Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2004 02:37:07 -0400
From: dustyn thyme <dustynthyme@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fireworks: A Story For the Nifty Young Critics

This story is by my friend and collaborator, Mouse.  I call him that because
he's small and quiet and doesn't have a life outside of his writing. He's a
most excellent writer, but he doesn't often write these kinds of stories,
and doesn't want people to know he does, especially one with under-aged
characters in it, so he asked me to send it in for him.  He wrote a note he
was going to send to you Young Critics privately, but it I liked what he
said at the end of his note and thought it should be shared with everybody.
So first you have his note, and then the story.

Mouse's note:

I wanted to thank you Nifty Young Critics for writing what you did and
straightening us all out on younger guys and their sexuality.  If one writes
at all, inevitably one's characters have childhoods.  I grew up not knowing
about anything of what you guys said about other young guys.  In the first
place I thought I was the only one in the whole world with his feet pointed
in a different direction  -- and I didn't want to go there.   I was this
super shy nerd who wasn't smart enough talk to anybody about what I was
feeling and dealing with in my private little world.  And I didn't have
access to computers and the Internet when I was in high school. I blew the
doors off later when I came out of the closet in college -- not a story I
care to tell.

Anyway, to say how grateful I am, I wrote a story for you I hope you like.
I'm not into guys younger than twenty-something, like you preferring someone
my own age.  I stumbled onto your article by accident, and thinking about
it, a fun story began to bubble up about your situation.  I hope too it
reflects some truth, though it's certainly not how it was for me -- except I
lusted after guys in underwear for as long as I can remember.  I found every
excuse in the world not to undress in gym class where jocks, the article,
not the guys, did terrible things to me.  I did run cross-country in high
school, which wasn't so bad because we practiced in the mornings before
school and not having time to shower was common.  I know.  We were a stinky
team -- and always finished at the bottom of the league too.  We were one of
the smallest school districts in the state - one township.

My narrator is a guy I remember from school, an older guy I really, really
looked up to when I knew him.  I changed names here, more to protect me than
the innocent. I remember how Tom murdered the English Language, and I tried
to reflect that in his speech throughout the story, though I know I don't
have it how he really talked.  For all he didn't use good English, I thought
he was pretty eloquent.  What else he was in reality was this generous
bigger guy who was everybody's friend and guardian, no matter how littler
you were.  I knew what he was like because I rode the school bus one seat
behind him one year, and every day he brought a sandwich for his buddy
Jerold who was half black -- the only black kid in school in fact -- and
pretty poor from what I heard.  Tom generally teased everybody on the bus,
but he made us laugh a lot too.

I thought of Tom immediately when I read your article because he was the
kind of guy that would have gathered a bunch of guys together like you did,
if he had thought of it.  He didn't.  Tom committed suicide in a motel room
at age twenty.  I thought he was in the army, but somebody told me they
kicked him out because he was gay -- faggot was what they said then.  That
was eleven years ago.  I was a junior in high school when Tom committed
suicide, and I didn't know then what I was, but I would have given a hell of
a lot to know and not been as stupid as I was smart.

While I'm on the subject though, let me warn you to be doubly and triply
more careful than you are about what you are doing, engaging younger guys
and more of them, worse publicizing yourselves.  If it ever came out, you
would be engaged in a "sex ring," and that looks really nasty in newspaper
headlines.  I read about one once, all minors I think, involving girls and
guys.  It would come down hardest on the shoulders of the oldest guys, and I
think you could be guilty of "corrupting the morals of a minor," even if you
are minor yourself, so please be very, very careful and cautious. Sexual
predators are all too real, and I'd much prefer that you grow up safely and
unmolested.


Fireworks

The two guys came inside looking surprised and a little spooked that Danny
hadn't arrived yet.  It was cool.  Danny had called and asked if they could
use my house instead of his.  The younger guys preferred being at Danny's
house.  I understood that -- the age thing, me being sixteen and bigger.  One
of them, Badger, the nervouser looking of the two, hadn't grown much yet for
a thirteen year old, and I wondered if maybe we made a big mistake letting
him join "Fireworks," as we called our secret club, because immature guys
can be blabbermouths.  We were really, really, really careful about the guys
we let in the club though.   I understood how these younger guys felt.  I
was a pretty scared myself having them there when I was unacquainted with
them and all, even if they were bona fide members, but I tried not to show
it better.

