Date: Sat, 16 Apr 2011 11:40:16 -0700
From: Flip McHooter <1977.flip@gmail.com>
Subject: so-cal-summer-1969 chapter 2

The story below is a work of fiction, except for the location. It was
written by me and I am over 18. Any similarities to anyone living or dead
are strictly coincidental. This story contains explicit sexual situations
between high school aged boys, (and some girls). If this is illegal, or it
offends you or you are not of legal age to read this than please do not
read any further.

The author retains the copyright to this story, and any other rights, to
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I hope you enjoy it. Please email me at 1977.flip@gmail.com


Chapter 2

Later on that afternoon, after everything was unloaded from the microbus
and brought into Jake's house, my mom asked everyone to come over to our
house for some refreshments. `Refreshment' was a code word that my mom and
dad had for cocktails, and man, did they like their cocktails! Everybody
thought that was a great idea, so we all went back to my house and hung out
in the family room. My dad started mixing a blender full of margaritas for
the adults, and I got out some Coke's and some chips for Jake, Lisa, Jordan
and me. The four of us sat around the game table and watched as our folks
got more and more animated. Lulu and my mom, LuAnn, now dubbed the `Lulu's'
by Lisa, were laughing away at something silly one of them said as my dad
looked on obliviously as he scratched Sloan between the ears. Even my
usually quiet little brother was hamming it up.

Somehow Jordan and Lisa had hit it off real well and were talking nonstop
about music. He was totally into Peter, Paul and Mary, and had all of their
45's which he played tirelessly on a portable record player that he got for
his birthday last year. Lisa said she was into the Mama's and the Papa's
and she had all of their records. Yuck. But it was funny to watch them.
Jordan was standing next to Lisa sort of leaning onto her shoulder, and he
was staring down her top looking at those big boobs, pretty much oblivious
to everyone and everything else around him. Lisa apparently was used to
this and so she put her arm around his lower back and started fingering the
waistband to his shorts. The little dude was in heaven!

After a few minutes of watching this I asked Jake if he wanted to go
outside and check out my tree house.

"Great. Let's get out of here before I puke. I can't stand that crappy
music. I'll take the Stones or Jefferson Airplane or CCR any day."

I started laughing and went over and told my mom where we were headed. No
problem.

"You and Jake come back in an hour or so, honey. I think your dad is going
to fire up the grill and make some hamburgers," Mom said.

Finishing our drinks, I gave her the thumbs up sign as we turned to go. I
started showing Jake around our backyard that my dad had spent a lot of
time and effort into landscaping. He spent weekends planting bushes and
trees around the perimeter so we could have our own version of Eden. We had
one of the bigger lots in the development and it backed up to the hillside
on two sides, the street on another side and of course the south side faced
Jake's house. From the back of the lot you could see over the trees all the
way to the ocean. Well, only when it wasn't smoggy, which it generally was
most of the time. The hillside had some big old oak trees that surrounded
the back side of our house and pool. Next to the pool was a pool house that
connected to the garage. That gave the pool total privacy which was cool
because we never had to wear clothes when we went swimming. No one could
see us! My parents weren't really nudists, but they did like to skinny
dip. That's the reason they bought this house, my dad said. I loved to swim
nude because it always gave me a boner. My friends from school liked to
come over and skinny dip too. It was fun to see their dicks swing around
and sometimes get hard, but I never got to play with them. Their dicks I
mean. But now I was thinking that I might get to do it again with Jake. I
instantly got hard and had to rearrange my dick so it wouldn't break. Jeez!

Further back behind the pool house was a short path that led to my tree
house.

"My dad wouldn't let me build a tree house in view of his `precious'
backyard, but he did help me build a very cool tree house way back here.
You'll see what I mean in a minute. It's just around the corner out of
sight behind those trees. It's really pretty neat `cause my parents never
come back here."

"You're lucky you have such a great dad. My dad is a dick. Well, when he
was home. The last few years he was away on business a lot, so that made
life bearable," Jake said sadly.

I stopped walking and turned to Jake. "I'm sorry dude. But if your mom's
gonna divorce him you won't have to see him anymore, will you?"

"Nah, I don't think so. We haven't really talked about it. I don't miss
him, though. Lisa and I both hate him for what he did to our mom. We
haven't seen him for a few months. Hopefully, since we've moved, he won't
bother to look for us."

"Good. If he does show up, you can stay with me so you don't have to see
him."

"OK, that sounds cool," Jake said enthusiastically as we started walking
again.

Once we rounded the corner I heard Jake say "Holy Shit, Batman! This looks
like a miniature house!" And it was, too.

