimming over to Mary.

She was giggling as he grabbed her tube and pulled her along and I thought to myself that if he got a chance he would probably be feeling her up or something. 

Eric didn't seem to notice Gerald's interest in his sister and was busy talking to Donnie about something. I saw him lean over and whisper something in Donnie's ear and he giggled and shook his head. I wondered if he was whispering about what we'd done in the bushes last time.

Gerald and Mary seemed to be chummy all of a sudden and he was towing her around making her giggle as he joked around with her. I didn't see him touch her exactly, but he did swim under her inner tube a few times, no doubt trying to sneak a peek.

Eventually Gerald got tired of Mary and came back to the big tube and we took it out in the deep part and just floated for a while.

I could tell Eric had something on his mind, but was either too shy or too embarrassed to talk about it. Fortunately Donnie brought it up for him.

"Hey, we should go explorin' again like we did last time," he said grinning lewdly.

I shrugged, "You mean go beat off," I laughed.

Eric blushed, but didn't say anything until Gerald joined in.

"Yeah, we should take Mary this time," he said evilly.

"No way," Eric said looking disturbed.

"I was kidding, "Gerald said backing down, "She's too young," he said looking at me and smirking.

"I'm in if you guys are," I shrugged.

"Okay, I gotta go tell my folks," Eric said as we paddled back to the shallow part.

He waded up to where his folks were sitting on a blanket and said something to them and pointed toward us and I saw them nod without even looking our way. Mary had found some younger kids to play with and didn't seem to notice us as we parked the tube on shore and headed off down the creek bank. Uncle Joe was lounging on the creek bank and I told him where we were going and he just nodded.

This time since we knew exactly where we were going it didn't take us long to get there or long to get things started. We were horny kids and eager to get our rocks off and since we knew we were all cool with it, we didn't waste any time getting our shorts down and our hard cocks in our hand.

Eric kept looking at Donnie and seemed to be thinking about something, but he didn't say anything at first. When I dropped to my knees and took Gerald's hard pecker into my mouth Donnie reached over and grabbed Eric's pecker and Eric followed his lead and started jerking his hard pecker. 

I watched from the corner of my eye and suddenly Eric leaned in and whispered something in Donnie's ear and he nodded. Then they released each other's hard pecker and Donnie turned his back to us and bent over giving us a great view of his cute butt.

Thinking back to the last time I remembered Donnie offering his butt to Eric if he came to his house and I guess Eric was collecting early. I could tell Eric was nervous and inexperienced and I decided to help.

"Just a minute," I said looking up at Gerald, "I'll be right back."

Then sliding over to Eric I took his cock in my hand and looked up at him and smiled, "Let me get it good and wet then it'll go in easier."

Eric nodded and looked relieved that he wasn't on his own and when I took him into my mouth he moaned lowly and trembled.

"Oh God...that feels so good. Be careful...I might come."

"Don't worry, I'm just getting it wet, I'm not sucking it."

I slobbered it really good and then took a finger and wet in in my mouth and stuck it up Donnie's butt making him yelp and jerk away. I laughed and Donnie giggled then settled down and let me continue.

I worked my finger in deep, ignoring the squishy feeling and when I pulled my finger out it was less than clean, but at least it wasn't brown. 

"Okay, I think he's ready," I said to Eric, "Just take it slow and let him adjust before you go any further. Don't just ram it in and don't pull out till you're done."

Eric nodded and moved a little closer, but I could tell he was still pretty nervous so I stepped in close and helped him line his pecker up with Donnie's butthole. He looked at me and grinned and he was shaking so hard I had to steady him. 

"Whoa, it's slippery," he giggled nervously.

"Here, let me...just push now...but slowly. Okay, that's it...the head is in now. Just stop there and let him get used to it."

"Boy, you know a lot about this stuff...don't you?"

"I've been fucked a few times," I chuckled.

"Do I push more now?"

"Yeah, I think he's rested enough. You ready Donnie?"

"Yeah, go ahead. Just do it. I'd rather have a seconds of  bad pain then ten minutes of an ache in my ass."

"Okay...here goes," I said shrugging, "It's your ass," I giggled.

Eric looked at me worriedly then pushed forward planting his dick in Donnie's tender asshole.

"Owwww...okay, okay...wait a minute," Donnie cried out.

Eric looked at me again and I nodded and patted his back, "You're doin' great. When he tells you to go, just pull it out and push it in...you know...fuck?"

