Date: Mon, 2 Jun 2003 16:24:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: fantasywriter000@yahoo.com
Subject: Summer of '70

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Summer of `70

"We'll grab `em when they go down by the creek tomorrow," Keith said.

Being a spy was tough business.  Especially when you're thirteen years
old, it's one in the morning and all you have on are Levi cutoffs that
leave your hairless legs exposed.

My little street had all the appearances of tranquil suburbia, but my
friends Nick, Bobby, John and me knew better.  There was a war going
on.  No, not like the gang wars today.  In the summer of 1970 life in
the suburbs was anything but dangerous-at least on the surface.  Here,
it was us against them-the older boys on the street.  Over the years
we'd had dirt-clod fights, green-apple fights, and raids on forts.
Lately we'd been building our latest fort in the part of Nick's
backyard that was behind his fence and next to the creek.  Just the
other day we'd stumbled upon Rick and his friend Eric holding Nick
captive.  They'd hog-tied him and were about to tear down the start of
our fort when Bobby, John and me had shown up.  Without Keith there to
back them up they'd slunk off and we'd rescued Nick.  When I was
untying Nick he had a small damp spot on the front of his light-colored
jeans and I figured they'd just scared the piss out of him and didn't
mention it.  I found out later for myself it wasn't that at all.

So here I was, hunkered down behind a hedge listening to Keith, Rick
and the twins, Eric and Erin talking about their next attack on us.

"You got the rope all ready?" Keith asked.

"Yeah, I got a bunch of it from my Dad's shop.  Got some duct tape too.
They won't be able to make a sound," Rick answered.

The light above the garage door illuminated Keith and I could see him
smile when Rick answered.  Keith had just turned sixteen and was about
five-foot eight inches tall, probably about a hundred and forty pounds,
a real lean muscular build.

Crouched there looking at Keith I remembered the first time I saw him.
I was just six years old and had walked next door to check out the big
moving van that arrived early in the morning.  As I came around the
corner of the van I saw Keith and just stopped and stared.  He was the
most beautiful person I'd ever seen.  His hair was golden blonde, my
sister would've killed to have his lips, and his eyes were a gray-blue
so light colored they looked like they belonged on a wolf.  Just as
Keith had turned around and seen me looking at him I was knocked to the
ground by Rick hitting me on the shoulder.  He'd also come to see who
the new neighbors were.

"We don't want no babies hanging around with our gang," Rick had said
to me as way of explanation for the hit, and went on to lay claim to
the new neighbor boy.  From then on I'd found myself stealing glances
at Keith between our mutual fence line when he mowed the lawn or was
hanging out in his back yard.

Tonight Keith was wearing a snug-fitting pair of Levi cutoff's and no
shirt.  It was summer but since it was night the air was chill enough
to make his nipples stand out visibly even from a distance.  His chest
had a nice set of pecs starting to develop. He was all smooth and tan.
Yeah, even at thirteen I noticed things like that but I tended to try
and ignore what it meant.  I didn't know what to think it meant.

"So after we tie `em up, then what?" Eric--or was it Erin?--asked.

"Then we pants `em, take `em out in their underwear and make `em run
down the street," Keith answered, as all four of them laughed.

I ducked down lower when I heard that because I knew if they found me I
was in for real trouble.

"Eric!!!"  "Erin!!!"  A mom's voice is like one of those high-pitched
whistles for dogs and both boys turned their heads when they heard
their names.

"You better get home, man or she's gonna' have a cow," Rick said.

"Later guys," the twins said as they left.

"I better get home too--before my Dad finds I'm out and took this
stuff," Rick said, as he handed a bag to Jeff.

"Okay, just remember two o'clock tomorrow.  It'll be a massacre!" Jeff
laughed as he exclaimed.

"All right!"  Rick said as he left.

As Keith stood underneath the light I took a moment to steal a last
glance.  I absent-mindedly reached down to the front of my shorts,
rubbed my groin and felt a tingle.  Then I felt another tingle-it was
my right leg falling asleep from being crouched for so long so I tried
moving a little to relieve the pressure.  I ended up losing my balance
and falling into the shrub, making a noise.  Through the leaves I could
see Keith look in my direction.  Then he started walking towards me.

`Time to go,' I thought, and started crawling up the hedge line towards
a small cluster of trees where I knew I'd be invisible in the darkness.