"Sit down guys. You want a pop?  I got Coke and Cherry Coke, maybe Fruit
Punch if that's better for you.  Name your poison."  I had to smile. They
were shoved up on the little ottoman together, reminding me of two
jackrabbits ready to run.

I was in the kitchen when Danny came in.  I heard, "How's it hangin' dudes?"
  That was Danny talking tough.  I didn't hear what the guys said, but I did
get, "Bring me a Cherry Coke too dude."  Cherry Cokes for all of us.  I got
hurrier when I smelled cigarette smoke.

There was Danny sprawled out all over my Dad's chair, a cigarette in his
fingers.

"Get that cigarette out of here Danny.   My Mom'll kill me if she thinks I'm
smoking, and you shouldn't be smoking either."

"Spitz gave me a couple of them." Danny said.  He was bragging because Spitz
was a senior and Danny was only fifteen.  But he wasn't moving.

"Take that cigarette outside," I reminded him.  He could be such a douche
sometimes.

I said, "If you guys want to go to the basement, go ahead.  I won't bother
you.  I'll go upstairs"

OK. Nobody moved.  I had to play host.

"How do you like your new town?" I asked Shawn, one of the two guys on the
ottoman.  I knew he moved here in October, from Ohio I think.  He had moved
into the house at the end of the block.

"He's assimilating very well into our community."  That was Badger answering
for him.  I looked at Badger though.  What thirteen-year-old talked like
that?  His sister was known to be one of the smartest kids in school.  She
was my age.  But I didn't know much about Badger.

His family was famous because the kids were named for animals.   Wolf, Fawn,
and Badger.  The joke was that the next one would be a Weasel.  Wolf, the
oldest brother, was a football player, pretty good one too.  He would
graduate this year.

Badger wasn't right about what he said though.  Shawn did have some trouble
once with one of the older guys at the park.   When Shawn turned out to be
one of us, we voted him into Fireworks so he wouldn't be hanging out by
himself, getting into trouble with the wrong kind of guys.

We BS'd for a while and I put some music on, nothing too loud.  It turned
out that Badger was pretty emotionally mature for his age, and quite a
gamester.  Now he's my best gaming competition, but we didn't go on the Cube
that day.  It's up in my room.

I was kind of wondering why they came over when Badger asked Danny, "Is he
going to do it for us or what."

"In a couple of minutes," Danny said.  I didn't say nothing, but I went on
high alert because I was pretty sure they were talking about me.  I was kind
of wishing they'd disappear to the basement pretty soon because I was
getting pretty horny sitting there looking at guys that were going to be
doing things without me.  I couldn't help thinking about it.

I felt the mood shift after Badger's question, and I sensed it getting kind
of tense in there, maybe heating up because certain growing things were
getting covered up and hidden on some of us that maybe didn't need to be
covered so much before that.  I inched some shirt flaps over my crotch in
case my long tee wasn't camouflaging enough.

Finally I asked. "Are you guys going to the basement?"   Both Badger and
Shawn looked at Danny for the answer.

Danny looked like a kid caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar.  He was
turning red.  "We have a question first."

That stone dropped, and we all waited.

Danny got up -- a bit awkwardly I thought -- came over and whispered in my
ear.
"I told them you cum big  -- lots of cum.  They want to see you do it."

Man I went red right down to my fingernails. I gathered up all five foot ten
and a half inches of my dignity.  "Danny, can I see you in the kitchen a
minute please?"  I sounded like my Mom saying that.  I felt really huffy.
Not to say I wasn't feeling funny in my pants and kind of excited too.

"What did you say to these guys?"  I demanded as soon as Danny and I were
alone.

"Well nothing I shouldna."

I could tell Danny was going to weasel, so I said, "Don't get skippy on me
buckaroo, you know what I mean."

"I said you'd jack off with us."

"My God, Danny." I exploded, "I don't know these guys."