Eric nodded and when Donnie gave the go ahead Eric started moving. At first he was sort of shy but Donnie kept pushing back into him and he finally got the idea. Suddenly he became like a crazed jack rabbit as he pounded Donnie hard, a crazy look on his face.

"That's it," Donnie stuttered, "just hurry and get your nut."

This being Eric's first fuck there was no danger of it lasting too long and suddenly he sort of grunted and with one final thrust he began to come. He made a few circular thrusts then practically climbed up Donnie's back as he rubbed the last of his orgasm out.

Pulling out he looked shaky and embarrassed, but I was there to talk him through it.

"Good one Eric, you did great. That was awesome. How did it feel? I know you liked it, I could see that from the look on your face," I said patting his back again.

"It felt really good...thanks Donnie, uh...if you want to do that to me...it's, uh..okay I guess."

"Maybe if you come over to my house, but not here...it takes some work to get butt fucked. It's not as easy as it looks."

"O...okay, thanks," He said pulling up his swim trunks. 

I returned to Gerald and gave him a good suck job then when I was done Donnie and I leaned into each other and put our cocks together and jerked off that way shooting all over each other's stomach and dick. 

Once we were spent we pulled up our shorts and walked back to the creek and jumped in the water to wash the sex off of us. We started playing with the big tractor tube again and Mary paddled over on her tube and Gerald held her hand so she could stay next to us. It actually looked kind of sweet and I didn't think there was anything sexual about it, at least now that Gerald had come.

We stayed till around six and by then Eric and Mary's folks were rounding them up to go anyway. We said our goodbyes and Eric promised he'd see us later now that he knew we were cool with him.

We were tired and hungry by the time we got back to the farm and Uncle Joe cooked hamburgers and hot dogs on the grill while we set up Gerald's badminton set and played nearby. After we ate we left the mess for later and convinced Uncle Joe to play with us and he and I were on one team and Gerald and Donnie on the other, but we really weren't keeping score. We were just having fun.

When it started to get dark we helped clean up what little mess there was and Uncle Joe said he was going to go take a shower. We went back out into the back yard and chased fireflies then sat down on the back step and talked about our day and all that had happened that week.

When the mosquitoes started biting we went inside and found Uncle Joe half asleep in front of the TV. He nodded at us and we plopped down and watched with him for a while. Eventually he yawned and said he was going to bed.

"After breakfast tomorrow I'll take you guys home so you might want to pack up your stuff tonight. I won't tell you not to stay up too late, cause' if I was your age I wouldn't listen to shit like that," he said laughing.

"Goodnight Uncle Joe," I said suddenly filled with love for him and before I knew it I was giving him a fierce hug.

He stumbled a little when I hit him, then he wrapped his big strong arms around me and hugged back just as fiercely. Then leaning down he kissed the top of my head and we broke the hug.

I watched as he walked away to his room and then looked at my two friends. They were smiling warmly and I didn't feel embarrassed at all.

"Your uncle is the best," Gerald said grinning.

"Yeah, I really like him," Donnie added, "He's just like us kids."

Even though we'd swam in the creek that day I felt dirty after playing and sweating in the yard so I decided to take a shower. As soon as I got back the other two decided they needed one too and they went off together to the bathroom.

When they joined me fifteen minutes later I looked up and they were grinning.

"We showered together and Gerald washed my butthole for me," Donnie laughed.

"Just washed?"

"Yeah, but who knows what will happen later?" Gerald said making a funny face.

"Guys...this is our last night," I said feeling a little depressed, "We should do something...something special."

Donnie and Gerald fell down beside me on the pallet and looked thoughtful, "Like what? Run nekkid through the field?" Donnie offered.

"Go fishing and use our dicks for bait," Gerald teased.

"Naw, the fish aint' gonna bite anything that small," I joked.

"Then what?"

"Hmmm...let's sneak out to the barn and mess around in the hayloft," I suggested.

Donnie and Gerald nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah...okay, that sounds good," Gerald said, "but not till later...when your uncle is asleep."

"Yeah, we'll wait a while, but don't worry he's a hard sleeper."

"Oh so he sleeps hard...with a hard pecker," Gerald teased, "How do  you know Robert, have you slept with him?"

"Actually...yeah," I said not bothering to explain that it was when I was six and he came to visit us and we shared a bed.

"What...really? Is it big?" Donnie asked wide-eyed.

"You guys are sick," I chuckled, "We weren't naked or anything. He just needed a place to sleep and I was only six and he slept with me in my bed."

