Date: Tue, 03 Jan 2006 01:25:35 -0700
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Jason's Journey Chapter 3" (bi, b/b)

This is a story about the growing up and coming of age of a typical Ohio
boy by the name of Jason as told to me through the exchange of a series of
Email.  It is a true story detailing true events with only the names,
including Jason's, having been changed to protect the travellers we meet
along the way.  We pick up where we left off in Chapter 2 at the end of
grade five as Jason turns twelve and continues with his exploration with
his pals and relatives over the summer and the following year through
boyhood games and friendships.  Comments about the story can be sent to the
author, J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com and those who wish to
correspond directly with Jason may do so at journeyofjason@yahoo.com

			      JASON'S JOURNEY
		  CHAPTER THREE:  BOYHOOD PALS AND PLOTS

     That summer my cousin Mitch and his family drop by on their holiday
and while his family stays at grandma's Mitch spends the night at my house.
His parents and mine make plans to go up to Geuaga Lake the next day.
Mitch and I go up to my room and watch this Steven Segal move, "Under
Siege," where a stripper comes out of the cake with her boobs out.  Well,
Mitch is ten now, and he rewinds and plays that scene a dozen times!  I am
laying there pretending to be asleep but getting bolder and more devious in
my journey, I'm actually laying there peeking through my eyelids watching
him.  He reaches down and rubs himself between the legs a few times and I'm
tempted to do something with him but I don't want to scare him off so
decide I'd best not.
     The next day we go off to Geuaga Lake along with my best pal James.
James and I go into one of the handicap accessible stalls to change into
our swim suits, giving me the chance to see his cute ass.  It is dark on
the way home and James and I sit in the far back talking and Mitch sits in
the middle and falls asleep.  Telling James I need to stretch out, I slide
down under the seat so my legs are in the back cargo area and my head
sticking up at the bottom.
  He looks back and sees my legs and then switches back to look at my face.
I lay there looking at his face and reach down and begin to stroke myself
as I remember the sight of his naked ass.  I cum in a matter of minutes.

     Speaking of getting bolder and more devious brings me to Chris,
another real beauty with short blond hair that is almost buzzed but comes
down over his forehead about an inch, beautiful pale blue eyes and long,
fluttering eyelashes.  He is two years older than I.  I'd known his sister
Dawn since I was in second grade but we never really talked to each other.
Chris I don't really get to know until his family moves into the
neighborhood that summer.  Anyway, I'm in our swimming pool one day when I
happen to look up and see them standing next to the two story garage on the
lot across the alley, about twenty feet from the yard.  I'm not sure why
they are just standing there so I keep swimming but keep an eye on them at
the same time.  I dive under the water and when I come up I see they have
taken a few steps closer.  So, I dive again, and sure enough, they come a
bit closer again and are now standing where the two lots across the alley
join.
     Well, I'm wearing a pair of black and pink bicycle shorts with the
pink right over my crotch and I suddenly remember that the pink is very see
through when it is wet.  I quickly run into the house and change into my
black and orange bicycle shorts, the orange not being as see through and
being off to the side of the leg so you can't see anything.  I'm hoping
that they will stick around because I don't want this cute guy out of my
sight.  I purposefully don't look their way when I come back out so I'm not
obvious and I dive into the pool and swim back and forth for a few minutes
and then dive and stay under as long as I can.  Okay, I admit, I show off a
bit, hoping to impress him.  When I pop back up, they are both standing
there on the cement walkway that bends around the pool on the way to the
garage.  Expecting them to still be over in the other yard they really
startle me.
     "Hi," he says, sounding a bit awkward.
     "Hi."
     "You Jason?"
     "Yeah," I reply.  "Hi Dawn."
     "Hi."
     Looking up at Chris, I know that I just have to see his dick, but I
have no idea how to see if he is into that sort of stuff.  "You wanna go
for a swim?"
     "Ah, we didn't bring our swim suits."
     "Oh."  I want to say they don't have to wear any, but I can't very
well do that!  "Well, maybe some other time.  You're always welcome," I
offer, meaning especially Chris.
