Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2011 13:00:52 -0700
From: Flip McHooter <1977.flip@gmail.com>
Subject: So Cal Summer 1969-Chapter 12

The story below is a work of fiction, except the location. This story
contains explicit sexual situations between high school aged boys, (and
some girls). If this is illegal, etc., well you know the drill.

Also, because it's based in 1969, some of it may not be politically correct
as I have tried to be true to the time period.

Thanks to everybody who has emailed me. I enjoy all of your comments, both
good ...bad! 1977.flip@gmail.com


Chapter 12 -- Barbie or G.I. Joe?

The next day was Thursday and we planned to bike down to the High School
pool to meet up with Coach Brian and talk with him about our planned
training program. Neither Jake nor I had slept very well that night, and
when we woke up we were still kind of out of it. We got dressed. Splashed
some water on our faces and got down out of the tree house and looked
around for footprints or animal tracks from our late night visitor.
Surprisingly, even though the ground was still damp from yesterday's rain,
there wasn't anything to be seen. Sloan was sniffing around like crazy,
which was normal for her to do. But the only thing that I could see that
was out of the ordinary was that the gate from the back yard to the front
yard next to the garage was standing wide open. We always keep that gate
closed because my dad gets pissed if animals get into the trash cans and
make a mess, or dig up his beloved flower beds. But the trash cans were
still closed and nothing looked like it was disturbed or out of place.

We stood there looking around for a minute or two and then I looked over at
Jake and told him, "I really can't tell if it was a person or some animal
that was out here last night. I don't see any tracks at all, do you?"

"No, I don't see anything. You would think that there would be some
footprints or paw prints or something. I don't even see the snapped twigs
that we heard."

"Well, let's not freak out. I guess we'll never know what it was. But I
think I'll bring out my BB gun for me and my baseball bat for you, just to
be on the safe side. But I don't think it's anything to worry about. C'mon,
let's go get some grub."

"Roger that, Bucky."

"Huh? Who the hell is this Bucky you keep talking about?"

We wandered into the kitchen a little bit slower than usual and found only
my mom and dad sitting at the table drinking coffee. Surprisingly, my mom
was smoking one of Lulu's Newport cigarettes and my dad's face was buried
deep in the sports section of the morning paper, as usual, probably reading
about the Dodgers. My bet was that he was still pissed off that the Dodgers
paid Don Drysdale $100,000.00 for this year's season, and they still
weren't in first place.

"Hey Mom. Hey Dad. How come you're still here Dad? Where's everybody else?"

"Hi Luann. Wiley," Jake said sleepily.

Lowering his paper, he said, "I have a board meeting that's going to run
late this afternoon, so I don't have to go in to the office first thing
this morning. I've already prepared for it and my secretary can handle
things until I get there. Your brother is still sleeping and I imagine that
Lulu and Lisa are too. Why are you guys up so early? You both look pretty
ragged Are you guys all right?"

"I agree. You boys don't look so well. Is something wrong?" my mom asked
before I could answer my dad. She gave us that piercing mom-stare-down look
that only moms can do and then she walked over and put her hand on my
forehead, just like when I was a little kid.

"Yeah, we're OK. We just didn't sleep very good last night, that's all."

"Jake, you sure everything is fine, honey?" my mom asked, changing tactics
and walking over to my friend and feeling his forehead, too.

"Yeah, Luann, just sleepy I guess."

"Well, if you say so. Sit down and I'll make you boys some pancakes. Do you
want orange juice or tomato juice?"

We both said yes for the OJ and then sat down quietly, while my mom got to
work on our breakfast. But my dad kept staring at us, and then put down the
sports section and finally said, "OK boys, what gives?"

"Nothing Dad," and then after thinking it over, I said, "Well, you didn't
leave the back gate open last night by chance, did you?"

"No. You know that the gate is always kept closed. Why?"

"Last night, um, I don't know what time it was but it was pretty late, but
anyhow Jake and I were still up, um, talking and, um, stuff, and then we
heard something kinda big walking around out under the tree house making a
noise. When we peeked out of the window we couldn't really tell for sure
what it was and then Sloan went berserk and started barking and then
whatever it was took off out the gate. I think it was a big animal, but..."