"Did you at least snuggle?" Gerald giggled.

Actually we had. Uncle Joe had cuddled me much of that night and I had never felt so loved or safe in my life. 

"Shut up," I said rolling my eyes.

"Sorry, he's just such a cool guy. I wish he was my uncle."

"You'd probably molest him," Donnie giggled.

I fell down on my back with my arms folded behind my head and stared at the ceiling for a moment before starting again.

"Do you guys ever worry that we mess around too much?" I blurted out suddenly.

"Huh, naw...I don't think so," Gerald said defensively, "why, it's not like it hurts anyone or anything."

"I been playin' with my pecker since I was five," Donnie said shrugging, "but this is better...more fun."

"Yeah, I guess," I sighed, "Do you guys think we're...you know...queer?"

"Not me, I like girls," Gerald said making a face, "I mean if I could do stuff with girls...I'd do it."

"I like both," Donnie said perhaps becoming my first bi-sexual friend, way before it was a thing.

"Promise not to get mad or hate me?" I said frowning.

"Why would we hate you or get mad?" Gerald said softly.

"I'd never hate you or get mad at ya'," Donnie said patting my arm and smiling.

"I...I think I might be...you know, queer." There I'd said it, and as worried as I was about their reaction, I was also relieved that I had gotten it out in the open.

Gerald shrugged, "Don't matter none to me if you are, but you might not be. You might like girls later or something."

"I think it's neat," Donnie said giving me a look that said he loved me no matter what, "I figured you and Johnny was in love or somethin'."

I blushed, "Do you think other kids see how close we are? I worry sometimes."

"Naw, most kids are stupid. Only reason we know is cause' we're so close and  hang together so much."

"I didn't wanna' be...you know...queer, I just am...that's all, but I don't think Johnny is."

A silence descended over the room and it was so quiet I could swear I could hear my own heart beating.

"So...what if he aint'?" Donnie said shrugging, "He still loves you and that won't ever change."

"I don't know," I confessed, "I'm afraid of what will happen when he meets a girl he likes. I'm afraid...you know, that he'll stop loving me that way."

Gerald looked a little embarrassed by all the love talk, but he was a good enough friend to offer his encouragement.

"Why worry about something that aint happened yet. For now you guys love each other and have lots of sex," he said grinning, "so just be happy now and let that other stuff go."

I smiled, "Thanks, you guys are the best friends any guy could have," I said wiping away a few tears.

They swarmed me then and we began wrestling around on the floor and pretty soon Gerald was sitting on my chest, his underwear clad pecker only inches away from my face. I could see he was hard and I could smell his sexy boy odor and my own pecker was climbing up to make a tent in my Fruits.

Donnie was messing with my feet, tickling them and causing me to giggle and kick at him, but suddenly he stopped tickling and started just rubbing them and it felt really good and made my pecker get even harder.

"You're our sex slave," Gerald said lowering the front of his underwear and letting his hard dick pop out, "Suck this thing," he said rubbing it on my lips.

It was wet on the end and smelled wonderful and slave or not I wanted that dick in my mouth. I raised my head to swallow it and Gerald slapped my face gently and pulled away.

"Uh..uh..uh," he said shaking his head, "not yet...you have to beg me for it," he said grinning manically.

"Please mister, can I suck your weenie," I giggled.

"No, not yet," he said slapping my face with his pecker.

"Please," I said giving him my puppy dog eyes, "I'll do anything you want."

"In a minute, first we're going to do an exam on you," he said climbing off of me, "We're doctors, right Donnie? and we have to make sure you're healthy and stuff."

I giggled but nodded and they proceeded to examine me from head to toe including my backside. At times it was ticklish, but mostly it felt good and my pecker was so hard it hurt by the time they finished.

"Now?" I begged.

"Well, I don't know. What do you think Donnie?"

"I think he needs to suck both of our peckers a once," he said really getting into the scheme of things. 

I was surprised at Donnie. I mean he was fun and all, but usually he was pretty straight forward and this play acting was really something new for him. I guess we all sort of got swept up in it though and I had to admit it was a lot of fun.

"Okay,"Gerald said excitedly, "How do we do this?"

Donnie seemed to have given this some thought and showed Gerald what he had in mind. Both knelt and faced each other and put their peckers together and end to end and I did the rest. It stretched my mouth a little but I was able to get my lips around the heads and do some slobbering and licking and from the way they were groaning I guessed it must've felt pretty good.