     "Thanks.  Well, we better be going."
     "Okay.  See'ya around."
     Well, we start to hang out on a daily basis after that, playing with
my WWF action figures or shooting baskets at my place, riding bikes around
the neighborhood, or going swimming.  Being only one yard over, when he
comes to swim he always has his suit on, and he always heads home to change
out of it afterward.  I offer several times to lend him a pair of my pants,
hoping he'd take me up on the offer and change in front of me, but he never
takes me up on it.  I am beginning to think I am never going to see him
without clothes on.
     Anyway, we are playing basketball on the cement pad at the end of my
yard one day when he says that he has to take a piss.  Well, I tell him he
doesn't have to go in the house and that I and my friends just go around
between the shed and the garage.  Well, when he shrugs okay and heads for
the shed I want to jump with joy!  I wait until I'm sure he has had enough
time to take his dick out and start his stream before I head around the
other side of the shed.  I turn the corner, my heart pounding with
excitement and feeling as tense as if I'm about to write a major exam in
school, and there he is, standing there with his legs slightly apart, his
jeans pushed down and his underwear tucked under his balls.  He has a
beautiful, limp, cut dick of about four inches soft.  His balls hang down
low and I don't know why but they remind me of upside down Mickey Mouse
ears!  I just know he has to be huge when he is hard and I just have to
find out.
     I try everything I can think of to see it again, going to the gym
where we'll have to change, going to the pool, hanging at the amusement
parks in the hopes he'll have to go take another leak, but nothing works.
I even barge in on him in the bathroom at our house and quickly check him
out as I apologize and say I didn't realize there was anyone in there.  I'm
surprised that he even talked to me after a few of those times!  Figuring
that maybe if I get him horny I might get him to take his dick out, I
eventually show him my special video.  Well, he seems somewhat interested
in it, but he doesn't say anything.  A few days later when I'm over at his
house his dad takes me aside and tells me that Chris told him about the
tape, and that he doesn't want me showing it to his son any more.  Well, I
figure he's going to tell my parents about it and they'll ground me for the
rest of my life, and even worse, that that'll be the last I'll see of the
tape, but he doesn't say a thing.  Chris's dad is cool that way.  He's also
a little weird.  One time Chris and I take this Alf hand puppet they got at
Burger King and try to take its head off.  We take a vice, knife, and even
a hack saw to it, but that head will not come off!  Well, I go home to get
something, and when I come back he's put Alf in the freezer with a knife in
it and ketchup all around it!  Funny, but very weird!
     Finally, one day when I'm over at his house and we're down in the
basement playing pool, he says has to take a piss.  Well I join him in the
basement bathroom and I'm feeling desperate so I start goofing around as
he's pissing, as if I'm trying to grab him and stuff.  Well, as I grab for
it, not really planning on making contact, I reach a little too far and
actually touch his balls, and in my excitement as I pull my hand away, his
dick.  I'm so shocked that I actually touched him it doesn't even register
that it actually happened until later.  When I realize it, I live that
moment over and over, trying to recall exactly how it happened and how it
felt.  That is good for a great number of jerk off sessions in the months
to come.
     I love going down stairs to play pool in his basement, not because I'm
that crazy about pool, but because the game is so long he often has to
pause to take a pee break, probably because of all the pop the two of us
drink.  The door to the bathroom is one of those old type that uses a
skeleton key, giving you a great view of the person sitting on the toilet,
and a great view of his dick when he wipes.
     We often go out to his grandmother's house in the country.  She has a
large barn on the property and Chris and I sometimes go up to the hay loft
and moon the cars and tractors driving by on the road from the loft door.
Crazy kid stuff and we're taking a big risk not being caught or reported to
our parents, but it's fun, and that's what being a kid is all about.  We
like to walk through the fields behind her house.  She has a large number
of acres at the top of this hill behind her house so it is shielded from
the house and the road.  When we have to we just push down our jeans and
underwear and piss in the field.  I always turn so Chris can see mine as I
piss, and I always walk around to where I can see him when he goes.