"I think it was a man because it was so big. It was like a big black blob,
but he or whatever it was wobbled around. Why would somebody be out there
in the middle of the night like that?"

"I suppose it could be man, maybe a homeless person looking for someplace
safe to sleep, or a bum just looking for returnable bottles or
something. And not to scare you guys, but I was just reading in the
newspaper about a bear cub swimming around in somebody's swimming pool over
in Monrovia. That's not too far away. I guess because of the fire last year
there isn't much food for them to eat and now they're coming down here to
the foothills. Sorry Jake. I know I told you the other day that we don't
have any bears, but I guess I was wrong. I've never seen one around here in
our neighborhood before, though."

"That's what I told him, too, Dad. But I'm not sure that it was a bear. We
looked all around for footprints but we couldn't find any. If it was an
animal, wouldn't it try and get into the trash cans? All of the trash can
lids were still on."

"Hum, that does sound strange. Did you boys leave any food out under the
tree? What about..."

"No, Dad. We always make sure everything is cleaned up and put away and you
know I always put the lids on the trash cans tight. I would have heard them
banging around if someone was opening them up. And I always close the gate
because I know how you get when some animal is rooting around out in the
yard. Besides, I don't want any surprises climbing up in the tree house
with us."

"Tell you what. I'll take a look out there before I leave for work and if
anything looks fishy we'll deal with it. But for the next few nights I
don't want you sleeping out in the tree house. You can sleep over at Jakes,
or in your bedroom or in the pool house if you want as long as you close
and lock the door. OK?"

No sense in disagreeing with him since his word was almost always
ninety-nine percent final. "Sure Dad, no problem-o. Since we still want to
do our laps after dinner, we'll stay in the pool house. But I'm still going
to bring my BB gun out there with us, and maybe my baseball bat."

"That sounds fine. Just no horsing around with that gun. I mean it, Ryan;
you know that's not a toy. If you want, show Jake how to use it on that
target behind the garage if he's never shot a gun before. And Sloan stays
out there with you. She may not be much protection, but she has good
hearing and will alert you if something is amiss. And both of you promise
me that you'll tell me if you see anything else that's strange, all right?"

"Yes sir," I said.

"Yeah, we'll let you know. Thanks, Wiley."

"Are you boys going to meet your swim coach today?" Mom asked as she set a
giant plate of blueberry pancakes in front of us, dripping with butter, and
smelling yummy.

"Yeah, Mom, I think we'll head down around noon. He told us that he's going
to make a work-out routine for us so that we'll both be in real good shape
when school starts," I said, glad she had changed the subject.

"I wasn't too excited about it at first, but now I'm kinda looking forward
to it. I hope that I'll be good enough to make the team," Jake added. "I
learned how to dive pretty good, but I'm not a fast swimmer."

"Jake, don't be modest," my mom said walking over to him and putting an arm
around his shoulder. "From what I've seen, you are beginning to be a really
good swimmer. I saw you out there swimming with Ryan yesterday and I think
with a little bit more practice both of you boys will be a great asset to
this year's swim team. And don't forget that I'll be there to cheer you
boys on at your swim meets, and I'm sure your mom will be there too, when
she can. And I'm sure that Wiley will be there as long as he can get away
early from work."

"That's right. Just let me know what time the meets are going to be held
and I'll have my secretary arrange for me to be off for a couple of hours.

"By the way, you guys know that you'll have to wear those new skimpy Speedo
style swim suits that the Australian swimmers wore in the Summer Olympics
last year, don't you? Be sure to ask your coach how to get the right size
so they fit correctly. You wouldn't want to get out of the pool and have
your little jewels flopping out in front of your classmates, now would
you?" my dad said chuckling.

"Dad! C'mon."

"That happens?" Jake asked seriously.

"I'm just telling you guys that so you can make sure that you get the
correct size. I'm not trying to embarrass you. And you, know, Ryan, that
you're lucky that you've been able to swim naked your whole life and not
have to worry about covering up and stuff like that. Most parents are
uptight with nudity and talking about your body and its functions. I know
when I was young I could never talk to Grandpa about stuff like that. I
don't think I ever saw him naked, now that I think about it. When your mom
and I married and started talking about having children we decided to be
completely open and honest with you guys so you wouldn't get any hang
ups. I think it's healthy to be able to talk about these things so you'll
know the truth. Sometimes it can feel embarrassing, but honestly, guys have
guy parts and girls have girl parts and that's just the way it is. It's not
really a big deal. That's just how we're made. In the Navajo world
everything is either male or female. And to them sex is not a big deal. It
is what it is."

