Date: Sun, 2 Mar 2014 10:38:57 -0800 (PST)
From: SHEP <shep0454@yahoo.com>
Subject: SHEDDING MY CRACKER

SHEDDING MY CRACKER: THE BEGINNING

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

Danny always had money...!  We didn't get an allowance...just a little for
a movie every once in a while...but nothing weekly!

Now don't get me wrong; we weren't poor or nothing like that!  We always
had food on the table and a roof over our heads.  Danny and I got new
school clothes before the start of the school year and then at holidays and
birthdays!  We always had what we needed!

But when it came to extras, mom and dad told us that the money for that
kind of stuff just wasn't there.  Times were hard...!  The economy here at
Myrtle Beach back in the 70s was still dependent on what the vacation
traffic brought in during the busiest four months of any season.  We lived
in the manager's apartment at one of the motels that sat right on the
shoreline at one end of the boardwalk.  Not a bad life really!

So when Danny turned fifteen and wanted to go out for football his freshman
year of high school, our family just didn't have the money for the fees and
uniforms that was needed for him to try out and accept if he was offered a
position.  But Danny was always a resourceful kind of guy; as his younger
brother, if I knew anything about him is that 'NO' wasn't part of his
vocabulary at all!

That's why I didn't think too much about his hauling ass out our bedroom
window after the family when to bed.  I knew that he was probably just
hanging over on the next block with some of his buddies talking shit!  He
was never gone long and I always believed he did it just because it was
what our dad called 'shedding our cracker'!

All of a sudden, a few weeks ago towards the end of spring and before
summer vacation, Danny started staying out later and later.  I knew better
to ask him 'what's up'; I'm the younger by almost four years and it just
wasn't something the 'runt' was allowed to do!

Danny was always a good brother to me and I thought he was just about the
best buddy a younger brother could have.  He watched out for me and taught
me stuff like how to pitch a ball and helped me with my home work and
always made sure that I got included in the neighborhood ball games when
the other kids would gather down by the beach for pick up games.

He'd ask me to spot for him when he'd lift weights in the maintenance shed
where dad had his old free weight system set up.  We both knew that I
couldn't have done him much good, especially when he was bench pressing
about two fifty.  But that was just the way he was; always making me feel
good about being his bro.  He kept promising me that he was going to show
me the right way to use weights as soon as I 'shed my cracker'...!!  ...and
you're right, I had no idea what the heck he was talking about; but that
was OK!  Danny never lied...and I trusted him!

I would usually wake up whenever he crawled back in through the window.
He'd stand there in the moonlight and shuck his cutoffs down to his jockey
briefs and stretch like an old black cat reaching way over his head like he
was trying to touch the ceiling, and the developing bulges of his young
muscles.  Then he'd reach down and slap me on the ass and hoist himself to
the top bunk and soon begin that steady cadence of deep breathing that
lulled me to sleep also.

We had chores once we got up each morning during those summers when school
was out!  Mom ran the motel office and dad handled the housekeepers and did
maintenance.  Danny and I would police the parking lot and help in the
laundry or substitute when a housekeeper had a day off.  Sometimes, Danny
got to help dad with bigger projects such as painting and grounds keeping.

One day, a couple of summers ago, mom called down to us that it was lunch
time and dad told me to go get Danny who was cleaning rooms that day since
we'd sold out the night before.  I went to the back wing facing the beach
where he'd been assigned the second floor's rooms to clean.

Any guests who might be staying over were usually down on the beach or had
charted a deep fishing outing or at the Pavilion riding the coaster.  But
as I neared the end of the rooms on the second floor, I heard this low
moaning going on and thought that I was going to get to see what Danny had
told me some of the newlywed couples did when they came here for their
honeymoon.  When he described it to me, I laughed and he had said that one
day I'd get it when I finally 'shed my cracker'.

For the longest time, I thought that he was pulling my leg; then a good
buddy at school had told me the same thing about how men and women did
something called flucking...or frocking...or something or the other!  Oh,
who the heck cares, I was finally going to see somebody doing
it....yeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw!!!!!!

Sure wish Danny was here...that'd be so kewl!!!

Then I got to the next to last door on the top tier which just happened to
be cracked just enough for me to stand beside it and peak in. There sitting
on the bed with his legs spread about as wide as legs could spread was my
older brother, about thirteen back then, with this naked dude who had to be
older than dad, with Danny's dick in his mouth.

Well, I'll be damned!!!!

Danny had his head rolled back and his arms supporting his torso and his
hips punching his boy cock into the man's mouth.  It was Danny's moans that
I'd heard and the guy sucking his cock was slurping like he'd bought one of
those 42 ounce slurpees at the 7-Eleven's...it was something to behold!...I
don't think that I drew a breath the whole time I stood there watching!

About that time, the man pulled off of my brother's cock and looked up at
him and asked him: '...DO YA LIKE THAT BOY?...'

Danny didn't answer but just flopped onto his back there on the bed with
his thick boy cock waving in the beach sea breeze blowing in through the
crack in the door.  Then I noticed something else that was kind of strange;
that old dude pulled one of his fingers out of Danny's butt hole which
caused my brother to groan deeply.

'...YEAH, I THOUGHT YOU'D BE RIPE FOR THAT WHEN I SAW YOU HANGING OUTSIDE
MY WINDOW THIS MORNING WATCHING ME BEAT OFF!  JUST YOU'RE LUCKY DAY, AIN'T
IT, BOY!?!?!?!....

...and with an ease that would suggest that Danny was maybe drugged, the
man raised Dan's legs back to his shoulders and slowly inched his own body
up until his big old man cock was pointed directly inline with by brother's
asshole.  To me, it looked like the old dude just fell on top of Danny who
suddenly opened his eyes wide and began a guttural cry of: '...PLEASE!!!
DON'T!!!....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!  SHIT!!!  NO-NO-NOOOOOOO!!!!  TOOOOOO
BIG...TOOOOOOOOO BIIIIIGGG!!!! ....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!...OH, YEAH!!
PLEASE DON'T STOP!!!  DON'T STOP....GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD...REAL GOOOOOD!!!....'

All of this within a few seconds, Danny went from sounding like he was near
death from pain then back to that ridiculous moaning of it's really not all
that bad!  I thought my mind would explode with what I was seeing!  The man
simply began whipping his hips back and forth and I could hear his pelvis
slapping up against the ass cheeks of my brother.  HOLY COW!!!

Danny was arching his back and moaning and groaning and saying something so
garbled that I had no idea what the heck it could of been.  The old man's
eyes were glazed over and his lips drawn back into a snarling kind of sneer
as he pounded my brother's butt!

Suddenly, they both stopped and simply ground together where they were
connected and trembled and shook like they were chilled to the bone.
WOWOWOWOW!!!!

',...HEY BUDDY!!!  WHERE'S DANNY!?!?!?!  YOUR MOM IS WAITING LUNCH ON US!
GET A MOVE ON!!!!....'...our dad was on the beach below yelling up at me!

'...YES SIR!!  WE'RE BOTH COMING RIGHT NOW!!!...'

Danny woke up like he had been slapped and pushed the old guy off of his
body.  The man rolled over on the bed still breathing like he'd just run
down court and scored a two pointer.  I was finally able to get a real good
look at his limp dick and saw that it was shiny and slick looking with
something wet dripping off of it.

Danny reached down onto the floor at the foot of the bed and grabbed his
shorts and pulled them up over his ass and zipped them as he headed for the
door.  Without stopping, he hooked up with me by my arm and pulled me down
the second tier walkway as quickly as he could in order to put some
distance between what he'd done and what I'd seen and where we needed to be
with mom serving us some kind of mystery tuna casserole for lunch.

When we were about halfway down the stairs to the ground floor landing,
Danny stopped and turned and faced me and whispered a low demand that left
me no doubt that my ass would be grass if I didn't agree: '...YOU DON'T
TELL NOBODY ABOUT WHAT YOU SAW...UNDERSTAND BUDDY!?!?!?!!?!....'

Through my still wide eyes and the haze that still did not compute in my
ten year old brain what I had just witnessed, I nodded affirmatively...and
we continued to our places at our mom's table for lunch.

*THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING OF A HOT STEAMY SUMMER!  DON'T FORGET THAT
NIFTY IS POSSIBLE BECAUSE OF DONATIONS; SO IF YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER AND
HAVE AN EXTRA BUCK OR TWO, REMEMBER OUR BUDDIES HERE AT NIFTY

SHEP: shep0454@yahoo.com




SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER TWO

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

That was two years ago.  I only asked Danny once if that was what he called
'funking'!?!!?!  He said sort of and we left it at that!

I asked him whether it hurt and he said at first and soon it would begin to
feel as good as when you sit at the top of the highest part of the
Pavilion's roller coaster right before the car starts going down and then
whips itself up the next high point of track and does this again and again
and again until it arrives back at the gate where it leaves your belly
feeling like there's butterflies flapping around inside it and your heart
beating so that you can hear the beat in your ears.

I listened to him like he was telling me one of those books about science
fiction that he read all the time where it boggled the mind what those guys
who write that stuff could come up with and not knowing whether to believe
it or not!

I asked about what was on that old man's peter that was so wet and messy
looking.  Danny said that it was 'cum' and that it comes out of the head of
our dicks and for me not to worry about all of this that I'd understand it
when I 'shed my cracker'.

And that's about as much as we ever spoke of that day when I found my
brother doing that stuff with one of our motel guests that summer a couple
of years ago.

It wasn't long after that when I figured out for myself, that those nights
after he climbed into his bunk and I could hear something thumping over my
head and then a soft....'HURRUMF!!!'...'....and then there would be his
pair of jockey briefs dropping to the floor!  Strange goings on happening
there in our bedroom lately!

One night, I reached down and picked up the briefs after they landed beside
my lower bunk.  YO!!  A little sticky wet stuff going on there on Danny's
undershorts.  Smells kind of sweet...musky!  Not bad...hmmmmmmmm!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!  I know...that must be what he was talking about coming
out of the head of a cock...well, I'll be a rat's ass!!!

WOW!!!...Live and learn....!

Then, this summer vacation, Danny starts having a few bucks in his pocket
whenever we'd go down to the boardwalk where we'd end up at the arcade and
now could stay and play games until it was time to get back for curfew.
Shoot!!!  Who was I to complain!?!?!?!

The time Danny would be gone after bedtime started being longer and longer
and he must of been bringing sand back on his body since mom kept
complaining about finding it in his bed when she'd do the weekly laundry!

Then one night, the not knowing what he was up to was just too much for me
to not to try and figure out.  Big brother wasn't talking so little brother
decided to do some investigating...!  The thrill of being a
snoop...eeeeeeeeeeeeerrr!!...spy was just too exciting to not pursue...and
so I did!

Danny couldn't have more than got out of the parking lot when my feet hit
the ground outside of our bedroom window.  What with the streetlamps there
along the strip here at Myrtle Beach, it wasn't hard to follow him and his
shadow from a distance.  It wasn't long that I realized that he was headed
down toward the pier...underneath, to be exact.

Back then all the guys that lived around our neck of the beach had been
down under the wooden pylons of the pier where it extended several hundred
feet over the Atlantic for the tourists to walk out over the water and some
who would bring a fishing pole and still thought that they could actually
catch anything more than a sunburn from that close to shore.

But for us young explorers the treasure trash that was left under there was
an education and a source of speculation that would allow some older boy to
finally explain what this and that was after teasing and making fun of us
being stupid and being ignorant about 'frocking' or whatever it was called!

Eventually, we came to identify different types of rubbers that were
discarded after their use; which left us with all kinds of guessing games
about such things that us eleven and twelve year old guys would try and
figure out!  There in the 70s, it was rare that we found a lot of
needles/syringes from the junkies but beer cans and empty bottles of all
kinds were plentiful.  Sometimes, there would be a pair of swim trunks or a
bikini top which would just tickle us to screams of laughter wondering how
those who had lost these articles of clothing ever got home nekked...just
too crazy to imagine such goings on.

So, there I was following my big brother across the beach until he ran into
someone he seemed to know...or something.  At any rate, I figured that I
could watch from the safety of where the pylons of the pier run aground
onto the shoreline. This would give me a place to lurk out of sight and
watch everything that goes on for a pretty good distance up and down the
beach.  It turned out that I didn't need to worry about needing to see much
further than the shadows of underneath the pier itself!

The night was clear and the moon was nearly full so its beams shone through
the wooden boards above my head and created this kind of ghostly eerie
strobe light effect that was neat as all get out!

I sat there in my perch and watched as Danny continued to talk with the guy
he seemed to know shortly after we got to the beach.  I couldn't tell a lot
about the other guy but he seemed tall and thin and appeared to be wearing
those Bermuda shorts that the tourists thought were the thing to wear when
coming to Myrtle and of course one of those ugly screen printed t-shirts
with silly pictures or dopey sayings like 'keep on trucking' or 'number one
daddy' or some such BS!

All of a sudden it looked like Danny grabbed the dude's crotch for a minute
or two...NO WAY!!!  I swear I heard the guy groan and say something like:
'DAMN!  OK KID, YOU'VE GOT A DEAL!' and they suddenly started moving
towards the pier.

HOLY SHIT!!!!

I moved a bit further back where the pier's boarded deck merged into that
'V' with the shore at the point where the shadows are deepest!  I don't
think I drew breath for the next few minutes as time just stopped in its
tracks....at least that's what it felt like!

Danny and the guy walked up under the pier but it seemed more important
that they could see without being seen or something-something!  After they
both agreed to an acceptable spot, Danny unzipped the man's shorts and
hauled out his dick and balls and bent down and it looked like he licked
the head of the dude's cock...wooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!

Just as quickly, Danny stood back up and dropped his cut-offs and let the
guy grab his butt for a moment before saying: 'THAT'S A
TEN....REMEMBER!?!?!?!.....'....and with an urgency that was mind boggling,
this older family kind of guy reached into his pocket and pulled out a
couple of bills and handed them to my big brother!

Danny made a point of turning around and bending over so that his fifteen
year old nekked ass was pointing up at this guy as he put away the money in
his discarded shorts.  But that's what this man was after anyway and he
didn't waste a whole lot of time before getting down to business.

With an audible spit of slobber between the cheeks of Danny's rounded boy
butt, the dude pushed his obviously hard cock up inside my brother's
hole....sort of slow at first and then just slid like he was skating on
ice.  Danny let out a deep breathe and pushed backward twisting his
backside onto the man's dick to make sure that it was embedded about as far
as it could go.  And fellas, it was off to the races from that point on.

This stranger started slamming up against my brothers meaty ass like a
piston in Richard Petty's number 42 NASCAR race car...full throttle!  It
was amazing that Danny didn't fall on his face and yet somehow, he met the
man's thrusts with his own push backward that produced a whack that would
become unmistakable from that night forward for me to ever not know what
the sound of flesh on flesh would sound like ever again.

Surprisingly so, it didn't take the old guy too long to cum...as I would
soon learn what the point in all of this craziness would turn out to be.
In fact, he pulled out right about the time he was 'getting off', as Danny
would explain to me one day.  I literally could see ropes of this man's
sticky wetness launch across my brother's back in the moonlight...it was
flippin' crazy!!!

Without even a 'thank you', the old guy zipped up his Bermudas and started
hauling ass back up the beach from where he'd come from...which the next
day I would find out was from Room #143 of the very motel that our parents
managed...as I watched him loading up the station wagon with his wife and
two brats and enough baggage to make sure that everyone in his family, in
their own way, had a memorable time. Gosh knows, he sure had a memory or
two to take back with him!

That night, over the next hour or so, I sat there in my shadowy perch and
watched Danny put his mouth on two other older men's peters until I heard
my brother choking on their sticky loads and yet another use his young boy
hole to unload yet another ass full of cum.  Each time, Danny got whatever
cash in his hands that they had agreed upon paying him while talking on the
beach as the waves came to shore before he went to work giving them
whatever service that they wanted.

After this last guy was finished who stuck his dick up my bro's asshole, I
sneaked off in the opposite direction as Danny went out yet again not far
down the beach and approached yet another dude and brought him back toward
the pier.

I headed home...not really fully aware of my feet walking or what or who
else might have been around while navigating the short distance back to our
bedroom window and into my bed.  My mind was still locked in on the bizarre
show that I had witnessed under the pier...starring my hero and best friend
who just happened to be my big brother.

Crazy time...crazy world!!!

*THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING OF A HOT STEAMY SUMMER!  DON'T FORGET THAT
NIFTY IS POSSIBLE BECAUSE OF DONATIONS; SO IF YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER AND
HAVE AN EXTRA BUCK OR TWO, REMEMBER OUR BUDDIES HERE AT NIFTY

SHEP: shep0454@yahoo.com .






SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER THREE

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

...and so it went; over the next couple of weeks.  I'd wait until Danny was
out of the window every few nights and then I'd follow.  It didn't matter
really when I'd leave since I always knew where he'd eventually show up
with those men.  My brother would usually suck their cocks or take it up
the ass...and sometimes, he'd moan like he did with that family guy in the
motel room when I peaked through the crack in the door a couple of years
before.  They always paid him a few bucks and I never heard any of them
complain that they didn't get their money's worth!

Sometimes around my eleventh birthday last August, I noticed that my peter
would get stiff...at the damnedest times!  Just like what I saw Danny and
that motel room man's were and now just like the one's that got licked and
stuck their stiff dicks up my brother's butt!

So, I started rubbing on it against the sheets at night because it felt
good...until it'd twitch and jerk all by itself...really weird in a GREAT
way!!!!

But no wet stuff...!?!?!?!!  I must not be doing it right...or
something!?!?!!?!

Then summer vacation began and I started following Danny and hiding in my
perch under the pier and watched as he 'made money' by doing those things
to those older dudes...many of them were guests at the motel that mom and
dad managed...many of them were family guys with kids as old as me and
Danny.  A few were even staying in our honeymoon room with the jetted
bathtub.  There are quite a few that are older than our own dad...even our
granddads!

The neat thing about watching was that I noticed that my peter would get
that stiffie hard thing going on and it would feel like it would throb
after I watched for a while.  My breathe would be deeper and faster...my
head would feel kind of light and funny...and my gaze was locked onto
whatever my fifteen year old brother was doing to whichever guy was
standing there with his dick sticking out!

There were a couple of times that the old farts would want to stick Danny's
cock into their mouths and slurp on it!  He'd let them and moan and tell
them how good it felt and rub his hand over the back of their bald heads
until he'd begin to shake and it looked like his legs were giving out but
he always caught himself before he hit the sand there underneath the pier.
Danny would wipe off his wet dick and pull up his shorts and thank the guy
and go out for another chance to make some money.

I would always leave before he finished for the night and be in my lower
bunk but never ever did I go to sleep before Danny crawled through the
window and shed his cut-offs and slap my butt before hoisting himself to
the top bunk.  As soon as I heard his slow deep breathing of sleep, I would
slip off into my own dreamland that more and more became scenes like what I
saw Danny doing with all those men...except it wasn't Danny licking their
cocks and taking their dicks in his ass; it was me!!!!...and it surprised
me how much I liked it!!!

Sharing a bedroom with my older brother for as long as I could remember, I
always had plenty of opportunities to see Danny nekked.  When he was my
age, ten or eleven or so, he had started lifting dad's old weights and his
peter was about the size of what mine is now: hung down a couple of inches
and was about as wide as it was long.  I remembered how I'd catch him
looking at these hairs sprouting down around his peter and smile like he
was proud or something.  Danny's a real great guy, but really weird
sometimes!

Since then, over the last three or four years, his peter got longer...now
it hung about four inches, give or take when it wasn't stiff...and even got
thicker!  Really thick!!!  Especially, the few times that I saw it stiffen
up.  Overall, his body now was showing some results from his pumping
iron...that's what Dad calls it...pumping iron.  His chest was getting
filled out and the muscles in his arms would bulge real big when he'd
strike those silly ass poses that he imitated from the muscle magazines he
kept under his mattress!

And down there, around his peter was growing a full bush of hair that
framed his young fat cock and his rounded nut sack that sometimes fell out
one side of his cut-off legs or the other.  That's when I noticed that he
was starting to not always wear his white jockey briefs...!  Wonder what
all that is about!?!?!?!!  Like I said: nice guy but really weird....!!!!

That night after Danny left, I hung back for a bit...I wanted some time by
myself to rub my peter back and forth on my bed sheets. After I got that
funny feeling in my belly, I put on my baggy swim trunks and crawled out
the bedroom window.  As I got closer to the beach, a older man...maybe my
dad's age or something...walked up to me and asked me: 'WHAT'S GOING
ON!?!?!!?'.....

I just kept walking toward the pier.  He followed me and would say every
once in a while: 'HEY KID!  YO!!  KID...HANG BACK A MOMENT!!....'

As I got closer to where I sat up under the far end of the pier pylons that
stood on the shoreline, I heard the familiar sound of flesh on flesh like
when one of the old dudes pushes in and out of Danny's backside really hard
like...and mixed in with that sound was Danny's moans and the other guy's
panting like he was running real fast or something.  Darn!!  There wasn't
anyway for me to sneak in without them seeing me...and I've got this old
dude coming up on my ass still calling
'hey-hey!!'...geeeeeeeeeeeeeezzzz!!!!

So, I turned towards him and walked back the way I was coming and believe
it or not, this old dude matched me step for step!  When I'd gone a safe
distance away from the pier, I slowed down and found one of those sea
grassy humps of sand to sit on.  My older shadow who had been following me
flopped down beside me....and I'd come to realize that he was going to be
pretty harmless...in fact, I was pretty sure that he was either drunk or
high on some of that 'rabbit tobacco' that my folks had told me about and
told me they'd skin me alive if they ever caught me smoking any of that
stuff...!

'HEY LITTLE DUDE!!!  WHAT'S GOING ON AROUND HERE TONIGHT!?!?!!?'...my new
older friend asked me in that kind of slurry almost too friendly way.

'I DON'T KNOW....WHY!!?!?!?!?!...THERE'S NOT A LOT THAT EVER HAPPENS AROUND
HERE THIS LATE AT NIGHT!  THE PAVILION AND MOST OF THE BOARDWALK
CONCESSIONS ARE CLOSED BY NOW, SO I GUESS THERE AIN'T A LOT OF ANYTHING
GOING ON...!!!!'

He chuckled for a minute: 'WELL, THAT ISN'T WHAT I'VE HEARD....!'

'WHAT HAVE YOU HEARD...!?!?!?!'...and to be honest, I really was wondering
what I was missing if he'd heard about some kind of goings on down here
around the beach this late at night!

'I'VE HEARD ABOUT YOU YOUNG LADS HELPING OUT A FELLA...YOU KNOW...SO HE CAN
DROP A LOAD AND GET OFF...!'

I had nooooo idea what he was talking about...'drop a load of what' and
'get off what'...!?!?!?!!?  Made no sense at all!!!

'WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, MISTER!?!?!?!?!  DO YOU NEED HELP CARRYING
SOMETHING....!?!?!?!?!'

This really caused him to laugh...he even fell back on the sand and slapped
his thigh.  He raised up on his elbows and looked over at me: 'WELL SONNIE,
WHAT I'VE GOT FOR YOU TO 'CARRY' IS RIGHT OVER HERE...'

...and with that he found my hand and placed it real gentle like on the big
bulge of his khakis!

I tired pulling my hand away but he held it firmly in place pressing it
down against what must have been his peter and nuts...or something!  I
looked up at his face and noticed that he was smiling...one of those
friendly sort of big grins that made me feel that he meant me no harm and
that he was enjoying my hand rubbing across his crotch.

Then I got a whiff of his breathe and it definitely smelled like those beer
cans that Danny and I would pick up when we policed the parking lot every
morning.  His eyelids were a bit droopy and his eyes sort of red but there
wasn't nothing about the way he looked or even grasped my hand that made me
feel like he wanted anything more than for me to keep rubbing that big old
lump between his legs.

'YEAH, BOY!  THAT'S GOOD!  DAMN, THERE'S NOTHING LIKE A SMALL HAND TOUCHING
DOWN THERE...SUPER SWEET....DAMN, BOY....!'

So, I started doing it, back and forth there over his pants and he removed
his grip and just groaned a bit like it was coming from somewhere way down
deep in his belly or something!

'HOW MUCH....!!?!?!'

'WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA....'...but then it hit me!  I finally figured out what
he wanted...he must of thought that I was in the same business as
Danny...WOWOWOWOWOWOW!!!!

'UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHH!!....' ....then I remembered hearing how Danny would
wheel and deal a price...'HOW ABOUT FIVE DOLLARS TO RUB YOUR PETER!?!?!?!'

'MY WHAT!!?!?!!?!?....OH, YEAH...MY PETER...MY DICK!!!!'...and he chuckled
real deep again, and said: 'SURE KID...FIVE DOLLARS...THAT'S FAIR FOR
SPANKING MY MONKEY...!

'Spanking a monkey'; this made me laugh...and I started to relax a bit.
Still had no idea what the devil 'monkeys' had to do with me rubbing on his
peter, but the mental image was funny as anything on Saturday morning TV.'

He reached down and unsnapped the top of his pants and lowered the zipper
and rared back on his elbows and scooted down his khakis just low enough to
clear his hips and laid there with my hand hoovering over his flat hairy
belly as one of the longest peters that I had ever seen sprang up from his
lap and actually hit my hand.

I jerked back from the surprise and that really seemed to tickle him...for
just a moment!  Then he nudged me with his shoulder and with a low voice
and that silly grin and said: 'BIG AIN'T IT!?!?!!.  GO ON...TOUCH IT...JACK
ME OFF, BOY...COME ON...MAKE IT SPURT!!!...'

...again, I had no idea what he was wanting but since he seemed to like my
hand rubbing over his pants earlier, I thought that might be what he meant
by 'jack me off...'...!

I lowered my hand over the shaft of his peter and gently ran my little boy
hand up and down the length of his cock.  I noticed that he had this extra
skin that covered the head of his peter and it would move with my hand.
This in particular really made him moan and I saw something wet and liquid
bubbling out of his pee hole on the head of his dick...WOWOWOWOWW!!!

'DAMN BOY!!!  GRAB IT HARDER...HARDER...YEAH!  GRAB IT LIKE THAT AND PULL
IT BACK AND FORTH LIKE YOU WERE DOING...YEAH, LIKE THAT...OH!  DAAAAAAAMN!!
BOY YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO MAKE A MAN FEEL GOOD, DON'TCHA!?!?!?!  DON'T
STOP...KEEP GOING NOW....!'

He was still propped up on his elbows with his back arched and moaning with
his eyes almost closed and his nose holes were pumping air so hard that
they actually blew in and out while I moved my hand like he told me to.

'DON'T YOU STOP BEATING MY MEAT, BOY!!!  OH, IT FEELS SOOOOO GOOD!!  DO YOU
DO THIS FOR YOUR DADDY OR YOUR UNCLES...WHERE'D YOU LEARN HOW TO DO IT SO
GOOD!!?!?!'

I shook my head...and kept doing what he wanted and stared at his long cock
and couldn't believe as it started swelling up even larger...just from my
hand grabbing around as far as it could go and pulling the skin back and
forth up towards the head of his peter.  That wet stuff would just bead up
out of the opening on his dick head and he'd moan a bit louder each time I
brought the skin up over it!

My eyes had to be like saucers...taking it all in!  No way that this was
really happening...NO WAY!!

With the same gentleness that he'd help my hand over his pants, I felt it
touching the back of my head...slowly encouraging my face down toward his
peter...which wasn't a far distance at all since I was already leaning over
it to begin with and the fact that the thing was so long and standing
straight up as my hand continued to travel up and down the length.

As my mouth got close to the tip of his peter, I got the hint and stuck my
tongue out from between my lips and let the tip touch that slit where the
wet stuff would bubble up...and I let it get on my tongue...and I finally
got a taste of what I had first felt on Danny jockeys all that time again!

Not bad...salty sweet kind of taste to it...not bad at all!  Then I heard
him say:

'GO ON...LICK IT!!!  PLEASE LICK IT FOR ME...I'LL PAY YOU MORE MONEY IF
YOU'LL LICK IT A LITTLE BIT FOR ME...PLEEEEAASEEEEE......'

...and I did!  I didn't put it in my mouth like Danny does, but I lapped my
tongue over where that liquid stuff was coming out of his pee hole...as I
continued to move my hand up and down his cock.  I had no idea what was
real and what wasn't...I couldn't tell you the last time that I had even
heard or noticed the tide coming onto the shoreline...or if there was
another living soul anywhere around the beach...no idea at all...and at
that moment, I didn't care...at all!

The old guy that I was licking and 'jacking', I guess that's what I was
doing?  Could this be what Danny was always telling me about 'shedding my
cracker' but no, there ain't no crackers here...oh, shoot!  nothing makes
any sense and I still don't care!!!

He started shaking and groaning real, real deep and the wet stuff was
getting thicker and more of it was beginning to slide down the shaft of his
peter as I tried to keep up with licking it all up. My hand was meeting his
hips as they set a pace for the motion to increase...all of this happening
all at one time...it was almost too much...and all I knew was that this was
better than any ride that I'd ever taken at the Pavilion down on the
boardwalk...better than anything I had ever imagined...and yet I couldn't
describe just why it was soooooo GREAT!?!?!!?

...and as the first glob of cum blasted across my face and began to pump
out spurts that shot way over my head and seemed to be flying willy-nilly
everywhere......................................

'WHAT'S THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?!?!?!?!!?!  DAMN IT, BUDDY, WHAT DO YOU
THINK YOU'RE DOING!?!?!?!?!!..........................................'

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER FOUR

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.


'DAMN IT!!!  YOU OLD BASTARD!!  LET MY LITTLE BROTHER GO...YOU SON OF A
BITCH...LEAVE HIM
ALONE...NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!..

...and before Danny could cross the ten or so feet between where he was
coming towards the old guy that I was jacking and licking his long peter
and watching his wet stuff shoot all over me and everywhere...; the old
dude jumped like he'd been shocked with a live electrical wire...more
crawling than running; but even so, it was a lot faster than most could
move even on their feet.

Hitching his khakis up over his spurting dick, he got up right within a few
yards and took off like he was trying to qualify for some kind of track
event!  It would have been funny as all get out if my fifteen year old
brother wasn't standing over me and waving his large fists toward the older
man and glaring like a major crime of some sort had just occurred!