Whenever I get home after going out to his grandmothers I go up to my room
or to the bathroom and jerk off, picturing his pink ass up in the loft or
him standing there in the field and imagining the hot stuff I'd love to do
with him.
     At their house there is a large space under the upstairs bathroom
door.
  One day when he goes to the bathroom, I wonder just how much you can see
so I lay down on the floor and peak under the door.  To my surprise I can
see most of the bathroom at that angle.  When he is sitting and taking a
shit it is difficult to see anything, but when he stands up I can see his
dick and balls hanging down between his legs perfectly!  Well, I decide to
make do with what I'm given, and after that every day I'm at his house I'm
hoping that he has to go to the bathroom.  It becomes a regular pattern.
Chris goes to the bathroom, I count half a minute and creep over to the
door and lay on the floor.  I can hear someone coming downstairs so I'm not
worried about being caught, but there are a number of times Chris almost
catches me.  Once he even said that he'd seen my nose under the door, and I
don't think he really believed me when I said I was just horsing around and
that it was my finger.  It is worth the risks though, and the risk in fact
adds to my excitement.  One time I even catch him with his boner sticking
out. Well, I almost cream myself right then and there, and when I go home
I'm shooting off in double time!

     That Christmas my cousin Mitch and his family come to visit and he
spends the night at my place.  Of course I remember the last time he
visited and how he'd rubbed himself as he played and replayed the scene
with the stripper in the movie "Under Siege."  So, when we go up to my room
we talk for a while and play with my toys but my mind is on something else.
     "You remember the last time you were here and we watched the movie
"Under Siege"?"  Mitch looks at me rather blankly.  "The one with the
stripper and the big boobs?"
     "Oh," he says, his eyes lighting up and a grin slowly curling his
lips.
  "Yeah."
     "You wanna see something even better?"
     "Sure," he says with a shrug.
     So, I get out my special video and stick it in the machine.  Well,
Mitch's eyes almost pop out of his head, and they are glued to the screen
the whole time.  My eyes are glued on Mitch!
     "You wanna feel something really cool?" I ask when the first movie is
done.
     "Sure," he says, his voice sounding strange, and I know exactly why.
     Well, he watches me as I take my pants off and I can tell he's really
interested.  "You have to take your pants off too."
     "I dunno," he says, looking at the door.
     "Hey, that's okay.  I'll lock the door."
     I do and return to the bed and he looks down at my dick and I can see
he's interested, and I know how Brandon felt when he was coaxing me and
knew he had me.  But then he was eight and I was six and now I'm twelve and
Mitch is ten.  I guess there are some things that just don't change between
boys.
     "Well . . . "  He is really struggling.
     "Com'on.  It'll be cool.  I promise."
     "Well, okay."
     I'm so excited as I watch as he takes off his pants and underwear.
His little dick looks so soft and pink I want to reach out and stoke it.  I
imagine it must feel silky and warm.  "You got to play with it a bit to get
a boner," I advise as I play with my almost erect cock, slowly stroking and
fiddling with it.
     He watches me for a second and then slips his fingers about his dick
and begins to fiddle with it, using just his thumb and first two fingers
like Jarred had done the first time he'd tried masturbating.  I pop up
instantly and I sit there and watch him playing with himself until his
little dick is sticking out stiff and ready.
     "Okay, this is how you can have Fake Sex," I begin, and slipping my
fingers about my dick I began to stroke myself.  He watches for a moment
and then begins to copy me.  We sit there for a little while stroking
ourselves and my dick is throbbing knowing it is his first time and that
he's never seen another guy doing it, and that I'm the first guy to watch
him.  I finally figure I got to do something to distract myself or I'm
going to shoot and he's going to be sitting there stroking alone.
     "When you get to be a big boy like me you'll grow some hair too," I
joke.
     "I got hair," he replies indignantly.
     "Oh yeah?  Where?" I tease.  "I don't see any!"