"Well, OK. But `my jewels' are not little anymore, Dad. I'm fifteen
and-a-half already."

"OK, you're right. Point taken, son."

"Geez, you boys. It's always about who's got the bigger one," my mom said
turning around and waving her spatula at us and making us all crack up as
Jake and I turned bright red. Jake choked on his orange juice and almost
spit it out, and she had my dad laughing out loud so hard that he almost
spilled his coffee on his lap. "It's like a contest to see who has the
biggest thingy."

We all looked at her like she was nuts.

"Thingy?" My dad asked.

"Well, it's true. Don't forget that I grew up with four older brothers and
I've seen and heard everything about all of those boy parts. Those boys
used to measure and compare their penises to see how much they had grown,
who had the longest one, who had the fattest one, and they weren't shy
about it, either. It didn't help that grandpa egged them on. They kept a
chart on the wall for heaven's sake! Who cares? They all function the same
way and do the same thing! And don't smirk at me, Wiley. I know how
important your penis is. Thank goodness that we didn't have any girls, or
this conversation would really be interesting and completely different."

"What are you guys fighting about," a sleepy Jordan asked as he walked in
wearing his flannel jammies and plopped down on a seat at the kitchen
table, rubbing his eyes.

"We're not fighting honey; we're just having a discussion. How'd you sleep?
Want some pancakes?"

"Yeah, please. Can I have ketchup on mine? And can I have some Funny Face
Chinese Cherry to drink?"

"Ketchup! Oh, you boys are going to be the death of me yet. Oh my goodness,
maybe we should have had girls! Wiley, let's adopt a daughter."

"What?"

"I'm just kidding. Girls are really more difficult than boys. It's just
that sometimes I feel outnumbered. I think I've been around too much
testosterone."

"Honey, we're good with the kids we have now. If you want to talk about a
girl we can talk about it later, OK?"

"Of course. I'm not serious. It's just that sometimes all of this manliness
around here can be overwhelming to me. Thank goodness Lulu and Lisa are
around her so I have some backup now. And yes, Jordy, you can have whatever
you want on your pancakes, as long as you eat everything on your plate."

"What's Chinese Cherry?" Jake asked me.

"It's like Kool-Aid but a lot sweeter. They have some other weird flavors,
too, and the packages are funny."

"Oh. Never heard of it."

"Dad, do you think we can set up your old weight set and bench out in the
garage? I think Coach is going to want us to start working on our upper
body strength. We could push your old Austin-Healey out on the driveway and
make that side of the garage a little gym. Besides, you haven't driven it
for a couple of years now."

"I'll have to think about that, Jake. I don't want anything to happen to
that car, whether it runs or not. Maybe we could move the trash cans around
and roll the Austin along the side behind the gate. It's small enough that
we should be able to fit it through the gate. And don't look at me like
that, Luann! But yeah, that sounds like a great idea to make a gym out
there. I've been wanting to get back into shape, too. How about when I come
home we'll take a look around and see if it's feasible? Maybe we can even
make a special chart!" saying this last part loudly.

"Wiley!"

"A chart to record the boy's progress, honey."

"That sounds great, Wiley. My dad would never have the time to help me with
anything like that. Thanks for helping us out. I really appreciate it."

"No problem, Jake. Now, I've got to get going boys," he said, reaching into
his pocket for his wallet. "Here is some money for both of your swim
trunks. I trust you can get the correct ones? You boys have a good day and
I'll see you when I get home. Bye sweetie. Love you," my dad said giving my
mom a peck on the cheek.

"Love you too, honey. Have a good day."

"Your dad has an Austin-Healey?"

"Yeah, it's metallic blue with cool wire rims. But the tires are flat and I
don't think it starts up anymore. I'll show it to you later."

"Hey, can I work out with you guys? I want to be big and tough like
G.I. Joe is," Jordy asked us.