Eventually I took Gerald's in my mouth all the way and jacked Donnie for a while then switched off and got them both close. They pushed their dicks together again and I worked on them with my lips and tongues again and managed to get them both off almost at once. 

Their sperm shot out along each others dick but I managed to get most of it licked up before it dripped down to the pallet. When they were done they fell down on the pallet panting like two old dogs.

"That was crazy good," Gerald panted.

"It was fun," Donnie giggled.

"Yeah, it was...how'd you ever think of that?"

"I don't know, maybe I saw a picture of it in a nudie book or something," Donnie said shrugging.

I piled down at their feet and toyed with their toes for a minute, making them giggle. I was still horny and hoping one of them would offer to help me get my rocks, but I was willing to let them rest a bit first.

"I wish we could stay here forever," Gerald sighed.

"Wouldn't you miss your mom and brother?"

"Maybe, but it's so much fun here."

"Yeah, it has been fun...even without Johnny. I wonder if...well, if he missed me?" I said blushing.

"I bet he did and he's probably been miserable the whole time."

I smiled, "Yeah, miserable."

"Okay, I'm rested. Want us to get you off now?"

"I thought you'd never ask," I said flopping down on my back.

They got on either side of me and started working on me, licking my dick on either side and playing with my balls and I didn't stand a chance. I swear I only lasted a minute before my dick was shooting off like a geyser. Neither of them tried to catch it and left me with a sticky mess. I guess neither of them liked the flavor of cum as much as I did.

I fell back and grabbed a dirty sock and wiped myself off then just rested. I was tired but happy and I knew we weren't through yet. 

"I'm hungry," Gerald said after a while, "and thirsty."

"Let's put on our underwear and go see what we can find to eat."

We peed and washed our hands then raided the kitchen and found some ham in the refrigerator and some crackers in the cupboard and grabbed a couple of cans of soda and returned to the porch and had a little picnic.

"Hey, don't get crumbs on my side of the bed," I joked.

"Why you afraid you'll get cracker crumbs up your butt?" Gerald laughed.

"If I do you can lick them out."

"Huh uh, I'll just push em' in with my pecker."

I laid a piece of ham on my dick and pointed to it, "Come and get it," I giggled.

Donnie surprised me by leaning down and grabbing it with his warm wet mouth and in the process licking my pecker head and it felt great.

"Oh, that was nice," I said shivering. Then we all three burst out laughing.

After our snack we sat around drinking our second soda and talked some more.

"So are we gonna go out to the barn or what?" Gerald asked after a while.

"If you guys want to." I wasn't quite as keen on the idea as before, but I was open to whatever the others wanted to do.

"I gotta good idea," Donnie said grinning, "let's go outside nekkid."

I looked at Gerald who was grinning too, but I wasn't so sure I wanted to be outside naked, even if there was hardly any chance of getting caught.

"Well...then what? Where will we go?"

Donnie shrugged, "Well, we could just walk around then go up to the barn I guess."

I shrugged, what the heck, a kid only lived once.

"Okay, I'm in if you guys are."

"Yeah, and when we get to the barn we can fool around some more."

"I swear, you're horny as two goats," I laughed.

He made a sour face then smiled, "Bet I'm not as horny as you and Johnny are when you're together."

I had to admit, he had me there. We drained the last of our pop and stood up and I led the way to the back screen door. It was dark out that night, the moon just a little sliver of silver in the sky, and the night was filled with the sounds of crickets and the rustling of the leaves in the trees. The air smelled of grass and hay and the almost sweet scent of the garden.

The temperature had dropped some and it was still humid as it usually was in Oklahoma that time of year, but the wind felt cool as it dried the sweat on our bodies. We were completely naked, bare foot and vulnerable, but there wasn't much danger really. I knew Uncle Joe would never wake up and even if he did, he'd probably just laugh, and the worse we'd get was embarrassed. The worst danger was stepping in a pile of cow poop or on a sticker bush, but it was still exciting and a bit naughty to us boys.

Once we were clear of the house I whispered for the other two to follow me. I knew the farm better than they did and suddenly I got swept up in the excitement of the moment and took control. I led them behind the barn and just beneath the big door of the hayloft where we'd stood many times looking out at the farm.

"It's really dark out here," Gerald said when we came to a stop.

"Your eyes will adjust in a minute," I assured him, "Look up there, see that rope hanging down?"

"Yep, what about it?"

"I bet we could climb up to the loft if we could reach the rope."