     Well, he leans back so I can have a closer look and I lean in until
I'm about five inches away from his balls and sure enough there are a few
fine hairs.  I reach out and touch them and then run my finger over his
soft, silky ball sack.  He is not too keen about me touching him I can
tell, but he's sort of excited and sort of nervous and mostly curious, so
he doesn't stop me.  I rub his balls a little longer and then sit up and
offer to let him do the same to me.  Well I guess he figures it was only
right since I'd done it to him, so he reaches over really slow and
hesitantly, as if he's expecting to burn his fingers on my balls or
something.  They are so hot I'm surprised he doesn't!  It is so erotic
having him sitting there feeling my balls that it takes all my effort to
stop from coming.  I'm prepared to let him feel my balls all he wants, but
he only does it for a minute or so, which isn't long enough for me.
     "You know the scene where the guy was getting sucked?"  Mitch nods as
he looks up at me.  I can tell he is eager to learn all I have to teach
him.  "I can do myself."
     "Yourself?" he asks in disbelief.
     "Yeah."
     "No way."
     "I can."
     "I don't believe it.  Nobody can do themselves!"
     "I'll show you."
     Well, I lie down on the bottom bunk and pull my legs up over my head
and push up on the top bunk with my feet.  I'm limber and thin, and as I
lower my hips I raise my head and take in the knob of my dick, and then
slowly ease my lips down the shaft.  I love doing it and I slowly begin to
work my lips up and down my boner and suck on it for a couple minutes.  It
is the first time anyone has ever seen me do it, and having Mitch sitting
there all bugeyed and getting hornier by the minute watching me makes it
all the better.
     "Oh shit!  I didn't know a guy could do that!" he says impressed, but
unfortunately not impressed enough to ask me to do it to him.  I suppose I
could have suggested it, but I'm a bit hesitant to and right about then my
mother calls up to say it is time to go to my grandma's.
     So we put our underwear and pants back on and go back up to grandmas
and we all go out for dinner.  After the adults visit for a while we go
back to my place and Mitch and I go up to my room again.  We play some
Nintendo and watch some television, and of course Mitch asks if he can see
some of my special tape again.  Of course I readily agree and pop the tape
in and we sit there and watch about an hour of it.  By then it's about
eleven and I've got to get one off.  The way Mitch is squirming beside me I
know he's feeling as horny as I am.
     "You know how the guys in the movie can squirt white stuff?"I ask as I
shut the tape off.
     "Yeah," he says, immediately interested.  His face is sort of flushed
and I know that he is feeling so horny by then and not having a clue what
he's feeling or what to do about it that I have him.
     "I can do that too."
     "How?"
     "It happens after you have fake sex for a while, like I showed you."
     "Can I see?" he asks, all inhibitions gone just as I'd expected.
     "Sure," I reply, trying not to sound too eager.  "Why don't you have
fake sex too while I do it?"
     Well, he's feeling so randy by then I bet he would run around the
house naked if I asked.  Knowing how good it feels now to stroke himself,
he doesn't hesitate to drop his pants and underwear and begin fiddling with
his dick.  So we sit there side by side on the bed playing with ourselves
and soon we have boners again and we begin to stroke.  I go really slow,
wanting the pleasure to last and knowing how much longer it is going to
take Mitch to have his orgasm.  That it is his first time jacking off and
that it will be his very first orgasm besides the first time to see a guy's
white stuff is just too hot.  I'm surprised I hold back as long as I do.  I
tell him it is about to happen and of course he stops stroking himself and
stares at my boner, which gets me even hotter and there is no way I can
hold back.  So I hold my other hand in front of the tip of my dick and
shoot my stuff on the back.  Mitch sits there grasping his stiff dick
totally wide eyed and his mouth open as I shoot my stuff.  When I finally
finish, I look over at him and smile and he grins back.  I glance down at
his stiff dick, which he has momentarily forgotten and is still squeezing
tightly.
     "My arm's getting sortta sore," he says.
     "Hey, that's okay.  Mine was too the first time I started having fake
sex.  I done it so long I thought my arm was going to fall off!"