"Gees, Tom.  Keep your voice down, please?  What do you mean you don't know
them?  You voted for them to be in Fireworks, or they wouldn't be here.
They won't tell anyone.  They're regulars ... Badger is anyway."

"Oh shit." I moved to the kitchen sink for a glass of water and time to
think.  "They may be regular at your house, not here.   That one kid's lucky
if he has a three inch prickle in his pants and that isn't enough to excite
me," but I was excited, and pressing it hard against the sink I noticed.

"Badger's the one wants to see you."  Danny said.  "He says you big guys
won't do nothing with a baldy.  You won't play by the rules."

Not true.  I played with a baldy when he came around.  He just wasn't as
little as Badger.  The rule was you gave as good as you got and never ever
made anybody do stuff they didn't want to do.  "He didn't ask me," I said,
meaning Badger.

"He asked me," Danny said, "and I said you love showing off.  We all know
that."

Damn.  My pants were saying yes. It was getting hot in the kitchen.  I gave
in. "Take them downstairs. I'll be down in a minute."  I was feeling sweaty
and wanted to change my tee -- maybe everything.  Maybe I'd go down in just
my underpants. Oh my god, that idea got to me.

I could hear Danny say a big "Yes" as he went through the door to the living
room, "give me five."

Then I couldn't figure out what was taking them so long to get moving until
Danny came back and asked if they could have more Cokes to take to the
basement with them.

"There's stuff down there in the fridge."  I reminded him. "You can play the
strereo, but don't touch my Dad's stuff.  And leave the television off," I
called after him. I had a flash that I didn't want them distracted from my
entrance.

I quick up the stairs to my bedroom when they went down to the basement.  I
had new 21st Century briefs saved up for an occasion like this.
Tighty-whities were so cool.  But I couldn't get out the bedroom door
dressed that way.  I shook like a leaf trying to ... way too exposed with
only my underpants on.

I felt skippy and had to calm down.  I tried my bathrobe on, letting it fall
open dramatically in front of the mirror.  Oh man, my pointer ruined
everything.  Besides, the guys downstairs had regular clothes on and I 'd
look strange.

I tried wearing a jock, but I didn't want my bare ass hanging out, not with
this bunch anyway.  I definitely didn't look as good in the mirror as Wolf
did in a jock in the locker room at school.  Nobody did.

Finally I wore jeans and a long drapey white tee to cover up my crotch,
though by that time there wasn't much up to cover.  I should have worn
boxers with board shorts and a bare top like Danny had on, but I was
determined about having my tighty-whities on.  I still felt queasy about
actually going down there.

One of the best things about my basement was you could always hear the door
at the top of the stairs if anybody was coming -- as long as the music
wasn't too loud.  The bathroom was there if you had to hide quick, or there
was always the sliding door to the outside for a fast get away.  We could
sneak in that way too.

The playroom was clear back through the exercise/weight room, so I didn't
see what they were planning until I got there. My Mom and Dad like parties,
so there were like three big couches back there, two facing each other in
front of the fire place, which was really cool for a pair of guys doing
stuff, and another couch facing the big screen entertainment center with a
couple of big soft chairs along side.  The one in front of the TV was a
sofa-bed that pulled out real easy.  Pulling the sofa-bed out got a guy hot
quick because it meant getting down to business.   My place was where the
whole gang could get together, but with some of us working, it had been a
while.

I was jolted when I saw they had moved the coffee table from in front of the
big TV and instead had moved my Dad's reclining weight bench in front of it,
facing the couch.  I definitely did not have a good feeling about that.  The
three of them were sitting on the couch looking wide-eyed innocent of their
crime when I came around to confront them with it.

"We brought that bench out for you," Badger said.  "Your recline on that
seat and you can watch yourself doing it as well as we can see you."

This was not going right.  Who put him in charge?  "Guys," I said, "I don't
think I can do this."

"Come on, you promised." Badger insisted.

"Yeah, you can't go back on your word, welcher. You promised," Danny said.

"We waited for you a long time," Badger added.

"Oh gees."  I didn't know what to do.   I was losing here because of
feelings that made my balls crawl.