"I don't know, little man. Do you want to be G.I. Joe the Navy Frogman or
G.I. Joe the Camouflage Marine?" I asked.

"I want to be the Frogman so I can swim around and go undetected by the
enemy. That way I can set up bombs to go off remotely."

"OK, we'll see."

"You know, if your G.I. Joe would wear some of Barbie's clothes he would be
totally undetected by those Russian Commie Pigs," Jake said, cracking me
up.

"G.I. Joe doesn't wear Barbie's clothes, you wiener! He doesn't even like
her! All she does is go shopping and spend money and talks on the phone all
day while G.I. Joe goes out to protect and save the world"

"Jordan. Watch your mouth," Mom said as she plopped his gross looking
ketchup pancakes in front of him. "But you do have a point, though. What
does Barbie do all day long and where does she get her money from? A trust
fund?"

"Sorry, Mom. But he made me mad."

"Sorry, little man. I was just trying to be funny. I'm really sorry that I
said that," Jake said. "And if you want to work out with us its fine with
me, too. We'll help you out."

"How do you know about Barbie's clothes, anyway?" Jordan shot back,
catching Jake off-guard.

Fumbling for a second, Jake finally said, "Lisa would make me play with
them when I was little, `cause there weren't many kids in our neighborhood
that were our age to play with. She would get mad at me `cause I would
always make Barbie do dumb stuff, like taping my Matchbox cars to her feet
and then rolling her down the stairs, or running her over with my Tonka
dump truck. Or tying her to the stake when I was playing Cowboys and
Indians. Finally, she just stopped asking me to play with her."

"But that's not all that little dope did," Lisa said, walking into the
kitchen, with Lulu close behind her. "One time he glued Barbie's hair so it
would stick straight out and then when it dried he got a black marker and
colored her hair so she looked like the Bride of Frankenstein. Then one
night when I was sleeping he put her right on top of my face so when I woke
up she was staring right at me!"

Everybody starting laughing, even Lisa.

"Good morning, ladies, are you two hungry?" my mom asked, still giggling.

"I'd love some of those pancakes, but not all bloody like Jordy's," Lisa
said. "What is that stuff?"

"It's not blood, its ketchup," Jordy replied smacking his lips.

"What about you, Lulu? Want a cup of coffee?"

"That sounds delightful. What does everybody have planned for today?" Lulu
said pulling out a chair and sitting down.

"Ryan and Jake are going to the High School pool for some training or
something. I have a dentist appointment at noon and I was hoping Lisa could
stay with Jordan while I'm gone. Would that be OK honey?"

"Sure, Luann. I don't mind. He's more fun than Jake is anyway," Lisa said
winking at Jordy, who in turn stuck his tongue out at Jake.

"I have guitar lessons from eleven to four o'clock and then a Sitar lesson
at five down at the music academy. I can help you make dinner when I get
home, if that's OK. Did you ask Wiley about driving up to Marin to see my
brother for his birthday next weekend?"

"Yes, we talked about it and we're both excited to go. We just have to talk
with the kids and make sure that they don't burn down the house while we're
away, and Wiley has to re-arrange his work schedule so he can take a few
extra days off."

"We won't burn down the house. We've never done that before. How long are
you guys going to be gone?" I asked.

"I know you won't burn down the house on purpose, but it's the Fourth of
July weekend and you know how paranoid I get with all of those fireworks
and bottle rockets going off. Maybe the four of you can go to the big
fireworks show at the Rose Bowl. Anyway, we're thinking of driving up next
Thursday and then coming home late on Monday. That way we have three full
days up on the farm."

"Can I go?" Jordan asked.

"No, honey not this time. My brother is having a big fortieth birthday
party and it's going to be an adult's only trip. You kids can go next
time. Besides, Lisa needs you to stay here and keep her company. Isn't that
right, sweetie?" Lulu said to her daughter.

"I guess. I'll need the microbus in case we need to go to the market or
something, or if we decide to go to the Rose Bowl."

"That's fine. I'll make sure it has a full tank of gas. We're driving up in
Luann and Wiley's station wagon and I get the backseat all to myself. And
it has air conditioning!"

"That sounds like fun for you guys. Be sure you leave us enough money so we
can order pizza and Coke's for dinner every night, OK Mom?" I said getting
up and putting my empty plate in the sink. "Do you need any help with the
dishes?" I asked.

