Date: Wed, 11 Jan 2012 00:29:05 -0800 (PST)
From: David Copperfield <cinepro2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fourth Grade Fun in Bed

Davey and I had gone through our usual routine that evening.  He watched
the cartoon channel till bathtime, then dragged me into the bathroom to
keep him company.  He was old enough at nine to bathe alone but he liked to
have me there to talk to while he played in the tub.  Afterward I tucked
him in bed, read him a story and joined him in our bedtime song.  Then I
kissed him goodnight and went downstairs to work at my computer for a
while.

Almost an hour later I reached for my cell phone to make a call.  It wasn't
in its usual place on the computer desk and I realized I had left it on
Davey's bedside table.  I thought he must be asleep by now so I opened his
door without knocking and met an unexpected sight.  His covers were thrown
back and he was lying naked on his pillow pumping furiously.  His head was
raised, his eyes closed, his expression intense. Suddenly he opened his
eyes and they widened with shock.  He stopped pumping and looked at me in
horror.

"Don't stop now," I said with a smile.  "You're just getting to the good
part."

He looked at me with astonishment.  Then he lay down, gripped the pillow
with a lover's grasp and started to pump again but slowly, as if expecting
to be told to stop.  I just continued smiling and said nothing.  He sped up
a bit and then raised himself to the position he had been in before:
holding himself up with his arms on the mattress so that only his lower
body made contact with the pillow.  Each upward stroke brought his tiny
penis into view, each downward stroke buried it in the softness of the
pillow.  He stared at me with a fixed grin as he pumped harder.

"I'm almost at the good part, Daddy!"  Three more hard thrusts and he was
there.  On each stroke he lifted up to reveal the whole of his stiff little
organ.  He wanted me to see!  Then he lay down flat on the pillow and
panted.

"It was way more fun with you watching, Daddy," he grinned.

"You know you mustn't tell anyone I watched you, right?"  Davey's grin
turned into a naughty one.

"If you promise to watch me every night."

I pondered for a moment as if weighing his request. "You really want me
to?"  He nodded vigorously.  Then his grin returned.

"Will you watch me again now?"

"Can you do it again already?"

He wiggled around on his pillow for a few seconds, then lifted up and
looked at himself.

"Yeah.  It's stiff again, see?"  He lifted up enough to show me.

"OK, if you want to, go ahead.  But don't rub too hard.  You don't want to
make it sore."

"I know."  As he slid gently up and down on the pillow I saw his tongue
slip out between his lips.  He looked like a craftsman concentrating on an
intricate project.

"This is so cool, Daddy.  I love you!"

Now he was experimenting with different styles. Flat on the pillow with his
whole body moving.  Then lifted a bit, his upper body still, only his
buttocks pumping. He held that position for several minutes, gradually
increasing his pace till he got to the 'good part' and collapsed with a
sigh on the pillow.

"That's all for me tonight," he said with a sleepy smile.  "Can I just
sleep naked?"

"Sure."

"Can I sleep naked every night?"

"I guess so."  He was still hugging his pillow as I draped the covers over
him and gave him another goodnight kiss, this time on his tousled hair.
Then I went to my own room and replayed the scene in my head as I stroked
myself to the most massive orgasm I had experienced since Davey's mother
had left us a year earlier.  No, I thought, let me be honest, at least with
myself: this was a better bang than I had ever got from her.  But at least
she left me a wonderful child. Sweet and loving and sexy as hell.  I must
be careful not to let him see just how much I enjoyed watching him.  If I
let down my guard things might go badly awry.

The next morning was completely ordinary.  I woke him with an ordinary
good-morning kiss on the cheek, then went downstairs to make breakfast
while he dressed himself.  He bounded down the stairs to the table and
inhaled his meal in the time it took to make myself a cup of coffee.  I
took him to the corner to wait for the school bus.  As he boarded it he
turned and blew me a kiss.  Then he was gone and I returned home with a lot
to think about.  I hadn't made a big enough point of keeping the secret, I
thought.  I had better emphasize that point so we both stay safe.  I picked
him up after school to take him to soccer practice and spent two hours on
the bleachers watching him run and play with a dozen other kids his age.
It was my turn to carpool so I drove three of the other players to their
homes before heading for ours.  Two of them were more or less strangers but
the third was Davey's classmate and best friend Freddie.  After we dropped
him off Davey asked me a question.