'YOU OK, BUDDY!?!?!?!....'...Danny asked.  'WHAT WAS THAT PERVERT MAKING
YOU DO!?!!?!...'

I just looked up to my brother and didn't really understand what he was
getting at since he'd been doing the same thing for the past few weeks down
under the pier almost every other night!  I just shook my head and
stared...; I'd learned early on that this is usually the best plan of
action when something doesn't make too much sense!

It really was bizarre that Danny would act this way since he was standing
there in his shortest cut-offs and a pair of sneakers and not much else
with his sizable nut sack falling down one pant leg and had sand caked on
his knees from where he had just been doing pretty much the same with a
bunch of older men!  Taking their cocks in his mouth and up his butt hole
and charging them money to do so...and he
was....................................OH!  CRAP!!!  I forgot to get my
money from the dude that Danny had just run off...oh, crap!!!!

'GET UP AND LET'S HEAD HOME BUD...BEFORE SOMEONE SEES US OR MOM AND DAD
FIND OUT THAT WE'RE NOT IN OUR BUNKS........!...and he reached down and
offered me his hand to pull me to my feet.

As the 'drama' started winding down from the moment of him finding his
almost twelve year old little brother licking an old geezer's dick out in
the open there on the beach...where everyone and their cousin could see,
he'd grab the back of my swim trunks and give my butt a playful swift kick
about every ten or fifteen feet all the way back to the Myrtle Beach motel
that our parents managed.

Right before we got to the parking lot, he grabbed the back of my trunks
one last time and stopped us both:

'WE'LL TALK ABOUT THIS TOMORROW...PRIVATELY!!!  GOT IT!?!?!?!!...HEY,
BUDDY, DO YOU GET IT!?!?!?!?!?!!....'

'YEAH-YEAH!!!  TOMORROW...I GET IT!!!  LET ME GO!!!...'...I wailed...and he
did!

Across the parking lot...through the still open window...stripped down to
our jockeys....well down to my jockeys...Danny wasn't wearing any
tonight...and into our bunks!  Although I laid there staring at the slats
of my brother's bunk above me and reliving the taste of the old guy's cum
and finally knowing what 'jacking a dick' was like and being pissed about
not getting my money and...and...and....soon the exhaustion of too many new
things dropped me into a deep, deep sleep with dreams that replayed the
last few weeks under the pier all night long!

Dad always gave us our chores at breakfast first thing in the morning.
Danny was to clean and test the pool and I was to help out in the
laundry...load and unload machines...fold...and make sure that the
housekeepers had supplies to clean and restore the guest rooms.  I really
didn't mind to get this job...Ol' Ruby, the main laundry lady who had
washed and dried for our motel since before Dad and Mom came to it ten
years ago or so.

She was a big bellied and tittied woman that wasn't much taller than my
five foot four inch height...and she seemed to really like me hanging
around!  She'd laugh and joke with me most of the day...and even on days
when she worked alone, you could pass by her windowless laundry room with
the big osculating fans and hear that same high pitched cackles and one of
her 'island' songs sung in whatever language that she had brought with her
from the land of her family and people!

Later in the morning, Ol' Ruby got a call that one of the housekeepers
needed extra towels and toilet paper for her floor and would I bring it up
to her so that she could keep working!  So, down to the lower wing and up
to the second floor I go carrying a sizable load for my skinny arms to
handle.

As I ambled down the upper landing to the room that needed all these
supplies, all of a sudden a hand reached out through one of the open vacant
rooms and jerked me inside!  It was Danny!

'HEY!!!  WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA!?!?!?!'...I demanded!

'SSSSSSHHHHH!!!  KEEP YOU VOICE DOWN!  WE'RE GONNA HAVE THAT TALK
NOW!'...he said as he closed the door and pushed me toward the back part of
the room where he'd left the bathroom light on so that we could see with
the curtains closed!

I found the ledge of the tub to be a good place to park my butt and Danny
put the lid down on the toilet and sat facing me.

'WHAT WERE YOU DOING DOWN ON THE BEACH LAST NIGHT?!!?!!?  HAVE YOU FRIGGIN'
LOST YOU MIND!?!?!!?'

'I DON'T KNOW....!?!?!!?'...which was actually more honest than it sounded
and certainly more so than what it had looked like last night when he
walked up on me and the old guy!

'WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'YOU DON'T KNOW'!?!?!?!  LOOKED LIKE TO ME THAT YOU WERE
SUCKING HIS DICK....WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT SHIT...!?!?!?!?!!'...Danny
accused me with a stern glare that he seldom used with me...!

'I GUESS I LEARNED IT FROM YOU, DANNY!'...I said looking at the grout in
the tile floor and pretty much caught myself off guard with what this
admission would finally bring out into the open!

'WHAT DO YOU MEAN...FROM ME!?!?!?!...YOU BEEN SPYING ON ME OR
SOMETHING!?!?!?!'...this was even more defensive....!

'NO, NOT REALLY SPYING!  I WAS JUST WORRIED ABOUT YOU LEAVING THE BEDROOM
ALL THOSE NIGHTS...I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO GET INTO TROUBLE!  DANNY!!!....YOU
HAD ALL THIS MONEY AND I KNEW THAT YOU DIDN'T GET IT FROM DAD, AND YOU WERE
STAYING LONGER AND LONGER....I WANTED TO KNOW WHAT WAS GOING ON, THAT'S
ALL...DON'T BE MAD....DANNY!

My big brother sat there on the porcelain throne and started breathing
deeply again...!  His gaze went back to the one that I recognized as my
protector and best friend.  He heard the truth behind the words that I had
just spoken to him and in some way or another, he understood!

'AAAAHHH!!  BUDDY, YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT I CAN TAKE CARE OF
MYSELF...GEEEEZZ!!  BRO, YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN OUT ON THE BEACH AT
NIGHT...ESPECIALLY WITHOUT ME THERE....!'

...and I looked up and looked my brother in the eyes and told him: 'BUT YOU
WERE THERE, DANNY!'

'WHAT DO YOU MEAN, BUDDY?  YOU MEAN YOU HAVE BEEN FOLLOWING ME...FOR HOW
LONG...!?!?!!  WHERE....WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!!?!....I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU
ANYWHERE UNTIL LAST NIGHT...WHAT HAVE YOU SEEN!?!?!?!'...now Danny looked
scared!

'I'VE SEEN HOW YOU MAKE YOUR MONEY!  DOING THE SAME THING WITH YOUR
MOUTH...AND EVEN YOUR BUTT...WITH THOSE OLD DUDES!  DOWN UNDER THE
PIER...UP WHERE THE PYLONS RUN AGROUND ON SHORE...I'D SIT THERE IN THE
SHADOW AND WATCH...!!  WOW!!...DANNY, WHERE DID YOU LEARN TO DO ALL THOSE
THINGS!!?!?!'

'NEVER MIND ALL OF THAT....IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, LITTLE BROTHER...!
BUT WHAT MADE YOU WANT TO SUCK THAT DUDE'S COCK LAST NIGHT!?!?!?!!'...he
asked as if he still didn't get it!

'IT JUST HAPPENED...AFTER WATCHING YOU UNDER THE PIER ALL THOSE
NIGHTS......'

'ALL THOSE NIGHTS!!?!?!  HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN WATCHING...!?!?!?!'

'...THREE OR FOUR WEEKS...OR SO!  DO YOU DRINK ALL OF THAT WET STUFF
WHENEVER YOU PUT THERE PETERS IN YOUR MOUTH...?'...I had to know if I'd
done it right or not...it sure tasted right!

'YEAH...YEAH...YEAH!!  BUT ALL THAT DON'T MATTER!!  GOOD GRAVY, BUDDY!
YOU'RE TOO YOUNG TO BE DOING THAT OUT THERE!  WHAT IF SOMEONE CARRIES YOU
OFF...OR SOMETHING!!!'...Danny seemed to be really concerned!

'WELL, WHAT IF THE CARRY YOU OFF, DANNY!  IF THAT WOULD EVER HAPPEN, I'VE
GOT YOUR BACK BY BEING UP UNDER THE PIER IN THE SHADOWS MAKING SURE YOU'RE
OK...AIN'T THAT RIGHT...WOULDN'T THAT BE GOOD TO DO!?!?!?!!...he suggested
a problem and I jumped on a solution...not bad for a pre-teen, huh!?!!

'EEEEEHHH, NOW...I DON'T KNOW ABOUT ALL OF THAT! ....'....as he trailed off
in his thoughts, I could tell that this part of our talking would return at
a future date after he gave it some consideration....so good, so far!

'WAS THAT YOUR FIRST DICK TO SUCK!!?!!?'

'YEAH, DID I DO IT RIGHT!?!?!!?'...and I really wanted to have his
experienced opinion on the subject!

'FROM WHAT I COULD TELL, YOU MUST HAVE DONE SOMETHING RIGHT!  THAT OLD DUDE
WAS SPRAYING CUM LIKE A WAVE BREAKING AGAINST ONE OF THE PIER'S PYLONS...!
DID YOU SWALLOW IT?!?!?!'

'SOME OF IT....'...which again, was mostly the truth....!

'DID YA LIKE THE TASTE????''...he asked with a cocked eyebrow.

'IT WAS OK...'...I answered sheepishly.

'GEEEEEZZ!!  BUDDY, I DIDN'T EVEN THINK THAT YOU'D 'SHED YOU CRACKER'
YET...HAVE YOU!!?!?!'

...still not having any idea of what 'shed you cracker' had to do with
anything, I just shrugged and let the comment drop.

'DAMN!  BRO!!  HAVE YOU BEEN FUCKED YET!?!!?!!'...Danny was still looking
at me with that half cocked eyebrow expression as to sizing me up as to
whether he should believe me or not.

'Fucked'...that's the way I should pronounce it, not 'funked' or
'flucked'...but 'fucked'!  I've got to remember it the right way....!  Then
it hit me that this 'fuck' must be when someone puts their peter up your
butt hole, so I looked Danny in the eye again and told him the truth:
'NOPE!!!...NOT YET!!!'

'OH, YOU'RE STILL A VIRGIN...YOU'LL GET A GOOD DOLLAR WHEN YOU'RE READY TO
SELL YOUR BOY PUSSY...JUST WAIT THOUGH.....!'

'DAMN IT!!!  BOYS!!!  WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!!!!'  That was Dad calling
us....oh, crap!!!

Danny held a finger up to his lips to 'ssshuuuussssh'!, me!

He rose up and moved toward the guest room door...and opened it...and went
to the banister of the second floor landing and called down to Dad: 'UP
HERE DAD...WANT DO YOU WANT?'

'I'VE BEEN CALLING FOR YOU AND YOUR BROTHER FOR THE LAST TEN
MINUTES...WHERE IS BUDDY!?!?!?'...Dad asked him.

'HECK IF I KNOW......'...Danny lied.  'ISN'T HE WITH OL' RUBY TODAY!?!?!?!'

'I'LL GO CHECK THE LAUNDRY AGAIN....MOM WANTS US FOR LUNCH SO GET ON DOWN
AND WASH UP!'

'OH, OK, DAD!  HEY, I'LL GO BY THE LAUNDRY, I'VE GOT TO TAKE THE BROOM BACK
TO STORAGE ANYWAY....'....gosh knows that my brother could spin a good lie
when he needed to.

'JUST DON'T BE TOO LONG ABOUT IT THEN....'...was the last word from Dad
about it!

I was already standing behind the guestroom door and as soon as Danny gave
me the sign to move, I made off like the old dude that I had been sucking
last night when Danny had yelled at us on the beach...yeah, that fast!

Danny and I didn't have any time alone for the rest of the day to continue
our talking....and after supper was 'Ironside' and 'Streets of San
Francisco' so mine and Danny's butts were parked there in front of the TV
until time for bed.  Sure liked that 'Ironside'....a lot!!!

We always took our showers before supper, so after we finished watching
'Streets....', we headed off to bed.  Mom and Dad would usually watch the
news and then turn in.

Once we were in our bedroom, Danny closed the door like he does every night
and turned towards me.  I was shucking my shorts and t-shirt and he just
stood there and watched me as I got down to my white jockey briefs.

'WHAT....!?!?!?!'...I asked my brother who was just standing there and
staring at me...'WHAT!!!'

'SO YOU LIKED THE TASTE OF THAT GUY'S CUM, HUH!?!?!?!....'...Danny
asked....almost far off...like he was lost in his head thinking real
hard...or something!

After making that statement, he pulled his tee over his head and unsnapped
his jean shorts and let them fall to the bedroom floor...and just stood
there facing my wide eyes with his thick fat cock pointing towards the
ceiling.

As he walked toward me and pushed me down on my lower bunk, he was
scratching under his swollen nut sack and I saw that there was that similar
bubble of wetness coming out of the pee slit on my brother's dick.

'SUCK ME!!!!!'...and Danny grabbed the back of my head and pulled my head
closer to his swaying cock.....'SUCK IT BUDDY!!!!!'.

...and I licked the wetness off the head of Danny's peter like I did for
the old dude last night!

'NO...NO!!!  BUDDY, OPEN YOUR MOUTH AND SUCK IT!!!!...COME ON NOW, I WANT
TO KNOW JUST HOW MUCH YOU KNOW FROM ALL THAT SPYING ON ME....!'

So, I opened my mouth as wide as I could...Danny's dick is really big
around...and sucked like I did on a straw when I got one of those thick
milkshakes at one of the concessions on the boardwalk.  All of a sudden,
Danny started moving his dick deeper inside my mouth and then would pull
back a bit and then go a little further.  All I had to do was pucker up my
mouth around as much of his fifteen year old cock as I could!

Danny moaned....so I must be doing something right.  He picked up speed and
I just kept sucking like that milkshake was really difficult to draw up
that straw.....and Danny moaned even deeper.

Soon my brother was going even deeper and trying to get that fat cock head
into the entrance where my throat opening was...and I started gagging and
sputtering.  Danny just held my head by the hair and I wrapped my arms
around his meaty butt and tried to breath around his gullet choker the best
I could.  But it seemed that he liked my struggling almost as much as my
mouth.

Every once in a while, he'd pull all the way out of my mouth and tell me to
'lick his balls'....!  I didn't argue....at least I could breath for a
moment or two until he'd get a fist of my hair again and shove that cock of
his back down my windpipe as far as he could with me sputtering and gagging
and him moaning and groaning to beat the band.

I wasn't too worried that Danny would really hurt me...but it was getting
pretty rough!  Even so, I became aware that my eleven year old peter was as
hard as Danny's big one...and I was getting those fluttering feelings down
in my gut....oh, yeah!!!  Not bad...not bad at all!!!

Soon, Danny stood still with his legs slightly bent and his pumped thighs
bulging and just used his fist full of my scalp to glide my mouth up and
down his fat cock...a little faster and a little faster and a little
faster....and then he stopped dead still and held my mouth down over that
thick piece of teen aged meat with the head banging against my tonsils
until....until.....until.,.......

It caught me off guard!!!!  The first blast of his hot cum shot far down my
throat choking me and causing me to almost throw up the huge amount of
creamy goo that his dick just kept pulsating out rapid fire!

Danny held me tight...choking and gagging or not...he wasn't moving!  So, I
learned to swallow the best I could and found that this worked pretty
well...and wasn't all that bad after all!  In fact, his cum tasted better
than my favorite dessert of vanilla or butterscotch pudding.  I liked
pudding so well, that I'd start eating it right after Mom took it off the
stove while it was still hot.

Yeah, I really liked Danny's cock creamy pudding a whole lot!!!!

As Danny's cock eased its jerking and the amount of cum got less and less,
he more or less, dropped to his knees before me...dragging his dick out of
my mouth as he fell.  He was breathing like he did when he tried to do too
many sets on the weight bench.  I leaned back on my elbows on my bunk and
stared at the top of my brother's head.

'WWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!  MAN...!!!!...was Danny's declared
appraisal of my worth as a sucker!  I was quite proud of myself to boot!

Once he'd rested there squatting on the bedroom floor, Danny slowly rose up
and rubbed the top of my head and used his powerful arms to propel him in
the top bunk.  It wasn't but a few minutes that I heard his rhythmic
breathing that said that he was deep asleep!

When I thought that I'd better go on and roll over and get some shut eye
myself, I happened to look down at my white jockey briefs where the head of
my own prick was trying to poke our the piss hole and I saw that the fabric
where my cock head was pushing against it had a small wet spot...right
there....right there where the guy last night...and Danny tonight...had
that wet stuff slip out of their pee holes...not a lot...but it sure was
wet...well, I'll beeeee.........and I fell asleep...

*THERE'S A LOT MORE TO BUDDY'S HOT STEAMY SUMMER!  DON'T FORGET THAT NIFTY
IS POSSIBLE BECAUSE OF DONATIONS; SO IF YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER AND HAVE
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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER FIVE

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

When I opened my eyes the next morning, Danny was standing there with his
hands grasping the top bunk, holding his body up and with his legs spread,
looking down at me.  It startled me a bit, but I saw that he had that shit
eating grin splitting his face from East to West.

'WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT IS STILL THERE...GET IT!?!?!!'

I nodded and threw my legs over the side of the lower bunk and put on my
shorts and t-shirt after Danny went down the hall to breakfast.  I followed
shortly.

I didn't see much of my older brother for the rest of the day since Dad had
him tagging along to Charleston for supplies and a shipment of equipment.
I got to spend the day with Ol' Ruby again, so I had no complaint at all.

Every once in a while, she'd throw a wrapped roll of toilet paper at me and
cackle while asking me where my mind had gone a strollin'....and I'd blush
and look away.  If she only knew that I kept thinking about sucking my
fifteen year old brother's soda can thick cock last night when we went to
bed...even swallowing that wet stuff called cum.  He even had me lick his
balls...and there I'd start the daydreaming again and Ol' Ruby would sail
another roll of TP over my head.

After work and Dad and Danny got back and unloaded the station wagon, Danny
invited me to go down to the arcade on the boardwalk and kill some time
before supper.

When we got there, he started playing and I stood there for a few minutes.
Once he'd played a few games of foozball, he turned around and asked me why
I wasn't playing anything...!

'I DON'T HAVE NO MONEY...!!!'...and wondered why this was news to him.  He
knows that we don't get any allowance!

He asked me what I did with the money that the old dude paid me!

UH-OH!!!!!...and I reminded Danny that he'd run the guy off before he got
his money out to pay me!

'OOOOOOH!!!  NO-NO-NO!!  LITTLE BROTHER...NO-NO-NO!!!'...and he grabbed my
arm and led me out behind the arcade away from everyone and explained yet
another bit of the facts of life...at least the facts of selling your
throat and butt to old men!  Always get the money before you get them
off...in fact, just as soon as you get them where you plan on doing
business with them.

Suddenly, a light came on and I saw the good sense in what he was telling
me!

'HEEEY!  LITTLE BRO, SHIT LIKE THAT WILL HAPPEN EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE..IT'S
JUST PART OF THE GAME....WHICH IS SOMETHING ELSE WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT!
BUDDY, YOU DON'T NEED TO BE DOING WHAT I CAUGHT YOU DOING WITH THAT OLD
FART DOWN ON THE BEACH OUT IN THE OPEN THE OTHER NIGHT...NO WAY!!!'

'...AND WHY NOT!!!!!....'....the eleven year old in me demanded to know!
'YOU SUCK COCK...AND THAT OTHER THING TOO....AAAAAAAAH!!  DARN, DANNY!!!  I
EVEN SUCKED YOU COCK LAST NIGHT!!!!'

Danny jerked me up by the back of my elastic shorts into a wedgie while
telling me to 'HUSH UP!'

'DAMN BRO!!!  A GUY DOESN'T GO AROUND ADVERTISING ABOUT BEING A
COCKSUCKER...YO!!!  BUDDY, YOU NEED TO LAY BACK A BIT FOR A WHILE!  AT
LEAST UNTIL YOU 'SHED YOUR CRACKER'...!  HECK, BUDDY, YOU'RE STILL CHERRY
AT YOUR BACK DOOR...GIVE IT SOME TIME, MAN!!!!'

'Cherry at my back door...' and again I could only guess what the devil
Danny was talking about!  I'd just gotten 'sucking' and 'cum' and 'fucking'
added to the words that I understand...but some of this just doesn't
compute!!!

'WELL, OK DANNY...IF YOU SAY SO!  BUT YOU'LL LET ME WATCH OUT FOR YOU,
WON'T YOU!  YOU KNOW, SIT UP THERE IN THE SHADOWS IN CASE THERE'S SOME KIND
OF TROUBLE...COME ON DANNY...COME ON....LET ME AT LEAST DO THAT!!!'...I
begged.

'I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THAT, BUDDY....MAYBE, WE'LL SEE!  LET'S GET BACK TO THE
GAMES...HERE'S A COUPLE OF BUCKS...MOM WILL HAVE SUPPER READY PRETTY
SOON!!!'

Danny hung back to talk with one of the guys who usually seemed to always
be around the beach or the Pavilion or the boardwalk...always!  But that
was his business...I had enough to keep up with!

After supper and a couple of hours of TV, Danny and I headed off to bed.  I
stripped down to my jockeys and Danny got out of all his street clothes and
then bent over to search throw the dirty pile of clothes to find his denim
cut-offs.  While bent over, I got a clear shot of his butt hole...hidden
there between the fleshy cheeks that were getting firmer and firmer with
all that weight lifting.  I don't know why it interested me so...I guess
with all the goings on here lately, it was becoming something that I was
more aware...hmmmmmm!?!!?

Danny found the cut-offs and stood up and reached for his drawer on our
chest of drawers and fished out a Vaseline jar.  He stuck a finger in and
scooped out a gob of the jelly and brought it down and into the crease
between those ass cheeks and then he put that finger full of jelly into the
strangest place that I'd would have ever thought that Vaseline jelly would
ever go: he stuck his finger up his fifteen year old butt hole...and even
moaned while he did it...I kid you not!!!

He turned around toward me and saw me staring at him like he was crazier
than those bed bugs we'd heard about!!!  That's when he said:
'WHAT!?!?!?!!'

'NOTHING!!...NOTHING AT ALL, DANNY!!!'...and I rolled over toward the wall
and looked away.

'OH...OH, YEAH...RIGHT!!!'...and then my brother really caught me off guard
when he came over to my lower bunk and used a knee to push me more toward
the wall and he actually crawled into bed with me.  He'd brought the
Vaseline jar and scooped yet another finger full of jelly out of it and
with little effort, pulled down my white jockey briefs down over my hips
and slid his finger along the crease of my ass cheeks and teased my little
boy butt hole for what seemed like forever.

Danny must have noticed that I hadn't taken a breath since he laid down and
had started playing with my hole, so he whispered...'BREATH...GO
ON...BREATH DEEP....AND EXHALE....YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT...THERE YOU GO...DO IT
AGAIN...YEAH...YEAH...THAT'S RIGHT....YEAH...!'

About the time I took the fourth deep breath, Danny went from teasing my
boy hole with his jellied up finger and started to slowly ease it into the
first inch or so of my tight little eleven year old...soon to be
twelve...ass hole.

Hmmmm!?!?!!?...not bad....as long as I inhale and exhale deeply like
Danny's telling me...it ain't all that bad at all....no, not bad at all!

Danny's finger continued to ease in and slip back out almost, but not quite
all the way...and then back in just a little further...and then back
out...maybe with a twist or wiggle every other time or so...and I noticed
that my peter was harder than it had ever been!...there, tenting the front
of my jockeys where they were down for business in the back and still doing
their job to provide some kind of modesty...what a guy thinks of during
times like this.

But the weirdest...not weird bad...but weird 'wowowowow!!!...was feeling
Danny's unbelievably wide fifteen year old stone stiffened cock rubbing up
and down the back of my calf of my left leg as his finger kept pumping in
and out of my pucker...incredible!

It was about that time that my pucker hole clamped down on Danny's finger
and started flexing and grabbing onto his knuckle while those butterflies
in my belly were going crazy.  Pretty soon all of that calmed down and my
whole body went sort of limp like it was as tired as it had ever been in my
eleven years...woooooooooooooooooooo!!!

It seemed like it was happening from a far off distance, but I was some
what aware of Danny's finger withdrawing from my butt hole and a feeling
back there of it being sort of slimy and open or tingly...or
something-something....like I really cared at that moment...what slimy butt
hole!?!?!?!!

Danny put his arm around my chest and asked me how I liked that....!

I just exhaled like a bicycle tire running over a nail...and ended it with
a soft moan which caused Danny to laugh quietly.  He rolled on over and
stood up and pulled on his cut-offs, the ones that were so short that his
large nut sack would slide out one of the leg openings...kind of hard to
miss...but I was beginning to realize that this was the point!

Danny would explain it to me in time to come that it 'pays to
advertise'...just don't be too obvious...that's not wise....or good for
business!  I'd guess he would know!

My big brother struck his muscle pose from one of those magazines, and
looked down on me...standing there with the cup-offs snug around his hips
and bare chested so that his nipples pointed out hard from where he was
beginning to realize some definition and cut from Dad's old set of free
weights.  He had got his black and white sneakers on and I was beginning to
recognize this as his 'working' uniform.

So he must be going out tonight...!  There was no way that he could of
missed my begging look to invite me to go with him..............

'NOT TONIGHT, BUDDY!  I'M NOT DOING THE PIER...GOT A DIFFERENT SCENE WITH
TIMBO...SO, HE AND I WILL BE THERE FOR EACH OTHER IF NEED BE...!  JUST GET
SOME SLEEP....I SHOULDN'T BE GONE TOO LONG TONIGHT!

He knew that I couldn't go to sleep til he got back...but I trusted my big
brother....he is my best friend...so, I'd do what he asked.

So it was settled.

It was about that time that we heard Mom and Dad's bedroom door softly shut
and their bed creak as they laid down to find some rest in order to get up
and do it all again for another day.

...and with that knowledge of our parents in for the night, Danny hoisted
himself up and out our bedroom window and off to meet Timbo, the guy that
he'd talked to that afternoon at the arcade.  I would have spent some time
wondering what he had to do with all of these goings on that were becoming
more and more a part of my education...and hopefully, getting me closer to
figuring out if I was ever going to 'shed my cracker'....oh,well!

I reached around to pull up my jockeys up where Danny had finger fucked my
boy hole...but I stopped before I did!  Nah, not so fast....and my pointing
finger slowly found its way up my pooper and I tried to find Danny's rhythm
in how he moved in and out and made me feel so good....so
good....oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh....my goodness....so
goooooooooooood....so-soooooooooooooooooooooo.....................................................................

.....................and suddenly the overhead light of the bedroom came
on..............................

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER SIX

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING THERE BUDDY!?!?!....AND WHERE THE HELL IS YOUR
BROTHER!?!?!?!'..........came a steady reproach from our father....standing
there in the bedroom doorway with his hand still on the light switch.

By this time I had twisted around to face the tall lanky figure entering
the bedroom that I share with my fifteen year old brother....and still had
my pointing finger buried to the hilt up my shitter....just like Danny had
done before he left to go out with his friend to earn some money for sex
with the old married men who came here in the summers with their families
for a working man's vacation.

Since I was doing a fairly good impression of that proverbial 'deer in the
headlights' expression, dad repeated his questions one more time as he came
into the room and quietly shut the door as to not wake my mother.

'I ASKED YOU WHAT'S GOING ON HERE.....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.....'

...and with the honesty that comes from being an eleven year old boy being
caught shoving his finger in and out of his ass hole by his father, I
looked dad square in the eyes and answered: 'NOTHING!!!'

The man who is my dad who works with my mom managing this motel here in
Myrtle Beach South Carolina and has always been the rock of this family and
a real solid man for me and my older brother to look up to and respect,
didn't buy that answer for a minute....nah-dah...no way....it wasn't gonna
fly!!!

As a result, I became the beneficiary of a look that our father had that
could melt lead and penetrate into a young guy's soul and see the truth
hidden deep within!

'BUD!!!  WHERE'S DANNY!?!?!?!?!....'....!

'I DON'T KNOW....'....which wasn't far from the actual truth since my
brother didn't give me the details of where he and his friend were going
tonight!  'ISN'T HE IN THE BATHROOM!?!!??!!.....'....!

'NOPE!!!  NOT IN THE TOILET......!  NEVERMIND; DANNY AND I CAN DEAL WITH
THIS IN THE MORNING!....'....!

Dad had squatted beside my lower bunk in order to keep his voice low while
putting me through this kind of inquisition.  In doing so, it was hard for
him to miss what my finger was doing to my backside.

'DAMN!!!  BUDDY, WHERE'D YOU LEARN TO DO THAT!?!?!?!?!?!!?!....'....then
with a short pause that allowed him a moment to consider the possibilities,
he almost hit his head on Danny's upper bunk with what he thought had
happened.

'YOUR BROTHER DIDN'T FUCK YOU!?!!?!?!  DID HE!?!?!!....'....almost too
loudly.

I rolled over quickly and while shaking my head emphatically....even though
not too sure what that word meant, but pretty sure that nothing like that
had happened as of yet....whether I had 'shed my cracker' or not!

'WELL THEN, WHERE'D YOU LEARN TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS,
SON....!?!?!?!....'...my dad asked in more of a concerned way.....'AND WHY
ARE YOU DOING IT TO YOURSELF!?!?!?!'

'IT SORT OF FEELS GOOD....LIKE SCRATCHING AN ITCH....OR
SOMETHING....GEEEEEZZZ!...'....was about as honest as I could come up with
to answer him.

'FEELS GOOD, HUH!?!?!!  HERE, ROLL BACK OVER AND LET ME TAKE A LOOK BACK
THERE...........'......so I did while being so embarrassed that I wish I
could have died at that moment.

Dad took his long fingers and spread my boyish butt cheeks and exposed my
little eleven year old hole for his inspection.  While doing so, this lanky
framed man dressed only in his baby blue cotton boxers, crawled up into my
bunk and laid behind me there on my bed.

'FEELS GOOD, HUH!?!?!?!!....'....he repeated again except this time it was
more to himself than to really question my earlier statement.
Unexpectedly, I felt one of those long, bony fingers glide across my
vaselined pucker gently.

I'm pretty sure that he heard my quick intake of breath as he continued to
tease the fresh tender tissue....even stopping in line with the opening and
letting the tip of his middle finger put some pressure there without
actually invading the portal of my cherry boy butt.

'DOES THIS FEEL GOOD, BUDDY!?!?!!!  DOES MY FINGER FEEL GOOD LIKE YOURS
DOES!?!!?!!?....'....again, dad's queries were more for his accepting that
he was playing with my ass than for any needed response on my part.