"It's too high, anyway who wants rope burns on their pecker?"

I laughed, "Yeah, I guess that might hurt. Looks like yours is hard enough to use for a step though," I teased.

"It's the wind blowin' on my balls. It feels so good and it makes me bone up."

"Me too," Donnie giggled, putting his hands on  his hips and swinging his pecker back and forth.

Of course it didn't take long for my pecker to join the crowd and pretty soon all three of us were sporting full blown wood.

"Let's mess around out here," Gerald suggested, "it's probly' cooler than in the barn."

"But we can't lay down," I said looking around at the dirt and occasional patch of weeds or grass.

"Hey, what about the wagon?" Donnie said pointing at the little wagon that we'd ridden in  behind the tractor that day.

"Yeah, that would work, there's even a bale of hay for us to sit on. Wish we'd brought a blanket though, that hay is sticky."

"Hold on, I'll go get one," Gerald said sprinting off before I could answer.

Donnie and I climbed up on the wagon and looked around but Gerald was back in a flash. He had one of the heavy comforters and spread it on the bale of hay and the rest on the floor of the wagon. We sat down on the comforter covered hay and before long we were messing with each other. 

I was in the middle and took Donnie's pecker in my left hand and Gerald's in my right and they were both working on mine. Gerald was right. It was nice doing it outside in the cool air. It didn't take long till we were moaning and thrusting into each others hands, but I wanted to taste them before they came. 

Releasing their peckers I slid to my knees in front of then and began sucking Gerald while I jacked Donnie. After a few minutes I switched off and went back and forth till I was able to suck both off and swallow their sperm.

"Mmm, warm milk," I giggled.

"I want some, come here Mr. Cow," Donnie giggled.

"Mr. Bull you mean," I said thrusting my hard pecker toward him.

Donnie grabbed it and pulled me toward him and sat down on the bale of  hay and leaned into me and took me into his mouth. He'd gotten better at sucking lately, I guess cause he'd gotten so much practice, and it didn't take long till I was pushing and grunting and heading toward a big come.

Donnie sped up and had me standing on tip toes, then I thrust one last time and begun to spurt in Donnie's mouth. I was coming a lot more lately, and that night I guess was a new record.

When Donnie had it all swallowed he pulled off and licked the end of my pecker then sat back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Man, you spermed a lot."

"Yeah, a quart of hot milk," I giggled.

"Man that was fun, what else can we do?" Gerald said sitting down beside Donnie.

"Well, I'm not horny any more, but I guess we could go up in the hay loft and talk or something."

We took the comforter with us and went around to the front of the hay barn and through the small door cut into one of the bigger doors. There were two doors that opened enough for a tractor or car to fit in, but a smaller regular door was set into one of the doors for people.

It was dark inside the barn, but I remembered where Uncle Joe kept a battery powered lantern just inside the door on a hook and grabbed it and turned it on. I held the lantern as we made our way to the ladder leading up into the hayloft and Gerald went first and when he was half way up I started up behind him and then handed him the lantern and he sat it on the landing above. 

Once we were all three in the loft I picked up the lantern and we walked over to the big open door of the loft and stared out into the darkness and the farm beyond. It was almost magical and the sounds and smells of the night time adventure will live in my heart and mind forever. 

I had never felt so alive or so happy and I think I got a little teary-eyed. The only thing that was missing was Johnny, but I knew I'd see him tomorrow and we'd pick up right where we left off. No this time was for Gerald and Donnie and me and I wasn't going to let my missing Johnny ruin that.

"Thanks for coming with me...to the farm," I said as my voice grew a little husky from emotion.

"Huh, NO! Thank You! This was the most fun I've had in...in practically my whole life," Gerald said smiling. He looked so cute standing there wearing nothing but his birthday suit and my pecker sort of stirred a little as I gazed at him.

"Heck, we always have fun with you Robert. If it weren't for you, I'd have no fun in the summer at all," Donnie said. I turned my eyes to Donnie and I saw a beautiful friend that I'd known almost all my life and my heart ached with love for him.

I nodded and before I could stop myself I was  hugging him. It was awkward at first then Donnie loosened up and hugged back and suddenly Gerald joined in and we had a nice three way hug.

"You guys are the best," I said pulling away and wiping tears from my eyes. I might have been a young teen, but I still had the heart of a boy.

"Look out there," Gerald said suddenly taking my mind off my tender feelings, "What's that light out there in the pasture?"