"Can Freddie sleep over on Friday?"

"Hmm... I don't know.  Does he want to?"  Davey nodded.

"Well, we'd have to ask his mom first."

"I know.  He's asking her now."  I chuckled.

"So you guys have this all planned out, eh?"  Davey looked embarrassed.

"Well, sorta.  I mean, we talked it over and all.  It'll be fun!  We can
play video games all night!  Till we fall asleep, anyway."  I gave him a
serious glance.

"You know you can't play your pillow game while he's here, right?"  Davey
blushed.

"Yeah, I know, that's private, right?"

"Right."

"OK then.  I'll give the pillow a rest for tonight."  He grinned wickedly.
"I can make up for it tomorrow!"

Freddie's mom agreed at once.  I got the impression that she would be happy
to have a Friday night to herself.  She suggested that Freddie come over
straight after soccer practice so I needn't make a special trip.  Both boys
were excited; this was the first sleepover either of them had ever had.


The evening went just as Davey had said.  The two sat engrossed at Davey's
Playstation for almost four hours.  I only pulled them away when I saw
Freddy starting to doze at his controller.  Neither objected when I called
"Bedtime!"  I helped them both into their pajamas.  I tucked Davey into his
bed and Freddy into the cot I had brought down from the attic for the
sleepover.  They closed their eyes and seemed asleep before I left the
room.

Next morning they bounced out of bed and headed at once for the
Playstation. I steered them to the breakfast table instead.

"You guys don't want to spend the whole day playing video games.  Let's all
go out to the park and kick a ball around, ok?"

They agreed amiably but without great enthusiasm.  They perked up when we
got to the park and they spotted a few friends running randomly around
together with a dozen strangers.  I brought out the soccer ball and within
minutes had organized a respectable game.  They insisted I act as referee
and I readily agreed.  I was treated to the spectacle of a dozen nine and-
ten-year-olds in shorts and tee-shirts running madly about for more than an
hour.  As the day grew warmer a few doffed their shirts.  They were orderly
and played the game within the rules but sometimes a pair would 'tackle'
each other in pure exuberance and fall laughing together to the ground.
They enjoyed themselves and so did I.  Our team (Davey's and Freddie's,
that is) eked out a hard-won victory, 3-2.

Both boys were sweating profusely when they got into the car so I took them
back to the house and suggested they shower before I drove Freddy home.  I
heard a lot of giggling and splashing but I only knocked on the door and
warned them not to splash on the floor.  They emerged from the bathroom
whooping, with a new-car sparkle and a new-boy smell.  I put them both in
the car and drove to Freddie's house.  As he left he turned to me with a
big smile.

"Thanks a lot, Mr. Carson.  That was a great sleepover!"

"Tell your mother you were a good guest and you're welcome any time."  He
waved goodbye and darted into his house.

On the way home Davey was squirming in his seat and grinning mischievously.
I glanced at him with curiosity.  His mouth was working as though he wanted
to say something but he wasn't sure he should.  As I watched I saw 'want
to' overcome 'shouldn't':

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"You know you can."  His expression turned solemn.

"Freddie played the pillow game in bed last night."  I frowned.

"Did he show you?"  Davey shook his head.

"No but I saw him do it under the covers.  He was going up and down
like...you know."  His grin became more mischievous.

"Did he catch you watching?"

"I don't think so.  He was looking the other way."

"And what did you do?  Did you start doing it too?"  Davey looked abashed.

"I...um....I knew I wasn't supposed to but...."

"Did he see you doing it?"

"I tried to keep quiet when I put the pillow under me and took off my pants
and then I rubbed really really slow.  At least almost to, y'know, the
finish.  But, well, he was finishing right then too so I don't think he
noticed me."

"He didn't say anything this morning?"

"Nope."