But I couldn't resist issuing a low,
soft....'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!'...that escaped from somewhere deep
from my diaphragm and was probably as honest as anything else that I could
had verbalized.

'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!!'

'YEAH, BOY!!  SOUNDS LIKE TO ME THAT YOU'RE RIPE FOR THE
PICKING!!!....'....as dad began to push pass my pucker ring and left his
finger rest at it's first knuckle....twitching it ever so slightly!

'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!'

'....AND YOUR BROTHER HASN'T TAPPED THIS YET!?!!??!!  HE HASN'T STUCK HIS
PRICK UP YOUR POOTER YET.....!?!?!?!...AND NO ONE ELSE,
EITHER!?!!?!?!?!....'.....he kept exploring just how profound that this
moment in my bed was.....for both of us!

'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!!'

'GOOD BOY, BUDDY!  YOU'RE A REAL GOOD BOY FOR DADDY....AREN'T YA!?!?!!
SURE, YOU ARE!!!  YOU WANT TO BE A REAL GOOD BOY....DON'T
YA!?!?!?!!....'....was the sing-song cadence that this man who continued to
inch his endlessly long finger further and further into my nether region
until his palm rested flush with the opening of my backside.

'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!!!!'

Suddenly, his invading finger began a slow rhythmic thrust of pushing and
pulling and twisting and stretching my colon and it was as if he was
testing whether my tunnel was about the right diameter and ready for more
new experiences.....or something-something!

'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!!!'

'DADDY'S GOOD LITTLE BOY.....!!!  MY GOOD LITTLE BOY!!!  MY BOY....MY GOOD,
SWEET BOY......'....and with a deft move where his finger became replaced
by something a bit more substantial and even longer than what had already
been planted back there, my father busted my cherry hole!!!!

'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!!'

After the slow and easy descent through my guts of his long slender cock
pushing aside my inner flesh and paving a trail farther than I could have
ever thought such a thing could travel, I now understood all those glazed
expressions of Danny's when the old married men would stick their cocks up
his ass and how good it looked like it felt....now I knew!

'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!!'

My five inches of little boy peter was as hard as I'd ever known it to
be.....throbbing and jerking.  I was getting those tickles down in my
gut....butterflies and tingling was going on.

'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!!!'

'YA READY BOY....YA READY FOR DADDY TO FUCK YA.....!?!?!?!?!!....'....and
without further need of any answers from me, my father did just that.

Slow withdraws countered with increasingly more vigorous plunging assaults
to find where his prick could bottom out in my ass hole was his mindless
mission....his need that was greater than the moment....for both of
us....as I was becoming aware!

'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!!!'

...and then dad went rigid with his peter lodged about as far as any of his
earlier thrusts had allowed him to go.

I was so light headed that it caught me by surprise when I vaguely became
aware of a throbbing pulsating deep in my innards and a sensation of
something wet was leaking into me at that depth also.
wowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowow!!!!

Under the long exhaling of his lungs, came a low guttural moan so bass in
tone that it vibrated the ear canal to listen to it; and I felt his lengthy
body begin to relax and cover me like a furry blanket...moist with sweat.

Tenderly, my father kissed the back of my neck and shoulders.  He raised up
to my right ear and whispered a low question of whether I was
'ALRIGHT????'....!  I slowly shook my head against my pillow in the
affirmative.

Slowly, and with a careful attention to not disturbing the sphere of
fluffiness that my mind and spirit had vacated to, he removed his joystick
from my back side with a distinct squishy plop.  As the cockhead passed my
ass ring, I became faintly aware of a dewy trickling of something wet
sliding down my inner thighs and between my ass cheeks.

Dad slid out of my lower bunk and tousled my hair and stood erect for a
moment: 'NIGHT SON....'.....!

....and he left the room quietly closing the door behind himself as I
slipped into a deep and restful sleep.

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER SEVEN

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

I sat at the breakfast table with my mother alone.  It seemed that Danny
and Dad had to get an early start on some kind of big project or something
or the other.

So, I got to sleep in...no complaints here.  After my dad took my eleven
year old ass cherry last night, I never woke up when Danny got back from
his business with his buddy Timbo.  That's the first time that I wasn't
waiting from him to climb back into the bedroom window after he had made
some money by sucking and getting his fifteen year old ass fucked by older
men down under the pier on the beach.  This window opened into where we
share a set of bunk beds in the motel manager's apartment behind the
office.

I sat there while my mother encouraged me to hurry and finish my cereal so
she could get to the front office of the motel that she and dad managed
here on Myrtle Beach.  She was rattling on about needing to plan on a
shopping trip soon to buy our school clothes before the new school year
started around Labor Day.

Strangely, she didn't see me as being different in any way.  How would she
have any knowledge of how I now understood what it is like having a long
cock pushing through my little boy hole that had only known a thermometer
and my brother's finger before last night.  Now, it knew how incredible my
father's hammer handle thick cock could make my insides squirm and vibrate
and tremble with its thrusting up into those places that make all that
happen...as it did last night!!!

I finished up and asked her where I needed to work today.  Mom told me to
go ask my dad where we might be short handed since she hadn't checked the
sign in sheets for the day yet.  With that bit of common sense, I went out
the office door and started a search for where I was needed.

I went by and said good morning to Ol' Ruby who ran our motel laundry.  She
was already sweating and singing one of those 'island' songs that always
caused her to cackle and laugh heartily When I asked her where Dad was she
said that she wasn't sure but thought that he and my brother were in one of
the guest rooms on the second floor repairing some holes in the walls where
some college boys had partied last night.

For some reason, I felt a need to give Ol' Ruby a hug and thanked her for
the information.  This made her break out with another long series of
cackling and throaty laughter that always made everything right...some how.

True enough, there on the second floor that faces the Atlantic, was the
voices of my father and my brother as they were discussing something fairly
heatedly.  Now, the usual order of 'discussing' anything with our father
was he was loud and provided a tone of voice that made it very clear that
the topic being addressed wasn't up for discussion and the appropriate
stance and response from me and/or my brother was: 'yes-sir'...or 'no
sir'...whichever was the correct answer for that particular situation.

Today was different in some way.  Danny sure didn't sound like he was
taking the low road in whatever the issue was with dad.  Even though their
words were heated, it was apparent that they were being careful as to not
be real obvious in sharing too much of what this discussion was about.

I finally found the door from where this verbal exchange was taking place
and surprisingly found it locked.  Strange...!?!?!?!!  Even so, evidently
the walls weren't the only damage to this room since most of the curtains
were only hanging by one bracket on the far side of the room which allowed
me some clear sight lines in order to see into the room.

Yep!!  The room was fairly well wrecked; both mattresses askew of the bed
frames...pictures cock-eyed...chairs overturned...and enough beer cans and
liquor bottles to suggest how this scene evolved.  As busy as we are during
the summer vacation season, there wasn't anyone close by that would notice
that I was standing outside on the second floor landing looking through a
guest room window.

About the time that I raised my fist to knock on the glass of the window,
Danny walked out of the guest room's bath room wearing only his
t-shirt....oh, yeah; and a half erect soda can thick slab of teen meat.  He
went to the sink and began washing his cock off, all the while shaking his
head 'no' and striking that attitude that dad was having to call him on
more and more in the last year of so.

With nothing more than the long tightly muscled arm of my father reaching
from within the bath area and grabbing my brother by the neck and pulling
him down to his knees and his head out of site of my view but by the faint
gurgling and sputtering, it was a sure bet that Danny was finding out just
how far the dick that made us would fit down his throat.

By straining my ear muscles some what, I could hear my dad's soft moans and
quiet encouragement for his cock sucking son to 'take it all'...and to
'make it right'...and that it was the 'least that he could
do...'...whatever that implied.

In a few minutes without Danny coming up for air and only getting a good
lung full when dad would release the hold on the back of his head long
enough for that purpose, Dad did let Danny pull all the way off of that
long daddy dick.  But even more surprising, was the long daddy dick
disappeared into the bathroom and was replaced by his skinny daddy ass that
stuck out of the bathroom door just far enough for my brother to lean over
and place his face close to our dad's hairy butt.

At first, I thought that he was sniffing dad's butt hole...but no, that's
not it...no, not at all.  Without too much delay in time, my brother opened
his mouth yet again and stuck his tongue out and continued to lean down
into the crack of our father's ass.  That ass started shimmying and
gyrating like those hula girls on TV and that head was so far inside that
crack that I could only imagine....nah, I couldn't imagine what my big bro
was doing back there...even when the last thing I witnessed was his tongue
looking like it was making contact my our old man's pooter.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Soon, with the grace that Danny's young agility allows him, he raised up on
his knees, positioning his fat cock so that it was inline with our dad's
bung hole and with little prep outside of whatever spit that he'd been able
to provide with his mouth, literally slammed his big assed dick into the
nether region of good ol' dad.  Outside of some sincere deep groans and
moans on each of their parts, there was little else to be heard.

In watching the way that my brother piston fucked dad's man hole, I made a
note never to piss off Danny if the occasion ever occurred where he got to
put that trailer hitch of a cock up my little boy pucker...NO WAY!!!!

Danny's chest was literally laying across dad's back with one arm helping
to support his weight and it looked like the other arm was up under dad's
belly, on the far side, possibly rubbing dad's long dick with his
hand....or something.  I could tell that dad's scrawny butt was meeting
every thrust of his teen aged son's pelvis and it made that slapping skin
on skin sound that I had come to recognize when Danny would let the old men
fuck him under the pier late at night for money.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Then my dad's back end froze still except for the small portion of his abs
which were pumping in and out of his belly as if they were elastic.  At
almost the same instant, Danny went rigid also causing his arm that was
supporting his stocky teen body slid out from under him and with his dick
buried to the hilt up dad's asshole, he fell on top of dad and both hit the
tile floor...half in and half out of the bathroom door.

From the tremors of Danny's ass checks, it was fairly obvious that he was
sending quite a load of that creamy cum that he and dad and all those older
dudes seem to produce after doing these new things that I was slowly
learning about....thanks to both of those two guys sprawled across the
floor of the guest room.

I couldn't resist.  I stepped back to the room's entry door and
knocked...and gave out a: 'HEY DAD!  YOU IN THERE!?!?!?!'

I stifled a giggle as I heard what sounded like a herd of buffalo
scampering and crawling over top of each other trying to find their own
perspective pants or shorts so that they could continue to believe that
their secret was still their secret.

'WHAT IS IT, BUDDY!?!?!?!'...came my dad's voice from within the guest
room.

'AH GOOD!!!!  YOU ARE IN THAT ROOM....MOM SENT ME TO FIND OUT WHERE YOU
WANTED ME TO WORK TODAY.....'

'OH-OH OK!!!  GIVE ME A MINUTE...I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING....'...and
I had to swallow yet another snicker.

All of a sudden, the outside door opened and dad stood so that his
'clothed' body was positioned so that I couldn't see around him into the
room.

'HEY SON!  UUUUH, I'LL TELL YOU WHAT.  GO AND HELP OUT OL' RUBY UNTIL LUNCH
AND WE'LL TALK ABOUT WHAT YOU SHOULD DO THIS AFTERNOON.  HOW ABOUT THAT???'

I stood there looking at the front of his work pants and noticed that his
zipper was down and that his work shirt still wasn't buttoned up all the
way.  I figured that Danny was hiding in the shower or something.

'OKEY-DOKEY!'...and I turned on my heels lickity split and did just
that...split on down the second floor landing before I broke up and laughed
where he couldn't see or hear me.

Once the door was closed, their father went back towards the guest room
bath area, dropping the work clothes and kicking off the boots along the
way and joined his son in the hot shower and leaned under the spray as his
eldest knelt down behind him spreading those ass cheeks and ate his own
teenage load of boy cream out of his father's freshly fucked shit hole....!

Hell!!!  Who needed lunch.......................................


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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER EIGHT

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

A couple of hours later at lunch, it was just us guys since mom was running
errands and hitting the grocery store.

The conversation was light, which after peaking on our dad and my fifteen
year old brother having sex in a quest room earlier this morning; seemed a
little awkward for me. but apparently not a bit for them.  Like having his
eldest son eat the teenager's creampie out of his daddy hole was just part
of any work day...!  In that regard, it all just struck me as being just
weird for them to sit there eating left over spaghetti from last night's
supper as if it was business as usual.

Then it came to me that maybe it wasn't all that unusual for dad and Danny
to spend some quality male bonding time with their dicks poking each
other's various holes.  I don't remember either of them complaining or
looking like they were unhappy with the goings on.

Ah-Ha!!!  Wonder how long that's been going on!?!?!?!  Maybe one day
they'll invite me to join them...hopefully...soon...maybe!!!

Toward the end of the meal, dad mentioned that Uncle Mark was planning on
coming down for a visit soon.  We'd need to make sure that we prepped the
'handicap' guest room next to the motel office for him when he stayed.
Uncle Mark is dad's younger brother and lost both legs below the knees from
a grenade blast in Nam.

This was going to be quite a treat!  His was my favorite of dad's four
brothers....and I got the impression that he felt the same way about me.
When I was a real little kid, he'd pick me up and ride me around on his lap
up and down the boardwalk in his wheelchair.  He'd have me hold my arms
straight out from my sides and we'd pretend that we were flying in an
airplane or a magic carpet.  I never saw him as a 'cripple'...he was my
Uncle Mike and that's all that mattered.

Mark lived in Asheville North Carolina where he worked as a dispatcher for
the city police department.  He'd benefited from that American Disabilities
Act from a few years ago, and worked his ass off in order to justify his
worth in being given this kind of responsibility.

He was about thirty or so, heck if I knew.  Uncle Mark never married but
would sometimes have some 'lady' or the other with him when we'd visit him
in Asheville.

He would, when the family got together, pick on dad for not keeping up with
his weight lifting.  He would talk about his membership at the Asheville
YMCA and how he spent all his time in the weight room or the pool.  I
believe that his example is why Danny worked so hard with dad's old set of
free weights out in the maintenance shed.

Can't wait for Uncle Mark to get here!  But dad had said it would be
sometime in August before school began.....oh, well!

Dad and Danny were going back to the guest room that the college partiers
had demolished to get it back in service.  Then dad turned to me and flat
out shocked the shit out of me!  He asked if I'd like to have the afternoon
off and go down to the boardwalk or the Pavilion and hang out....!?!?!

Was he kidding!?!?!?!  Would I like to just go and hang out with some of my
buddies!?!?!!?  I saw the half assed smile he let creep across his face
when he saw how I reacted; and then I also caught the quick wink before he
slapped Danny on the ass, herding him back to work for the afternoon.  To
say that my big brother wasn't too happy about my 'free time' was pretty
obvious; but that was his problem....!

I grabbed a shower and a change of shorts and another t-shirt and headed
out the door of the motel's manager's apartment to find out what was going
on down the Myrtle Beach boardwalk during a summer afternoon.

I had a couple of dollars left from what Danny had given me the day before
when we'd gone down to the arcade.  Dad might be generous with a surprise
afternoon off but that didn't extend to his wallet and that's alright, I
was covered.

I went to the roller coaster area at the Pavilion and ran into a couple of
my buddies from school.  We shot the shit a bit and asked them if they
wanted to come over to the motel for a pool party for my twelfth birthday
next month.  Silly question!!!

Pretty soon, their families came to collect them and head back inland where
they lived.  So, I was alone again, which I suddenly realized was one of
the first times that I'd ever been allowed to run around the tourist trap
areas without at least Danny with me.  And to be honest, if mom had been at
home, I doubt that I'd have gotten to go by myself!  So this was a real
special treat.

...and yet, I couldn't help but wonder if it had anything to do with dad
taking my little boy butt cherry last night while Danny was out making a
buck or two having sex with old men?  Maybe it was because dad saw just how
grown up I was in taking his long cock and had manned up and not cried or
anything.  Why would I!?!!?!  It was the best night of my life having my
father fuck my ass!

I started just wandering around heading up the boardwalk for a ways and
then cutting across and walk back via the beach.  There were a lot of
'tickie-tackies' almost everywhere!  That's what the locals referred to the
vacationers because they were willing to purchase tickets for some of the
dumbest things and then buy cheap China made crap that was suppose to
remind them of their vacation to the beach and ended up being tackie as
heck...'tickie-tackies'!

It was still early in the afternoon as I found myself on the beach side
entrance of the arcade.  I had those two dollars still in my pocket and I
figured 'why not'; so I wandered in and found a pin ball machine that I'd
spent most of this summer trying to keep the high score...a big deal for a
soon to be twelve year old.

All of a sudden, while playing my last ball for another 'high' score;
someone elbowed me in my ribs!  'End of Game!!!!'...as I lost the ball!
Shoot!!!!!

I spun around to protest to the creep that thought that this was funny but
suddenly came face to face with Danny's buddy Timbo who was standing just
behind my left shoulder with a dumb looking grin on his face.

I had never really hung with Danny and Timbo.  In fact, on the nights that
they worked together to earn money by attending 'parties' where some of the
older men that come from all over in the summers to have sex with teen aged
boys.  Danny had told me that he made some serious money at these
'parties'...whatever 'serious' money meant...it must have been a whole lot!

Timbo reached around me and gave me a friendly couple of pats on the back
while telling me: 'HEY GOOD BUDDY!!  NO NEED TO GET ALL PISSED OFF...I WAS
JUST HAVING A LITTLE FUN WITH YOU!....'...all the while looking at me
through the slits where his eyes were hiding behind.  Danny had told me
that this was a sure sign that a dude was smoking weed at the least and
maybe some of the other harder street drugs that usually got them busted by
the cops and into all kinds of trouble.

'LET ME GET YOU A PEPSI TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU....OK!?!?!?!'...was his offer
to excuse himself from being an asshole, I guess.

So I shrugged and said' 'SURE...YEAH, OK!'

Once he bought us both a couple of bottles of pop out of the arcades drink
machine, he gave me mine and nudged his head toward the beach exit and we
headed toward that area and found a bench to sit at.

'YOU'RE DANNY'S LITTLE BROTHER, AREN'T YA!?!?...I'VE SEEN YOU HANGING WITH
HIM A FEW TIMES....!  YOU'RE WHAT THIRTEEN...FOURTEEN...THERE
ABOUT!?!?!!?!'

I probably blushed a deep red for impressing him enough to look like
someone that old..."NAH, TIM, I'LL BE TWELVE IN ANOTHER MONTH OR
SO....'....!

'WOW, LITTLE MAN!  I'D OF SWORN THAT YOU WERE AT LEAST THAT OLD...!  DANNY
SAYS THAT YOU'RE GETTING PRETTY CLOSE TO 'SHEDDING YOUR CRACKER....'.....!

He stated this rather matter of fact and seemed to be sizing me up for some
kind of consideration that was far from anything that I could imagine what
it could be!

Timbo had to be at least six foot something and lean and lanky.  He was
more skin and bones with his back bone and ribs showing through his dark
skin like that plastic wrap in the way that some guys in their teen years
seem to grow so fast and tall that it's like everything they eat goes right
through them instead of filling them out like my big brother, Danny.  .

His hair was kinky and nappy from where he didn't worry too much about
keeping it trimmed and cared for.  Timbo had one of those thick lipped kind
of 'how could you hate a face like that' kind of face.  Even if you didn't
know him from Adam and just met him, you couldn't help but feel at ease and
try to like him.

He tended to slump a bit like most tall boys do.  He always seemed to have
the same pair of cut-off jeans that were cut to the knees and left baggy
everywhere but the waist.  When he'd stoop on the sand or bend over, there
was no way to miss the crack of his black ass cheeks where those old jeans
would dip down a bit.  Apparently, he didn't wear no underwear...briefs or
boxers or even a jock strap like what they want us to wear in Gym class at
school...but that was his business.

Timbo was what they liked to be referred to here in the 70s, an
Afro-American.  I never understood what all the fuss was about where skin
color was concerned.  Like dad said, you judge a man by his character...and
whether he was honest and good to his word.  That had always sounded about
right as far as I was concerned.

I'd just about finished my Pepsi and was looking around for a trash can to
throw it away when Timbo punched me in the ribs again, but this time a lot
more easier that when I was lost in my pin ball game, and asked me if I
needed to take a leak.  He was free to share with me how he needed to
'drain the main vein'....!

Yeah, I had to admit that I could use a pit stop and told him so.  It'd
been a while.

'WELL, GOOD!!!  FOLLOW ME...!!!'...was an invitation which baffled me yet I
thought so what.  Timbo's an older guy, a few years older than Danny who is
fifteen.  I'd have guessed that he was around seventeen or eighteen, I
didn't remember him ever being at school.  It kind of felt good to have an
older dude wanting to hang with me and wasn't trying to ignore me like some
of my older brother's friends did from time to time.  Danny never let them
leave me out though, that's the kind of brother he is!

Timbo gave his empty soda can a toss up under where the arcade set up off
the sand on pillars and he actually was able to get it about half way up
under the building.  I just dropped mine in the first trash receptacle that
I passed.  I'd spent too many hours policing the beach front of the motel
that my parents managed to throw something down on the beach...no way!

His long legged gait took him down the beach way ahead of what I could do
to keep up.  I just followed as best as I could and began as easy trot that
helped me keep pace fairly well.  I was sort of wondering where he was
going.  The public toilets where back up toward the boardwalk and we were
headed down toward the pier area....!

When we reached the pier, Timbo looked back over his shoulder at me and
said:

'COME ON SLOW POKE...!

'...and disappeared underneath where the pylons ran into the shoreline.
Not that I wasn't familiar with this area; no, not at all!  Here is where
I'd sat all those nights watching Danny suck and get fucked by all those
older men in the area that was closer to the tide.  But I'd never thought
of taking a piss under there...or the possibility that anyone else might
have done exactly that very thing.

By the time that I got to where Timbo was standing with his cut off jeans
down around his ankles with his back to me and his head thrown back and
seeming letting his piss stream spray all over the sand.  In fact, it was
the very sand that was pretty close to where I parked my but all those
nights spying on my brother...oh, well!

Timbo, looked over this shoulder yet again with a sheepish smile and nodded
his head for me to come on over and join him there.  So I did...big deal!

When I finally got positioned opposite him and was pulling the elastic
waste of my shorts down over my privates so that I could pee; I looked down
at Timbo's crotch area and saw something that had to be the biggest and
thickest dick that I'd ever seen...and it was limp!!!!!  It even had all
this skin pulled over the fat purple head and his gusher of pee was coming
from somewhere inside all of that skin.

He looked down at my peter and back up to me and smiled even broader and
whistled real low and told me what a '...NICE LOOKING WHITE WILLIE...' I
had!

'Willie...white willie!?!?!?!...what the heck is a 'white
willie!?!?!!?...then it came to me!!  Timbo was paying me a compliment
about my peter!  I blushed as red as the Rudolph's Red Nose does on the
department store's display at Christmas time.  All the while watching as
his huge black cobra starts to slowly raise it's thick hooded head up
toward the bottom of the pier's planked deck.  Not that it got all that
much longer or wider...it didn't need to!!!

Timbo spread his legs a bit further apart in a semi kind of squat and shook
his hips back and forth so that his dick swayed and bounced around wildly
and was truly a sight to behold.  Now this would have been worth a ticket
for all those 'tickie-tackie' vacationers to spend their money on!!  It
would be a little later that I would come to realize that some of them did
just that!

'YOUR BROTHER TOLD ME THAT YOU WERE PRETTY GOOD AT SUCKING A GOOD SIZED
DICK....SHOW ME...!!!!'

His expression had become much more serious...and the tone of his voice
indicated that it wasn't a request...but a command....!!!  So I dropped to
my knees...right there where we'd both let loose with a river of piss that
was soaking into the sand...and opened my mouth wider than I thought was
possible...and leaned forward and took as much of that black cock into the
back of my mouth as was humanly possible!

...and I liked it....a lot!!!!

*THERE'S A LOT MORE TO BUDDY'S HOT STEAMY SUMMER!  DON'T FORGET THAT NIFTY
IS POSSIBLE BECAUSE OF DONATIONS; SO IF YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER AND HAVE
AN EXTRA BUCK OR TWO, REMEMBER OUR BUDDIES HERE AT NIFTY

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER NINE

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

Yeah!!!  I liked it a lot!

There I was under the pier in the July afternoon on my knees on the sand
that we had just pissed all over and now I had four fat inches of an
Afro-American's mambo sized hooded cock in my mouth to the opening of my
throat and about five inches still enjoying the ocean breezes of the Myrtle
Beach shore.  But I was pretty darn proud that my eleven year old mouth
could stretch over that much of it.

Timbo, the seventeen year old owner of this massive cock, was standing
there, looking down at the top of my hair in his usual weed induced haze
and groaned with satisfaction of my initial effort.

'DAMN!!!  LITTLE MAN, YOU'VE SURE GOT A TALENT THERE FOR MAKING A MAN FEEL
DAMN GOOD;....BUT WAIT A MINUTE, LET ME GIVE YOU A FEW POINTERS HERE!'

...and so my education of how to make some extra money by having sex with
the older men who came here on vacation to Myrtle Beach back in the 70s
looking for just this kind of 'good time'!

Timbo was an older dude that my fifteen year old brother had evidently met
and who had shown the ropes sometime in the past to Danny so that he was
now earning some extra cash in order to go out for football when school
began.  I'd been there for quite a few nights in this very spot watching
him pleasure these old guys with his mouth and butt...that is, until he
caught me licking my first dick on the beach a week or two ago.

Since then, Danny, my brother, has had me suck his thick teen aged dick and
our father has popped my ass cherry when he caught me finger fucking it one
night after Danny had crawled out our bedroom window to make some money
with Timbo.

Here I was given this rare afternoon off from my job of helping around the
motel and my parents managed there on one end of Myrtle Beach.  Here I was
sucking my first Afro-American cock.  I sure was having a great
summer.......so far!

Timbo, withdrew his peter out of my mouth and kicked his cut-offs over to
the side and laid down beside where I was kneeling there in the wet sand.
He reached out to me and told me that if I was going to do this for the
tickie-tackie men, that I'd better get my money up front.  Most of them
expected to pay and why shouldn't we get something for doing it if we were
going to do most of the work....!

'Work!?!?!!?'...this was too much fun...what work!?!?!?!!?  But I looked
down at Timbo's hand sticking out toward me and saw a ten dollar bill!!!
Wow!!!!  I'd never held any amount that big before....money was hard to
come by for my folks...so seeing that kind of cash was something new to me!

'HERE....TAKE IT!!!'...Timbo offered!

'REALLY....REALLY!?!!?  YOU REALLY WANT ME TO HAVE THIS!?!?!!?  IT'S SO
MUCH MONEY!!!'...I stammered with eyes of disbelief and crazy gratitude...!

'SURE, YOU'RE EARNING IT!!  JUST LIKE ME...AND YOUR BROTHER DANNY...AND
QUITE A FEW OTHER GUYS OUR AGE THAT MOVE AROUND THE BOARDWALK....ESPECIALLY
AFTER DARK...WHO HAVE SEX WITH THE OUT-OF-TOWNERS EACH SUMMER!!!!  AND GOOD
BUDDY...."

...I liked him nick naming me that....'good Buddy'...it made me feel
special....

'WITH YOUR YOUNG YEARS AND NATURAL TAKING TO SUCKING, YOU'LL MAKE A KILLING
DOING THESE OLD GUYS....!  I CAN SHOW YOU HOW....WANT TO LEARN!?!?!?!'

'WHO'S GONNA TEACH ME!?!?!?!'...I asked...sort of guessing the answer.

'COME HERE, GOOD BUDDY.....'...and with that, he pulled me down where my
head was in line with his still stiff dick and his head within reach of
mine.  My peter is no where as impressive as his monster, but it was going
to be thick like Danny's and I knew enough to know that it had a few years
yet to grow...!

Timbo laid there and wrapped a hand around my back bringing me a little
closer to his tongue.  He advised me to watch this...and he began licking
my hard five inches.  He was using a lot of slobber making my little boy
cock and my nut sack and generally my crotch area became sloppy wet.

He would pause between licks and explain what he'd learned from what he
told me was the 'School of Hard Cocks'...git it!?!!...do ya, git
it!?!!?!...'school of hard knocks/cocks...I couldn't help but snicker a bit
and he let me and when I realized that he was being serious, I got quiet
again and listened.

Timbo told me to always remember to get the money after the first lick once
the old guy and I were in a fairly out of the way kind of place...like here
after dark under the pier...!  It was one of those places where the local
beach patrol just didn't bother and tended to look the other way.  They had
too many miles of beach to cover and as long as no one complained about
what was going on...it was considered just part of what went on when
working men got a week's vacation.

Then there was the different ways to suck a dick!  He would demonstrate
each on my little boy peter and then have me repeat what he had just shown
me on his much bigger one.  He said that every man liked his dick sucked a
different way and that it didn't hurt to ask them how they were liking your
efforts every once in a while...most of the time, they'd let you know.

Since Timbo's cock had what he called a foreskin and told me that me and
Danny were 'cut' and that he wasn't.  I made a note to be sure to ask Danny
about what all that meant.  Then he talked me through how to slip my tongue
underneath the folds of the skin that covers the dickhead!  I could tell
that I must be doing it right by the way he moaned when my tongue made
direct contact with the flare of his tender dickhead.

I didn't need to be told to lick the juice that beaded up at his piss slit.
He complimented me on being a quick learner!  I felt so proud in a silly
way!  All I really understood was that I sure knew that I liked doing
it...especially when the guy that I was sucking moaned or groaned or would
encourage me with telling how good it felt!

'HEY!!  PULL BACK A BIT, GOOD BUDDY!!  I KNOW YOU'RE HUNGRY FOR MY NEGRO
BOY JUICE BUT WE'VE GOT A FEW OTHER THINGS TO TALK ABOUT!!...YOU'LL GET IT
PRETTY SOON...SHOOT!  I PAID FOR IT, DIDN'T I!?!?!?!!'...and he laughed
real low and kept rubbing my back ending right about where the top of the
crack of my eleven year old boy butt started.  It sure felt real good!!

'HAVE YOU EVER BEEN FUCKED YET!?!?!!?  HAS DANNY HAD THAT WIDE PIECE OF
MEAT OF HIS UP YOUR LITTLE PUCKER...HUH!?!?!?!'