"No thanks honey, I've got it. You know, you and Jake are going to have to
start eating better if you're going to be working out for the swim
team. And, I really hate to say this, but you're also going to have to give
up your soda habit and start drinking more water. All that sugar and
caffeine isn't good for you."

"C'mon, mom. That's not fair."

"Ask your coach, then, and see what he says."

"I will. C'mon Jake, let's go get cleaned up and head downtown."

"That sounds barmy mate!"

"Right-o old bean."

"Mommy, why are they so weird?" Jordan asked as we were heading out the
door towards the pool house.

"I don't know, honey, I really don't know."

We trudged up the slope to the pool house and after looking around for
creepy intruders we locked the sliding glass doors behind us. I asked Jake
if he wanted me to turn on the radio so we could listen to our favorite
tunes on KRLA. I really was hoping that they would play Crimson and Clover,
my favorite song that week.

"Yeah man, that sounds cool," He said, and then started wailing into some
screeching noise along with CCR. "And I can still hear my old hound dog
barkin', chasin' down a hoodoo there."

"Hey, maybe that was a `hoodoo' that we saw last night." I said.

"I dunno. What the heck is a hoodoo?"

"You should know, you were just singing about it, if that was what you call
singing! Anyway, I think it's like a ghost or something foggy that floats
around at night doing magic or making evil curses or something. Go look
that up in your Funk and Wagnall's! C'mon, let's get naked. We have some
time before we have to go downtown. We need to make sure that little Jakey
is all nice and clean!"

"He's not little, and just so you know I call him Mr. Winky, because my
pee-slit winks at me when he's happy," he said stripping off his clothes
and standing there with Mr. Winky at attention. "I'm going to ask my mom
for some money so I can get some bigger clothes. These hardly fit any
more. That was really cool of your dad to pay for our new swim
suits. You're lucky; he's such a groovy guy."

"Yeah he is," I said doing a slow striptease for Jake, and grinding my ass
out to the beat of Everyday People that was drifting out of the speakers
now. "Let's get in the shower before it gets any later. I want to try some
scooby-dooby-doo-bee on you."

"If I remember correctly, it's your turn to lick my asshole, scooby-dooby!"

"As you say, Roger that. Let's take a quick shower and then let's
sixty-nine. If you get on top then I can lick your butthole while you suck
on me."

"Oh man, that sounds sexy-good!"

We both jumped into the shower, Jake getting in first and then I settled in
behind him closing the frosted glass door. His muscular butt was starting
to get a tan to match the rest of his body and I wondered if anybody at the
pool would wonder why we didn't have any tan lines. Oh, well, I'm not going
to worry about it. Like my friend Cooper says "Fuck `em if they can't take
a joke." I scooted up and wrapped my arms around his waist and I felt him
melt into me.

"You know, I feel so good when we're standing here naked with you behind me
like this and your arms are wrapped tight around me. I feel so warm and
comfortable, and I guess I feel safe, too."

"Me too," I told Jake as I pulled him in tighter. Breathing in his scent
and biting his ear lobe.

I grabbed the strawberry scented shampoo and started to lather up Jake's
wavy brown hair, and I told him, "Your hair is starting to get lighter from
all of the swimming and the sunshine. It's the opposite of your ass which
is starting to get tan."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Oh, yeah, you be a sexy boy, my man!"

I finished shampooing his hair, having given him a nice long massage with
the tips of my fingers, deep into his scalp, and then soaped him all up all
over, paying special attention to his butt hole. As he just stood there
like a wet noodle. I probably could have done anything I wanted to him, he
was so relaxed. When I was done soaping him up we switched places and he
did the same routine to me. Only with me it takes a little longer to pull
back my foreskin and wash my dick, which is tough to do when my dick is so
rock-hard!

"C'mon, we're clean enough now. Let's go get messy now!" I said turning
around and gave Jake a big bear hug, and then gave him a big, wet sloppy
kiss, which he returned by sticking his tongue deep into my mouth.

"I like doing that," He said shyly.

"Me too, and Roger that!"