In the crotch of one of the biggest California oaks on our property, my dad
and I had built a big tree house with screened-in windows and a large
porch. It had a peaked roof so we were able to stand up inside. To get in,
you had to climb about twenty feet up from the bottom of the tree to reach
the trap door opening, and once you were inside it was like a party room. I
had my favorite black light posters up and my dad had found some blue shag
carpet remnants for the floor, so it was nice and cozy. It had windows on
all four sides so it stayed nice and cool, and screens to keep the bugs
out. Last year I rigged up a pulley and litter system that came up through
the floor of the porch. This way I could set Sloan in it and then pull her
up and into the tree house. She loved to hang out with me up here, looking
out the windows for birds and other critters. And my dad had even found an
old sink at an architectural salvage company that he mounted in the corner
and connected it to water from a long hose that he ran from the back of the
pool house. It drained out through another hose that was buried and emptied
out about fifty feet down a small canyon.

"Hey Ryan, how do you get up in there?" Jake asked worriedly. "It looks
hard."

"It's easy. Just follow me. When you climb remember to keep three of your
arms or legs secure, and reach out with your fourth," I said as I reached
out and started to climb up the side of one of the big branches.

When I got to the bottom of the tree house under the trap door, I looked
around to make sure Jake was still behind me. Despite his apprehension
about climbing up the tree, he was swinging around just like a gorilla. I
had to laugh. I pushed open the trap door, pulled myself through and then
held out a hand for Jake. Once we got inside the tree house, I slammed the
door shut and took a seat on some big pillows as Jake plopped down beside
me.

"This is really a groovy place," Jake said looking around. "Up `till now,
we have always lived in apartments and there was never anyplace that I
could hang out and be by myself. You're really lucky to have this great
hideout."

"Yeah, I know. I am really lucky. My dad is always looking out for me and
Jordan. He said he used to have a tree house when he was a kid, and wanted
me to have one too."

Changing the subject after a couple of minutes of silence, I asked Jake
shyly "Hey, do you like to get high?"

"Um, sure. I've only smoked once before, but it was fun. It made me really
horny," He said, starting to blush.

"I got a little bit of weed from a friend down the street. He and I have
been smokin' once in a while for a few months now. I like the buzz, and it
makes me horny too," I giggled. I reached over to a little shelf and pulled
out my stash box. It was an old cigar box that Mr. Bailey had given me a
few years ago. I had wrapped it up in some psychedelic paper that I got
downtown at Wiggy's Record Store.

"My friend Cooper gave me this pipe. I don't know how to roll joints very
well yet. Coop has had lots of practice, since he's seventeen. His older
brother is a hippie and Coop says he can roll a joint with one hand," I
said.

I snatched up a pinch of bud and packed it in the multicolor glass
pipe. When I had enough in the bowl, I dug out my mom's Bic lighter that I
had swiped out of her purple polyester purse and put the flame over the end
of the pipe. I inhaled the smoke and then passed the pipe to Jake. After he
took a puff, he started to cough and gag. I thought he was going to choke
to death.

"Dude, slow down. Just take a little hit at a time."

Tears were streaming down his cheeks and his face was all red. "Sorry Ryan,
I told you I had only done this once before."

"Hey, it's cool. Try again but just suck a little bit this time."

"OK," he whispered, still recovering from his coughing attack.

Jake pulled in a smaller breath this time, and fortunately for him he was
able to blow it out without coughing up a lung.

"That was better. Hey, this stuff smells pretty good. The last time that I
tried smoking pot was with this girl from my school. Her name was Rainbow.
Is that name stupid or what? Anyway, we sat in her car after class and got
high. But her pot really stunk," Jake said giggling.

"I think they call that stuff skunk weed," I said.

"Yeah!" Jake said too loudly.

"Dude, I think you're wasted."

"Maybe, but I feel really good right now. Remember when I told you that I
got really horny last time? Well, Rainbow, that girl at school wanted me to
get down with her, but I was really embarrassed and didn't want to do that
with her. Especially in the student's parking lot. I was afraid the campus
cop would catch us."

Lowering his voice, he continued shyly, "But laying here with you I'm
getting all tingly and hard. Do you want to take your clothes off?"

"Yeah," I answered hoarsely. "Getting high and getting naked are two of my
favorite things."