Just as I reached safety Keith came running around the hedge. "Who's
there?"

I stayed quiet, hidden by the darkness and a large tree trunk.

Keith poked his foot into the hedge then turned and looked around.  In
the light coming from his garage I could see those wolf-eyes of his
looking directly at me.  I froze, afraid that I'd been found out.  I
swore he could hear my heart pounding loudly in my chest.

Keith turned and walked back to the garage and as I became lightheaded
I realized I'd stopped breathing.  When I'd watched "The Man from
U.N.C.L.E." it never seemed this scary-or real.

After I heard a front door close I got up and quietly ran around the
front of my house and took the side gate into the back yard. My cot was
all set up with a sleeping bag on the back porch.  My parents let me
sleep outside sometimes on summer nights and I enjoyed the freedom it
gave me to run around the neighborhood in the dark.  On this particular
night it had the added payoff of me knowing valuable information about
the "enemy's" plan for tomorrow.

`Wait'll I tell Nick what I heard,' I thought as I lay down and pulled
the sleeping bag around me.  I was thinking about how we'd outfox those
guys as I fell asleep all cozy and warm in my backyard.

In my dream something big and dark was laying on me and I couldn't get
out from underneath it.  As I moved around and tried to get out I felt
something good-my hard cock rubbing against whatever was on top of me.
When I felt the cool air hit my chest I woke up and opened my eyes.
Keith was sitting on top of me, straddling my hips with my arms trapped
to my sides.

"Hey." was all I could get out before his strong hand clamped over my
mouth.

"Be quiet or else," Keith said in a low voice.

I nodded my head.

"Roll over and put your hands behind your back," Keith ordered me.

When I didn't move right away Keith's other hand went right to a nipple
and started twisting it.  I moaned into his hand.

"Shhhhh!  Now do what I say," he ordered, lifting himself up slightly
so that I could roll over onto my stomach.  As I did I felt my hard-on
rub both painfully and pleasurably against my underwear inside my
cutoffs.

Now I felt the cool air on my back as Keith pulled the sleeping bag
even lower and took my arms from my sides and crossed them behind my
back.  I felt soft rope being wound around my wrists then a series of
tugs as he tied a knot.  Keith gave the ropes a test pull then leaned
forward, covering my back with his bare chest.

"Open your mouth," he whispered in my ear.

I didn't so much follow his order as try to say `Why?' when a knotted
sock was stuffed into my mouth then tied behind my head. "Mmmpphhh!"
was all I could get out.

I felt Keith get off my back and saw him standing next to the cot.
When I looked up at his face he was smiling at his handiwork.

"Get up," he smirked.

I rolled over and sat up on the cot, my lower body still covered by the
sleeping bag.

"Come on," Keith said, grabbing my shoulder and standing me up.

As I jerked to my feet Keith's hands went to the buttons on the front
of my jeans.

"Mmmmm!!!!!" I wailed through the gag.

It didn't slow him down a bit-he unbuttoned my cutoffs and let them
fall to the ground, leaving me standing there wearing only my cotton
briefs, tented out in front by my half-hard cock.  I saw him looking at
my underwear but he didn't say anything about it.

Instead it was "Let's go," as he walked me towards the gate leading out
of my backyard.

I kind of resisted and Keith grabbed my shoulder even harder.  "I know
it was you spying on us.  You're coming with me to our clubhouse until
I figure out what to do with you," he said, adding, "If you try and run
from me I'll pull your underwear off and there you'll be, out on the
street all tied up naked, you want that?"

I nodded my head `no.'

With that Keith grabbed me by my bound wrists and led me out the gate
and across my front yard towards his house.  It was the middle of the
night and nobody saw us.  We went in through the side gate and walked
towards a tool shed in the very back of his deep back yard.  I knew
that he and his gang met there sometimes and once I'd almost been able
to sneak into it until his dog ran after me and started barking.  I
felt something wet and furry on my leg and now realized the dog
would've licked me to death if he'd caught me.

Keith opened the door to the shed and walked me into the pitch-black
room, leaving the dog outside as he closed the door.  I heard a click
as Keith pulled on the cord to turn on the one dim overhead bulb.  The
`clubhouse' had a few chairs and a cot in it. Sitting on one of the
chairs was the sack I'd seen Rick hand off to Keith earlier.  Keith
pushed me onto the cot and I landed kind of sprawled out on my back.  I
just stared at Keith as opened up the bag sitting on the chair and
pulled out a roll of duct tape and some more rope.