"Didn't look at you funny or maybe give you a special smile?"

"Nope.  We just brushed our teeth together and got dressed."

"OK then, you just saw him doing what boys do.  Was he on his pillow?"

"I don't think so.  He still had his pillow under his head.  I think he was
just rubbing on the mattress."

"OK, then.  Just don't say anything to him.  He may be hoping you didn't
see."

"All right, Daddy.  But I want _you_ to see me tonight.  I'm really
excited!"

"You were going to skip it last night and make up for it tonight,
remember?"

"I can make up for it anyway, Dad.  I know I can!"  He laughed with
innocent lust.  I joined in the laughter but restrained any twinge of lust.
This was my nine-year-old son, after all.  I could give him my approval for
his nightly fun but would have to leave it at that.


That night we went through our usual routine except that Davey didn't put
his pajamas on.  He sat in bed idly fingering himself while we sang our
song.  Then he pulled his pillow down, mounted it and proceeded to enjoy
himself.  Twice.  The first time fast and hard and raised off the pillow,
the second lying flat and pumping with miniscule strokes for ten full
minutes before his approaching orgasm impelled him to more urgent action.
At the end he turned over with a beatific smile.

"Would it be really bad if Freddie caught me?"

"Why?  Do you want him to?"  He thought for a moment.

"Well, it would be fair.  I mean, I caught him."

"But he doesn't know that.  Maybe he thinks he's the only one that does
it."  Davey laughed.

"That's what I thought too, until you caught me.  Now I know it's OK!  I'm
_glad_ you caught me!"

"Whatever you do, don't tell Freddie I watch you and don't tell him you
told me about him either."

"OK daddy.  I'll keep the secret.  I mean, I won't tell Freddie about you.
But can I tell you about Freddie?"

"I guess that will be all right."

"Maybe I can show him about the pillow and about getting naked.  I'll bet
he'll have more fun that way."

"Don't tell him any more than he wants to know.  You don't know how he will
react.  He might be so embarrassed he will want to go home."

"That's crazy.  Why would he want to go home?"

"All I mean is, we don't know how he feels about it."

"I bet he feels like I do when I do it: great!"

"I didn't mean that.  I mean some kids feel really ashamed or guilty or
something.  You could really freak him out if he knew you saw him."

"OK, dad.  I promise not to freak him out.  OK?"  I nodded.

"Time for a nightcap then!"  He mounted his pillow once more.

"What, again?  You already got to the good place twice.  And you don't even
have anything to make up for."  He was already thrusting and spoke through
a smileful of gritted teeth.

"I'm making up for not having anything to make up for!"  He finished his
makeup work in five minutes and sat up for his goodnight kiss.  His eyes
were shut before I closed the door.

The following Wednesday Freddie's mom called me.  "Can Freddie sleep over
with Davey again this Friday?"

"Of course, if you want him to."

"He's very eager.  He's pulling on my dress to make me agree," she told me
with a chuckle.

"I already told him he's welcome any time but tell him not to mess up your
dress."  I could hear Freddie laughing in the background.  He shouted into
the phone.

"Pick us up like last time, OK Mr. Carson?"

"Sure, Freddie.  I'll be there."  I gave the phone to Davey who was
standing beside me, hopping up and down in eagerness.  The two boys chatted
for several minutes before Freddie's mom called him away.  Davey turned to
me beaming.

"Thanks, Daddy.  You're great!"  He was jumping up and down in delight.

"What do you guys want to do this time?"  I asked.  Davey cocked his head,
grinned and gave me a sidelong glance.  I responded with mock disapproval.

"During the day, I mean."

"Oh, like last time.  Play in the park and play the Playstation.  Can we
eat at McDonald's?"

"Is that a comment on my cooking?"

"No, Daddy.  You cook TV dinners just fine.  But you don't have a playplace
to crawl through or a ball cage to bounce in."  I had no answer to that.

"All right, park and Playstation and McDonald's.  Anything else?"

Davey gave me a serious look.  "Not right now.  We'll think of more later."