I sat up and pulled my red striped tee-shirt over my head. As I reached
down to untie my shoes, I looked over at Jake as he hurriedly stripped off
his shorts. He hadn't wasted any time getting naked. He looked hot! He
wasn't ripped or anything, but he had a nice flat stomach and just below
his tan line was a beautiful pearly white bubble butt. He had a small bush
of light brown hair just above his cock, and a tiny treasure trail crawling
up to his stomach. Plus, he had a good amount of hair under his pits and
big round nipples the size of half-dollars. Man, my dick was rock hard!

I finished taking off my shoes and socks and as I pulled down my shorts and
underwear my hard dick slapped straight up against my stomach. When Jake
heard this he started to giggle. Then I started giggling too. We laid there
for a minute under the hot sun streaming through the windows, giggling and
not saying anything. The cool breeze off the mountains blew through the
open windows and made my nipples get hard. I could hear the melancholy
drone of a small airplane flying lazily over us. I felt good, really good.

"You know Jake, I'm glad I'm a guy because I really love playing with my
dick," I said thinking out loud. "If I had a pussy I don't think it would
be as much fun. It doesn't look like there is much there to play with. I
bet I've been playing with myself since I was probably five-years-old."

"Me too," said Jake as he moved around next to me on the pillows to get
comfortable. A lock of his long, light-blond hair rubbed on my elbow and my
dick got even harder. "Even before I could shoot, I've played with my
cock. When I was little, I had a friend named Jorge who always wanted to
play army. He made sure I was the one who got shot in the dick so he could
pretend to be the medic and nurse me back to health. One time he said that
the only way to get the bullet out of my dick was to suck it out. Boy, that
felt great. But we only did that once because after that he had to move
away."

"Wow, that's bitchin'! Did you ever suck his dick?"

"No, but I think I might have if he asked. Have you ever sucked a cock?"
Jake asked.

"I never had anybody ask. I skinny dipped with a lot of my friends, but we
never did anything sexy. I've tried to suck my own dick but I can't seem to
get it close enough to my mouth. But sometimes I like to lie on my back
with my feet over my head and jack it off to try to shoot it onto my
tongue," I said as I slowly stroked my dick, pulling on my foreskin and
feeling kind of embarrassed.

"That sounds fun. I've never done that, but I have tasted my wad before. It
tastes kind of good." Jake looked up at me and after a long breath said,
"If you promise not to tell anybody, do you want suck on each other's
dicks?"

"Yeah," I said in a husky voice. "Who goes first?"

"Well, since I've had my cock sucked before, I'll do you. Then you can suck
on me." Jake rolled over and got up on his knees, tucking his hair behind
his ears. Then he positioned himself between my legs, bent down and took a
deep breath and started licking along my shaft.

"Oh, man. That feels awesome!"

Jake continued to lick up and down my cock for a little while, getting it
all good and wet. Then he grabbed the shaft with the palm of his hand and
pulled it out toward his mouth. Taking another deep breath, he stuck his
tongue inside the tip under my foreskin and then started to roll his tongue
around the head. Then he started to chew on my long foreskin, very
lightly. Shit! I was in heaven. My legs were starting to jerk
uncontrollably and I was breathing really hard.

After a little bit, he stopped for a minute to catch his breath and then
went back to work. This time instead of licking and chewing, he opened his
mouth wide and put the end of my dick right in his mouth. He closed his
lips around the shaft and started to suck. Slowly at first, he started to
go faster as he got used to my hard prick. Since this was only his first
time and being inexperienced, he could only take a couple of inches, but I
didn't care. It felt so good. Soon, I was ready to blow.

"Jake, I'm gonna shoot. Do you want to take it?" I whimpered.

He said something but I didn't know what it was because he had a big
mouthful of my teenage cock. So I took that as a yes. Anyway, I couldn't
stop now even if I wanted to. My toes started to curl and my arms and legs
went ridged. My butthole clamped tight and my nuts pulled up into my
body. And then I had this feeling like I have never had before in my
life. It felt like my whole body was my dick. I really can't describe it
other than to say my body felt like it was a giant a water balloon and all
of the water was escaping from the tip of my dick. I started to shake all
over and shoot like a geyser into Jake's mouth. I have to give him credit,
though. As hard as he tried to hold it all in his mouth, cum and spit still
soaked my pubes and my balls.

"Jake, stop! It's getting too sensitive."

He looked up at me with gooey grin. "Did I do it right?"

"Yeah, bud, you did it right. At least I think so. That was the most
awesome, bitchin' feeling that I've ever had in my life. Let me rest for a
second and then I'll do you."

So Jake sat back down, wiping my cum from his mouth, while I caught my
breath. After a second, I looked over at him with a big smile and told him:

"I'm glad that you moved in next door. I think we're going to have a great
summer together!"


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