He came over to the bed and pulled my legs together, quickly roping
them so that I was now tied around the ankles.

"Get on your stomach," he said and I did as I was told.  No use pissing
him off since I was now tied up and on his turf.

Keith untied my wrists and moved my hands around so that they were
above my head.  He took a long length of rope and tied my wrists
together above my head, then got off of me.  He pulled me to my feet
and stood me in the middle of the room, where he took the long end of
the rope and threw it over a beam just a couple of feet over his head.
Keith was standing so close to me I felt my semi-hard cock inside my
underwear brush against his leg.  He pulled on the rope and my hands
were stretched above my head so that I wasn't quite on my tiptoes but
had to work at keeping balanced.

He stood behind me and I felt the warmth of his chest on my back as he
untied the gag.  I heard a ripping noise and before I could figure out
what it was Keith taped my mouth closed with a healthy length of duct
tape.  He ran his fingers down from my face to my chest and twisted my
nipples.

"Mmmpphhh!"

"Nobody can hear you," he whispered into my ear.  "Nicky and Bobby and
Johnny are all asleep at home so nobody's gonna'come save your ass
either."

Another hard twist on my nipples as he continued.  "Did you hear me and
boys talk about tomorrow's plan?"

"Mmm-mmm," I answered through the tape gag.

"Fucking liar!" Keith whispered hoarsely into my ear, turning up the
nipple twisting to a new painful high.

We weren't allowed to use that kind of language in my home so it kind
of shocked me but at the same time I was getting a thrill out of the
danger.  I squirmed around trying to escape Keith's pinching hands but
only managed to grind backwards into him.  I felt something hard right
at the crack in my ass and it made my cock tingle as I realized I was
hard.

Keith stepped around in front of me and again grabbed my nipples.

"So did you hear our plan or not?"

"Mmmm-mmm.. Uhmm-huh," I said to the gag, trying to answer but screwing
up.

Keith didn't seem to care about the answer as he kept on twisting my
nipples for a moment, then suddenly stopped and took a step back.  He
looked directly at my hard cock trapped in my tight little white
briefs, then raised his eyes to meet mine.  I couldn't do anything but
stare at his blue-gray wolf eyes.

"Okay, if you're not going to cooperate I'm going to have to pants
you," he said, a leer on his face.

"Mmmmmmmm" I moaned through the gag.

"This is what happens when you get caught spying," Keith said, moving
his hands towards the waistband of my underwear.

I squirmed around but it didn't slow him down much at all.  I felt his
thumbs inside the waistband of my underwear then felt them being pulled
down as I looked at the top of Keith's head moving down.

`Slap!' went my now hard cock as it was freed and bounced up to hit my
smooth flat belly.

Keith was on his knees in front of me and looked up and just stared.  I
was immediately embarrassed because except in gym nobody really saw my
cock, and certainly not this close and never hard like this and...
well...  I wasn't small for my age.  I actually thought of myself as
kind of a freak, because at age thirteen I was seven inches hard--I'd
measured it to find out.  I also had a nice set of proportionately
sized smooth balls and maybe ten hairs to round out the package.  When
it was hard my cock was long enough to extend past my hip if I pushed
it to the side.  It was why I dreaded getting hard out in public and at
this age that could and did happen for any reason.

"Fuck," was all Keith could say.

That did it: I was a freak.  Keith had confirmed it and now I was tied
up on display for him to tease me about it.

But he didn't.

Instead he opened his mouth and ran his tongue up my cock from the base
to the tip.

"Mmmmmmhhhh!!!!"  I stretched up on my toes as I practically screamed
into my tape gag.

I didn't have time to recover from the overload to my senses when I
felt something hot and wet start to engulf my cock.  I looked down and
Keith had taken my hard cock into his mouth.

`Fuck' I thought, realizing that word really did have a good use.

Keith sucked on my cock, taking as much of it has he could past his
beautiful lips into his mouth.  I started moving my hips, pushing my
cock into his mouth.  I was swinging back and forth like a pendulum, my
naked ass wiggling with each thrust.  I felt the tingling start in my
balls and tried to pull my cock out of Keith's mouth.  If I shot my
stuff down his throat he'd kill me! Instead Keith's hands grabbed my
ass and pulled me in closer so that I couldn't get my cock out of his
mouth.  The heat from his mouth, the feel of his tongue on my cock head
and his hands on my ass made me lose it.  I felt myself starting to cum
from the deepest part of my balls.  My hips bucked wildly and my vision
narrowed.