Friday came by as Fridays do and the boys tumbled out of my car, into the
house and upstairs.  Zaps from rayguns and booms from interplanetary
artillery resonated through the house for two hours as the intrepid
warriors battled their way through several levels of increasingly gruesome
alien foes.  I finished my project on my computer and noticed the time.  It
was six o'clock.  I called upstairs.

"You guys ready for McD's?"  The sounds of battle ceased, to be replaced by
the thunder of feet on the staircase.  The boys ran past me and straight
into the car.  When we reached our destination they ran in at the same
pace, consumed junk food at the same pace and explored the play structures
so soon and so fast I feared they might throw up.  But their digestive
apparatus was functioning in high gear and they reached the car dizzy but
untroubled.  Back at the house they were about to resume their Playstation
but I suggested watching a movie instead.  They opted for 'How to Train
Your Dragon', a favorite of mine so I was happy to watch it with them.
Then they asked for 'Astro Boy' but less than halfway through it I noticed
that Freddie was dozing off.  I nudged Davey and pointed.

"I think it's past Freddie's bedtime.  OK?"  Davey nodded and I picked up
his sleepy friend and carried him into the bedroom.  I helped him out of
his clothes and into the pajamas he had brought with him.  Davey put on his
own pajamas since I didn't want Freddie to know that he usually slept
naked.  I tucked them both in and went downstairs.  I didn't see them again
till morning.  It wasn't till after Freddie went home the next afternoon
that Davey filled me in on the events that took place after I left them
alone.


Davey lay quiet for a while waiting to see whether Freddie was awake or
asleep.  He seemed to be asleep so Davey got up to pee.  While he was in
the bathroom he took his pants off and kept them in his hand as he returned
to his bed.  He wanted to avoid taking them off in the bedroom and he
thought it was dark enough that even if Freddie woke up he wouldn't see
that his host was naked below the waist.  When he reached his bed he hugged
his pillow and stayed still, just enjoying its smooth softness.  He was
just about to start a small wriggle when Freddie spoke.

"You're not wearing any pants."

"Uh, no.  I mostly sleep naked.  I only put on PJs because you were here."

"You don't have to wear PJs just cuzza me.  You c'n get naked if you want."
Davey thought he detected eagerness in his friend's voice.  On a sudden
impulse he pulled off his covers and then his shirt.  Now he lay fully
naked beside his pillow.

"What's the pillow for?  Is it like a fuzzy bear to sleep with you?"  He
was peering through the darkness to get a better view.  Davey was thinking
how to answer him.

"It's to lie on and rub on like you were doing on your bed last time."  His
announcement was met with shocked silence.

"You...uh...but it was dark and I was under the covers."

Davey chuckled. "Yeah, but there's just enough light I could see the covers
going up and down."  He giggled.  After a moment Freddie giggled too.

"Do you do it too?"

"Sure. How do you think I knew you were?"

"My turn to watch you now.  That's only fair."  Freddie giggled again.

"You wanna learn how to do it my way?"

"Is it more fun on the pillow?"

"Yup.  And it's more fun naked.  Try it."

Freddie started to pump himself into his pillow.  As soon as he did so his
cot began to emit squeaking sounds.  He stopped.

"Your dad is going to hear me!"

"The springs on that cot are too loud.  Bring your pillow over here and
I'll show you how, ok?"

Freddie grabbed his pillow and walked over to Davey's bed.  He was about to
get in but Davey stopped him.

"Get naked first."  Freddie stripped in two quick motions, dropping shirt
and pants to the floor.  Davey moved over on his bed to make room for his
friend.  Freddie laid his pillow beside Davey's and lay on it.  For a
minute neither boy moved.  They just looked at each other.  Davey raised up
and turned toward Freddie to show his stiff penis.  Freddie turned to him
and showed his own slightly larger one.  It was smooth like Davey's but
seemed to curve upward.  Davey wondered whether the different shape made
for a different feeling when he rubbed it but he couldn't ask because how
could Freddie know what feeling Davey got from his exercise?

Davey slid up onto his pillow and Freddie did the same.  Both started to
rub themselves slowly on their respective pillows.  After a few minutes
Freddie stopped.