Letting go of him I jumped out and flopped down on the shaggy bath rug and
then told Jake to come around and get down on his knees with my head
between them. Once he did that he positioned himself over me so his arms
were on both sides of my hips. Slowly he lowered his mouth down on my hard
dick just as his droopy balls flopped onto my face. I took advantage of
those swinging balls by sucking first one and then the other one into my
mouth, rolling them around on my tongue. They were too big for me to get
both of them into my mouth at the same time, unfortunately. Then, letting
go of his balls, I grabbed his hot, long cock and pulled it down into my
waiting mouth, getting it all good and slobbery, slippery and slimy. It was
weird sucking on his dick while looking up at his big swinging
lightly-haired balls hanging directly over my nose!

It was getting really hot and humid down here on the floor next to the
shower, and our wet slippery skin felt incredibly good as we ground our
bodies against each other, stomach to stomach. The sound of our arms and
legs slapping around and against each other was a totally new experience
for me, totally sexy and one that I would not soon forget. Jake was really
going to town on my rock-hard leaking dick now, bobbing up and down and
sucking up my foreskin with each upwards pull, and a pool of his spit and
my dick juice was starting to soak down on to my curly blond dick hairs. I
guess practice makes perfect, because it seemed that he was able to get
more and more of my fatter cock shaft deeper into his mouth. I hoped that
one day soon he'd be able to swallow the whole thing, and I'd be able to
shoot my load straight down his throat. That would feel so fucking far-out!

I let loose of his plump cock and it flipped up and slapped hard against
his stomach, dropping a splat of pre-cum onto my stomach. I maneuvered back
a little bit and was able to start taking long, slow slurps with my tongue
up the backside of his ball sack and then continuing along up his perineum,
stopping teasingly short of my intended target. Still licking, I moved my
hand around his leg and slowly I started to stroke his sloppy hard teen
cock, easily since it was coated with my mouth slobber.

"Scoot your knees up further so you can lower your butt down onto my face,"
I said and instantly felt Jakes dick throb in my hand. He inched his knees
way up and wiggling his happy little buns in my face but never let go of my
dick that was planted firmly in his throat. Finally, he was in the correct
position and he slowly settled his butthole down onto my lips. I stuck my
tongue out right away and started to lick and slurp and tickle him all
around his boy hole, every once in a while teasing him by running directly
across the bulls eye, making it nice and slippery. For the most part he was
hairless down there, but a few stray brown hairs popped out around his pink
hole.

I remembered what Jake had done to me that made me feel so good, so after a
bit I stuck my tongue all the way out of my mouth and then pushed it deep
into his pink hole, wiggling it around and pushing it along the sides of
his boy poop-chute. Man, it was warm in there and velvety smooth and the
only thing I tasted was the slight flavor of soap. After a little bit of
this tongue thrusting, I could tell Jake was getting close because his
butthole was starting to clamp down tight on my tongue and his dick was
getting harder and harder and starting to really throb now in my hand. I
was really getting turned on too, at this point, and started lifting my
hips up off the floor so that my dick would meet his mouth and go in deeper
and deeper with each thrust, in some kind of rhythm.  Even though my dick
was shorter than his, it was fatter and he really had to open up his mouth
up wide to take it all in. All the while, down at the other end I was
really plowing his butt hole with subterranean thrusts of my tongue. We
both were really diggin' this outrageous scene!

Finally, Jake couldn't take it anymore, and I felt his ass ring squeeze
real tight around my tongue and then his cock shot out blast after blast of
white-hot boy juice all over me. It felt crazy-good to feel his ass clamp
down around my tongue each time he would shoot out a stream of his silky
semen. That sent me over the top and I raised my hips off the floor and
pushed my dick deep into his mouth, deeper than it had ever gone been
before, and I filled his mouth with shot after shot of my boy love juice.

He really had a treat for me this time, because he didn't swallow my load
of cum in his mouth, he just held it in his mouth for a second mixing it up
with his saliva. Then he started to back up over me and when he got to my
head he pressed his lips to mine, pried my mouth open with his tongue, and
swirled my gooey mixture all around the inside of our mouths. It tasted
really yummy!

Then, after we caught our breath, I rolled him over next to me and said, "I
know we said that the last time was the best, but I think that this one was
truly the best one yet!"

"Roger that, Bucky!"

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