I wasn't about to tell him that my dad had been the one to fuck me...No
Way!!!!  So, broke my own honor code and lied.  I told Timbo that no one
had stuck anything more than a finger in my pooper.

'AAAAAAAHH!!  VIRGIN MATERIAL THERE!!!  WOOOOOOOOOO!!!  WE COULD REALLY
MAKE SOME MONEY OFF THAT UN-USED LITTLE BOY BUTT OF YOURS!  YEAH, THE
HIGHEST BIDDER AT ONE OF OUR PARTIES....YEAH, THAT WOULD BE REAL
SPECIAL...REAL SPECIAL....'...and he dropped off into his thoughts for a
minute or two until he remembered what we were suppose to be doing at that
moment.

He rolled me over and propped up my ass so that his mouth was right in line
with the cheeks of my butt and he started kissing them...not in the crack
but just up and down the cheeks and on my upper thighs and at the small of
my back....all the while rubbing my upper back.  I thought that I'd died
and gone to heaven...no lie!!!

After he had kissed and ran his tongue over my rear end, he took his long
hands and spread my butt cheeks apart and snaked his drooling mouth over my
hole and actually began sliding his tongue down into the crevice of my
pucker.  He licked and darted it in and out and lapped like a dog at his
water bowl and kept increasing the speed of all of these different ways to
eat a hole until he was out of my mind with moans and how darn good it
felt.  I was squirming like I was on fire...and it sure felt that way...so
gooooooooooood!!!!!

While I was shaking and rolling my head back and forth, Timbo moistened his
middle finger and inserted it slowly where his tongue had been.  He went
back to kissing my cheeks and back all the while telling what a 'hot boy''
I was and how I was driving him wild with my sweet little boy ass!

He thrust his finger in and out of my tight boy tunnel a few times and then
took it out.

'LIKED THAT DIDN'T YOU, LITTLE MAN!!?!?!  SURE YOU DID!!!  BUT IF WE'RE
GONNA MAKE SOME REAL MONEY WITH THAT LITTLE PIECE OF VIRGIN ASS OF YOURS,
YOU NEED TO MAKE SURE NOTHING BIGGER THAN A FINGER FINDS IT'S WAY INTO
IT!!!  YOU HEAR ME!?!?!?!'

I nodded yes and assured him that I sure would!!!  It was important that
this older boy knew how much I respected him!!!

'SURE YOU WILL!!!  YOU'RE A NATURAL!'  NOW IT'S MY TURN....!'

...and with that statement, he twisted around so that he was on his knees
with his boney ass pointing towards me and he shook it back and forth a few
times.  That was all the invitation I needed.  I never thought about what
that shit hole might or might not have been doing lately...one way or the
other...I just knew that in the pit of my belly that I was hungry for that
black butt.

I went through the same maneuvers that he had done...not paying any
attention to the musky smell, in fact, I sort of liked it...I wondered if
this is what dad smelled when he complimented mom on a new perfume when
they'd go out for dinner alone for a special occasion...hmmmmmm!?!?!

Timbo instructed me to use more spit and slobber to prepare the hole for a
cock.

What cock?!?!!?...I wondered!  All of a sudden that mystery was solved;
Timbo told me to put my little boy five inches up his asshole...and I did!

While I tried fucking this older boy's teen aged black pussy, as he
referred to it, he would squeeze some kind of muscle right around the
inside of the opening of his hole and told me that he was 'milking' my
cock....and to pay attention because I would one day want to remember how
to do this once my cherry was busted and used a lot as to clamp down on the
guy's dick to make him enjoy it and to cum quicker so that I would be able
to go back on the boardwalk and pick up another old dude and make more
money.

After I told him that I thought I understood how to do this, we reversed
positions and he inserted his long boney middle finger back up my tight
hole and told me to practice pressings down with that muscle.  I did the
best that I could but to be honest, his finger was so big, I didn't have to
bear down too hard on his finger at all!

Here again, Timbo withdrew the finger yet again and told me that I'd done a
good job!

'ALL RIGHT...IT'S NOW TIME FOR YOU TO EARN THAT TEN DOLLARS!!'...he raised
back up on his knees with his that big black mamba dick pointing to the
bottom of the planks of the pier's deck and waited while I turned around
and found his eight or maybe nine inch cock with my mouth and I went about
showing him how much I truly loved sucking cock!

This time, he finished by shooting his large load down my throat...holding
the back of my head as he fucked his gullet gagger in and out of the back
of where my tonsils used to be.  I still couldn't take more than four or
five inches, but I got him off anyway.  His cum tasted more tart than sweet
and had a hint of how cigarette smoke smells like.  Still not bad....!

Before we left from under the pier that afternoon, he told me that I'd
earned every penny of that ten dollars as he gave me a hug and sent me back
down the beach toward my home in the manager's apartment behind the office
of the motel that my folk's managed!  I may not know what 'shedding my
cracker' is about but I sure knew about that 'proud as a peacock'
thing....!

*THERE'S A LOT MORE TO BUDDY'S HOT STEAMY SUMMER!  DON'T FORGET THAT NIFTY
IS POSSIBLE BECAUSE OF DONATIONS; SO IF YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER AND HAVE
AN EXTRA BUCK OR TWO, REMEMBER OUR BUDDIES HERE AT NIFTY

SHEP: shep0454@yahoo.com





SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER TEN

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

During that afternoon off from my responsibilities at the Myrtle Beach
motel that my parents managed, I laid on the beach underneath the pier
where my brother's friend trained me on how to make a little spending money
by sucking and letting the tourist fuck me.  Timbo told me that I was a
quick learner; it helps to enjoy what you're doing!

He taught me about being sure to listen to the old guy and pay attention to
how they move and what they do as to know how to pleasure them.  Making
sure that I was able to get them to cum as quickly as possible would allow
me to get back to the next needy dude walking around on the beach at night
needing some help!

Timbo wants me to not loose my eleven year old little boy ass cherry since
he was pretty sure that we could get a good amount of money selling it at
one of the parties that he and my fifteen year old brother, Danny are
invited to every once in a while...really good money!  Sounds good to
me...even though my dad had already busted my cherry earlier that
week....oh, well!  What those old dudes don't know will pay off....maybe!

I was on my way back to the manager's apartment in the back of the motel
office for supper, it was getting late and I didn't want to make anyone
angry since getting an afternoon off from working the laundry with Ol' Ruby
is a rare treat!

I sat there at the supper table and just picked at my food.  I really
wasn't all that hungry since I was sitting there with a belly full of
Timbo's seventeen year old load of his hot creamy seed!  I was still
enjoying the after taste since it was different from some of the other guys
that I'd sucked.  Timbo smoked....all kinds of things, but that was his
business!

Danny and I took our showers after supper and took our places on the living
room rug in front of the TV for our usual line up of whatever was in reruns
for the summer!  Danny kept looking over at me and poked me in the side
from time to time; just doing that big bro teasing that I'd gotten use to a
long time ago.

About nine o'clock or so, we headed off to bed without protesting too much.
Besides, I had so much to tell Danny about that happened under the pier
that afternoon while I was attending Timbo's Sex Education classes!

He stopped by the bathroom to take a leak and I went on to the bedroom that
we share.  I shucked my t-shirt and shorts and climbed into the lower bunk.
After a few, Danny came in and shut the door as usual.  He kicked off his
clothes and also his briefs and joined me on the lower bunk.  He inched up
behind me and I could feel his soda can thick cock poking me along the
crack of my ass!  UH-OH!!!

'UUUUUH, DANNY....'....!....I was needing to inform him as to Timbo's plan
for us to make some real money with selling my eleven year old cherry.

'SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHH!....I'LL BE EASY....I JUST WANT SOME OF THAT SWEET
HOLE.....WHAT DO YOU SAY!?!?!?!!!....'....it was almost like he was begging
me and we both knew that if he wanted to with him pumping weights in trying
to bulk up for football try-outs, he could take it without a lot of trouble
at all!

'TIMBO SAID THAT I SHOULD SAVE IT......!'

'TIMBO?!!!?!.....WHAT DOES TIMBO HAVE TO DO WITH WHETHER I FUCK MY OWN
BRO!?!!?!....WHAT THE HELL....!??!?!?!!'....in a voice that was more
intense in tone that volume...thank goodness since mom and dad were still
up watching the news on TV!

That's when I told him about what Timbo had instructed me about how to suck
and fuck...among some other little skills in making some money under the
pier with the 'tickie-tackies'!

Danny was pretty pissed at first since he wasn't all that keen on me having
sex with these strangers...'hell!!!'...he said: '...little brother, you
haven't even 'shed your cracker' yet'!!!...and I still had no idea what
that meant!

After a few minutes, he considered what Timbo was talking about.  He knew
how a lot of these older family guys on vacation liked to make believe that
the young local boys, who sucked their cocks and let them use their butt
holes for a dumping ground for the cum that the little woman back in the
motel room with the kids didn't want anymore, are virgin and that they were
getting something where no other man can gone before!  That their
'Enterprise' was exploring new 'frontiers'...like Captain Quirk or
something-something!

Danny couldn't count the number of times that one of these old dudes asked
him if he'd ever had a dick up his ass!  It sort of got to be kind of funny
after a while!  Then he realized that he could tell them what they wanted
to hear and get another five bucks for them living out a fantasy of
'breaking in' a little boy!  Even now, he still smiled at the memories!

'WELL BUDDY, I GUESS HE'S GOT A POINT!  i CAN STILL GET A BLOW JOB EVERY
ONCE IN A WHILE CAN'T I....'!!!!  He sounded like a poor little whining
puppy begging for table scraps underneath the table at meal times!

I rolled over to face him and inched down his chest, making sure to lick
his nipples like Timbo had showed me, and slowly down to his crotch.  I
licked my tongue across his fat cock head, making sure to tease his piss
slit with the tip of my tongue; then dropping down and kissing his nut sack
lightly.

Without missing a beat, once I heard the deep moans that Timbo had told me
about when I started to please one of these guys, I pulled up to Danny's
face and said that I would need my five dollars if he wanted me to
continue!

He chuckled and whacked me on the back of my head like he usually did to
pick on me...'OH COME ON NOW....YOU WOULDN'T CHARGE YOUR BROTHER, WOULD
YOU!!?!?!....WOULD YOU....AAAAAH!  COME ON BUDDY!!!....GEEEEEEEEEZZZZZ!!!'

YEP!!!  YOU AND TIMBO BOTH TOLD ME TO GET THE MONEY UP
FRONT....SOOOOOOOOOO....WHERE'S THE MONEY!?!?!?!?!'....and suddenly, he
realized that I was serious!....'I'LL TELL YOU WHAT; SINCE YOU ARE
'FAMILY', I'LL GIVE YOU THE FAMILY RATE!  TWO BUCKS AND I'LL SUCK YOU OFF
TIL YOU CUM IN MY MOUTH!!  GOT A DEAL!?!?!?!!.....'!!

In a make believe huff, he reached down and grabbed his jean cut-offs that
he'd just dropped on the floor and searched for the pocket that had his wad
of bills.

'DAMN BUDDY, HERE....TWO DOLLARS....!!!  SATISFIED!?!?!?!...NOW GET TO
WORK!!!'...and without further need for encouragement, I fell back down to
his broad piece of teen meat and took it to the back of my mouth and
wiggled my tongue back and forth the sensitive place where the shaft met
the head!

From the sound of his deep groan and the quick jerk of his hips to try and
lodge that throat choker even further past my tonsils, I could tell that he
thought that he had got a good deal for two dollars!  Did I mention that I
love sucking cock!?!?!?!

Since Danny is my brother, I did take my time and practiced the various
different ways to suck that Timbo had shown me earlier that afternoon!

I made sure that I rubbed his erect nipples with my thumb every once in a
while and kept right on sucking the whole time.

One of the things that I wanted to work on was what he said about allowing
the saliva and spit to build up and lubricate the shaft so that your mouth
can slip even further down my throat.  Now, my big brother's dick is only
about six inches or so long, but it's almost as wide as it is long, so it
sure fit the bill in order to try this idea!

Even so, pretty soon I was lost in the act of sucking cock....!  It was
like me and Danny's peter were working together and everything was right
with the world!!!  Having his dick buried in the back of my mouth and
hitting in and out of the opening of my throat just seemed right!

My little boy peter was so stiff that it almost hurt so I tried rubbing it
up against Danny's leg as my head piston up and down on his cock.  He
reached around to my back and finally found my butt crack and played with
my little hole, even letting a finger dip into it down to the first knuckle
and wiggling it.

This gave me an idea and I pulled off of my brother's dick that resembled a
fleshy fire hydrant and lifted one of his legs up as far as I could.  With
making sure to wash his tennis ball sized nuts with my tongue and then
zeroing in on slipping my slippery lapper as far as I could manage up his
musky smelling pooter!

All of a sudden, he started trembling and doing that low guttural sound and
he grabbed the back of my crew cut so that he could shove it back over his
cock before he started blasting his creamy boy pudding!

I know that Danny didn't mean to do it, but he jammed my head down so far
on his dick that he hit that gagging place and aggravated it so that I
began choking and spitting slobber and cum around the corners of my mouth
and his cock.  As soon as he realized what he was doing, he let my head up
enough for me to get a good breath, I went back to lapping up all the
leaking cum off his shaft and his belly!  Did I mention that I loved
sucking dick!?!?!!

'YOU BOYS NEED TO KEEP THIS SHIT DOWN SO THAT YOUR MOMMA DOESN'T HEAR!!!
NOW, GET YOUR ASSES TO SLEEP,!!!!  WE'VE GOT A LOT OF WORK TO DO AROUND
HERE IN THE MORNING!!!'

....and our father backed out our bedroom door shutting it as he went!

*THERE'S A LOT MORE TO BUDDY'S HOT STEAMY SUMMER!  DON'T FORGET THAT NIFTY
IS POSSIBLE BECAUSE OF DONATIONS; SO IF YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER AND HAVE
AN EXTRA BUCK OR TWO, REMEMBER OUR BUDDIES HERE AT NIFTY

SHEP: shep0454@yahoo.com







SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER ELEVEN

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

I'll tell you guys, there's nothing quite like having your father dressed
in his boxers with his low hangers falling out one of the legs opening the
door to the bedroom that you share with your fifteen year old brother while
your choking you on his fat cock and spewing enough boy juice down your
throat so that you're gagging and sputtering like a broke water main!
Then, without batting an eye, advise you to 'get your asses in bed' and
leaves the room as you manage to swallow the last of your brother's load!

Weird!?!?!?!!  Naaaaaahhh!!!...not when you've seen your dad get his ass
eaten out by your brother and then had him bust your own eleven year old
ass cherry all within a couple of weeks.  But Danny was a little perplexed
by it all!

So, I told Danny about our father coming into our bedroom the other night
with me finger fucking my little boy hole after he showed me how and he
finished the demonstration of how to do it right!  What I didn't tell him
was that dad had used his long cock to finish showing me what my little boy
pucker is suppose to be used for...fucking!

Danny's seventeen year old buddy has plans to sell my 'cherry' to the
highest bidder to the old men who walk up and down the beach at night
looking for young boys to suck their cocks and let them fuck them under the
pier.  I'd spent quite a few nights hiding and watching my brother do just
that up under the pier here at Myrtle Beach.

I might be eleven but I ain't so dumb that I don't know that a guy doesn't
always tell everything he knows...it's a survival thing!

We live here in the manager's apartment at the motel that our parents
manage.  Not a bad life at all!  During the summer, my brother and I help
out around the motel picking up the slack where needed.  It's all good!

After supper that night, Danny and I went to our bedroom after watching TV
with the folks for an hour or two like we always do.  But tonight was going
to be special; at least that's what Danny teased me when he saw me running
supplies to the housekeepers early that afternoon!

Although, he wouldn't tell me exactly what was going on, I was pretty
excited about getting to learn something new about sex!!!  I was fairly
sure that it had to do with that since he gave me the first opportunity to
really suck his dick even though he had caught me licking an old dude's
cock on the beach one night.

Then a few nights later he finger fucked me for the first time.  It was
later that night after he crawled out our bedroom window to make money
sucking and getting fucked by the married men under the pier on the beach
after dark who come here in the summers on vacation with their families,
that our father came into our bedroom and fucked my ass for the first time.

Then just a day or two ago, the older teen, Timbo, who works with Danny on
giving sex parties for the tourists every once in a while, taught me how to
please these old guys with my mouth and how to squeeze that muscle at my
butt hole opening to milk their cocks and make them shoot their cum.  He
even paid me five dollars to suck his big black cock and drink his hot
load.  I actually made some blow money...as he and Danny called it!

So once the door was closed to our bedroom and I had crawled into my lower
bunk, Danny knelt down beside it and finally filled me in on the plan for
tonight!  He was the best brother that a guy could hope for and I would do
anything for him that he wanted....and had, so far!

As he told me what was up, he reached down and slide his hand down the
front of my white jockey briefs and played with my stiff five inch peter.
Rubbing it back and forth and teasing that place underneath my cock where
the shaft and the head meet...so sensitive...so good...ooooooooooooooooh!

'DO YOU WANT TO GO OUT WITH ME TONIGHT AND MAKE SOME MONEY!!?!?!  DO YOU
THINK YOU'RE READY!?!?!!?  YOU AIN'T 'SHED YOUR CRACKER YET, HAVE
YOU!?!?!!?...!...there was that 'cracker' question again and still no one
had bothered to tell me what it was all about!

I shook my head 'YES' then 'NO'...and waited for him to continue!

'WHILE I WAS DOWN AT THE SERVICE STATION THIS AFTERNOON GETTING DAD A CAN
OF OIL FOR THE LAWN MOWER, ONE OF THE OLD DUDES THAT I DO BUSINESS WITH WAS
OUT THERE.  IT'S WHERE HE PARKS HIS EIGHTEEN WHEELER WHEN HE BRINGS A LOAD
TO THE WINN DIXIE ONCE A WEEK OR SO.  HE WANTED TO KNOW IF I WANTED TO MAKE
SOME MONEY TONIGHT!

'I TOLD HIM THAT I'D SURE LIKE TO SPEND SOME TIME WITH HIM; AND THEN I
ASKED IF I COULD BRING YOU!'

No, crap!!!  My big brother was going to allow me to actually earn some
real money tonight!  I rolled over in my bunk and kicked my legs on the
bottom of Danny's upper bunk like I'd got the high score on one of my pin
ball games at the boardwalk's arcade. This is the best twelfth birthday
present that he could have ever given me; even if it was a week early!

Danny laughed and then told me to keep it down.  He said that we'd have to
wait until mom and dad went to bed after the news went off the TV.  Then
we'd sneak out our bedroom window and walk the couple of blocks over to the
big rig parking lot that's behind the service station.  He rubbed my head
and jumped up to the top bunk and told me to rest a bit until it was time
to go!

With us laying there as quietly as possible so that we could hear when our
folks finally went to bed, it wasn't too long before we heard the latch
when they closed their bedroom door!  We still waited a bit longer to make
sure that dad didn't do one of his seeing what his growing sons were doing
with their cocks in the middle of the night like he started doing over the
last few nights.  Luck was on out side and that didn't seem to be happening
tonight!  Good!!!!!

Danny jumped down from his bed as nekked as a jay bird and bent over
looking for his shortest cut-offs and sneakers.  I climbed out of my bunk
and slipped my baggy shorts and t-shirt on.

Danny stopped me and asked if I still had on my briefs and if I did, to
leave them here and just wear my shorts.  Another thing to learn...I'm sure
it would make sense later...!

Taking a moment to listen one more time to make sure that our dad's heavy
footsteps weren't padding down the hallway, we scrambled out the window and
scurried across our parking lot and headed the two blocks inland to the
service station parking lot!  It probably took all of ten minutes or so.

As we approached the back lot where the semis were allowed to park as long
as they fueled up when they arrived; that was their ticket for a parking
spot.  Some spent the night in the rig and some actually came to the
motels, like ours, closer to the beach to rent a room and get a hot shower
and sleep in a real bed.  Come to find out, that's how Danny met this truck
driver the first time.  Like a lot of the tourists that he had sex with
under the pier, they were usually one of our motel guests staying there
with their fat wives and litter of kids!  Tickie-Tackies is what we called
them!

I followed Danny real close since this part of the lot wasn't lit...I guess
so the truckers who stayed in their trucks could sleep.  When we got to
this huge Peterbilt backed on the end, my brother tapped on the side of the
driver's door and this bald middle aged dude opened the door and waved us
in!

I'd never been inside one of these long haul eighteen wheeler trucks.  One
of dad's brothers was a long distance driver but we rarely ever saw him and
he told us that he left his rig at the trucking company when he had down
time.  He was a tall and good natured man like our dad.  Apparently, he
loved his job because he hardly ever came by for a visit and was always
sending us cards from all across the US and Canada.  Danny and I would pin
the picture post cards on a large map of North America, that hung on a wall
in our shared bedroom, at the location where the card was postmarked.  It
was getting to the point that we couldn't see the map for the
postcards...and that was neat as all get out!!

Big brother let me go up first so that he could spot me to make sure that I
got up into the cab safely.  Then he followed and he closed the door and we
sat in the dark in the front seats.  I couldn't see no one let alone our
host.

Out of the darkness, all of a sudden the old dude flipped on a low beam
light in the cab behind the driver and passenger seats.  Once my eyeballs
adjusted to the dim light, I could make out what looked like a pretty good
sized mattress, sort of like one you'd find in a camper or something and
some cubby holes that had some books and toiletries and snacks and such
stuff and then in the middle of a sheet or blanket, there was our truck
driver sitting Indian style as nekked as any man could be waiting for us to
join him.

That silly fluttering in the bottom of my gut got a good foothold from just
being there.  Danny must have suspected as much because he laid a hand on
my knee and patted it to reassure me.  I told you he is a great brother.

'THIS HERE'S BUDDY...!  BUDDY SAY 'HI'!...and I did.

'HEY BUDDY, I'M CARL!  GLAD YOU WERE ABLE TO MAKE IT!  DANNY SAID YOU GIVE
SOME REALLY FINE HEAD....!'...said our truck driver with a hand in his lap
and stroking a cock not much longer than Danny's and no where near as
thick...!

Carl had a pot belly and there wasn't an inch on this man that didn't have
a mixture of gray and black hair all over his body.  He laughed for a
minute when he saw me staring at his big ol' belly and told me:

'WHO WANTS A SIX PACK WHEN THEY CAN HAVE A KEG....!?!?!!'...and chuckled so
loud that it almost vibrated around the closed interior of the cab.  I
smiled because I was beginning to like this old guy.  He was kinda nice and
friendly.  I found myself relaxing right away!

Danny stopped patting my knee and pulled off his sneakers and then
unbuttoned his cut-offs and nodded toward me to do likewise...so I did.  He
stopped me when I got to my jockeys.

'YOU GOT OUR CASH!?!?!!?'...Danny asked.

Carl pointed to a ledge next to where my brother was kneeling with his
wrist thick cock rock hard pointing at the old dude.  We both looked over
to that place and I saw what looked like three or four bills folded over.
Danny slipped them into a pocket in his cut-offs and nudged me to finish
taking off my briefs.

Timbo had told me to always make sure that the customer got a good view of
my little boy butt when I struck the deal and began getting out of my
clothes.  He explained that it was a great way to tease them and get their
interest even higher.  So, I made a point of turning my back to Carl and
slowly pulling the elastic waist of those tight white little boy
undershorts down over my skinny pale butt cheeks and then rolling over on
my back and finished kicking them off which gave both Carl and my brother a
good view of my hairless five inch stiffie and walnut sized balls.

I swear that I could hear both of them inhale like they hadn't drawn breath
in a week.  I just smiled and tried to look like it was nothing outrageous
at all!

'BUDDY, WHY DON'T YOU SHOW CARL HOW GOOD YOU CAN SUCK A REAL MAN'S COCK!'

Carl unfolded his legs, sliding them straight out V-shaped positioned which
allowed me free access to his old man's peter.  I crawled up between those
thick thighs and kissed the head of his dick.  He actually shivered and
moaned!  Than was all the encouragement that I was looking for!

Danny slide himself over behind Carl and massaged his hairy back and would
slip a hand around to one of his floppy tits and find the nipple and flip
his forefinger across it every once in a while.  My big brother's legs laid
on either side of Carl's and I'm pretty sure that that fat teen cock was
lined up along of the man's wide ass.

As excited as I was, I kept moving slow with my tongue.  First I bathed
Carl's nuts and would slide up his dick shaft and flick it across his piss
slit.  Then I'd look up at him and smile and he would let his head roll
backwards and close his eyes like he'd passed out or died; except for the
fact that he'd moan and grunt every few seconds like he was hurting or
something!

When I'd go back down to his ball sack, I'd get a whiff of something a
little ripe...like what my jock strap from gym class at school would get to
smell like when I didn't get mom to wash it for me once a week or so.  Not
that I minded it at all....NO WAY!!  Yeah!  it stunk...but it stunk
good...real good!

'CARL, HAVE YOU GOT THAT ASS READY FOR ME!?!?!?!'...I heard my brother ask
him quietly...almost like a whisper with his lips pressed up to Carl's ear.
'OH, YEAH!  I CAN FEEL IT LEAKING ALREADY!  WHY DON'T YOU RAISE UP YOUR
HIPS IF YOU WANT THAT TIGHT HOLE OF YOURS FILLED UP...YOU WANT THAT,
CARL!!!?!!'

With a grunt and using his hands to hoist his hips up and allow Danny to
slide up under his ass and in a short stab and Carl lowering his ass onto
my brother's coke can thick dick, the real fun was about to begin.

I started getting more serious with my sucking Carl's cock.  Since it was
what Danny would later tell me was just average in size, it fit into my
mouth with little problems or hitting that gagging spot in the back of my
throat.  I took it down to his wiry pubic hairs and stayed there for a
minute or two.  Then came back all the way off leaving that peter sloppy
wet and waving in the air while I licked and kissed his nuts again.

I alternated back and forth like that, getting a little faster each time
but making sure that I went all the way down on his old man dick swishing
my tongue all over it.  Carl's groans became deeper and deeper as he ground
his big butt against Danny's lap trying to get the teen's cock up his hole
as far as it would stretch to accommodate the girth.

First of all this position where someone was getting a blow job while being
fucked up the ass was something 'T'-totally new to me!  I started to get
lost in the moment of what was going on and the taste of Carl's rank cock
and his gyrating hips that were grinding hard against my brother's pelvis.
Even Danny was carrying on with that moaning thing that he does when he
gets close to shooting his load.

Carl was getting his nipples pinched, his ass hole stretched, his old man
dick slobbered all over, and had the attention of two young boys!  This man
had thought he had died and gone to heaven.  It was pretty obvious by the
way he was holding my head down to the root hairs of his crotch that he was
completely absorbed in something better than Christmas...no doubt!!!

Without any warning at all, Carol flooded my throat with several powerful
squirts of old man juice that tasted like the beer that Danny and I had
shared one day when we found a unopened can left by a vacationer in their
motel room.  It wasn't that it was all that bad, just unexpected.  So, in
one way, I was glad that most of it shot down my gullet and I didn't have
to taste too much of it!

Besides, my head was doing that fuzzy loopy thing so I didn't really care
one way or the other anyway.  Carl let my head up off of his pulsating cock
and I pulled back for a moment to catch my breath and once I was out of the
way, he rolled over on his side leaving Danny's fat peter sticking straight
up with Danny's juices stuck to it like syrup on an ice cream sundae.

Guess who was hungry...!?!?!?!  Danny was breathing hard and fast and
trying to regain his bearing after nearly being squashed by Carl's big
butt, so I just crept up real slow to where my brother was sitting there
spread eagle and swallowed that sticky mess down as far as my young throat
would allow.  My brother jerked a few more times firing off the last couple
of globs of peter pudding past my tonsils.

I believe that I also got my first real taste of what cum and specks of
slimy old man butt goo tasted like!  Again, nothing that I thought was all
that bad, but then I was flying so high from the lust of the moment and my
senses were so out of this world high, I couldn't really tell what much of
anything really looked like or tasted like or whether I was touching or
being touched.  Every cell of my being was electrified...and I was about as
happy was I could ever remember!

'WELL, I'LL BE DAMNED!!!  THE LITTLE FUCKER IS EATING YOUR SHITTY COCK!
DAN, IT LOOKS LIKE YOU'VE GOT A REAL FINE COCKSUCKER TO PARTY WITH...!
DAMN, BOY!  CLEAN UP YOUR BROTHER'S DIRTY DICK WITH YOUR
TONGUE...GEEEEZZZZUUUUUSSS!!!'

After a minute or two, Danny pulled his cock away from my lapping tongue
and rubbed the top of my head in much of the same way he done in patting my
knee before we got started to bring me back to earth.  I sat back up and
looked around like I was waking up and noticed that Danny was putting on
his cut-offs and looking for his sneakers.

'GET READY TO GO, BUDDY!  WE NEED TO HEAD BACK HOME!'

I pulled up my shorts and my t-shirt while noticing that Carl was stretched
out across his mattress with his head propped up on a couple of pillows
watching us get dressed.  He was still nekked, so after I got my sneakers
on, I leaned over and kissed the head of his cock in the same way that I
had when I had begun giving him head.

'HEY DANNY....!'...and he throw something wadded up across the cab in my
brother's direction.

Danny caught it and slipped it in his pocket and thanked Carl for the tip!

Tip!?!?!?!?!  We got a tip...really!!?!?!?!  WOWOWOWOW!...and I gave Carl a
thank you also...and we left the cab of the eighteen wheeler and headed
back home!

*THERE'S A LOT MORE TO BUDDY'S HOT STEAMY SUMMER!  DON'T FORGET THAT NIFTY
IS POSSIBLE BECAUSE OF DONATIONS; SO IF YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER AND HAVE
AN EXTRA BUCK OR TWO, REMEMBER OUR BUDDIES HERE AT NIFTY

SHEP: shep0454@yahoo.com







SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER TWELVE

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

We didn't get much further than about a block away from the service station
parking lot and Carl's rig, when who should be standing over by one of the
closed souvenir shops waiting for us was Danny's pal Timbo who had taught
me all the in and outs about how to sexually please these older men on
vacation here at Myrtle Beach.

Danny didn't seem to be all that surprised as they greeted each other with
back slaps and laughter and a little bragging on our part from my big
brother; especially about how well I had sucked the old trucker's dick.  I
just stood there and shuffled the sand around where it butts up against the
sidewalk and grinned at their poking some good natured barbs my way!