"Mmmmmm!!!  Mmmmmhhhhh!!!  Mmmmhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" I moaned loudly through
the tape gag.

Keith kept sucking me, then milked my cock with his hand, draining
every last drop.  He got to his feet and stood in front of me.

`Fuck!' I thought, employing yet another use for my new word.

"You got a big cock," was all he said, and leaned forward as he pulled
down his cutoffs and underwear in one quick motion.

When he stood up straight again I saw Keith's five-inch cock sticking
straight up in front of him, a small patch of hair above it.   When his
hard cock brushed against mine we both shuddered from the contact and
his wolf eyes bored into me.

"Now it's time for paybacks."

Keith reached under the cot and got a small bottle of something clear
out, then moved behind me.  I heard a small pop sound then felt him
move in close behind me and put his arms around my chest as ground his
hard cock in between my legs.  I noticed his cock was all slippery as
he slid it up and down my butt.  As his hard cock ground against my
butt hole I felt my cock start to tingle. Keith moved his hands to my
nipples and started playing with them-twisting them so that it was not
quite painful.  It was like an electric current running through my dick
head when his cock pumped against my butt hole and his hands would
twist my nipples between strokes.

I started pushing back against his cock so I could get that feeling
more and more.  Keith added some more of whatever he'd used to make his
cock slippery and moved so that it was pushing right on my butt hole.
I'd heard of guys butt-fucking but I'd never thought of it as a literal
term.  I was about to learn that the definition was literal.  Keith
grabbed me around my chest hard as he pushed his cock in my hole,
popping it in just a little.

"Mmmmmmm!!!"  The pain was just as incredible as the orgasm I'd had a
few minutes earlier.

Keith just held himself there, moving one hand down to stroke my hard
cock while he twisted my nipple with the other.

The pain turned to a warm glow and Keith started to slowly push his
cock deeper into me.  I felt his hot breath on my neck as he nuzzled
against me and I melted into a bound embrace.  Keith continued to
stroke my dick as he ground his cock all the way into my ass. It felt
even better than when he'd been sucking me.

Keith pulled his cock back and I thought he was going to take it out,
so I moved my hips with him.  He responded by driving his hard cock
back into me, pausing for a moment then moving his hips again, faster.
Keith started pounding my ass and I met him stroke for stroke.  I could
feel my balls start to tighten up and knew I was going to cum again.  I
was only thirteen so I knew that was possible, but I also knew it'd
never felt this good.

I started quivering, my ass wiggling and grinding back into Keith's
cock as I got closer and closer to shooting.  This seemed to make Keith
even crazier as he pounded my ass so hard I thought we were going to
start swinging by my wrists tied up to the beam.

"Arrrrahhhhh!!!" Keith moaned loudly as I felt his cock start to twitch
in my ass.

The twitching seemed to push a button deep in my ass and I immediately
started shooting cum out of my cock in Keith's hand. It was like some
kind of fire hose shooting white cream as we swung around, me shooting
out into the shed and him up into my ass.

We stopped moving and stood there for a few minutes, Keith impaled up
my ass, my cock dripping cum onto the floor.

Keith pulled his cock out of my ass slowly, then reached up and undid
the knot holding the rope over the beam.  My tired arms dropped down in
front of me and I nearly fell to the floor from being suspended for so
long.  Keith grabbed me from the front, my eyes meeting those wolf eyes
of his as he did.  They didn't have that cold look in them anymore.  He
walked me over to the cot, laying me down, still tied up and gagged.

"Move over," he said, moving to lie down beside me.  I wiggled over on
the narrow cot and Keith spooned in behind me, putting his arm across
my chest and his leg across mine.

His cock was still hard and he pushed it between my butt cheeks,
letting it rest there.  My ass felt nice and warm deep inside, his
smooth chest covered my back and his foot rubbed the top of my foot.  I
was still tied up and gagged but for some reason I felt safe and
protected.

I drifted off to sleep with Keith's hand around my cock, his breath
caressing my neck.

End Part One



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