     He giggles, and I tell him he doesn't have to continue if he doesn't
want to and I can tell he'd like to but he just doesn't have the endurance.
     That Sunday we go back up to Grandma's for a visit.  While our parents
go off to church, Grandma stays behind to bake and Sally goes outside to
play with their dog Patches, a Shitz Tzu, leaving just Mitch and I in the
living room.  Mitch and I are both into wrestling and are watching a match
on television.  This wrestler called Ravishing Rick Rude who has these
stripper type moves where he rotates his hips around comes on.  Well, to my
surprise, Mitch stands up and pulls down his pants and starts doing the hip
swivel bare to the world with Grandma right in the next room!  Well, I
can't help but laugh at him and he swings his hips all the more, causing
his limp little dick and his smooth balls to bounce like crazy.
     That evening our parents and grandparents go out, leaving us alone at
grandma's with Sally.  She goes upstairs to listen to music and Mitch I and
stay downstairs in the living room watching television.  After watching tv
for a bit, Mitch gets up and brings their dog into the room with us.
     "Watch this," he says with a smile, and he gets on the floor and pulls
his pants down and holds Patches between his legs.  Well, to my surprise
the dog starts licking his dick!  He only does it for a few seconds but it
is cool to watch, and I tell Mitch so, which pleases him.  I wish I could
have been that dog, but I don't tell Mitch that!

     It is around that time that we get this camcorder, and well, I get
this idea of making my own video, of me on my bed stroking it.  I do, and
then I watch myself and it is so hot I get a boner even though I just had
one and I tape myself jacking off all over again, this time sitting on the
floor by my bed.  Well, I make a few more tapes of myself getting it off in
different positions and on my upper bunk and my lower bunk.  After that I
set up the camcorder on its stand and it takes a bit of practice to know
just where to lie, but I take a video of myself sticking a pen up my butt.
Now that is totally wicked, and even better than watching myself in a
mirror.  After that I try a few other things laying around my room.  I even
take the camcorder into the bathroom with me and take a few shots of me
sitting on the toilet jacking myself off and squirting my stuff into the
bowl.  That I find especially hot, because it is in the bathroom I suppose.
     If I could, I'd have taped myself wherever I jerked off.  By then I'm
doing it in the back of the minivan and talking away to the rents, my
parents, at the same time as regular as chewing gum, outside by the
fishpond watching the fish swimming around the plants, and in the washroom
at the mall.  When we go to visit Grandma's I especially like to go up the
hill in the woods, take off my pants and underwear, and sit down in the
shade and jerk off.  There is something extra sexy about doing it out doors
with the sun beating down on you and feeling the fresh air on your balls.

     During health classes that year we talk about the human body, starting
with the heart and circulation and going on to the digestive system.  By
the time we approach the end of grade six we get to the best part of all,
the reproductive system!  All of us boys have been waiting all year for
that part.  Well, most of the boys in our class anyway.  Every class has
the couple nerds who haven't a clue.  As for me, with James and the twins
being in the grade ahead of me, I know this is also the time of year for
the BIG TALK.  The whole school is abuzz as all the boys, about a hundred
of us, are gathered in the gym and we sit on the floor in front of this
tiny nineteen inch tv screen and they begin to play this video showing a
boy around our age going to bed.  Well, this voice-over comes on saying
about changes are occurring in Jimmy's body and that it is the time his
hormones are kicking in and the class begins to snicker and jab each other
in the ribs and the teachers are getting all flustered and trying to hush
us and tell us this is very serious and to pay attention.  Then this
voice-over says something about getting erections and the snickering and
muffled laughter starts all over again.
     Well, poor Jimmy wakes up suddenly to find his bed is all wet.  So he
goes and gets this glass of water and pours it all over his bed, and his
mom calls out asking him what he is doing up so late and he replies that
he'd gotten up to get a drink and he'd spilt it on his bed and gotten it
all wet and has to change the sheets.  Then this voice comes on really
serious and says that little did Jimmy know but he'd just had his first wet
dream.  Well that cracks everyone up.  We're all glancing at each other and
smirking and everything.  I mean the whole video is so corny.  Anyway this
voice says that it is all very natural and that it isn't something that
boys should be embarrassed about and the video ends.