It seems that I'd earned my place in the club of summer cocksuckers for pay
for the poor old working married men who come here with their families each
summer in the 70s. They are looking for what their ugly old ladies won't do
anymore and we would.  That way, these old dudes can still tell the wives
that 'no dear, I've not been with another woman since I married you'...and
not have to lie!

Timbo said that he'd run into Carl earlier and that he had said that we
were coming by his eighteen wheeler tonight to party...that's what they
called it: 'partying!'...yeah, that would sound about right, I guess!  All
I know is that I had a great time!

Timbo mentioned that he thought that a regular group that wants to get
together this weekend at their rental beach house asked if he and Danny
would be available.  He told them that he'd check but didn't think it would
be a problem.  He also asked if they'd like another 'boy' to come with
them.  It didn't seem to matter to them and that they'd be willing to throw
an extra fifty into the pot to 'cover our expenses'!

Danny looked over at me and smiled real big and winked: 'WELL, WHAT ABOUT
IT BUDDY, DO YOU THINK YOU'RE READY FOR ABOUT SIX OR SEVEN OF THE OLD DUDES
AT ONE TIME!!?!?!'

I couldn't believe that they were meaning that I would be the third 'boy'!
'SURE!!!  DO YOU THINK I'M READY, DANNY!?!?!?!!  I DID ALRIGHT TONIGHT,
DIDN'T I!?!?!?!'

'YOU SURE DID...HELL, WE EVEN GOT A TIP DIDN'T WE!  YEAH, IT'D BE FUN TO
HAVE YOU THERE!  WE'LL JUST NEED TO BE CAREFUL GETTING OUT OF THE APARTMENT
THERE AT THE MOTEL, BUT YEAH, LET'S MAKE IT HAPPEN!'

Danny told Timbo that we'd do our best to be there Friday night.  There was
some talk about some 'fur' being there also and Danny said he'd prepare me
to go along with it but that he didn't want me directly involved.
Everything was set up but we needed to get home, so we said our good byes
and headed on to the motel.

Once we were back in our bunks, Danny counted out how much money that Carl
had paid us.  First of all, he said that the first bundle was the agreed
upon amount of $20 each for the blow and fuck.  Then he told me that the
'tip' had been an extra five bucks for each of us!  WOW!!!  This was good
money for back during a decade of gas rationing and an economy in the South
that had people working in textile mills for not much more than a livable
wage and without union representation.

I dropped off to sleep that night happier that I could ever remember.  I
had the taste of a trucker's cum on my tongue...my fifteen year old
brother's respect and acceptance as being part of something that the older
boys were only doing before tonight...and then to have made more money than
what I could ever imagine spending...in a lifetime from my eleven year old
perspective!  WOW!!!

Over the next few days, Danny and I went about our assigned chores by our
dad here around the motel that our folks managed.  One night, Danny went
out for an hour or so to work under the pier on the beach, sucking the old
married men's cocks for a few bucks each.

The next night, he let me go also but I had to 'spot him' by sitting far up
under where the pylons of the pier meet the shoreline in the darkest
section and watch out for problems.  But more importantly, to keep picking
up pointers about how to make sure that I was learning how to please these
old guys.  I was a good student!

It was this second night that at one point, he'd nod for me to join the
tourist and himself in that are where there was more moonlight shining
through the boards of the pier's deck.  While he licked the hairy ass of
the old guy, I got to suck his cock.  Since it wasn't all that thick and
fit easily down my throat, I got to practice on going all the way to the
ball sack.  I had a great time and from the way the old dude gushed out his
creamy load and moaned and carried on, evidently he did too!!

Friday, Danny told me to meet him behind the maintenance shed after lunch
while dad was gone to run an errand inland.  This way he could fill me in
on what to expect with my first 'party' tonight with him and Timbo and
maybe about six older men.

He said that as far as he knew that I wasn't to be fucked but was to only
suck the cocks of anyone who wanted it while he and Timbo put on a 'show'
with each other and with any of the 'hosts'!  He told me that when I got my
little boy butt cherry busted that we were going to make a lot of money
from that.  His plan whenever we got the money offered for busting my
cherry that we would try to make sure it was just him and me and one other
dude.  That way, he could make sure that everything went well for me for my
first time.

Danny still didn't know that dad had already fucked me a few weeks before;
but again, the whole idea was so the old guy 'thought' that he was busting
my cherry!  So, I left it as it was.  I may be inexperienced but I ain't
dumb!!

Then Danny mentioned that 'fur' thing that Timbo brought up the other
night.  He said that he'd seen it once when he and Timbo did a party at the
first of summer but that he didn't try it then but had wanted to ever
since.  Timbo had seemed to like it a lot and had told him that it felt
amazing so he figured why not!  And he knew that Timbo had made a great tip
that night and that's what it was all about anyway...right!?!?!?!

My brother beat around the bush about what this 'fur' thing was about and
never actually told me what it was exactly.  He told me to not let it gross
me out, that it wasn't all that anyway and to just go with whatever
happened.  Danny reassured me that he had my back and wouldn't let anything
too wild happen...especially to me!  So, who am I to complain...besides, so
far, I'd loved sucking and having sex...even if I still didn't have any
idea of whether I'd 'shed my cracker' yet...or not!

'HEY!!!  WHY AREN'T YOU GUYS WORKING AT YOUR CHORES!!!'

Dad must have come back sooner that what either of us had thought!

'WE JUST FINISHED UP DOING A TRASH RUN.  BUDDY WAS ON HIS WAY BACK TO HELP
OL' RUBY STOCK UP FOR THE WEEKEND.'...Danny explained while moving back
toward the second floor guest rooms to haul dirty laundry to the wash room.

'WELL, HOLD BACK A MOMENT DAN, I'VE GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU TO DO!  GO ON,
BUDDY, MAKE SURE THAT OL' RUBY HAS THE LINEN ROOM STOCKED.'...so l kept
going toward the laundry and Danny turned around and went into the shed.

If curiosity killed the cat, I was about to become a dead kitty!!!  I did
go to the laundry and stuck my head in the door and told Ol' Ruby that I
needed to go back to the shed and that I would be back in a minute.  She
shook her head and rolled off one of those hearty laughs that made working
with her joyful and a good time.  She waved me on and went back to singing
her native island songs that competed with the noise of the washers and the
dryers and a couple of big fans for dominance in the room.

I circled around to the back of the maintenance shed where there a
relatively high window that was at just the right height so that my eyes
were barely able to peak into the room.  There leaning over the tool bench
with the paint cans and scrap wood pushed to one side was my father bent
over it with his work pants and worn boxers around his ankles and my
brother's tongue buried up his ass hole.

My old man's ass was gyrating against Danny's face and he was groaning like
he was discovering the meaning of life.  Now I knew that he'd discovered
this kind of joy before since I'd caught them doing pretty much the same
thing not a couple of weeks ago in one of the guest rooms.

With a practiced move, Danny raised himself up from the squatting position
he had assumed to lick our dad's pucker and with little more prep than
that, slid his cock, which looked to be about the size of an aerosol can,
straight to the balls in that spit slick shitter.

Dad shook and shuddered like he was having a fit!

'DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMNNNNNN!!!!'...was the low note of satisfaction
that dad provided to acknowledge how good having the fat assed cock of his
eldest son plow his pooter yet again....and that's exactly what Danny did.
He was like a wild man.  I almost would have thought that he was mad or
getting back at dad for something!  But I knew my brother better than
that....he's not made like that!

Danny used so much force to thrust his hips against our father's skinny ass
that it actually lifted our old man up on his tip toes every time that
their flesh collided.  It was brutal in one way to watch...and then
excitingly amazing in another.

It was about this time that I realized that dad seemed to want this kind of
savage ass pounding and from what I could see of the stiffness of his long
slender cock bouncing and swinging beneath the tool bench table top, there
was little doubt of it either.

There came a steady 'UMPH!!!!...UMPH!!!!....UMPH!!!!....UMPH!!!!'...from
both of them in their own cadences...until dad came to a dead stop and
started blasting wave after wave of his baby makers...the same seed that
had made me and Danny...all over the floor and under the table top of the
tool bench like some kind of one of those water sprinklers for the lawns
around here at Myrtle Beach around the residential areas.  WOWOWOWOW!!!

The 'UMPHing' stopped as did the groans and moans and it was replaced with
a wide eyed stare and frozen expression of gritting his teeth as his cock
continued to pulsate and fire its creamy ammunition.  Danny pulled out with
little fanfare and just back away while pulling up his denim cut-offs and
tried to slow his rapid breathing.  Even so, it was quite apparent that my
brother's cock was still angry and swollen and doubtful as to whether it
had released its teen load.

'GO ON BOY!  YOU'VE DONE RIGHT GOOD....I'LL SEE YOU AT SUPPER!'...and that
was Danny's cue to leave and give dad a moment or two to get his shit
together...while enjoying the throbbing feeling that was part of that kind
of vigorous fucking!!!.  But...WOW!!

'LITTLE BROTHER, YOU'VE GOT TO STOP THIS SPYING ON PEOPLE!!'...I almost
jumped out of my skin!  There stood Danny motioning me to come away from
the shed's window and follow him.

I was sort of wild with that fluttery rushy feeling that I get when I want
to play around sexually or even to rub my little peter against the sheets
on my bunk.  As we got to the first row of guest rooms, I offered to clean
up Danny's dick with my tongue and take his load...!

This made him laugh and do that head rubbing thing that he reserved just
for me and told me that he was saving it for tonight at the party, but
thanked me for the offer...and he laughed good naturedly again and pushed
me toward where Ol' Ruby was waiting for me to deliver linens and supplies
to the various storage areas throughout the motel.

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

That night at supper, if mom mentioned once it had to be a dozen times that
dad looked tired and asked him if he was feeling well!  Danny and I were
pretty sure why he was so wiped out after his savage fucking by his fifteen
year old son's fire hydrant shaped cock...from what I'd seen through the
maintenance shed's window, that would definitely be my guess!!

Dad would just look up from his plate of country fried steak and smile
sheepishly at mom and say he was fine...just needed a good night's sleep!
No doubt!!!

Later in our bedroom waiting for our folks to go to bedroom so that we
could leave by the window and meet Timbo for the 'party' with the old men
tonight, Danny told me that one of the reasons that he'd fucked dad up the
ass so hard and vigorously was for that very reason of making sure that
he'd be too tired to do a bed check on us and find us gone!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!!...well, it sure seemed to work!  Our father was
dropping off to sleep and snoring while we were still up watching TV with
them...!  I doubted that he made it through the late news!

...and true to his prediction, fairly soon after we went to bed, we heard
his distinct snoring moving down the hallway and into his and mom's
bedroom.

With that raspy nasal mating call drifting through the apartment there
behind the motel office that our parents ran on Myrtle Beach back in the
seventies, we jumped into our shorts and sneakers and exited out the window
and across the motel parking lot to where Timbo was waiting for us!

This was going to be my first group sex job.  Timbo, the seventeen year old
buddy of my big brother's had taught me the ropes of how to please these
older men sexually who came on vacation in the summers with their families
to our beach.  He had set up this 'party' with some of the regulars who
like to meet in one of their beach rental homes so that it would be more
private and a lot more secure than the usual sex for money that happened
under the pier at night!

My fifteen year old brother had found me following him at night and spying
on him sucking and getting fucked for money under the pier.  After a few
weeks, he agreed to let me do a 'threesome', another new term that I
learned for what we did that night, with a trucker in the cab of an
eighteen wheeler where we even got a tip for meeting his needs.

After that, I would watch out for Danny while he sucked off the married
guys under the pier and every once in a while, he'd bring me in and let me
suck the old dude's dick to make a few dollars.  Even though Danny let some
of them put their peter's up his butt hole, he and Timbo wanted me to wait
and see if we couldn't get some serious money for my eleven year old cherry
butt hole.  Although my dad had already busted it a few weeks ago, they
weren't aware of that and in the scope of things, really didn't matter as
long as the old man who paid the big bucks thought that I was virgin,
everything would be good!

Our motel was at the end of the where the boardwalk and beach motels were
located.  So the 'party' house wasn't but a couple of blocks on down and in
the residential area.  Nice place and was one of those new places where the
side of the house facing the shore was mostly all glass!  Tonight it was
lit up and a couple of the old guys were on the deck overlooking the beach
having a drink and sharing what looked like a cigarette...or something!

Timbo went on up the steps to the side entrance and knocked on the door.
Once the door was answered, he flashed his goofy friendly smile and
indicated that we had finally arrived.  A tall lean muscled older dude
waved us on in and told us to make ourselves at home.

The main room was huge and open to the galley kitchen and had what they
call a conversation pit with overstuffed seating and pillows everywhere.
There was a bar set up in front of one of the plate glass windows that went
from the pine floor to the open second floor ceiling!  It was like being in
a vast cavern...!  There were lamps everywhere and knic-knacks of all
kinds.

Not counting the two guys on the deck, there were four lounging around
inside; mostly sitting on the large conversation sofas.  All of them were
dressed in light colored tailored shorts and linen shirts or loud printed
button up shirts with either sandals or loafers on their feet.  The 'host'
who greeted us at the door, was the only one running around in a long
cotton belted robe...and what appeared to be nothing underneath.

Now, for all practical purposes, I'm a fairly normal kind of kid who will
be twelve next month and like most young boys, I'm crazy about dogs...!!!
I'd always wanted one...or a litter even but mom and dad didn't think it
would be a good fit there at the motel...especially, since we didn't own
the property and only managed it for a big corporation.

There laying on a furry kind of rug in the middle of all that fluffy
seating was a couple of the biggest labs that I'd ever seen; one black and
one yellow!....just like the one in the Disney movie and the book!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!  Of course I inched my way over to where they
laid and knelt down and rubbed their well groomed coats!  Shoot!!!  To be
able to spend some time with these good beasts, I'd almost pay the old guys
instead of them paying me!

Danny and Timbo circulated around the room talking with each of the old
guys and actually accepted a beer each which they took a couple of big
swigs from!  WOW!!  Now I'd figured that Danny had drank one or two since
it wasn't odd to find whatever part of a case that was left behind in the
guest rooms at the motel that the college guys rented when they came to the
beach for spring break or during the summer.  I'd even had a sip or two,
but just didn't cotton to the taste at all.  Oh, well!

Since Timbo and Danny were both wearing really tight super short cut-offs
and nothing else, their cocks and balls made huge bulges in the crotch
areas and several of the old dudes would grab a handful and look them in
the eyes and give them a leering kind of look.  Both of the teenagers would
just stand there and push back into the man's hand and smile with promise!

It was about this time that the host started turning off this lamp or
another and dimming the three or four that were still on and moving about
the room making sure that everyone had a drink or something so that the
party could get started.  Most of everyone sort of left me alone or at the
least, would come by where me and the labs were playing and smile down at
me and/or say 'hi' and would move on.  Almost like they were uncomfortable
with having someone as young as me there...but they had agreed to it and I
had NO plans of going anywhere!

The two dudes from the deck came in through one of the sliding doors and
for the first time I noticed that they were nekked...and seemed to have
pretty good sized peters...that were already half hard.  Even the dogs
looked in their direction and seemed to notice their lack of clothing!

Danny got my attention and nodded to me to go over to where the nekked
dudes were now sitting on a couple of bar stools and share my special
talent with them.  He and Timbo dropped their cut-offs to the floor and
kicked off their sneakers and walked to the center of the room and struck a
couple of wide legged stances that showcased their dicks and big balls.
The other men sitting on the sofas unzipped their shorts and hauled out
their dick and balls and began stroking them in a rhythm that foretold what
the 'party' was just beginning!

I reached the guys on the stools and didn't have to lean over much at all
to start licking and tongue washing their sizable rods and nut sacks!
Their moans and sharp in-takes of breathe told me that I was meeting their
initial expectations.

Danny had told me not to worry about payment; that Timbo would handle all
of that and we would divide it all after we left.  All I was to do was suck
cocks and use my mouth and hands only.  He had been right also, all my
awkward fear stuff seemed to go away while patting and rubbing the labs
both of which liked to try and lick where the crotch of my shorts covered
my five inch stiff peter.  It tickled through the material of the shorts.

While going back and forth between the two cocks that I was still teasing,
I'd look over my shoulder occasionally to check on Danny.  By this time, he
and Timbo were kneeling in front of a couple of the men on the sofa sucking
and/or rimming whoever seemed the most needy at the moment.  The old guys
who weren't receiving immediate attention would reach over to one of the
other old guys and jack that guy's dick!  Everything seemed fairly normal
for what I could tell.

One of my dudes asked me to take off my shorts of which I did...very slowly
and making sure that they got to see how my tight white jockey briefs were
stretched out in the front with my hard little boy cock.  He reached down
and rubbed in through the cotton fabric and groaned real deep.  Then with a
deftness of movement that sort of surprised me, he grabbed my head and
forced his long thin cock into my open mouth and past that gagging place in
the back of my throat.

I guess I should have been scared a bit by how aggressive that move was,
but I was so amazed at the fact that his long dick fit so easily down my
gullet that I really didn't care.  So I began sucking like his cock was a
straw buried into one of the thickest milk shakes that I'd ever known.  He
went absolutely ape shit...and we both began having a really good time.

His friend on the stool next to him decided to get up and sprawled himself
onto the wood floor and made sure that his head and mouth found it's way to
my jockey covered peter.  He placed his mouth directly over where it was
pushing against the cotton material and licked and sucked with a gentleness
that felt more like a massage than a lustful act.  HECK!  if I cared...all
I knew was that it felt great!  I literally moaned around the shaft of the
other guy's dick that was lodged in my throat!

All of a sudden, I heard Timbo let out a yelp that sounded like it was
almost painful and then he was gurgling and gagging on whoever's dick that
he had been sucking!

I tried pulling off the dick that I was sucking but the old guy just held
my head down just a little more firmly; so I knew that my bulked up fifteen
year old brother would watch out for Timbo as much as he would me; so I
tried not to worry too much about what I couldn't see.  Besides, Danny told
me that he'd have my back...so I went back to the work of making sure that
this guy's cock got a good sucking!

In the back ground, I heard several of the men making strange comments and
some low whistles and a few...'WELL, I'LL BE DAMNED!!!  LOOK AT THAT WON'T
YA!!...'...and what sounded like good natured laughing.  What was really
kind of weird about all this good time kind of goings on was that soon it
turned to lustful moans and deep voiced guttural commands to encouraging
whatever action that was going on.

'GOOD BOY...NOW THERE'S A REAL GOOD BOY!  GO ON AND FUCK HIM!!

YEAH, MAKE HIM YOUR BITCH BOY!

DAMN!  CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS...I WOULDN'T HAVE UNLESS I' HADN'T SEEN IT FOR
MYSELF!

JEZZZZZZUS GAWD...BOY!!!  I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW BIG THAT BEAST'S DICK
IS...ALMOST AS BIG AS THE NEGRO BOY'S DICK....I WONDER IF HE EVER WONDERED
WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE TO BE FUCKED WITH A ROD THAT BIG........!!

MAN-OH-MAN....NEVER SAW ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE...WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!....'

 Ah, Okay!  I get it now!  Someone must be fucking Timbo up the ass with a
big cock.  I'd sucked Timbo before and yep! his dick was the biggest that
I'd ever tried to fit into my mouth.  It had almost made my jaw sore to
suck it for very long at all.  No wonder Timbo was carrying on so...now it
made sense.

Then out of the blue, I heard what sounded like Danny was trying to scream
around whoever's dick that he had stuffing his windpipe!  I pulled back
from the grip on my head and off his cock so quick that it knocked him off
his stool and left him scrambling to regain his balance.  The guy under my
crotch with his tongue slipping inside one of the leg openings of my briefs
was now left with his tongue darting around in the air.

I had turned completely around to face where the sofas were and couldn't
believe what my eyes saw: the yellow lab was trying to jump off of Timbo's
back but couldn't...and I didn't have a real idea yet as to why.  Timbo was
just laying across the lap of one of the old guys lapping at the man's
balls while the dude was jacking his dick like a piston in the cylinder of
Richard Petty's Number 42 at Daytona.

But it was Danny that caused me to have my first real moment of terror for
the first time since I'd started spying on him under the pier and actually
doing some of the sex stuff that I'd seen him do to make money.  Nope, this
was crazy new!!!

My weight lifting high school football linebacker brother was being stabbed
by the black labs incredibly large canine cock!!!  It was angry red. The
dog had somehow leaped up on my brother's back and was clenching his paws
around Danny's chest and hips while trying to find entrance into his teen
age asshole.  The old guy holding Danny's head down on his cock wouldn't
let my brother up for even a breathe.

The host, who was sitting on the floor beside Danny, reached under where
the black lab was stabbing my brother's backside and with a slight nudge
helped the dog find Danny's pucker and it speared his ass like a knife
through hot butter.  My big brother started coughing and gagging around
that throat choker and the old man finally let him raise his head off of
his cock.

Danny began hacking and spitting trying to get a good breathe and kept
moaning; 'OH...OH...OH...OH...OH...OH...OH...'...in a regular kind of low
cadence like his mind had skipped out on what was happening to him and he
was simply lost in whatever sensations that was going on deep up inside
this guts.

My two old guys sidled up beside me, each grabbing a different arm and
making sure that I didn't interfere with the entertainment that was being
provided by the two labs and my brother and his friend.  The dude on my
right slowly brought my mouth back down to his throbbing cock and I figured
that I'd better not disappoint him so I compromised and laid my head on his
thigh and licked his shaft and balls which started producing those
satisfied moans from him that I had come to recognize as a 'job well done'!

The old dude on my left took his right hand and slipped it down the back of
my jockeys and into the crack of my young butt cheeks and teased my little
pucker hole.  His left arm reached across his lap and into my crotch and
went back to rubbing my five inches through the cloth.  Not bad...whatever
made him happy was fine by me.

Timbo's yellow lab had finally found a way to turn away from the teen's
back but still seemed attached to him in some way.

'OH MY GAWD!!!'...one of the men on the sofa said...'THE DOG HAS KNOTTED UP
WITH HIS ASSHOLE!  TOO MUCH...THIS IS SIMPLY WILD, BRUCE!  WAY TOO
MUCH!'...as he laughed which told all of us that he didn't think it was
'too much' but more of one of the wildest times he'd ever known.

One of the old guys on the sofa who wasn't satisfied with one of the other
old dudes who was being attended to by Danny and who was jacking his rather
fat cock, dropped to his knees behind the host.  The man pushed the host
over the cushions of the sofa beside where my brother was bent over and
shoved that thick cock into the back door of our host with one fell swoop.
He began pile driving that manhole as if he had a sacred mission.  It was a
sight to behold.

Our host propped himself up on his forearms there on the sofa and didn't
really register much of a reaction at having something the size of a quart
can of motor oil shoved up his ass wasn't such a big deal at all.  >From
his age, I'd venture a guess that it wasn't!

The old dude's body, that Timbo was gagging on, went rigid and he roared a:
'I'M CUMMING...'...and apparently did just that as evidenced by the white
creamy load that was leaking out of Timbo's mouth since he was so out of it
that he didn't even register the fact that he should be swallowing
something.

The old man's cock that I was lapping at with my tongue and occasionally
sliding down my throat started that shivering and jerking thing that guys
sometimes do when their blast off is about to begin.  His white steam man
pudding flowed, notice I didn't say anything about spurting or squirting or
anything like that!

No, this dude's juice appeared to come out in a continuous 'flow' of white
cream and did so all over where my tongue and head where on his thigh
receiving a good amount of it on my face.  I let it drip down into my open
mouth. Not bad...not bad at all!

Danny's lab had held onto his back after he finished thrusting his doggy
dick into my brother's ass.  The dog would look around and he took a
protective stance as if he was guarding his bitch from anyone bothering
them until the lab was finished.

The 'OH' that Danny had started after the host fed the lab's dick up the
fifteen year old's pooter had become one long, continuous
'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH' and no longer sounded like it was a cry of
apprehension but more of a sigh of a resolution of the highest pleasure
that one can imagine.

The old dude to my left finally found my little boy hole and slipped his
finger to the last knuckle inside and slowly moved it back and forth
rubbing some 'feel good' bump just past the entry.  It felt so good that I
moved onto all fours and would push back on his hand in time with each
thrust.  This seemed to make him very pleased to receive this kind of
cooperation from this little kid still dressed in his little boy white
jockey briefs so he moved his left hand in his own lap and started fucking
his fist for all it was worth.  His happy ending wasn't far off at all!!

The dude fucking the host grunted several times heartily and pulled his
thick cock out of the old man's ass which once in sight everyone was
treated to the sight of the fucker's heavy load running out of that slack
hole and down his thighs onto the hardwood floor.  I don't think the Host
ever even got hard the whole night...never that I saw anyway!

Danny's black lab dropped from his back and lapped at Danny's bitch hole a
few times and then returned to his spot where i found him when we'd arrived
that evening.  Once in his resting position, the lab raised his back leg
and gave himself a good tongue washing to clean up all of my brother's ass
juices off of his deflating doggy dick.

I was mesmerized!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Timbo's old dude had gotten up once he had unloaded down Timbo's throat and
left the main room, I heard what sounded like a shower running somewhere in
the back of the house.  The dude who had cum all over my face must have
left with him because I didn't see him beside me anymore!

The old guy fucking his fist and the one the was still trying to throat
fuck my big brother both got off about the same time.  I don't even know if
Danny even knew that he was choking on old man cum or not!  His eyes were
barely open and his breathing was slow and regular and his body was as limp
as that proverbial dish rag that everyone talks about.

My remaining old dude took his spurting cock and aimed it at my face and
this time I dipped down and took it into the back of my mouth and let it
dump its load.  It was the sweetest tasting cum that I'd ever had!  YUM!!!
The old guy started twisting and jerking like I'd had electrified him.

'TOO SENSITIVE...AH!  DAMN, IT'S TOO
SENSITIVE....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!...'...and he pulled my mouth off his
limp cock and his finger out of my pulsating pooter.  My little peter was
throbbing until it almost hurt.  There on the outside of where my dickhead
was trying to poke through, was a small glob of liquid soaking through the
white cotton cloth.

Was this my 'cracker'....had I finally 'shed my cracker'!!?!!?!...I still
had not clue...and for the moment I didn't really care!

Timbo's yellow lab had pulled out of his asshole with a audible 'POOP'ing
sound and did exactly the same thing that Danny's black lab did which was
lick at the boy's freshly fucked hole and then retreat to where the other
dog was laying!  Timbo fell back on his haunches with his eight or nine
inch Afro-American, as he liked to be referred to as, rod pointing to the
ceiling and literally vibrating in its need for release.

Well, Danny wasn't much good at the moment since he was still sprawled out
across the sofa in a limp stupor, so the host, who had taken a seat next to
where my brother was deep breathing, nodded toward me to come over.  It was
apparent what he wanted me to do.........!

I crawled, leaving my last old dude sitting on the floor, and found a place
there on the floor beside Timbo and leaned over his lap and swallowed his
thick black dick as far down as my throat would stretch.  I believe that I
gave my brother's friend and my teacher the best blow job of my young
career and a paid cocksucker.

The host obviously was enjoying my enthusiasm at sucking this huge cock as
his attitude and desire became obvious for the first time tonight, To prove
how much he was enjoying my efforts, he sprouted a nice boner of his own.

'YES...YES!!!  THAT'S WHAT I WAS HOPING TO SEE!!!  THAT LITTLE MOUTH
STUFFED WITH NEGRO DICK!!  OH, YES....!...and our host slid off the sofa
and behind my spent brother and started fucking him in the same hole that
the dog had just dumped a load of canine cum in!

Danny just moaned........................and began to push back to meet the
host's thrusts!  My big brother was going to be OK!!!

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER FOURTEEN

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

Once outside and walking the beach here at Myrtle late that night after
participating in my first sex 'party' with my big brother and his seventeen
year old friend as 'performers' for six middle aged men...and a couple of
labs, all three of us moved as if in a trance.

Both of the older teens had been mounted by the dogs...and I still couldn't
fathom the reality of what I'd seen.  I lost count of how many cocks I'd
sucked, balls I'd licked, and how many fingers had fucked my eleven year
old cherry....well, cherry for the future business plan of selling it for
the highest bidder.

There wasn't a bit of conversation or discussion among us as we moved
toward the motel that my folk's managed.  The late July ocean breeze was
fresh and refreshing and helped retain the feeling that what we'd
accomplished tonight was a true rare experience that will last with me for
as long as I live.

Very soon, Danny and I were at the entrance of the motel driveway and Timbo
gave each of us our cut of the money that we'd earned tonight.  Although my
brother said that we could trust him, we were in the room when the host
paid him and they reviewed the accounting that was agreed upon before we
ever showed up.

Yet strangely, I didn't really give a hoot about the money; not tonight!
UH-UH...not tonight!  I was still processing so much about the experience.
The money I would deal with tomorrow; right now was for relishing the
moments that I had just been apart of!  For right now, that was enough!

Danny offered me my money.  I just walked past him toward our bedroom
window and started hoisting my ass through it.  He stuffed both of our
wages into his cut-off pocket and followed me through it.

Clothes off and we fell into our respective bunks.  Very soon, I heard
Danny's soft steady breathing that I knew to be his method of floating off
to dreamland.  Good for him.

My mind went back to the beach house down in the residential area at the
end of the tourist area where the boardwalk and the Pavilion ended.  Where
we three young boys provided these older men a trip back to a time when
they were our ages, or a little older, and when the sex was easy and
exciting.

Even at my young age and inexperience in sucking cock for pay, I was coming
to realize the 'why' behind it all...and that was OK!  It made sense and so
it was OK for me to do it...besides the fact that I really enjoyed the sex
part of it; really enjoyed it!

My memory was locked onto what happened after the dogs finished with Timbo
and Danny and the host shoved his sizable cock up my fifteen year old
brother's doggy cum filled ass and I was sucking our friend's large black
cock for the host's pleasure to watch and taking his creamy load into my
belly.  All of this should have been enough for any first timer to need to
embrace and own.

But nooooooooooooooo!  it was what happened next that was overloading
whatever capacity that I had for accepting what might be possible let alone
ever imagining that anyone would do these things.

I had just tried to swallow Timbo's huge load and was sitting back on my
haunches and turned my head toward where the host had just pulled his cock
out of my brother's butt hole.  The older man's cock was as long as Timbo's
but nowhere as thick.  It was coated with ass juices and dog cum and
whatever had leaked out of the host's dick as he fucked Danny!...and he was
reared back and waving that gunky covered pucker poker toward my face.