And I was standing there like a dumb-ass, rubbing my brow while they stared
at me.  "Oh gees."  I couldn't think of anything else to say.  My mouth was
going dry.  I was afraid I'd start shaking again the way my heart was
pounding.  I was thinking of tighty-whities.  I sat down where they wanted
me.

"Way to go, dude." Danny said.  "Give me five."  I leaned forward from the
weight bench, automatically giving high fives to all three of them,
wondering what I would do next.  Getting someone to start something was
always the hard part.

"If you lay back on the seat with your back propped up you can take it out
easier," Badger suggested.

Gees he was in a hurry.  It would have been easier if those guys had been
doing something with each other when I came down.  I thought that was the
way it was going to be.  Well, if I had to make the first move ... I pushed
back on the weight bench, propped up like he said.   Then I didn't know what
to do with my hands.

I had to think strategically.  I put my hands up over my head as if I were
taking a relaxing stretch so my tee would pull up nonchalantly.  Slyly, my
hands came to rest where I could pull up my tee a little more and rub my
bare belly, giving them a shot of white underpants.   I saw through narrowed
eyes that they were looking at least.

One hand on my belly, one hand slithering down over my crotch, I was feeling
hot and sexy.  Gave them a little moan and a wiggle too to get them started.

Oh yeah, they were looking.

I felt the lump in my jeans.  Mmm.  That felt good when I pressed it.
Pressing in on my nuts felt good, too.

"When are you going to do something?" Badger asked.

I pushed my tee up a little more, adding some nipple rub.   I squeezed my
crotch, my mouth reacting as I squeezed it again, harder.  My legs moved and
my crotch like pushed up to meet my hand it felt so good.  I squeezed and
squeezed on my crotch, feeling my dick getting harder, the point of it
pushing out a peak of denim, and that feeling best of all for me to squeeze
and rub -- right on the head.  Oh man. I was feeling needs to get naked.

I sat up to swipe my tee off, but Badger said,  "Don't.  You're too big.  We
don't need to see all of you.  Just take your pants down.   That's what we
want to see. "

That kid was getting to me.  Nonetheless, I reached for my belt -- this was
the sexiest part anyway.  I could hear my zipper going down.  Oh man, I was
going to show them my underwear.

It emerged -- a brilliant white vee in my carpenter jeans, lumpy where my
stuff pushed it out.  My hand went right over my lumps; I couldn't help it.
It felt good just resting my hand there, but it felt better when I moved it,
rubbing and squeezing the stuff inside.

My other hand slipped in under the waistband.  Oh man.  Skin.  Warm
... soft ...  pliable.  I could see in my pants from the top where they
couldn't from the front, my fingers pulling gently on my tube.

I could see my knuckles working under the fabric, my fingers working dick.
I played like that for a while, giving them a show.  The tip of my cock
peeped over the waistband at them.  That got them.  "Push 'em down," Danny
said.

"Boy," Badger said, "look at that hair."

"That's bigger than yours Danny," Shawn claimed.

"He's six inches hard.  He let me measure it myself," Danny said
triumphantly.

"Can I feel your hair?" Badger asked.

This was embarrassing.  I wanted to say no, but Danny said, "Yeah he'll let
you." I nodded yes and watched them.  Shawn and Badger both stood up.
Badger dove right in; Shawn was more tentative.

Badger really messed with it.  "Cool," he said.

Shawn barely patted my pubes when Badger was done.  "That's scratchy," he
said.

"Are you done growing now?"  Badger wanted to know.  "You're bigger than
Danny, and you have more hair. You gonna get any more?"

Before I could answer, Danny said, "He gets bigger.  I told you he gets six
inches"

"He can show us that next," Badger said, settling down.

I told Badger I didn't know if I would grow any taller, but not down there
for sure.  "Guys get six inches hard," I said authoritatively, wondering in
my head how we all got different sizes in the locker room.  The big guys in
Fireworks are same size as me. We're all sixteen.  We laughed when we read
stories about guys with bigger ones. "Gross me out," Wayne, he's one of us
big guys, would say.