     Then our principal gets up on the stage for a question and answer and
he gives us this don't be embarrassed to ask anything speech.  Well, he
gives a little talk about sex and respecting girls and our bodies being
private, and that it is natural to feel aroused, and to experiment with
masturbation at our age.  Well, one of the wiseacre kids in our class puts
up his hand and asks what masturbation is, and how a guy does it.  So this
skinny, balding man with an island of hair in the front, pushing fifty, and
in a suit and tie stands up there on the stage and tells this group of
eleven and twelve-year-old boys how to masturbate, going through the hand
motions and everything.  Our sides are aching with the pain of trying not
to laugh, except for those that are so totally embarrassed they want to
shrivel up and die.  Myself, I think I've been scarred for life!  Then it
is over and we file out and they give us this pamphlet about how boys grow
with drawings showing a boy's penis and talking about circumcisions and
foreskins and keeping yourself clean.  It is hardly a very informative
lecture after all that I've learned on my own, and I doubt very informative
for most of the others either.

     At the end of sixth grade we go for a swim party at the public pool
just up the hill from the middle school.  I swim for a bit but it is cold
and rainy so I get out of the pool and go to the locker room to change and
shower.  There is only one shower with hot water so four of us, me, Jarred,
a black boy in our school by the name of Gary, and a fourth kid huddle
together under the shower in our swim trunks trying to get warm.  Well,
after a bit Gary pulls down his trunks and starts walking around with his
dick in full view, and I try my best not to stare but at the same time etch
the image in my mind for future jerk sessions.  I'm too cold to go back out
so I hang around there in the showers.  I see a good ten more dicks that
afternoon and by the time the party is over I can't wait to get home for a
long jerk session, remembering the boys I've seen and the hot, humid air of
the pool locker room and its dank fragrance of boy sweat and chlorine.

     Several momentous events happen that summer.  First, my brother
marries this girl from the Canton/Akron area that he had met at a party
earlier in the year.  She had a son who was just born a few weeks before
and he was looking for a family since he is unable to have children due to
a health condition and he falls in love with both of them.  As soon as they
marry my brother starts the adoption process.  The biological father is a
real bum and a druggy and my new sister- in-law doesn't want anything to do
with him.  He tries to fight the adoption but we win the case easily and I
have a new nephew.  I'm not a huge fan of kids at this point, but this kid
is pretty cool.  I had never been around many kids that much younger than
me.  Eric and his mom start coming to our house every day and mom takes
care of him while she goes out and lounges in our pool.  I figure out right
then that she is a sneaky, lying, underhanded bitch, but nobody will listen
to me.
     The second big event is that we take down the pool and get a
trampoline, and the third, I finally get to see Kurt's dick and balls.
Ever since that day back when I was in grade three and we were watching
television and I showed him my boner after taking a leak and then when he'd
refused to show me his compromised by agreeing he could just show me his
asshole, I'd wanted to see his dick.  I guess there is some truth to the
saying that if something is forbidden you want it all the more, because I
can't think of anything I wanted more back then than to have a good look at
his cock.  Well, no matter what I try, I am unsuccessful until one day just
shortly after we had gotten the trampoline we are playing on it and Kurt
has to take a piss but doesn't want to go to all the trouble of going in
the house.  Of course I suggest he could go behind the shed, and of course
I go with him.  If I can't conjure up a stream, I figure I can always say I
thought I had to go.  Anyway, we go behind the shed and he pushes down his
jogging pants and hooks his underwear under his balls like all us kids do
and begins to piss.  It is not that spectacular an event and his dick and
balls are pretty typical for an eleven-year-old, but I am finally able to
add his dick and balls to my growing list of dicks and balls I've seen.
And, it gives me another image to think about in my daily jerk off
sessions.