With no word spoken or direction given; with no 'pretty please' or
'there'll be something extra in the tip for ya or a threat of any kind to
take away my freedom of willingly choosing to go down on this slimy drippy
dick!  My innate need to clean it with my tongue and my mouth and test and
see how far I could push it pass my gagging place in the back of my throat
was all my need saw!

So that's exactly what I did...until he provided me his second load of
musky old man cream.  It ran down my gullet and around the corners of my
mouth and down my chin to his hardwood floors.  I made another unconscious
decision not to waste even that which was puddling on the floor; so I bent
over and lapped it up in much the same way the labs would have.  And it was
good!

The host stood up and offered me his hand so that I could stand also.
Danny and Timbo sat on the overstuffed sofa and simply stared wide eyed at
what I had just did.  Timbo nudged my brother with his elbow in a 'can you
believe that' kind of way.  All the other older guests of the 'party' had
long ago wandered down the hallway off of the main room toward what was
probably the guest bed rooms and hadn't reappeared since then.

This much older man of whom I had just sucked his stanky dick, placed his
large hand on my back and guided me toward the stairs which we climbed to
the open loft bedroom above.  Danny and Timbo followed without invitation
but with knowing expectation to do so.

Once we ascended to the loft above, the first thing I noted was the
spectacular view from the plate glass facade that this height allowed which
encompassed an incredible expanse of the Atlantic Ocean.  This amazing
sight alone helped ground me and center my head as I inhaled an immensely
deep breathe for the first time in a very long time since arriving at this
house.

The loft was sparsely furnished.  A king sized bed on a platform box thing
in the middle of the open space with no head or foot boards to indicate
north or south or east or west.  There were a few ottomans and low tables
here and there with several fluffy covers and pillows tossed about as well.
the only artificial light in the area was behind the two half walls on
either side at the back of the loft.  Behind one was a closet/dressing area
and the other a large open shower and long vanity with a cubby where the
toilet was.

Our host motioned for Danny and Timbo to go on and take a shower which they
did with little hesitation.  After they were under the hot spray of the
several jets of water, soaping up their bodies with foamy lather that
suggested a teasing kind of view of their semi erect cocks and the curves
of their butts and the cut of their chests.  Although I was quite familiar
with both of their young bodies, it still caught my attention as to how
attractive they both were like this.

The whole side that was the bath area was fully tiled.  The host and I
arrived there a few moments later and stood and watched the peep show.
When the two teen aged boys rinsed themselves and found a couple of
exceptionally big towels and moved into the area of the loft where the bed
was centered, the older man and I entered the still almost too hot water
and stood there to allow the spray to bathe us from head to toe.  Another
level of relaxation was obtained.  I was at ease.

With a large hand on the top of my head, I knelt before our host where his
long limp cock swayed between those thinly muscled legs.  He held my head
and tilted it backward and stated that he needed my mouth.

I obediently opened it and extended my tongue expecting to provide him the
oral service that I had successfully performed for him not thirty minutes
ago.  But when I tried to lean forward to take his fat dickhead in my
mouth, he stopped me with his still present hand on the top of my head and
a low yet stern: 'NO!'...!

In making that declaration and with my mouth still open and receptive, his
other hand lifted this lengthy cock and aimed it toward my tongue and face.
With no further delay, the host hosed my mouth with a steady stream of
piss.  Although very surprised to the point of having the initial splash of
it's entry strangling me a bit from the unexpectedness of such a thing, I
recovered quickly.

Danny and Timbo came over to the half wall and watched as I began trying to
swallow as much of this warm pee and gurgling on it and even spitting it
back on the cock that delivered it to me.  The old man knew that by
spitting his golden liquid wasn't a rejection but my finding a playfulness
in yet another new experience.  His lustful leer staring down at me slowly
incorporated a sneer of a smile or recognizing my young lustful spirit in
finding the pleasure in sex with a man...way before I had 'shed my cracker'
which was apparent to all.

His fountain of piss lasted for several minutes.  He'd direct it toward my
open mouth and tongue and then downward toward my hard five inches and
across my boyish chest and then back across my face...eyes shut.  Too soon,
it began to lessen and would come in spurts and we made a game out of this
too.

When he finished and squeezed the last few drops directly down my throat,
he pulled me up by my shoulders and began washing my flesh with that same
thick lathery soap that the other two boys had enjoyed.  The scent was like
lavender...yet masculine.  He got down on his knees and rubbed the bar over
my belly and between my thighs and across my calves and feet while turning
me so that I faced away.

He then soaped up my back and massaged it into my shoulders and down my
back and into the crevice of my little boy's butt cheeks at which time he
took his long middle finger and slid it into the depth of my ass tunnel.
He twisted it and found that special spot just inside the entry of my
pucker and rubbed over it a few times and I involuntarily moaned my
satisfaction for his effort.

As I felt him beginning to withdraw his finger, I tried that technique that
Timbo had taught me for when I finally let someone fuck me with their dick
of pressing down with that muscle at the entry of my hole in an effort to
hold this welcome invader yet a minute or two longer.  Our host obliged me
for a couple of more strokes and then completely removed his finger.  The
emptiness that I felt there left me mourning the loss...!

This old man who had shown me how humility and trust can create a trust and
bond that both of us would treasure, me probably more so than he, for many
years to come.  He stood up again and turned to the shower heads and washed
himself as I watched.  When he faced away from me at one point, I reached
out and pulled my hands down his back and over his skinny ass mounds like a
windshield wiper trying to remove the rain.

I soon realized how fruitless this was and instinctively moved up behind
him and encircled his waist with my arms in a boyish hug, resting the
cheeks of my face into the small of his back.  It wasn't so much an act of
'love' as a continuance of the bonding that we had shared with such
intimate sensual/sexual acts.

He didn't pull away but allowed me this moment knowing that he had achieved
what he had paid for this evening.  He had brought out the humanity out in
my being a part of his 'party' tonight.  Without ever pressing his cock
head against my small little boy pucker and fucking me in whatever form he
desired, he had managed to find a deeper place within me that would always
be his regardless of what future sexual experiences that I had of any kind.

Danny and Timbo didn't understand this or even see how private that this
exchange that the host and I had was; they weren't suppose to.  That was
the host's objective.  He knew this and so did I.

It was this that my mind relived as I laid in the lower of the bunk beds
that I shared with my big brother.  Even though Danny and I would have our
own moment similar to this one that I had tonight with the host, and well
as the ones that I had with our father when he busted my cherry and with
Timbo under the pier that afternoon for our special time together and of
course the trucker and the first old married husband that I had licked his
cock that night on the beach that Danny found us.  Each was special in it's
own way and thanks to this strange and older man, I know understood just
how wonderful and awesome that each was.

This was the message that took me to such a more rare and deeper slumber
that I had ever known...it was all good............................!

*THERE'S A LOT MORE TO BUDDY'S HOT STEAMY SUMMER!  DON'T FORGET THAT NIFTY
IS POSSIBLE BECAUSE OF DONATIONS; SO IF YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER AND HAVE
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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

When I finally woke up, Danny was already at the breakfast table with mom
and dad.  I wandered in with sleep still in my eyes.  For a fifteen year
old who had just been bred by a black lab the night before at a sex party
to earn some extra money, my big brother looked fairly good...or was faking
it a whole lot better than I was.

'ARE YOU ALRIGHT, BUDDY!?!?!!...'...mom noticed that I wasn't my usual
perky 'it's a new day' self!

'YEAH, MOM!  NO PROBLEM...JUST SLEPT HARD OR SOMETHING!  I'M OK...!'...I
lied.  Not that I was sick or anything, just still lost in a balmy sea of
new sexual experiences and finding out many new things about who I am and
dealing with this new fact of my life.

'WELL, MAYBE THIS WILL WAKE YOUR BUTT UP...!'...dad pulled out that wry
sense of humor that he rarely shared...with anyone.  'I BELIEVE THAT WE
HAVE A BIRTHDAY COMING UP NEXT MONTH...DON'T WE MOM!!?!!?....'.

She just smiled and looked over at me as if she knew the secret too.

'WHAT IF WE LET THE CAT OUT OF THE BAG AND GO ON AND TELL YOU THAT YOUR
UNCLE MARK IS GOING TO TRY AND GET DOWN HERE FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY IF HE CAN
GET EVERYTHING TO WORK OUT....!!'....dad was no good at keeping a secret.
It wasn't a meanness on his part but more so his inability to hide his joy
that usually hid behind his dead pan black and white view of the world.

It worked...it was like someone had turned on a light switch.  It energized
and got me out of the funk of absorbing the lessons that I learned last
night and focused on something that held promise in the near future.  My
smile was so broad that my dad actually looked down at his plate of
pancakes and grinned at them like they were the funniest looking flapjacks
that he'd ever seen.

'WAY TO GO, BUDDY!!!  WHAT'D YOU DO TO DESERVE SUCH A SPECIAL THING FOR
JUST TURNING TWELVE....!?!?!!?'...Danny joshed me and even reached across
the table and did that head rubbing thing that he reserved just for me.

Danny stood up from the table and picked up his plate and was moving toward
the sink when mom said: 'BILL, DON'T YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL DANNY
ALSO....!?!?!!'...she encouraged.

'OH, OK!  YEAH, MIGHT AS WELL GIVE YOU YOUR CHORE FOR TODAY!'...dad began
as he leaned across the breakfast table in my brother's direction and
looked him in the eyes.

'YOUR MOM AND I BELIEVE THAT THE COMPANY THAT WE WORK FOR WILL PROBABLY
COME UP WITH A BONUS AT THE END OF THE SUMMER SEASON THIS YEAR.  THEY HAVE
INDICATED THAT THEY'RE VERY PLEASED WITH WHAT'S GOING ON WITH THE PROPERTY
AND BUSINESS THAT WE MANAGE FOR THEM....!  SOOOOOOOOOOOO, WE'RE GONNA TRY
AND COME UP WITH THE MONEY SO THAT YOU CAN GO OUT FOR FOOTBALL THIS
YEAR!...'

That's what all this sneaking out of our bedroom window in the middle of
the night since this past spring and sucking and letting these old married
men who bring their families to Mrytle Beach in the summers fuck him for a
few bucks was for; to earn the money to pay for going out for football.
That's why he spent the last hour, after working all day with dad around
the motel, before supper in the maintenance shed working out with dad's old
set of free weights trying to bulk up in case he got the opportunity to do
just this.

Danny's eyes glazed over...but he would cry; not here...not now!  He put on
his 'man' face and gave our father the 'look them straight in the eye'
thing that dad always told us was the mark of an honest and man of worth
and said: 'THANK YOU!  THANK YOU BOTH!'....'

With a steady gait, he took his plate to the sink and turned and went back
to our room to finish getting ready to work.  Dad gave him a moment or two
to brush his teeth and come out of the bathroom and dad went down the hall
and told him that he could police the beach and then haul the soiled linens
down to Ol' Ruby in the laundry.

After I finished my pancakes and getting dressed, I went on down and helped
Ol' Ruby as her runner to the different housekeepers whatever supplies or
clean linens that they might need.  When I got to the laundry, Ol' Ruby
gave me a sly smile like she already new my good news and cackled like she
does all the time and started singing one of her island songs.  The day
ended up starting out real good!

One of the housekeepers called down to laundry and needed toilet paper on
the back side of the motel.  I filled an old pillow case half full of TP
and headed to the opposite side of the property.  On the way, I passed a
guest room with the curtains open to the walkway.  As I hurried past, I
caught a glimpse of a young man, twenties or so, coming out of the shower
from the bathroom dripping wet and drying his nekked bod off there in front
of the mirrored vanity...without a care in the world that anyone would
notice.  I noticed!!!

I kept going to complete my errand.  Once the toilet paper was delivered, I
headed back the way that I came and this time took a break directly in
front of that window with the well built young man having finally finished
drying off and having parked his still nekked ass in the chair next to the
window with the full view while stroking a fairly good sized cock.

He looked up from his busy lap and directly at me on the other side of the
pane of glass and smiled before licking his lips and nodding back down into
his lap.  That fluttering in the bottom of my guts was in full gear and I
felt my own five inches of eleven year old boy cock rise in response.

This dude got up and walked to the door to the guest room and opened it and
went back and waited for me beside the bed .  I looked around the corner of
the opened door and then saw the guy's incredibly hard dick swaying from
his flat belly and equally large ball sack.  I stumbled in.

'CLOSE THE CURTAIN...!'...was all he said...and I obeyed.

He fell across the bed with his legs hanging off the bed and his torso
propped up with his elbows and had his attention locked on to his straining
throbbing dick.  I dropped to the carpet and took his cock in my hand and
looked up at him for his direction.  With nothing more than a gesture of
his head he told me everything that he wanted or expected from having my
presence in the room.

I held my stance as I searched for where his wallet laid on the night stand
and repeatedly looked back and forth between where it was and his cock
until this terrificly sexy young man got the hint.

'REALLY...AAAAAH, YEAH!  OK, NO PROBLEM.  WILL TEN GET MY DICK
SUCKED!?!?!?!...'

...and with that, I stuck my tongue out and licked from his hairy balls, up
the smooth shaft and flicked it underneath the cut below his cockhead.  He
inhaled sharply and gave me that under his breath 'DAAAAAMMMMNNN!!!'...of
approval for my initial effort.  I dropped my sloppy wet mouth over just
the flare of his cockhead and gave it a powerful suction and then pulled
off quickly with an audible 'pop'!!

He issued another low keyed 'DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMNN!!' and I locked eyes
with him and then repeated the head swivel between his gaze and his wallet
while offering him my most innocent smile that was filled with promises of
so much more to come.

Whatever they say about really good looking folk are usually intellectually
challenged isn't always true.  He threw his head back and laughed and
twisted his body around so that he could reach his wallet.  After fishing
out a $10 bill and laying it on my end of the bed and going back to his
semi-inclined position, I went back to the work of pleasuring not only him,
but myself also.

Surprisingly, either his dick wasn't as thick and long as I thought or my
throat was becoming more pliable, but as I lowered my mouth over his meat
this time, I noticed that it slipped easily pass my gagging place, with no
gag, and continued straight into the depths of my throat.  This dude
shuddered his approval...and so did I.

As I was coming off the length and dragging my wet lips over the fat
dickhead and making sure that the tip of my tongue poked just inside it's
piss slit; the door to the guest room sprang open and Danny stood there
with the dirty linen cart taking in the view.

The dude that I was blowing shoved me backward by the shoulders where I
fell sprawled on the floor at the foot of the bed!

'HEY!  MAN!  TAKE IT EASY...THAT'S MY LITTLE BROTHER...!'...Danny warned
him as he pushed the cart inside the guest room and shut the door; but dead
bolting it this time.

'YO!  BRO!!!  I HAD NO IDEA...I...I....I...!!!'...was all the defense that
the young man offered as he sat up and tried to pull the sheet over his
deflating boner.  There was a real terror in his eyes as he wondered what
was going to happen next.

Danny had other plans though.  My big brother offered me a hand so that I
returned to a sitting position again.  Then with his legs locked and spread
apart there beside me, he unsnapped the top of his summer shorts that he
wore today to work around the motel, and pulled his t-shirt over his newly
cut chest.

When his shorts hit the floor, it was pretty obvious that Danny had no
intention to harm the guy.  Nope, not with that huge fire hydrant shaped
fifteen year old peter pointed straight at our new friend sitting there on
the bed with my brother's dick within inches of his face.

'GO ON, MAN...SHOW ME YOU'RE SORRY!...'...Danny taunted.

'NAAAAW, DUDE!  I DON'T SUCK NO DICK...NO WAY!...I AIN'T NO QUEER,
BRO!!!!!....came the protest.

'SURE YOU ARE....OR THAT TEN AIN'T GONNA MAKE UP FOR TAKING ADVANTAGE OF MY
LITTLE BROTHER....!!!....'...and Danny left no doubt what he was after.
Like I said, this pretty guy wasn't stupid and real quick on the up-take.

He scrambled for his wallet again and this time pulled out another $10 and
checked to see if that was going to make it all better.

'THAT'S A GOOD START....FOR MY BROTHER'S TAKING CARE OF THAT PRETTY DICK
YOU'VE GOT THERE BUT I'LL NEED A BIT MORE TO FORGIVE AND FORGET....GET MY
DRIFT...!?!?!?!!?....'....!  Darn, I was amazed by Danny's wheeling and
dealing...especially when I was more than satisfied with the ten that I had
negotiated originally.

The young man dug back into the leather billfold one more time and this
time pulled out the rest of the folding green that he had there and made a
point of making sure that Danny could see that it was empty of same.

'GOOD ENOUGH!!...'...and my big brother stooped to the floor beside me and
pushed the dude back onto the bed and swallowed his dick to the root hairs
and made a loud sucking sound as he pulled back up the rehardening seven
inches.  Danny nudged me and we both leaned back over the pretty guy's lap
and each took a side of the shaft and licked up and down it with increasing
intensity.

We took turns going all the way down on the cock while the other would pull
one or the other orb in the guy's nut sack into our mouths and roll our
tongues around on it.  Our new friend was literally withering on the sheets
and clenching a fist full of whatever bed linen that he could reach and
pull on to demonstrate his pleasure in having two little boys do what his
girlfriend would never do.

Danny and I leaned back from our oral worshiping.  The dude had long ago
given up propping himself up on his elbows to watch and was flat on his
back.  But with the interruption of our sucking, he raised his head to see
what was wrong.

With no discussion of 'are you interested in something different....such as
this...or that...or whatever'....my big brother crawled up on the bed and
straddled the guy's seven and lowered his ass hole down to the head of the
seven.  He looked down into the face of this young man and without
hesitation, sank all the way down and ground his asscheeks against the
man's pelvis to make a point that established who was in charge.

Believe me, this guy wasn't complaining.  Although quite surprised and
apparently unsure as to whether he wanted to fuck anyone's asshole, once
Danny hit bottom, this man found a new sexual activity that he found to be
acceptable...and to acknowledge his new found enthusiasm, he tried to meet
Danny's humping his cock by thrusting his hips up into the downward
onslaught!

It was magical to watch!  The young dude had his legs spread eagled with
his feet on the floor.  I saw a vantage point that offered me clear access
to use my tongue to lick the guy's balls and lap at the shaft when Danny
would raise up before dropping his ass heavily so that his spasming hole
would continually be speared!

There was NO warning!!!  This guy's body went stiff suddenly and my brother
rocked back and forth on the spewing cock; making sure to pull off before
all the creamy load blasted into his colon so that I could get it into the
farthest reaches of my gullet to get my fair share of the guy's cum.

To tease the dude one last time, Danny slid up the man's hairless well
defined chest and positioned his massively thick cock over the straight
dude's mouth and waved it suggestively with a last offer to feed this dazed
but very happy man a chance at returning the favor.

'GO ON, WILLIE!!  WHY DON'T YOU TAKE A LICK!?!?!  YOU MIGHT LIKE IT BETTER
THAN THIS........'...came a voice from the bathroom side of the guest
room....followed by a shrill laugh.

Un-noticed by the three males in the room, there stood a well-rounded young
woman of about twenty or so standing right outside of the bathroom's
doorway.  Very well rounded with a wet white bath towel draped over one
shoulder barely hiding one of her large breasts as it dangled to just above
her full brown bush where one of her hands was placed to indicate of what
she referred.

Although, I was quite taken back by getting my first look at a female
nekked...for all intents and purposes; Danny didn't seem to be all that put
off by her unexpected presence!  My big brother just smiled at her and
dismounted her boyfriend.

Nope!  No takers...no surprise!  Here again, by shaming our benefactor for
no other purpose than to make him to fully own that he went from user to
being used and still had to pay for the experience anyway.  It seemed like
his female companion had seen it the same way also!

Danny palmed the scattered greenbacks...picking them up where ever they
fell.  We both dressed and with no comment or salutation, left the guest
room and our guests!

Again, when it came down to it, the amount that was my part of the payment
didn't mean a lot to me.  I was lost in the sex of it all...the wonderment
of how seeing a living centerfold of a pretty girl didn't seem to help me
understand whether I was ever going to 'shed my cracker'!...and at this
time, that was enough!

*THERE'S A LOT MORE TO BUDDY'S HOT STEAMY SUMMER!  DON'T FORGET THAT NIFTY
IS POSSIBLE BECAUSE OF DONATIONS; SO IF YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER AND HAVE
AN EXTRA BUCK OR TWO, REMEMBER OUR BUDDIES HERE AT NIFTY

SHEP: shep0454@yahoo.com







SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

Over the next couple of days, things were pretty uneventful and just
routine; breakfast...helping around the Myrtle Beach motel that our folks
managed...lunch...more chores around the motel...supper...a little TV with
the family...and believe it or not; no climbing out the window of the
bedroom that I shared with my fifteen year old brother!  After the 'party'
at the beach house Friday night and then the little escapade in the guest
room over the weekend with the cockold young man, it really wasn't all that
surprising at all!

Besides, mom and dad had told Danny that they were going to be able to help
him pay for going out for football at school, so there wasn't all that much
desperation on his part to earn money by sucking and letting the old
married tourist fuck him under the pier at night.  In fact, I got the
impression that I missed watching out for my big brother while he did all
of these things than he missed doing them!

Even so, I didn't deal on this absence of something that had seemed to
overcome my every waking hour, and most of my dreams, since I had started
joining in and being included in having sex with some of these older men.
I truly enjoyed it!  The money I'd made those few times that I had worked
for the pleasure was stored under a corner of the carpet to hid it from our
parents from knowing about it.

I didn't really care how much was there...mostly because the opportunity to
be almost twelve and having these experiences was more valuable to me than
any amount that I might have accumulated!  I had no idea how much Danny was
hoarding either except that I figured that it had to be quite a bit more
than mine since he'd been a real work horse in having several paying men
each night that he'd gone to the pier late at night several times a week
since late spring.

Another thing about us not climbing out the window at night when the folks
finally went to sleep was that it gave me and Danny a chance to talk.  He'd
crawl into my lower bunk so that we could hear each other while talking
with low, soft voices...like in a library or something!  We'd always been
very close but these 'talks' like this were so special to me...I felt even
closer to him than at any other time that I could remember!

We talked of all kinds of things: his getting excited about going out for
football...Uncle Mark coming for his visit at the end of the week...the
fact that I'd be going with Danny to the high school complex there on the
other side of the town of Myrtle Beach except I'd be attending the junior
high building...he'd tease me about what I wanted him to get me for my
twelfth birthday...and we'd talk about friends that we missed since school
was out...and how the Cardinals were doing in getting toward the World
Series!  Just 'guy stuff'...some of that male bonding crap...and I loved
it!

We also talked about the sex....laying there in our white jockey
briefs...where sometimes our legs would intertwine together there in the
bed linens...!  Danny would ask me what I thought of sucking dick or was I
anxious about getting my ass cherry busted whenever Timbo found one of
those older tourist to pay what popping a virgin little boy's hole was
worth...and wasn't drinking the host's piss at the sex party nasty...and
did I really like the taste of cocks that came from a just fucked butt
hole...and what did I think about seeing my first real life pussy!?!?!!?

We'd giggle and carry on to a small degree so that we wouldn't disturb mom
and dad down the hall!  I reassured him that all of it was good...!  That I
never noticed how the goop on a peter coming out of some cum filled ass
tasted...or that what I remembered about the host's pee was the warmth of
it and how it was something that he had only shared with me making it
somehow a special thing between us...and that the girl's boobies were OK
but I thought her pussy was kind of ugly!

Danny couldn't believe that I thought cunt was 'ugly'; he laughed good
naturedly and tickled me in the ribs!

So l asked him if he'd ever fucked a girl....and without any other prompt,
I felt my big brother's hugely thick cock start to rise and poke me on my
thigh.  He told me that it wasn't any of my business in a serious tone of
voice.

I couldn't resist pushing for an answer.  I'd never known him to go out on
a date and had never heard him talk about any of the girls at school.
After a few minutes and my relentless pushing the issue, he struck a deal
with me.  I would have to suck his teen cock while he told me about his
experience.  Funny thing was that I would of sucked my brother's dick
without a bribe...and I bet he knew that also.

I slid down the bunk and he rolled over onto his back and my tongue snaked
out of my mouth and began washing his goose egg sized dickhead while he
quietly told me about his first time with a woman.

He said that it happened last May right before school was out.  He'd met
one of the old married tourists out on the beach after dark one night and
they were working out a deal when the man asked him if Danny would want to
meet his wife....!?!?!

Danny told me that for about a minute he thought the old guy was
joking...and then he realized that the old codger who was older than our
father by about ten years or more, told him that there'd be good money in
it for him.  Since that was all Danny needed to hear what with having that
goal to earn all that he could to be able to go out for football; he said
sure!

My brother shared with me that up to this point in his sexual exposure to
the opposite sex had been walking in on a lady guest one time without
knocking which got his assed chewed out by dad when she and her husband
complained!  I remembered that one.  Half of this end of the boardwalk
probably heard dad screaming at him...it wasn't hard to miss!

This old dude and his wife were staying at the motel next door to ours with
their guest room looking out toward the Atlantic.  Once Danny and he
arrived, the man offered him a beer, which Danny usually declined since he
knew better than to drink while needing to stay sharp minded in conducting
business with strangers.  So he asked for a soda and took a seat at the
table in front of the window looking out on the waves breaking on the
shore.

Suddenly, an older woman...maybe thirty five or so...maybe forty...heck,
Danny said that he couldn't tell, just knew that she was old, came from the
bathroom with a towel wrapped around her waist covering her tits and butt.
He said that she was still pretty...in the way some more mature woman like
some of our teachers at school could look kind of nice...like that!

She smiled at Danny and asked him if there was anything that he needed...at
which Danny shook his head 'NO' and just stared at her.

After dropping the towel on the floor beside the bed and laying her rather
shapely body across the turned down linens with her head and shoulders
resting on a pile of several pillows and her left leg crocked at an angle
from her right one which exposed the lips of her trimmed pussy lips; she
asked: 'ARE YOU SURE....!?!?!?!....'

Her husband was sitting on the dresser where the 19 inch TV was hooked up
and smiling like he was enjoying the look on Danny's face.  He must of have
been because he started rubbing his cock through his bermuda shorts slowly!

'WHY DON'T YOU GET OUT OF THOSE SHORTS AND SNEAKERS AND JOIN THE MRS. ON
THE BED, BOY...!?!?!...'...which was more of a direction than an offer but
for my brother, that was the only invitation that he needed.

He stood up from the chair and unbuttoned the fly on his cut-offs and
kicked off the Keds and never broke his visual lock on the old lady's cunt.
Danny said it was about the prettiest thing he'd ever seen.  I told him I'd
take his word for it!

Danny's beer can sized dick was at full attention as he approached the bed
and gingerly sat on the end where the woman's legs were.  He said that he
instinctively leaned forward to look at her large breasts and the nipples
which where like the thimbles that mom used on her thumbs when she'd mend
our clothes.  They were fat and dark and sticking out erect looking as if
they were wanting something...anything!

Danny said that he looked back over his shoulder at the old man to see if
everything was OK by him.  There on the dresser, this dude was now sitting
as nekked as Danny and his wife and he was slowly jacking what looked like
to my big brother to be about eight or nine inches of old man dick.  This
guy was pulling a heavy foreskin back and forth over a generous cockhead
while taking in the live theatre happening right there on the motel's guest
room bed.

My brother thought to himself 'whatever' and turned back to the woman and
leaned down and took her left nipple into his mouth and teased it like he
usually does with the old dudes' peters under the pier.  He said that he
heard her gasp and immediately wrapped her hands around the back of his
head to guide his mouth and tongue back and forth between her nipple gum
drops that she was serving!

Although inexperienced, Danny's friend, Timbo, who had pretty well taught
him like he had with me about how to pleasure the old men under the pier,
had also bragged to him enough about fucking some of the teen girls who
came to the beach with their families in the summer.  In not knowing
whether Timbo was just full of shit or sharing some valuable information,
Danny tried to apply what he remembered that seemed to be possible with
what the old lady was offering him at the moment here on this bed.

Whenever my bro would try and give her a kiss on the lips, she'd turn her
head away.  Go figure!  Lapping at her tits was alright...giving her a
smooch wasn't!  OOOOOOOKKKKKKK!!!

After a few moments, Danny felt the old man sit on the edge of the bed
where he was still working on his wife's boobs.  Then, he noticed that
there was this large gnarly hand massaging his teen aged back along the
spine and moving slowly to the top of the V that begins at the crack of his
ass.  Nothing new there, so he went back to doing what he remembered from
Timbo's tales of female tail....sorry, couldn't resist!

The woman took her arms and squeezed her titties together making them stand
full and plump for Danny's tongue to bathe them all over and even
occasionally dropping down and kissing her belly button.  All in a day's
work!  At one point, when he was doing the kissing thing on her rounded
belly, she gently pushed his head down to where she had her fingers on her
other hand spreading the lips of her cunt.  It was all red and pink and
seemed to be glistening and wet and swollen in some way and since she'd
shaved most of the pubic hair from the mound, it was easy for him to see
that little knob thing that Timbo had told him about right at the top of
her pussy!

WOWOWOWOW!!!!  This was sooooooooooooooooo much better than those
centerfolds in 'Playboy' or 'Penthouse' or even 'Hustler' that his pals
passed around on the back of the school buses on the way to and coming
home!  Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better!!!

With little forethought and certainly without planning to do so, Danny
rolled out his tongue and licked across the span of her privates and
noticed right off that he was about as hard where his cock was concerned as
he had ever been.  In fact, the big fat cock head was leaking in a steady
stream while he repeated lapping at this old gal's pussy!

Danny shared that he was so into eating her fuck hole that he had no
awareness of anything but working his tongue up and down that slit and
letting it dip into the wet tunnel just to see if it was truly open up
inside there.  Inquiring minds needed to know!

But it was when he licked up and touched that engorged fleshy knob resting
right at the top of the opening of her cunt that he knew that he had found
that special place that made females enjoy having a man's mouth down there.
She literally squealed and squirmed and grabbed his head so tight in order
to keep his face buried in her sweet spot.  Danny said that he had a hard
time breathing from time to time...and he didn't seem to mind a bit!!