"It's smooth but it's too soft.  I don't get enough feeling on my peepee."

Davey reached over and put his hand on Freddie's buttocks.

"Ooh... you're touching my butt!"

"Just showing you how."  Davey pushed gently.  Freddie took the cue and
started to pump.  Davey increased the pressure, pushing Freddie deeper into
the groove his little penis had made in his pillow.  Freddie caught on and
started pumping harder.

"That feels good!"  Davey moved his hand in circles on Freddy's butt,
pushing rhythmically.  Freddie reciprocated.  They pumped in unison for
several minutes.  Davey thought suddenly of an exhibition of synchronised
swimming he had seen on TV: all the girls making all the same movements at
the same time.  Davey thought synchronised peepee pumping was much more
interesting.  Then Davey took his hand away and used both arms to prop
himself up, leaving only his lower body in contact with the pillow.

"Why did you stop?  Why are you doing that?"  Freddie asked with a mixture
of disappointment and curiosity.  Davey panted out his answer.

"I (uh!) can ... pump my peepee ...(uh!) harder...this...way...(UH!)"  He
shuddered, pumped once more and collapsed on the pillow.  Freddy was still
lying flat and rubbing himself.

"Did you get the feeling?"  Freddie asked.  Davey grinned.

"Yeah!  Now it's your turn!"  He reached over and grabbed Freddie's butt
with both hands, halfway lying on his back as he pushed.  In less than a
minute he felt his friend's buttocks tighten and his thrusts speed up.
Davey felt him reach his orgasm with a sense of pride: I helped him do it!

"I got the feeling too," Freddie said unnecessarily.

"I know.  I could feel you get it!"  Both boys giggled, embarrassed but
delighted.  Freddie rolled toward Davey and hugged him.  Davey rolled over
to face him.  Their bodies met and they held the hug till Freddie rolled on
top.  His penis stiffened and he started to rub gently on Davey's belly.

"Let's do it together!"  Freddie said.  "We can be each other's pillows!"
Davey was stiff too so he started to rub but stopped after a minute.

"It doesn't feel so good this way.  We aren't as smooth as the pillows."
Freddie looked thoughtful.  Then he put his forefinger in his mouth, got a
glob of spit and applied it to Davey's penis.  Davey started at the touch.
Then he put his own finger into his mouth and moistened Freddie's small
erection.  It throbbed slightly as he did so.  Davey thought that was
interesting.

Freddie lay on him again and started to pump.  They found the lubrication
helped them slide on each other's bellies.  Then Freddie slipped one finger
under Davey's sliding penis and Davey at once reciprocated.  Their left
hands wrapped around each other's bodies, their right forefingers tickled
each other's thrusting spikes, their bodies pumped faster and faster on
each other until first Freddie, then Davey reached what was for each of
them the greatest climax of their lives.  When it was over they remained in
position for a minute till Freddie finally rolled off.

"That was awesome!"

"Yeah.  You ever do that with anyone before?"  Davey asked.

Freddie shook his head. "I didn't know you could.  I didn't know anyone
else did that at all."

"Didn't your mother ever catch you doing it on the bed?"

"Nope.  Whenever I heard her at the door I would just stop and pretend to
be asleep.  Did your dad ever catch you?"

Davey hesitated.  He didn't want to lie but he didn't want to tell that his
daddy regularly watched him.  That was their secret.

"He caught me once but he told me it was ok to do it alone but not in front
of other people."

"Am I other people?" Freddy inquired reasonably.

"Uh...yeah, I think so."  He regarded his friend's face with care.  "Yup,
you're other, all right.  Your peepee even looks different.  It curves up.
Mine is straight."

"Heck, I've seen way different peepees.  There's a fifth-grader whose
peepee is all covered up.  You can't hardly see the top at all."

"How do you know that?  Did he show you?"

"Not on purpose.  We were peeing beside each other and I looked.  He got
mad and zipped up right away."

"That's weird.  I wonder if he can do what we were doing," Davey mused.