     Also that summer I get my first good look at a girl's pussy.  Chris
and I are home alone at his house one day watching some of the kids his
mother does daycare for while she's out doing an errand.  She sometimes
leaves them with us after she's put them down for a nap so we don't really
have to do much except be there in case any of them get up.  Well, shortly
after she leaves, Chris tells me the oldest girl, Katie, who I figure is
about ten, does some pretty cool stuff and asks if I'd like to see. Well,
that is like asking a wolf if he wants to check out the sheep pen.  There
are four kids at that time, a boy around seven sleeping on the floor, his
three-year-old sister sleeping in a crib, Katie, and Katie's seven-year-old
sister, the two of them sleeping on the bed with Katie on the outside.
     The two younger girls are asleep when we slip into the room and go
over to the bed where Katie and her sister are.  Chris gives Katie a little
nudge but she keeps her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.  So Chris
reaches over and pulls her pants and panties down and spreads apart her
legs.  Then Katie reaches down and spreads her lips to give us a good look.
I'm totally surprised, and eager to have a good look, it being the first
pussy I've ever seen!  Then Chris pulls his pants and underwear down to his
knees and I'm so excited that I'm finally going to see his hard on without
sneaking a peak under his bathroom door that I almost forget all about
Katie.  To my disappointment his shirt is hanging down and covers it, but I
can tell that it has to be pretty large.
     Well, they had to have done this sort of thing before because Katie
just reaches up and slips her hand under his shirt like she's reaching for
an ice cream cone!  I push my pants and underwear down to my knees too, not
caring if he or she sees my boner, and in fact hoping that seeing mine
Chris will be less conservative and leave his open to view.  That doesn't
work, but Katie isn't the slightest bit hesitant and she reaches over with
her other hand and begins playing with my dick and then pumping it up and
down, doing quite a convincing hand job.  The boy over by the wall rolls
over and glances at us, but Chris yells at him to turn around and keep his
face to the wall and to go to sleep, and he quickly rolls over.  Chris
reaches down while Katie's got her hands on our dicks and begins to rub her
crotch.  After a bit I take over for Chris and Chris just stands there and
enjoys her rubbing his dick.  He then asks her to show us her butt and she
doesn't hesitate.  She rolls over and shows us her butt and I reach down
and spread her cheeks and start to play with her butthole.
     Chris says that it is about time his mom should be getting home and
that we should get out of there.  Well, I think the whole thing was awesome
and as we head to his room I'm hoping that we can do some more another day.
I also realize later when I get home that if I'd have suggested Katie give
us a blow job then I would have been able to see Chris's boner.  I store
that away and plan on using it for sure the next time.
     A short time later I'm over at Chris's again and we are up in his room
and Katie and her sister come in and play basketball with one of those
little Nerfball hoops.  I'm wishing that we could be alone when his mother
comes upstairs, and as she comes to the door I'm hoping that she's going to
tell us that she's going shopping.  Instead she gives Chris this look that
only moms can give, and says, "you know the girls aren't allowed to be
alone with you two boys anymore."  Well I just about shit myself but that's
all she says, and turns and heads back down the stairs.
     It turns out Katie ended up telling one of the other girls that was
being babysat there about what we'd done, and the stupid bitch told her
mom.  The second girl is yanked out of daycare in a flash, but Katie's mom
evidently doesn't care what had happened, or figures it is just innocent
messing around stuff that all kids do or something because she leaves Katie
and her sister there, but of course with the condition the girls never be
left alone with us.  Chris's mom never says anything else, not to me, nor
thankfully to my mom.  Chris's family are Jehovah Witnesses, religious but
not strict and the knock-on-the-door-and-in-your-face type.  I don't know
if that's why his parents are always understanding about the stuff he and I
get into.