I was kind of playing with myself as I talked to Badger, and as we got quiet
again it felt better and better down there.  I was getting back in the mood.
  I had been wishing the guys would do something themselves, but as I
settled back I realized again how sexy I felt doing it solo with them
watching.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on getting six inches up.

You would think as excited as I was sometimes this part would be easy, but
it wasn't.   I still felt a little shy about what I was doing, and it was
hard to concentrate just right on things.   It would have been easier if
they were doing something besides watching me.  I could see Danny had a bone
up in his shorts, but I wasn't sure about the other two, the way they were
sitting hunched forward.

Anyway, I got it up pretty good and was doing my thing jacking off when
Badger said, "Your dink's all red.  Does it always get red like that?"
Frankly, I tried to ignore the question.

"Can I touch it?" Badger asked.

I jerked upright,  "OK, that's it.  You guys have seen enough."

"Hey!" Danny was protesting.  "We aren't hurting anything. We wanted to see
it all.  Come on, dude."  He was holding my underpants down by the rim so I
couldn't pull them up.

This was embarrassing. "Let go Danny," I said.

"You promised." Danny wasn't going to let go.

"Yeah, well you guys are talking and I'm doing all the work and ..."  Oh man.
Danny stood up with a grin on his face and put his hand on my thing.  I
swear my eyes crossed when Danny started frigging around the head of my
dick.

"I'll help you," he said.   I didn't have much to say except moans.  The
argument was over.

I reached for the waistband of Danny's board shorts, tugging him up a little
closer along side me while he jerked my cock.  I put an arm around his waist
and made him lean against me, turning my head to do something I knew Danny
liked.  I licked one of the little brown buttons on his chest and got a gasp
out of Danny.  We had been experimenting with his nipples last couple of
times we were together and Danny really liked it.  Of course my free hand
went exploring the big protrusion sticking out on his gold-colored shorts at
the same time.

To tell you the truth, those shorts were about half off anyway because Danny
was so slim, but he also liked to show his plaid boxers big time, and that
always attracted me to him.  A couple of older guys were better, but me and
Danny and Wayne were local champs at the 14-16 year-old level on the
skate-park near the swimming pool.  Parks and Rec. ran it, so you had to
wear helmet, kneepads, and elbow protectors all the time.

Oh man, Danny stroking me off felt so good I had to let go of him and pull a
full body stretch on myself, ending with moving my legs apart a little
wider.  By that time, Shawn, who was a surprising two inches taller than
Danny, was standing in back of Danny pushing his gold shorts down in front
so Shawn could jack him off from behind. Badger linked up behind Shawn,
looking around the two of them at what Danny was doing in my lap, but I
couldn't see that Badger was doing much besides feeling Shawn's hard through
his shorts.

We were this way a while, and my dick felt really good the way Danny was
jacking it while I looked back the line, but mostly I watched Shawn wrangle
Danny's dick in front, and Shawn looked over Danny's shoulder at me getting
jacked off.   This scene was way cool.

"Are you going to squirt soon?" Danny asked me, moving his head from one
side of Shawn to the other so he could ask my head.

I didn't know, but just his question put me about two points up and pretty
soon I was saying "Oh gees, Oh gees" kind of breathlessly as I got closer
and closer to cumming.

"Your cajones just went up."  Badger commented, and right after he asked,
"Do
my brother's cajones do that?"  Who the heck thinks of a thing like that?
But I didn't care. This was going to be a big one.

I seized and my hips jumped up and down off the bench a couple of times as I
shot my load out of Danny's hand.  Holy Mackerel there was a lot of juice.
Even I was impressed when I saw how much stuff there was on me.

Of course no one had thought of getting a washcloth and towel ready to clean
me up, so we had to fuss for a couple of minutes with that, Danny running
around with his gold shorts pulled down the whole time.

Anyway, pretty soon after we had Badger and Shawn squealing like stuck pigs
on the pull-out bed while we tickled them and finally jacked them off side
by side.  Badger pointedly asked me to play with him and jack him off.  He
came dry, but he really likes it. Shawn had some hair but he wasn't much
bigger than Badger down there yet.  After they left, Danny and I had round
two by ourselves.  It wasn't as good as it was the first time, but it was
pretty good.

July 29, 2004