Freddie chuckled. "I dunno.  Think I ought to ask him next time?"

"Not unless you want to get beat up.  Maybe we can find out another way. I
can ask my dad."

"You can ask your dad about peepees?  Won't he want to know why?"

"I can tell him what you told me: I saw a big kid with a funny-looking one
and wondered."

"Cool.  You'll tell me what he tells you, right?"

"Right.  I promise.  And you tell me any peepee stuff you find out, ok?"

"OK!"  Freddie gave Davey a sudden peck on the cheek.  He was going to put
on his pajamas and get back into his cot but both boys wanted to talk more
about their exciting experience.  Within minutes both had dozed off.

In the morning I went to wake them.  I opened the door a crack and peeked
in to check the situation.  Both boys were in the big bed, lying close
together.  Freddie's pajamas were on the floor beside the cot.  I closed
the door and knocked.

"Time to get up.  Breakfast in ten minutes."  Two sleepy-sounding groans
were the only reply.  But they were both at the table in the allotted time,
looking none the worse for the wear.  Freddie in particular was looking
rather better, I thought.



On the way home from Freddie's house Davey gave me a blow-by blow (or
thrust-by-thrust) description of their night's activities.  Once I stopped
him.

"You told Freddie I caught you?  You weren't supposed to do that."  Davey
hung his head.

"Sorry, Dad. I forgot.  I mean, we were telling each other stuff and...."

"I understand.  No harm done, probably.  But some parents don't approve of
boys having that kind of fun, even by themselves.  If Freddie's mother
hears I let you do it she might get angry at me and not let you two be
friends any more."

Davey looked horrified. "He won't tell.  I'll tell him not to tell and he
won't.  We'll keep it our secret, just between us kids."

"All right, then.  But no more slips, ok?"  Davey nodded vigorously.

"Oh, you must _never_ fool around with each other anywhere except in your
bedroom.  _Not_ at Freddie's, if you ever sleep over there."  Davey shook
his head.

"I think Freddie's mom likes it better when he sleeps over with us.  That
way she can go out with friends and not have to hire a sitter.  You're her
sitter.  She should really pay you!"  He chuckled.



Freddie Fridays became a regular thing.  His mother offered twice to host
the boys at her house but her heart wasn't in it and she seemed happy when
I declined.  We soon fell into a routine that satisfied us all: an
afternoon of video games, a trip to McD's for supper, then back home for an
hour of cartoons and an early bed.  On Saturday I would take them out to
the zoo or the aquarium or the natural history museum.  Both were dinosaur
fans and would spend hours examining the skeletons.  Their favorite was the
tyrannosaurus rex.  They would giggle and snicker as they gazed at its
enormous penis bone.  I heard them once whispering to each other about
whether he could do you-know-what and if so how.

"Maybe he rubs it on rocks," Freddie proposed.

"Naw, rocks are too scratchy.  Maybe he rubs on trees or leaves or mud,"
Davey replied.

"Or no.... I got it, he's a T-Rex, he can do what he wants to whoever.  He
can just grab any old dinosaur and lie on it and do it on him till he gets
the feeling.  And then he can eat the other one for lunch!"

Davey was shocked.  "Eew!  That wouldn't be fair!"

Freddie cast him a scornful glance.  "He's a T-Rex.  You think T-Rexes were
fair?"

Davey looked up fearfully at the giant skeleton looming above them.  He
gulped and giggled and whispered very softly into Freddie's ear:

"Glad you're not a T-Rex!"

Freddie bared his teeth and managed a menacing grin.  "You'll find out
about that tonight!"  He realized he had forgotten to whisper this time,
and glanced at me with an expression of horror.  I pretended to be busy
examining the T-Rex's fangs.  Davey was looking mildly alarmed as if
wondering what the night held in store for him.


As it turned out the night went all right.  We dropped Freddie off at home
Sunday and on the way home Davey told me they had played dinosaur.  I
already guessed that and was thinking of keeping him home from school
Monday but by morning the traces had faded.  So he wouldn't have to explain
to his fourth-grade teacher or his classmates how he got a hickey.