     Earlier that year my parents got back into foster care.  Well in July,
at two in the morning the day of my thirteenth birthday, my parents are
called to pick up some kids whose parents are drunks and whose kids are
dirty and have not eaten for a while.  They bring home two sisters out of
the six kids from the family, Angie who is seven, and Caroline, who is
nine.  As soon as they get home, my mom has them take a bath, and she tells
them that she'll leave some clothes for them in the spare room where they
will be staying.  The spare room is right next to mine and actually the
room where I had my bedroom before my brother graduated and moved out.
There is a foot-square vent with a metal grate of one inch squares right by
the closet that connects the two rooms.  If you get down on the floor and
look around my dresser, you can see straight into the spare room.
     We don't have any clothes for girls, so we give them some of my old
shorts and t shirts.  After I get the clothes for Mom, I go into my room,
turn the lights off, and get into position, figuring that what I might see
will be a lot better than "Batman the Movie" which I'd begun watching when
my parents had gotten the call!
     I do not have to wait long.  They come into the room with towels
wrapped around them and shut the door.  They look around a bit and then
take the towels off.  I start stroking!  They dry themselves off and then
start to dry their hair, raising their arms and giving me a good look at
their hairless pits and their little budding chests. They sit on the bed
and start looking at the clothes and deciding who is going to wear what.
By the time they decide I have shot all over the side of my dresser!  Now I
figure bringing them home for me is one hell of a great birthday present!
     The next day we go to the store and get them some clothes their size.
I talk to Chris about it, figuring since what happed with Katie he will be
into what I am doing.  I am hoping he will want to come over and spy on the
two girls too but he never asks if he can join me and I'm not sure if I
should invite him.  That night as Caroline and Angie take their baths I
perch at my spot next to the dresser and wait for them.  It does not take
them as long as the night before and I am still stroking by the time they
finish drying themselves and get into bed out of view of the vent.  The
third day I am over at Chris's house as they are getting ready to leave to
go back to their mother and I run over to say goodby and I say maybe we
will see each other some time, hoping that we will, and that it will be
soon.

     Shortly after that I hear Mitch and his parents are going to drop by
on their summer holidays and are going to spend the night.  I can't wait
for them to arrive, and I spend the next week happily jerking off and
thinking of the fun Mitch and I might have together.  Well, the day they
arrive I can hardly sit still.  After supper we go up to my room to play
Mario Kart on my Super Nintendo.  I suggest that we should play Strip Mario
Kart.  Well, Mitch hesitates and we go through the usual persuasion thing,
and again I can see the hesitation and the curiosity in his eyes and I know
I have him.  So he finally reluctantly agrees and we play a few rounds with
me letting him win a few so we sort of stay equal in taking off our clothes
until we are both down to our underwear.  Well, he loses and grabs a
blanket to cover himself and then pulls his boxers off and tosses them off
the bed.  I lose the next round and remove my underwear without the
blanket, hoping that he'll take his blanket off, but he doesn't, and he
doesn't suggest we do anything else either despite my not so subtle hints.
So, we get dressed again and play a few other games and he finally falls
asleep lying on the bed.
     Well, while I'm sitting there feeling disappointed, I notice his feet
are sticking out over the edge and I get this crazy idea.  I don't know
what comes over me but I sit down on the floor and start licking his foot.
That is so f'n hot I'm hard instantly and I start jerking like a wild man.
I shoot like I haven't cum for a month!  He doesn't wake up, though I can't
be sure he isn't faking it all along like Katie had been faking to be
asleep when Chris and I had first come in the room.  I don't know what I'd
have done or said if he revealed later that he had been faking it, or if he
had woken up.
     The next day we go to my grandmother's house with our parents to visit
for a while.  It gets pretty boring and Mitch and I go off to play
checkers.  After a few games, that gets pretty boring too, until I suggest
we turn it into strip checkers.  Each time one of us jumps a man, the loser
has to take off something.  Again Mitch is hesitant and worried we might
get caught, but I assure him the adults are so busy visiting we needn't
worry.  Again it takes a bit of convincing, but I finally get him to agree.
Watching Mitch taking off his clothes one article at a time is almost like
watching a strip show, and gives me plenty to think about during future
jack off sessions as I enter grade seven.