Donnie and I both moved closer to Gerald and stared out into the darkness where he was pointing. At first we didn't see anything, then as we watched a soft glowing light rose from a clump of bushes and hovered just above the ground a few feet high and then slowly drifted down the fence line.

"What the heck....?" Donnie stuttered.

"It...might be a ghost," Gerald suggested sounding serious.

I laughed nervously, "Naw, only thing ever died out there was probly' some animal and I don't think animals become ghosts. I think it's probably...a big lightening bug," I said trying to sound serious and failing and we all three bust out in laughter.

"Damn, his ass would be the size of a dog if he was glowin' that much," Gerald said causing more laughter.

"My old man told me one time when he was growing up him and his daddy, my grandpa went fishin' and they saw a light like that and his old man told him it was called ball lightning or something like that. He said it usually happens when it's gonna storm."

"Aint a cloud in the sky," Gerald said looking up, "Hey...where'd it go," he said looking back toward the fence line.

"It was right there...wait there it is," I said pointing, but there was no way they could miss it cause it was closer now and seemed to be headed our way."

"I think we should go in," Donnie said grabbing my arm.

"Yeah, I think so too," I said, "It's getting late."

"But what about..." Gerald's words were suddenly cut off when the ball of light suddenly exploded as if someone had planted a firecracker in the middle of it. There was a soft popping noise then a star burst of light and then nothing.

We were down the ladder and on the back porch in about three shakes of a dogs tail. We latched the door, which seems really silly now, and piled down on the comforters and huddled together like rabbits as our hearts beat nearly out of our chest.

Then we heard the distant rumble of thunder and within ten minutes it was raining so hard it sounded like we were under a waterfall. 

"I guess maybe it was one of those lightning ball things," Gerald said, "Man did you see it explode. That was rad."

"Scary, but funny," I said grinning, "You should have seen the look on you guys faces," I said cracking up."

"What about you?" Gerald smirked, "If you'd had undies on, you'd have crapped em'. Eww, that means you must've left a trail of poop all the way from the barn. Let me check your butt," he said tackling me and rolling me over and dipping his finger in my crack, "Nope no poop, but it's sweaty."

Donnie was giggling and we all three wound up rolling around on the pallet and before long we were sporting boners and one thing led to another. After we got off again and peed and cleaned up we put our undies back on and piled down close to each other and fell into a deep sleep. 

That was our last day on the farm and it had been fun and scary, just the kind of thing boys love, and we talked about that ball of light for years after that.

End of Chapter 13

Sorry it had taken so long to get this chapter out. It wound up being a lot longer than planned and I've had some issues with my left wrist and so I haven't been able to write for long periods. In this chapter we learned that Johnny might not be as committed to the relationship as Robert and perhaps that he might be thinking about girls....ewww cooties....and in the next chapter we'll pursue that a bit more.

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Other stories by Kewl Dad

* Denotes Series, rest are short stories

1. Adolescent (A poem and story by Kewl Dad)

2. A Christmas for Joey

3. Accidental Dad

4. Alex and Aidan *

5. Andy Tastes Like Candy

6. At the Dike

7. Black Cock

8. Boy Glory Hole

9. Bullied

10. Christmas Boy

11. Cory *

12. Corey's Scent

13. CL Cock Sucker

14. Dirt Bikes and Blowjobs

15. DMV Boy

16. Dougie's Story * (#Part three of a series)

17. The Family *

18. The Ginger and the Chub

19. Hair Salon Boy

20. I Heart You

21. Little Brother's Feet *

22. Lost in Fear *

23. Mars

24. McChicken

25. My Best Friend's Dad  (Related series to my Son's Best Friends)

26. My Not so Miserable Life (This story is one of my favorites)

27. My Little Runaway * (#Part one of a series)

28. My Son's Best Friends  *

29. My 11th Summer

30. One Night

31. Poindexter Files *

32. Pride-Pride

33. Rabbit: A Christmas Story

34. Second Chance for Love

35. Six Black Boys

36. Skateboard Christmas 2015

37. Skateboard Boy *

38. Sudden Family *

39. Taking a Chance on Love

40. The Year I Learned to Love my Brother (TYILTLMB) *

41. The Reynolds Twins *

42. Tommy Boy * (#Part two of a series)

43. To the Max

44. Tracy *

45. Tween to Teen

46. What a Dollar Will Buy

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It's Amazing What Sex Can do for a Guy (the story of a boy's first time with a boy and first time with a girl)