When he could raise his head up every once in a while to see at the top of
the bed, he said that he noticed that the old man had moved to his wife's
mouth and she was licking around the head of his relatively large cock.  It
looked like she was slobbering on it...strange, he thought...but whatever.
He knew that if woman were all that good at sucking cock to begin with,
he'd never be able to make any money doing the same for their frustrated
husbands this summer.

Then with no warning or advanced announcement or request for admission,
that old son of a bitch moved behind where my brother had moved into a ass
up face down position to eat his old lady's pussy hole, and shoved the full
nine inches to the balls up his unexpecting boy hole!

Danny said that he actually cried out due to the roughness and savage
assault!  His wife held his mouth down on her hairless mound so that his
scream was muffled and her husband moved himself into a huddle position
like a quarterback calling a play and slammed his hips and pelvis with so
much power into my brother's young pucker that he pushed Danny even further
into the old lady's pussy.

My brother said that his mouth was wide open from the force of her hands
locked behind his head and the husband's powerful thrusts and so tightly
adhered to her pelvis that his tongue had no place to go but up her love
tunnel...so it did!

That's all it took, this old lady started gushing out some kind of pussy
juice or something-something and so much of it that if Danny hadn't of
started swallowing it, he said that he would have probably drowned...no
shit!  All the while that she was gushing that female cum, she was going
ape-shit and crying out and wailing and thrashing around like she was
possessed.  Danny said that it was the most exciting time of his
life...even better than getting fucked by the black lab at the sex party
last weekend.

My beefed up brother told me that the husband's long pucker poker kept
hitting that special place just inside a guy's butthole that sends shivers
up and down our spines and with no further need of any touching his fifteen
year old rod.  Danny said that he started blasting out ropes of teen age
cock juice...what seemed like gallons of it!

It was about this time, the wife cumming like Niagara and Danny cumming
like Ol' Faithful, that the husband ripped his ramrod out of Danny's
fuckhole and pulled him off his wife and knocked him onto the floor while
screaming: 'GET OFF MY WIFE YOU FAGGOT!...!

The old man threw a hundred dollar bill at Danny there on the floor while
telling him to:...'GET YOUR DAMN CLOTHES AND GET OUT...NOW!!!...'....!

Shocked, to say the least, Danny figured that he'd better keep right on
playing his part and so he grabbed his cut-offs and the money and didn't
even stop to get his sneakers and headed for the door to exit.  He said
that as he turned around to leave the room and shut the door, he saw the
crazy old man fall between the open legs of his old lady and continue the
abusive way of penetrating and power fucking her cunt in the same way that
he had ripped my brother a new one.

Danny said that the old gal had her eyes rolled back in her head and kept
repeating that she was so wet and asking her husband could he feel how wet
she was and all that the old guy was doing was glaring at her as he pounded
her pussy with such force that she would probably be bruised, if not
bleeding, by the morning.

With that, my big brother said that he closed the door and high tailed it
home.

...and with that, my big brother filled my mouth with his creamy hot load
of brotherly cum and we both fell asleep.

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

'HEY BOYS!  WAKE UP!!  IT'S TIME FOR BREAKFAST!...'...came our father's
voice cutting through the depth of the kind of sleep that always come to
guys after really good sex; like the previous night when I spent a good
portion of it with my fifteen year old brother's incredibly fat cock
pumping hot teen cream down my throat...that kind of sleep!

After stepping into the room and lowering his voice so that our mother
didn't hear, he cautioned us: '...AND FELLAS, WATCH HOW YOU GO TO
SLEEP...YOU WOULDN'T WANT YOUR MOM TO FIND YOU LIKE THIS, NOW WOULD
YA!?!?!!...'....and with that, he back stepped out of our bedroom and
headed for the kitchen.

When we all were seated at the breakfast table, it was chores as usual
except that mom said that she would be taking the afternoon off from the
motel office in order to take Danny for his football physical.  It just lit
up my big brother's face that our folks had been serious about helping him
go out for our high school football team there in Myrtle Beach.

Dad issued our chores for the morning which also fell into the usual where
Danny policed the property for trash and I helped Ol' Ruby in the laundry.
Just a typical Monday here at the motel on the beach that mom and dad
manages.  To be perfectly honest, it was just about a typical 'any day of
the week' kind of chore assignment and that was OK!

After we ate and finished brushing our teeth and getting dressed for the
day, as Danny and I were heading out the manager's apartment, I had to ask
him about the story about his first experience with a woman and her husband
earlier this spring at the motel next door to ours.  '....What happened to
his sneakers that he'd left in their room when he ran out the door....how
did he get them back....!

He laughed when I asked him about that and made a smart ass comment about
me believing everything that I heard; Then after having his fun teasing me
about it, Danny told me that after Dad gave him his chores for the day,
that while he was doing the trash policing of the beach and parking lot
areas, he sneaked back to the motel next door and found his sneakers
setting outside the old couples guest room with the laces tied together.

With a sly smile, he told me that the next time he put those sneakers on,
that when he put his foot in one of the sneakers, he felt something bumping
up against his toes.  Once he checked to see what it was, he said he found
a $20 tip stuffed in the toe of the shoe.  Danny shared that this was the
first time he got a tip for having sex.

We parted our ways and started our chores and the day went by at a good
pace.  At lunch, mom told Danny to grab a shower and that they'd leave for
the doctor when he was ready.  I guess I looked kind of dejected about
having to work while big brother got the afternoon off, because dad finally
told me to tag along with mom and Danny and enjoy my afternoon off....but
told us not to get use to it!

On the drive over to the medical complex that was located inland several
miles, mom asked me if I wanted to go with her to the grocery store or hang
with Danny at the doctor's office.  Neither choice was a great one.  In
fact, the only good thing about the whole deal was getting out of working
at the hotel for the afternoon.  So I chose the lessor of the too evils and
said that I'd go with Danny.

Brother's appointment was for 1:15 and like any appointment with any
doctor, he was running late in keeping to the scheduled time.  In a short
time, a nurse came to the waiting room and called Danny's name and he got
up to go with her for his exam.  As he was about to go down the hallway, he
turned around and motioned for me to come with him.  I figured, 'why
not'...and so I did.

Once the nurse ushered us into the examination room, she asked for the form
from the school board that was standardized for physicals for physical
education extracurricular activities; such as football.  Then she handed
him one of those thin cotton shirt/robes that tie in the back and told him
to get out of his clothes and put this thing on and have a seat on the exam
table.  She said that the doctor would be in shortly.  Yeah, right!!!

Pretty simple directions, so my stocky big brother began stripping down,
being sure to fold his clothes and putting them over a chair in the corner.
When he got down to his new white briefs that mom had made sure that he put
on, he shook his full fat limp cock in my direction before jumping up on
the exam table.

I found a seat behind the screen that separated the room from the view
outside looking out into the parking lot.  This was OK as far as I was
concerned.  This way I could watch the comings and going and anything that
had to be more interesting that seeing my brother get his tonsils checked.

Before too long, there was a knock on the door and the doctor entered and
greeted Danny with a hand shake and acknowledging his interest in football.
They talked about which professional teams that they were interested in and
whether Green Bay was going to stay on top.  All of this chit chat while
Doctor Brewster checked my brother's vital signs and the general basics of
what he needed to evaluate whether Danny would be fit for a contact sport.

'ALRIGHT THEN, IF YOU WOULD TAKE OFF THE ROBE AND WE'LL CHECK YOU
OUT'...the doctor said and Danny shucked off the robe and sat there in his
clean white jockeys while Brewster listened to his lungs and heart and
abdomen.

I was about this time, after about five minute or so with the exam having
begun, that I realized that Doc Brewster apparently hadn't noticed that I
was in the room.  From where my chair was located on the opposite side of
the screen that divided the room and gave it some privacy from anyone who
might walk by and at the same time allow for some natural sunlight to
filter through the small room.  It didn't hurt my feelings to not be
noticed by the doctor.  I just didn't care one way or another.

Then I heard the thumps that were a part of physicals back then.  Danny's
eyes and nostrils and throat had the little light shone into each.  The
doctor, at one point, made a point to compliment my brother on achieving
some muscle bulk and asked if he was doing any weight lifting.

I could hear the pride in Danny voice when he shared that he had been using
a set of old free weights of our dad's.  Yet again, Doc Brewster made a
point to acknowledge certain body parts that he thought that Danny was
headed in the right direction in getting a good cut and definition.  He
also shared that he had started weight training when he had been about
fourteen also and still tried to get to the gym three or four times a week.

Well, Danny saw an opportunity to get some information from an older man
who might be able to give him some advice about how to reach certain goals
in developing his chest and legs since he was fairly satisfied with the
filling out of his biceps and arms so far.  So he asked some pointed
questions about technique and the two of them chatted on about this for the
next little bit while the physical continued.

At one point, Brewster told Danny to drop his briefs and stand at the foot
of the table.  He told my brother to grab his nuts (testicles) and cough
and then uttered a strangely low 'good'!

'KEEP STANDING THERE WITH YOUR LEGS SPREAD APART LIKE THAT.  I NEED TO
EXAMINE YOUR PRIVATES....'....and then there came that peculiar low tone in
his voice again where he uttered: 'GOOD...VERY GOOD, IN FACT!  YOU SEEM TO
HAVE DEVELOPED VERY WELL IN THIS AREA ALSO...GOOD...VERY GOOD!....'...!

The doc had put on a pair of plastic or that latex gloves thing and asked
my brother to turn around and grab the table and lean forward while keeping
his legs spread far apart.  Next I heard Danny moan lowly like I have
several other times when he gets penetrated by those old dudes under the
pier late at night who pay to fuck him.

Danny's moans where accompanied by what sounded like some kind of squishing
or some such.  Heck!!  I wondered what the devil was going on over
there....whatever it was, Danny seemed to be enjoying it!

'YES!  SEEMS LIKE THERE'S NOT A LOT OF CONCERN BACK HERE...NOT AT ALL!  IN
FACT, IT APPEARS LIKE THERE'S NOT A LOT OF RESISTANCE HERE...KIND OF
ODD...HMMMMMMMMM!!!...'...the doctor was talking more to himself than to
Danny; almost like he was trying to make up his mind about something...!

'IS THIS TOO UNCOMFORTABLE FOR YOU SON???...'...my brother muttered a soft
'NO'...and continued to moan.

YES-YES!  I SEE...NO IT DOESN'T SEEM TO BE A PROBLEM FOR YOU AT ALL, DOES
IT???...'...the doctor affirmed with a noticeable change to his attitude in
how the exam was going.

I heard what sounded like something being pulled out of something sloppy
wet...duuuuh!!?!  The the doctor was offering Danny some tissue and telling
him to wipe up any excess traces of the jelly.

At this point, Doctor Brewster asked my brother: 'WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE HOW
STAYING WITH A GOOD WEIGHT PROGRAM CAN GIVE YOU THE MUSCLE CUT THAT YOU
WERE ASKING ABOUT DANNY???...'...!

'SURE, I GUESS...IF YOU DON'T MIND, I'D SURE APPRECIATED IT!!!...'...which
was as truthful as to how serious that my brother took this hobby of his.

With Danny's acceptance of the doc's providing the guidance that he had
been so frustrated for all summer, Brewster pulled the drawstring on his
surgical pants and they fell to the examination room's floor.  I heard my
brother actually gasp...: 'YOU DON'T WEAR ANY UNDERWEAR UNDER YOUR DOCTOR
CLOTHES?!?!!?'......he observed.

'NO BOY...NO I DON'T...MOST OF US DON'T...JUST MORE COMFORTABLE!  HOW OLD
DID YOU SAY YOU ARE DANNY????...'...the doctor asked for a clarification.

My big brother told him 'fifteen'...and the doctor grunted kind of low yet
again.

'FIFTEEN, HUH!?!?!  BY THE SIZE OF YOUR PENIS AND TESTICLES, I WOULD HAVE
THOUGHT YOU TO BE QUIET OLDER...VERY MUCH SO!!!  BOY, YOU SEEMED TO HAVE NO
TROUBLE TAKING MY FINGERS UP YOUR ANUS WHEN I CHECKED YOU PROSTRATE.  MY
GUESS IS THAT YOU'VE BEEN CHECKED BACK THERE A FEW TIMES BEFORE....'...this
was purely a statement of fact and needed no response from my brother.

'DID YOU LIKE ME EXAMINING YOUR PROSTRATE SON!?!?!?!....IF YOU DID, TURN
AROUND AND HUNKER DOWN OVER THE EXAM TABLE LIKE YOU DID THE FIRST TIME...GO
ON...DO IT IF YOU'D LIKE ME TO CHECK IT AGAIN....'....!

From what I could tell was that Danny turned around facing the table again
and bent forward and stood there while the doctor walked up to his backside
and slid his old man stiffy in to the hilt of my brother's teen butt.
Danny moaned like he'd found real happiness here in a medical clinic.  I
could have been real jealous but just kept quiet and listened to what my
mind imagined was happening on the other side of that screen.

'DAMN BOY, YOU DON'T NEED ANY INSTRUCTION ON HOW TO USE THOSE ASS MUSCLES
FOR MILKING A MAN'S DICK, DO YOU....DAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMNNN!!!....'....and then
I had no doubt at all as to what the good doctor was doing to my big
brother...and his fifteen year old pucker.  The sound of pelvis slapping
teen ass was a dead give-away!

I couldn't resist sneaking a peak around the curtain to make sure that I
wasn't just dreaming that our family doctor was fucking my brother.  So I
did....and he was!

It didn't take the old man long to pump his old man load up Danny's
keister.  When his cock finished unloading inside my brother's ass, it was
like the doc came to his senses and realized what he had just done.  His
face flushed such a deep reddish purple and broke out in a light sweat that
I almost broke my silence and asked him if he was OK.

Again, he handed Danny some tissues and told his to wipe him backside.  The
doctor walked over to the sink at one side of the room and washed off his
shrinking dick and then pulled up his pants and retied the drawstring.  As
he turned around to return to Danny so that he could try and negotiate some
kind of secret understanding between them, he saw my head staring from the
side of the curtain divider.

'OH MY GAWD!!!!...WHERE THE HELL DID YOU COME FROM!?!?!?!...'...and the
concern for his well being went up several more notches.

Danny told him that everything was alright...that I was his little brother
and the fact that we knew how to keep our mouths shut but he'd really
appreciate it if the good doctor would sign off on his physical so that he
could go out for football.

Doctor Brewster just kept looking back and forth between me and Danny while
he signed the paper.  With no further discussion or attempt to justify his
fucking one of his teen aged patients in his exam room, he told Danny to
get dressed and for us to go back to the lobby...as he left the room,
pulling the door closed after himself!

Once dressed, Danny and I went back out front and found mom at the desk
settling the bill for the physical exam.

Once we were all back in the car, mom shared with us that the billing clerk
there at the medical clinic had told her that Doctor Brewster had provided
the exam free of charge!  The clerk said that he did this rarely and
refused to take any money at all for the service.  'HOW ODD...'...mom
commented...'BUT DOC BREWSTER HAS ALWAYS BEEN SO GOOD TO OUR FAMILY!  WHAT
A NICE MAN'!!!!....'...and she drove us home as the good doctor's rather
large load of cum began to leak into the new pair of clean white jockey
briefs that she'd given Danny for his physical today!!!!

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

When we got back to the motel that mom and dad manage here in Myrtle Beach
of the 1970s, we had about an hour or so before supper and mom didn't say
'NO' when we asked if we could skip our chores there on the property and go
to the boardwalk's arcade.  We figured that we'd deal with dad that night
at supper.

My big brother was to go to the high school athletic fields and gym for the
actual try outs for this school year's football team with the coaches.  If
he makes the team, he'd have two weeks of practice, five days a week,
starting next week.  Danny was almost silly with anticipation and those
kind of big plans that youth provide when we don't know the reality.  It
was good to see him so happy!

When we got to the arcade, he went into the public restroom for what I
figured was to clean up the load that Dr. Brewster deposited up his fifteen
year old butthole.  I went on and started working on my favorite pinball
challenge with the goal to be high scorer on the display.  At eleven years
old, that kind of status is important!

After the third game and Danny hadn't joined me in the arcade, I figured
that I go and see what was holding him up.  He'd promised me a game of air
hockey before we headed home and for once, I was focused to win one over
him!  ...and besides, I needed to take a leak like that proverbial Russian
race horse.

The boardwalk's public restrooms were just off the walkway and had the
entrance for the men's room facing the shore and the lady's room on the
opposite end.  It's one of those cinderblock buildings where there is no
exterior door but uses a long hallway to provide privacy from the exterior.

The men's rest room was mostly cement and block with a row of urinals on
one wall and a row of stalls with toilets on the other and about three
sinks on the wall facing the entry.  The room was vented along the top of
both exterior walls to help with the stench...which toned down the odor of
piss and shit and sweat from being offensive to one of masculine
musk...kind of intoxicating!

The summer tourists usually didn't hang around the arcade and boardwalk
shops until later in the evening preferring to take advantage of the beach
or Pavilion during the daylight hours.  So I didn't expect to see a lot of
anyone hanging in there.

I saddled up to the trough that serves as the communal urinal and pulled
our my peter and let loose with a heavy stream of pee and didn't pay too
much attention to much of anything since it seemed like there wasn't anyone
there but myself.

Then all of a sudden, I heard a groan coming from one of the back stalls.
As soon as I gave the customary two shakes after I finished relieving
myself.  I stooped over and peered underneath the stalls, where the walls
tended to clear the floor by about two feet, and guess what I saw!?!?!

There in the middle stall was my brother's sneakers, his favorite pair of
Keds, backed up to the wall of the toilet wall on the left which had a pair
of bare feet pointed towards Danny's stall and appeared to be rocking back
and forth.  Surprise!!  Surprise!!  But the real surprise was the sandaled
feet pointed toward my brother from underneath the stall on the right of
Danny's.

Did I mention that I sort of knew about these 'glory holes' that seem to
reappear in the stall walls about as quickly as the town's maintenance
workers can patch them over!!?!?!  It was rumored that these fine civic
employees were known to frequent these same holes from time to time for
other reasons that to patch the holes...whatever!

I stood back up and very quietly walked over to where I was facing the
three stalls involved in taking advantage of these famous holes of glory.
There were sufficient cracks between where Danny's stall door didn't quiet
offer complete privacy which allowed me a peaking opportunity that I had no
plan of passing it up!

As the three pair of feet suggested, Danny was getting fucked by the dude
in the left stall and he was blowing the dude through the hole of the right
stall.  It was poetry in motion...literally!

Suddenly, the stall walls began to creak with the pressure of the thrusting
from either stall flanking Danny's.  The groans and moans were still low in
volume but coming a little bit more regularly as a couple of happy endings
were approaching.

Now, I can't fault anyone for getting their jollies publicly, especially
with the time that I'd spent under the pier in the middle of the summer
nights either watching my big brother doing pretty much the same that he
was here and even my own efforts at giving the older married vacationers
head when it worked out.

The guy in the left stall must of whipped out his cock out of Danny's ass
hole for some reason at about the time that he started shooting his load.
There was cum spraying everywhere...not counting what was leaking out of my
big bro's butt from what our family doctor had dumped there just a couple
of hours ago during a physical for the football team.

Evidently, this dude pulled up his swim trunks, depositing his lengthy cock
within them as he fled his stall like it was on fire. He didn't even wash
up but headed out the exit as fast as his bare feet would haul his skinny
ass.  I don't even think he even noticed that I was there and had caught
the later half of his fucking my brother.

Danny didn't let his departure disrupt his responsibility at making sure
that the other guy was getting one of his better efforts of cocksucking,
and there was no doubt from the slurping and gulping going on, that a
really exceptional experience was being provided.  Fairly quickly though,
these wet slushy sounds were replaced with Danny's loud swallowing and the
other dude's cadence of 'OH-OH-OH-OH-OH....'; well, you get the drift!

I noticed that both of them took a seat on their respective porcelain
thrones when finished unloading and swallowing.  Each took a few minutes to
gather several volumes of toilet paper and cleaned up whatever parts of
their anatomy that needed tidying up.  Then both stood and pulled up their
shorts and unlocked their stall doors and came into the general rest room
area.

Well, I'll be damned!!!  Danny's dude that had gotten his cock sucked was
the guy that works the arcade...no shit!!!  I had no idea that he would be
interested in enjoying getting together for some male bonding, as Timbo
would call it!  Speaking of which, I hadn't seem Danny's friend since the
night of the sex party at the rental house down at the end of the boardwalk
that was pass the commercial district.

I was standing with my back against the wall facing their stalls and my
arms folded across my chest as they discovered that they had an audience.
I just smiled real big and let it be obvious that I had enjoyed the show!

The arcade guy looked like he could have dropped dead with a heart attack
when he saw me standing there.  Danny grabbed his arm and told him that it
was alright that I was cool about the situation and not to worry about it!
Still, he was fairly pale under his weathered summer tan after being
assured.  I just laughed and headed outside while they washed up.

It was too late for our air hockey game, so Danny and I headed home.  On
the way, he told me that he and the arcade dude had fucked around most of
the summer and that he had even let Danny fuck him a couple of times.  My
brother told me not to be surprised if he hit me up for a blow job during
one of the next times that we came down to the arcade.  Just to prove that
I was OK with all this sex stuff....whatever, if he wants some head, I
didn't see it as a big deal at all.

Once we were back to our home that was the manager's apartment here at the
motel and started getting our showers and finally sitting down at the
dinner table, mom and dad were discussing some local news that they'd heard
or either read in the daily newspaper.  We were just hungry and started
eating shortly after dad gave the prayer blessing the food.

Dad gave us the ribbing about skipping our chores when we got back, but we
knew that it was more to reaffirm the seriousness of following through with
our responsibilities as much as finding us at fault for having some free
time to just be young boys and have some fun.

Then our folks went back to the local tragedy about the body that they'd
found on the beach near the pier early this morning.  They seemed kind of
upset and worried about how it might affect the last few weeks of the
tourist trade.  Everything was about the business and that's probably why
they did such a good job.

Then one of them dropped the name of the dead person that the beach patrol
had found: Timothy Robert Stillman, 'Timbo'.  That's where he'd gotten his
nick-name: 'Tim' 'Bo'!  Both Danny and I stopped eating and asked our
parents to tell us again the name of the deceased.

Dad picked up real quick that we might know him since he lived just down
the beach with his dad in a rental house.  He told us that it appeared that
our friend had drowned sometime last night and it looked like he might of
hit his head against one of the pylons while swimming to shore.  It
probably knocked him out and he drowned.

SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD!!  WHAT A SHAME...'' was how our father summed up the
loss of our friend; the boy that had mentored me on how to pleasure these
older men who bring their families to Mrytle in the summers on vacations so
that they can walk up and down the beach at night and find young boys to
suck their old man cocks and fuck a tight teen butthole.

Mom noticed that both Danny and I were affected by the news.  She got the
paper and looked up the article and saw that his 'viewing' would be at the
rental house the next night and that the family would receive friends at
that time.  She asked if we'd want to attend.

Danny spoke up and assured her that it was important to us and shared that
Timbo was our friend.  He then asked for the address of where Timbo had
lived.  Neither one of us could believe it, but the address of residence
for Timbo was the same house that we had the sex party last Friday night
where the labs had fucked Danny and Timbo. But what really made me sit up
and shake my head was that the host, who turns out to be Timbo's father,
had given me my first golder shower.

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER NINETEEN

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

The rest of the evening was a noticeably quiet one as far as Danny and I
were concerned.  I think that mom and dad understood.  The death of our
friend had caught us by surprise.

Timbo was only seventeen.  About six foot and rail thin...except where his
peter was concerned.  What hung between his legs was long and ball bat
thick with all of this extra skin draped over the head of his cock.  I
really enjoyed dipping my tongue between that foreskin and the rim of the
flare of the head.

Our friend was what they call an Afro-American although he was definitely
light skinned...what the generation of our grandparents here in the south
would have called a 'high-yella' not too many decades ago.  Even as thin as
he was, he had a face which seemed to have a constant smile that just made
you want to like him and feel easy around him.  That alone is probably why
he was so successful in getting paid for having sex with the old married
men who brought their families down to Myrtle Beach each summer to have sex
with us young boys.

It didn't matter what or who Timbo was.  Not to my big brother and myself;
he was our friend...and we were gonna miss him!

Even when he said our good night to mom and dad as we went towards our
bedroom for the night, we still kept to ourselves.  Danny did the head
scratching thing to me as he climbed up to the top bunk and that was our
quiet way of respecting each other's mourning our friend.

One thing was for sure, no one was going out the window tonight to earn
money under the pier with the vacationers...not tonight!

After breakfast the next morning, Danny did a quick once over of the motel
property for trash patrol.  Mom was checking in on the front desk and
office of the motel that she and dad managed which fronted the beach.  In
an hour, he and she were headed off for him to try out for our high school
football team.  He was like a live wire of excitement!

Mom dropped him off near the gym where the boys were to register and
present a signed medical physical by their family doctors.  That had been
accomplished yesterday as I witnessed the good Doctor Brewster fuck my
brother up the ass as one of the procedures...!  Checking his prostrate was
our guess; but no one complained and he didn't charge for the exam.

Once signed up, the coaches met with the returning year's' team players for
a briefing and gave them certain responsibilities in 'encouraging' the new
guys who were there trying out!  Then the head coach called for the
'wannabes' to hit the athletic field.

There were probably twenty five or so fourteen-fifteen year old specimens
of young males of various shapes and sizes.  Danny fell somewhere in the
middle as far as physical bearing: he stands about five foot ten-eleven and
pushing 190 pounds and was beginning to show a good developing cut and
definition from the workouts that he had started about a year ago with
dad's old set of free weights.

Most all the guys were in sneakers and long baggy shorts with white
t-shirts.  With the humidity of early August here about a mile or so inland
from the Atlantic, it was probably the best thing any of them could have
worn for what they were about to have to endure.

The veteran team and the 'wannabes' all started out together on the field
with one of the support coaches leading a vigorous round of calisthenics of
several rounds of jumping jacks...then push ups...moving onto squat
thrusts...and then running in place with no break.  The head coach and his
support coaches strolled through the group making no comments and remained
steely faced as they assessed what the guys this year were projecting as
being potential candidates.

There were several huge drums of iced water with dippers stationed around
the rim of the football field.  Several times, a coach would bark an order
for a boy to 'GET HYDRATED!!!...and the young buck would break formation
and grab a dipper and drink and douse his head and scamper back to the
group and pick up with the pace of the activity.

After about forty five minutes of non stop physical excursion, the head
coach called time and the hydrate command was given and most made a mad
dash to the water stations.  There was a flurry of loud goshing and
splashing with many of the shirts and shorts getting sloushed from the good
natured play.

For the rest of the morning, the coaches took turns pulling out small
groups of four wannabes with maybe one or two of last year's team mates and
would set up skill try outs; like throwing and catching and rushing and
using the blocking sleds.  They rotated the smaller groups in and out of
the remaining young bucks that would be alternating the calisthenics and
then laps around the perimeter.  All of these various tests and evaluations
under the watchful eye of the head coach who continued to wander in and out
and around to observe each of the younger boys with a sharp but fair
appraisal.

Around eleven, some of the booster club mothers showed up and fired up a
couple of those portable charcoal grills and began frying up burgers and
hot dogs and laying out a cookout spread on several folding tables.  There
wasn't a boy on the field who wasn't feeling the need to feed, so when the
head coach called mealtime there was a mixture of some falling out and
moans from the spot where they were on the field and others running for
either the hydration drums or the cookout tables.

With a growl that stopped all in their tracks, the head coach called
everyone back to the middle of the field and had that immense group of
young testosterone filled teen boys hold court as the support coaches aimed
large garden hoses over the heads of the group and showered them down with
a spray of water to not only cool them down but again, to ensure that the
athletes stayed familiar with the benefit of water in a mid day summer
heat.

After a few minutes of dousing them thoroughly, the go-ahead to grab a
burger and a dog was given and this time the herd moved with more purpose
and less erraticness; sort of like a team.

Several of the teens had removed their t-shirts by now including Danny.
After the hosing, most of everyone's baggy athletic shorts were drenched
and were draping the guys and showing off whatever attributes, or lack
there of, that they may proudly display.

Even with a sense of competition among even the old guard from last year's
team and certainly with the wannabes, there was some kind of natural
splintering of social grouping going on where some of the guys felt more
comfortable with certain others.  This also was watched with a keen eye by
the head coach in particular.

After lunch, the coaches instructed the forming team to provide a spirited
shout out to the boosters for a hearty effort in feeding them today!  The
roar of thanks and gratuity was deafening even out in the open of the
athletic field.

Most of the afternoon was setting up several scrimmages between a team of
last year's boys and another one consisting of the wannabes.  After a
couple of hours into the afternoon with the head coach doing his visual
assessments, there was a thirty minute break where all the coaches met
together privately, and at one point they invited individuals from last
year's team to discuss aspects and the potential of certain candidates.

Afterward, the scrimmages began again with the head coach and the
designated quarterback for this year's team taking seats in the grandstands
and one of the other support coaches would tap a wannabe to go and be
interviewed and then to be given a decision.

For the rest of the afternoon, this process of pulling one at a time went
on.  Some of the new guys with big dreams of being OJ or Namath or Unitis,
would leave that meeting with the head coach and the quarterback and head
off to arrange for transportation home.  But then there would be one, every
once in a while, who was sent back to keep playing.  Those were the ones
who made this years team.

My big brother, who had sucked and been fucked most of the late spring and
summer by the old vacationing daddies in order to be able to earn enough
money to go out for football, was the last to be called for his evaluation.
My big brother was sent back to the scrimmage as one of the defensive
players for this year's team.

All of this Danny told us with an open pride that hinged on bragging at the
supper table with our mom telling him to contain himself and our dad
smiling down at this plate with a different kind of pride.  I just hung on
every word that he said and tried to ask questions to clarify this or that
point that he was attempting to share.  My excitement for him was as
bountiful as his at succeeding!!

Later that night when we went to our bedroom was when Danny finished the
rest of the story about how one of the support coaches...one of the science
teachers he thought, offered to give him a ride home so that mom didn't
have to come back and pick Danny up.  Sure, why not and my shirtless, sweat
soaked fifteen year old brother crawled up in this burly solidly built
thirty year old instructor/coach's Chevy pick-up and rode out of the
parking lot of the our high school.

That's when Danny told me how that old Chevy truck ended up on the far end
of the beach that is opposite the motel where we live in the manager's
apartment.  Here, the assistant coach parked behind one of the billboard
signs welcoming the tourists to North Myrtle Beach.  He told me how this
man's large hairy arm pulled my brother's head down onto his hard seven
inches and held it there while Danny provided him a personal thank you that
would become an expectation for most of the football season after practices
and certainly, on the way home from game nights.

But what made it a fairly good deal that Danny didn't seem to mind one way
or the other was that as soon as this adult authority figure unloaded down
the teen's throat, he'd push the new football player back against the
passenger door and ripped his shorts down and sucked up Danny's hugely
thick cock and worked it into a gusher with a practiced tongue, mouth and
throat; swallowing every once of teen cum that Danny could blow down the
older man's gullet.

Yeah, not a bad deal at all...in any way, shape or form!!!

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER TWENTY

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

The next morning started off like usual with all of us having breakfast
together in the kitchen of that apartment provided for the manager of the
beach front motel located in the rear of the motel office.  Mom and dad
worked hard to make sure that the staff and the guests were well taken care
of.  They were well liked by most of the housekeeping staff and the
relationship that mom had with most of the office personnel was like a
mother hen and they adored her.

Danny and I willingly went about our chores each day, especially in the
summer.  Today, like every morning in the summer, dad would assign our
responsibilities even though they would pretty much be about the same each
day.

This morning, there was a more serious discussion about how we would
compensate for my big brother's absence when he goes for football practice
at the high school Monday through Friday beginning next week.  We were all
proud of him.  I spoke up and said that I could take over the policing of
the beach frontage and the parking lots and then go work where ever dad
thought there was a need for another back.

My father looked over at me and seemed to be proud of my willingness to
step up.  All he said was: 'WE'LL SEE....!'...and he smiled and went back
to his over easy eggs and crispy bacon.

The conversation moved to the viewing of our friend, Timbo, at his father's
beach house at the end of the boardwalk where the residential properties
could be found.  Our folks asked again if we wanted to attend the wake and
both of us spoke up and reassured them that it was important to us.

In the south back prior and still practiced in some of the more
traditionally southern based families, it was quite expected that once the
body was embalmed that it would be transported to the family's place of
residence where the coffin would be set up in the main room and they would
receive friends and extended family within the home.  Usually the next day,
the body would be interned and moved either to a chapel for a formal
service and/or to a place of burial for a graveyard service.

Danny and I would be going to the family rental beach home for the viewing.
It would be informal and much like a somberly casual visit where people
just dropped in and 'paid their respect' to the family and might be offered
a refreshment, or not.  Most of the time, the visiting mourners would bring
covered dishes and desserts so that the grieving family would not have to
worry with cooking and other routine daily needs.

All together, it was a beautifully intimate cultural ritual of southerners
that has been lost in the rapidly changing rush to the world wide web that
has installed a virtual wall to distance humanity with a false sense of
making the world smaller.  So strangely paradoxical....oh, well!

Dad told me to shadow Danny around the property to get a general idea of
what might be expected of me if I took his chores on next week.  I was to
also check in on Ol' Ruby in the laundry from time to time to make sure
that supplies from her department were getting to the housekeepers when
they needed them.

It was as we all carried our dishes to the sink after finishing breakfast
that mom announced that she would be taking the housekeepers down to a open
cafe on the boardwalk as an appreciation for their hard work.  She and dad
insisted that the company that owned the motel always budgeted this kind of
reinforcement for staff at least once a month as long as they made a
profit.

It looked like us men folk would be on our own for lunch.  Oh, well!!  Dad
would make sure that we didn't starve....and in a good way, it allowed the
three of us sometime to just be guys!  That father and sons thing.  It
should be a good day here in Myrtle Beach!

My shadowing Danny involved me doing the picking up of trash and wiping
down the lounge furniture around the pool and checking the PH of the
chlorine and empty the trash and cigarette cans at various areas throughout
the property and check each ice maker and any vending machines for any
obvious problems or vandalism and still check on Ol' Ruby.

All the while, my big brother 'supervised' my efforts...and good naturedly
gave me pointers on how to make it easier based on his vast experience from
doing it from when he was my age of eleven.

He and I made a point to offer the motel guests help with loading their
baggage into their cars as a courtesy...and hopefully, for some small
gratuity.  Most of the time, we received a hearty handshake and 'THANK
YOU!!' as they crawled into their station wagons with the fat ugly wife and
the sunburned brats and headed back to their textile factory jobs and
middle class dreams.

Danny shared with me how the vacationing daddies who had met him down under
the pier at night while the family were on the boardwalk or riding the
rollercoaster at the Pavilion letting him suck their cocks or fuck him for
a few bucks would usually make sure that they 'tipped' him well as he
assisted them in loading the cars.  He thought it was kind of funny how it
was almost like they were thanking him not just for the great sex, but also
for keeping their secret....well, at least until next summer when they'd
return for another late night stroll on the beach.

For the next three or four weeks, the tourist traffic would start winding
down until the huge last hurrah of the Labor Day Weekend.  That would be
about as crazy busy as the start of the season back on Memorial Weekend.
It was always one of those 'all hands on deck' where we who are residents
of Myrtle try to remain civil and pleasant as these hardworking and harder
playing rednecks come down to find some kind of 'special' to their
otherwise mundane lives.

One of these old dudes made a point of waiting on Danny to come by where
his guest room was and asked him in to check the air conditioning unit
while the little lady had the kids for one last trip down to the gift shops
on the boardwalk for those souvenirs for granny and grandpa back home.
Even I recognized this guy from a couple of nights ago when my big brother
sucked his flabby cock for five bucks while I watched from that dark end of
where the pier's pylons merge onto the sandy shore.

No problem!  I told Danny that I'd check on Ol' Ruby and then meet him
later at the maintenance shed where dad was working.  As I was lingering
around outside of the closed guest room door for a few seconds checking
this and that to look busy, it wasn't hard to over hear the old guy begging
Danny to hurry and get on his knees before the old lady got back.  All in a
day's work!

When I finally got to the shed and found dad doing an inventory of stock
for light bulbs and lamp shades and toilet kits and such so that these kind
of standard repairs could be made at anytime of any day throughout the week
and weekend.  He asked where Danny was and I told him that he was checking
an AC unit for a guest.

'OOOOOOOOOOH....!!'...was his knowing response.  'Well, I guess you can
help me get this stock organized and counted.  So, that's what I did.

He sent me down to one side of the building to reset his work bench and
clear up the clutter and return the tools to their respective places on the
corkboard on the wall and/or to their resting place in a kit or shelf.  Dad
was pretty particular with his tools and made a point of living what he
taught us about if a man has to work hard to have something, then the least
that he can do is take care of it!  He explained it as respecting himself
and how he judged his own value and the pride that he found in doing his
job well.

I was about to finish getting all the nuts and bolts and screws back into
their specific canning jars with the twist on lids when I caught a glimpse
of my father sitting in his worn out desk chair with his work pants at half
mask just clearing his hips and that long big headed cock waving in the
ocean breeze.

He didn't need to say anything but just grabbed his sperm donor factory and
pulled the skin at the base of his hefty nut sack over the head of his dick
and rubbed the resulting drop of pre-cum down the vein that ran across the
shaft.  I was transfixed...for about two seconds.

Now, I knew that I was not suppose to let anyone fuck me, even though my
father had already taken care of that about a month ago.  The idea was that
my brother would try to get top dollar from one of these vacationing old
men for the privilege of busting my cherry.  One of those 'what they don't
know will make us money' kind of ruses.

But no one said that I couldn't get some more practice at swallowing a cock
down my throat from time to time...and dad presented exactly a great
opportunity for me to do just that.  Without wasting any more time in
considering it, I got on my knees there on the maintenance shed's concrete
floor and honored my father in the special way that I knew that I and my
brother did for him from time to time.  It was all good...for each of us!

After kissing the hairy skin of his balls that were pulled up tightly into
his scrotum, I swirled my tongue around the full head and opened wide and
allowed the seven inches to glide through the tunnel of my throat...way
pass the gagging place.  I bounced my lips at the base of his cock at few
times before dragging the suctioning of my mouth all the way up again but
never coming off my father's prick.

Dad's groans were deep and guttural and his large hand caressing the back
of my head with a firm but gentle urging kept me at a pace that would move
us toward his release much more quickly than if we had a more private and
secure place to play.  He pulled me off his fuck stick only once so that he
and I could make eye contact so that I could see his desire for me to take
him to that natural sphere of physical satisfaction.

Maybe one day I would know the joy of my brother and all these men...maybe
it would be part of that 'shedding my cracker' that they all hinted at
where I was concerned...maybe!

My own five inch peter was straining against the cotton fabric of my shorts
throbbing and jerking in rhythm with my bobbing up and down dad's dick.  I
began to get that heady kind of fuzziness when I found myself lost in the
act of pleasuring someone with my tongue...my mouth...my throat.  My spirit
would seem to float and fly and instinctively knew that sucking cock was
something that I enjoyed almost as much as Danny liked playing football.
Each to his own!

Within minutes, I was tasting the heavy flow of my father's hot daddy cream
and did a bit of sputtering from the heaviness of the flow.  That and the
fact that his hands were holding my head in a vice grip against his groin
as he unloaded.  I was in heaven....!!!

As soon as dad realized that I was truly choking on his cock and cum, he
released his hands and allowed my head to unhinge up and off his cock.  For
only long enough to register that my big brother was standing behind dad so
that he couldn't be seen and shaking his head in my direction. I got the
coughing and breathing under control so that I could take the whole length
yet once more down to the root hairs.  The next time that I came off his
dick, it was to give it and his nuts and pubes a tongue bath to lap up any
spilled man seed and savour the musky sweet nectar of an older man's load.

I stopped when dad stood up and hiked his work pants back up over his hips;
zipping and fastening his leather belt with a masculine kind of grace that
men have when doing such routine everyday things.

Danny made a point to have backed back out the door and waited long enough
to provide dad and I time to adjust what we needed to adjust in order to
rejoin an ordinary existence.

'AAAAH!  DANNY, JUST IN TIME FOR LUNCH!...'...so the three of us headed off
down the boardwalk to one of the hot dog shacks, and just like mom who was
treating the housekeepers, dad rewarded his boys for their hard work with a
couple each of those weiners that a man can only find coming off a griddle
in the back of a plywood shack dressed with a tart mustard and heavy with
chilly and relish and a couple of heaping spoonfuls of minced onions that
would bring a tear to the toughest man's eye when his nose got a whiff
while taking that first bite.  Ball parks and boardwalks....there's where
you'll find a real weiner...unless you grill it yourself!

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

That night, Danny and I showered and changed into our khakis and sport
shirts after supper.  We were preparing for the 'viewing' of our friend,
Timbo, at his family's rental house in the residential area at the end of
the boardwalk.  It's not a long walk at all.  In fact, we'd just come from
that general area along the beach where the residential and private homes
sat facing the Atlantic.  It was just a weekend or two before when we
provided the entertainment for a sex party that we would be returning to
say our goodbyes to Timbo.

At any rate, as we headed out the door of the motel's manager's apartment
that our parents managed here in Myrtle Beach, mom handed us a casserole to
take to the family as is customary here in the south for such profound
social events.  Whatever a neighbor could do to ease a grieving family's
day to day needs, then it was part of their responsibility of living within
a community; especially where the actual permanent residential portion of a
vacation town is lost within that huge influx of tourist traffic that
supported the economy of such communities.

Our friend had reportedly, hit his head on a pylon while swimming and
drowned.  The Carolina tides can be rough!  Seventeen years old and tall
and lanky and mixed white and black skinned with a smile that was disarming
and could hook one of the middle aged married men who bring their families
here in the summer for a few days.

While taking a late night stroll on the beach while the wife and kids hang
out at the roller coaster at the Pavillion or at one of the souvenir shops
on the boardwalk, they'd pay Timbo and some of the rest of us teen boys for
sexual favours under the pier.  Timbo had what looked like a hooded snake,
like one of those King Cobras in the Jungle Jim movies, swinging between
his legs that enticed many of these old dudes for that stroll into the
shadows and find this boy willing to do what the old lady wouldn't anymore.

He'd taken my fifteen year old brother and myself under his wing; showing
us the ropes and how to approach, strike a business deal, and then read the
old guys as to what would please them and make this special moment of their
blue collar existences a little more bearable when they returned to their
textile mill jobs!  Even outside of all of this, Timbo was just a good
friend and seemed to enjoy his life for what it was.

Come to find out, the 'host' of the sex party a few weeks ago, ended up
being his dad.  Danny and I were still trying to put all of that together
to make some kind of sense.  Not that it really mattered, not really!  What
mattered was loosing our friend...that mattered!

The distance from our motel there on the beachfront at the end of the
boardwalk that indicated where the commercial tourist area stopped, to the
rental house where Timbo's family lived near the beginning of one of the
residential areas that also has beach frontage.  One of those tall, two
story glass windowed stilted vacation multi-bedroom rentals with a deck
that floated above the sand and brought the beauty of the Atlantic to serve
as the best decorative feature that any home could ever need or want.

As we approached the house, it seemed like there were a couple of people
under the deck milling around; maybe having a cigarette...or something!  As
we got closer, it became apparent that 'or something' was more accurate.
Two older men, where one was hanging onto one of the under-pinning stilts
of the house for dear life, as the other fucked his ass with an urgency
that seemed almost desperate in his need to cum.  We all grieve in our own
ways.

Respectfully, we just climbed the stairs to the main deck overlooking the
ocean.  The entrance into the house was as we remembered; like peering into
one of those aquariums that the tourists find at the seafood restaurants
what with all the large glass windows.  There was a young man standing at
the main entry who greeted the guests and directed them inside.  This guy
was probably in his early twenties and had been pumping iron a lot longer
than Danny has because his thin linen shirt hardly contained the ripped
chest that barely laid beneath.  He was deeply tanned and had the whitest
teeth that I had ever seen.

The casket was set up in the middle of the room where we saw the 'host',
who was Timbo's dad, standing at one end with another older gentleman who
had been at the sex party. Directly underneath the casket laid the two labs
that had been such an important part of the sex party.  The mood in the
room was somber and quiet much like what you'd expect at such a private and
personal family event.

Danny presented the greeter with mom's casserole and we entered and held
back for a minute or two just to gage what would be the polite way to
participate as a guest in such a somber event.  My being nearly twelve
years old, this was only the third time that I'd been to such a gathering
as a 'viewing' or wake.

There weren't all that many people there.  In fact, all together there
might have been seven or eight.  There was a strikingly beautiful
Afro-American older woman who looked like she could have been a model...so
refined and of great wealth.  At one point, she approached Timbo's father
and stood with him at the coffin where they exchanged comforting discreet
touches on the other's arm or on the back.  Those kind of reassuring
actions that communicate the bond that a couple has when words are no
longer needed to punctuate the physical gesture.

Although we had known Timbo for many years, practically grown up with him,
he was one of the kids that showed up each spring around Memorial weekend
and didn't leave until Labor Day.  He never talked about his folks and we
learned soon enough not to ask or he'd change the subject with silly jokes
or some such so that he didn't have to talk about it.  We never even found
out where he lived the other eight months out of any of those years...and
to be honest, it didn't matter back then; it was enough to be friends!  The
sex came just within the last summer or so!

There was a wine/beverage bar towards the kitchen area of the great room.
Danny and I received cups of soda pop and took seats on the over stuffed
furniture in the living area.  There was only one other lady there outside
of the beautiful dark skinned woman.  She appeared to be with one of the
older gentlemen who had also been at the sex party.  In fact, he was the
one that Danny sucked while getting bred by the black lab.  Crazy
world....!

We hadn't been there fifteen or twenty minutes when we noticed that most of
the guests were leaving after acknowledging the host and the lady at the
coffin.  Then it clicked....this incredible woman who looked like a Diahann
Carroll or Cicely Tyson must be Timbo's mother...WOWOWOW!!!!  Sometimes, I
can be soooooo slooooooow!!!

She patted the host's arm one last time and left the room and exited toward
one of the rear bedrooms that were accessible from the living area.  There
was an almost apologetic shutting of the door quietly.  While leaving the
room and passing the young man who served as the greeter, she offered him a
discreet knob.  By now, all the other guests had left except for Danny and
I.

The greeter, dimmed the main lights and tidied the beverage bar.  Danny and
I made our way to the host and passed by the coffin where we paid our
respects to our dead friend.  Being not quite twelve, I know that I can get
away with certain social flubs without it being too out of the expected.
Realizing this, I stooped under the casket and played with the labs for a
couple of minutes.  Once I was upright again, we stood there briefly and
began to head for the door to leave.

'WAIT!!!...IF YOU DON'T MIND....PLEASE!....'...the host called out in a low
firm voice!

'I WANTED TO THANK YOU FOR BEING TIM'S GOOD FRIEND.  HE SPOKE OF YOU OFTEN
WITH A REAL AFFECTION FOR YOUR KINDNESS TO HIM.....'...said his father in a
quiet steady voice that barely betrayed his love for his bi-racial
off-spring.

'I REMEMBER HIM SHARING WITH ME MANY TIMES HOW HE DIDN'T BELIEVE EITHER ONE
OF YOU EVER SAW HIM AS ANYTHING BUT JUST ANOTHER SUMMER KID WHO YOU RAN
AROUND WITH AND GREW UP TOGETHER YEAR AFTER YEAR AND NEVER EVEN NOTICED HIS
SKIN COLOUR...OR ANY OF THE OTHER ACTIVITIES THAT HE FOUND TO DO WHILE
SPENDING HIS SUMMER VACATIONS WITH ME.  I JUST WANTED TO SAY 'THANK
YOU'!...and with that, he smiled quickly at us and turned toward the coffin
where his son laid and began to raise the lower lid and propped it up.

With this having been said, we realized that it was time for us to leave
and we started to exit out the entry onto the main deck.  Once the greeter
closed the door behind us, he turned out the deck lighting which put us in
the nighttime darkness except for the peaking of the moonlight highlighting
different areas here and there as the clouds floated between it and where
we stood.

Danny was about to knock on the door in order to ask if they'd turn the
deck lights back on long enough for us to descend the long stairway to the
beach below.  But when he turned toward the dimly lit windowed great room,
he stopped dead in his tracks.  Suddenly, I felt an elbow in my side so I
turned around toward where he was facing and staring with a slack jawed
expression.

There at the coffin, Timbo's father and the greeter were raising our
deceased friend's body upright.  As the greeter held the body erect, the
host began to remove Timbo's sport coat and oxford shirt.  Once this was
done, the men picked our friend up from either end and carried him over to
the over-stuffed sofa.  It was obvious that Timbo's corpse was nekked from
the waist down, which I found out later is quite common since mournes
usually never have the lower half of a coffin open for viewing.  I guess it
makes some kind of sense one way or another.

Danny and I froze in place not really sure what to make out of the scene
taking place before us.  Once Timbo was laid face down on the sofa, the
greeter excused himself and headed back towards the bedroom where Timbo's
mother had retired.  When the bedroom door could be heard to be quietly
closed and locked, Timbo's father slowly unbuttoned his gauzey shirt and
dropped his white linen pants as he slipped off his loafers.

With his back towards us, the host was totally nude as I remembered his
toned middle aged body from the shower upstairs in the loft master bedroom
where he fed me my first stream of piss as I knelt before him on the tiled
floor.  He knew it was my first experience and seemed to cherish this
special moment in my becoming aware of the awakening in yet another aspect
of my sexual nature.

This father of his dead seventeen year old dead son, moved over top of the
corpse with a grace and physical fitness that bore witness to his many
years of ensuring that his body kept the advancement of aging and
degeneration at bay for as long as possible and straddled his son's thighs
just below the body's rigid ass cheeks...and he sat there motionless for
quite a few long minutes just staring at the back of Timbo's head.

The host's long narrow cock was erect and laid upon the body's slender back
several inches above the beginning of the cleft of the butt crack.  This
middle aged father of a dead teen, dropped his hand to the table behind the
sofa and brought a bottle of some kind of liquid or lotion or something.
He poured a generous amount into the crevice of Timbo's ass.

Our dead friend's father, with little movement at all, took the other hand
and pushed his rigid tube of flesh into alignment with his dead son's
asshole and lowered his body over the light skinned negro boy's back which
forced the man's cock deeply into the rigid tunnel of his son's corpse.

When the living body was laying prone against the cold backside of the
dead, this man lightly kissed the coloured flesh along the hairline of the
neck and then each shoulder blade.  It was after displaying this intimate
affection that the host started a slight slow thrusting of his hips.  It
began as he took for one last time, the comfort of knowing his son, even in
the state of death, as his lover.

We couldn't hear anything from inside the room where this private act was
taking place.  There wasn't probably much in the way of noise or commentary
going on anyway; and if there had been, there would have been no way that
my big brother and I could have heard for the ocean waves breaking on the
shore down below.  We were so transfixed in being witness to something so
private in nature...and so unexplainably out of the ordinary; it wouldn't
have mattered anyway.

Danny put his hand behind my head and guided me down to the planks of the
deck where I found his beer can thick cock dancing and jerking above where
he had unzipped his khakis.  I understood his need and realized it was my
need as much as his to suck him.  I had barely lodged the tennis ball girth
of it's head at the entrance of my throat when Danny let loose with volley
after volley of teen age cum.  I shivered with my first experience of
finally knowing what ecstasy is like for my young body in my attempts to
swallow as much as I could without loosing any around the corners of my
lips!

As the last of the throbbing of my brother's huge dick began to taper off,
I licked it clean of any of the sticky creamy residue as best as I could
there in the dark and then pulled off of it and stayed there on my knees
while turning my head back towards the new and exciting sexual goings on
there on the sofa.

By the time I had lapped up the last of Danny's cum, Timbo's father was
engaged in a serious onslaught on the corpse's lubed shit chute where only
his slender hips rose depthly and then dropped forcibly onto the cold flesh
that belied his lust for what was left of his son's ability to provide him
a special bond to unload the same sperm that had created him into the boy's
nether region.  In some ways it was almost epicly poetic with the
dimensions of what could be interpreted in this kind of familiarity between
a father and his dead son.

Then maybe too soon than what would have been expected, the host's torso
froze as if in suspended animation with a grimace on his haggard middle
aged man's face that displayed yet a single trail of a tear as it traveled
across his cheek and kissed the cold flesh of his dead son.

With this image burned into my memory forever, Danny and I carefully and
quietly backed toward the stairwell from the deck to the beach. In a
silence that was deafening, we walked with purposeful steps back to our
home in the back of the manager's apartment of the motel office where we
lived with our parents.  All during the walk back path down the sandy
beach, in the shadows of my young enlightening of the ways of men and sex,
I wondered unto myself if this would result in the 'shedding of my
cracker'.....!

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

As if coming out of a stupor, Danny took one of those deep inhaling of
breath that was similar to a diver who stayed underwater way too long and
just broke the surface of the waves and has found air again.  As to not
startle me out my own far off state of mind, he placed his hand on my
shoulder to bring me back to the here and now and get my attention.

Watching a middle-aged man fuck his dead seventeen year old son's asshole
can create some real reflection by many people, let alone a couple of teens
in the mid 1970s.  Since we had left the rental house where the wake had
been held, we hadn't spoken and just allowed our feet to find the way home
in the back of the motel's office that we shared with our parents who
managed the property.

We hadn't been gone maybe an hour at the most, so Danny said that it might
be good to go down the boardwalk to the arcade and unwind a bit.  I shook
my head and followed my big brother sort of relieved not to return home and
encounter mom and dad so soon after seeing what we'd just seen.  I mean,
what do you say when you mother asks about how the wake went!?!?!?!

It wasn't very far to the arcade and with it still relatively early, there
was a nice flow of tourists wandering around taking in the sites.  Before
we entered the game area, I told Danny that I needed to take a leak.  He
said that it sounded like a good idea so we headed to the beach side of the
arcade where the public rest rooms were located.

We didn't pay a lot of attention to what might have been going on in the
stalls where the glory holes are located and didn't really care.  Danny and
I hauled out our dicks and pissed into the urinal trough and shook them the
appropriate two shakes, because any more than two meant that you're playing
with your cock and wanting sex.  We tucked away our peters and washed up.

Upon exiting the men's room, two tan uniformed officers of the Myrtle Beach
Police detail whose main purpose was to be present and obvious to the
vacation crowd so that they would feel safe and secure while visiting,
waved us over to one of the benches that face the Atlantic.  Usually these
guys are friendly and more tourism guides than law enforcers...usually!

These two seemed to have a different attitude tonight!  When we approached
where one was sitting up on the back of bench with his feet in the seat and
the other was leaning propped up beside him, the one sitting asked us what
we were doing hanging around tonight here on the beach.

What a strange question.....real strang!e!  Especially when most of all the
beach patrol knows our folks and us as their sons....!!!  I was fairly sure
that I recognized the one doing the talking.  He'd never been out of the
way before....I just didn't get it!

Danny spoke up and told them that we were coming back from the wake of our
friend.

'OH, YEAH!  THE HIGH-YELLA HUSTLER....SO HE'S A FRIEND OF YOURS,
HUH!?!?!....'...!

'YES, SIR!  HE WAS OUR FRIEND....A REAL GOOD FRIEND!  WE ALL GREW UP
TOGETHER DURING THE LAST FEW SUMMERS....!'...my brother offered while
ignoring the 'hustler' put down.

The fact that several teen boys provided sex for pay under the pier at
night was just one of those little activities that a vacation area might
offer 'discretely' and as long as nothing was out in the open to the
unsuspecting tourists, it was not seen or pursued by the authorities!

A vacation community that depends on the money that these visitors bring in
during the summer months, especially during a tight national economy,
doesn't highlight such underground activities for public awareness through
the press or even to discourage the married men who seek it out!  One of
those 'don't bite the hand that feeds you' policies...literally!

So, what's up with these two!?!?!!  Both of them couldn't have been more
than twenty one or two.  Each was tall and lanky with what they call a
swimmer's build.  Their tan uniforms consisted of knee length pants and
short sleeved button up shirts.  One showed a bit of black chest hair at
the neck of the stiff collared shirt.  The standard silver shields were
pinned on the left pocket of the shirt while they both had something that
looked like utility belts...sort of like what I thought Bat Man's would be
like!  Neat-O!!!

The name tags declared the one sitting as 'WILSON' and the one standing as
'BROWNE'.  Neither had facial hair and although, one had a buzz cut,
Wilson's wasn't much longer.  Browne wore a smirk of a smile that shared
how little respect he had for me or my brother whenever Wilson spoke.

Wilson spoke up again: 'WE FIGURED THAT YOU TWO MIGHT BE HEADED DOWN UNDER
THE PIER...TO SUCK SOME TOURIST DICK....!  YEAH, RICK, DON'T THEY LOOK LIKE
THEY WOULD GIVE SOME REALLY FINE MOUTH ACTION TO ONE OF THESE OLD DUDES
DOWN HERE ON VACATION WITH THE OLD LADY AND THE KIDS!  SURE THEY DO...LOOK
AT THOSE TENDER POUTY LIPS...DON'T THEY LOOK FUCKABLE, TO YOU
RICK....!?!?!?!....'

At this, Rick let a low snicker slip out his throat to agree with the other
patrolman's taunting!

What the Hell!!?!!?  I started looking back toward the boardwalk wondering
if anybody had heard what this ass wipe had said to me and my brother...and
then feeling just guilty enough to wonder whether they believed it if they
had!!!

Danny's spine went rigid and his face flushed with an anger that I had
never even knew my easy going brother possessed....!  His eyes glared at
the one called Wilson...!

'HEY!!  NOW, WE'RE JUST JOKING...AREN'T WE, RICK!?!?!  WE DON'T MEAN
NOTHING BY THAT....JUST PULLING YOUR CHAIN A BIT THERE....AIN'T THAT RIGHT,
RICK!?!?!?!...'...and the moron had the audacity to poke Danny in the chest
as if they were old bud's sharing a joke.

Danny started breathing a little bit more deeply and backed up a step of
two to avoid further unwanted gestures.  It was clear that, even though he
was calming down some, that my brother didn't find the comments funny or
appreciated!  But here stood the law and we'd been brought up to respect
authority figures and trust them.

'YEAH, WHATEVER....!  MY BROTHER AND I ARE GOING BACK TO THE ARCADE AND
PLAY A GAME OR TWO....!...'and without waiting for any approval from either
officer, we both turned on our heels and paced up the path back to the
beach side entrance of the game room.

'NOW, DON'T GO AWAY MAD...WE WERE JUST FUNNING WITH YOU BOYS...AAAAAH, COME
ON NOW.......WE CAN'T LET YOU TWO GO BACK TO YOUR MOM AND DAD DOWN AT YOUR
ALL'S MOTEL AND TELL THEM THAT WE WEREN'T NICE TO YOU TWO....NAH, WE CAN'T
HAVE THAT...NO WAY!!!...'.....he called after us as he and Browne got to
their feet and made their way up the path behind us.

'HEY, COME ON NOW!!!  WHAT CAN WE DO TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU TWO....!?!?!!  WE
DIDN'T MEAN ANYTHING....COME ON AND BE A MAN ABOUT THIS....!....'

We'd stopped and turned to face them again, and gave it a minute of thought
to evaluate whether this was a sincere offer or not!!  Both of the
uniformed men stood there almost face to face with us and appeared relaxed
with easy smiles.  Sure, we could...like we were gonna say anything about a
couple of police men accusing their young sons of sucking cock on the beach
in the middle of the night.  Heck, we went out of our way just to make sure
that this kind of discussion never became a topic at the supper table.

Wilson stuck out his hand toward Danny: 'WHAT DO YOU SAY!?!?!?!  ALL
FORGIVEN...LET BY-GONES BE BY-GONES....LET'S SHAKE ON IT...!...'

'YEAH, SURE...OK...NO HARD FEELINGS....!....and Danny grabbed his hand and
they shook.  Browne reached out and rubbed the top of my head good
naturedly.  Danny was the only one that ever got away with that, but I
figured if Danny could grow a set of balls, like our dad would say, and be
a man about such a thing, I could follow my big brother's example and keep
my cool also.

'YOU KNOW WHAT???  RICK AND I HAVE TO MAKE A PATROL IN OUR SERVICE VEHICLE
THROUGH SOME OF THE SIDE STREETS.  WOULD YOU TWO LIKE TO RIDE WITH
US...!?!?!...JUST TO LET US DO SOMETHING TO MAKE UP BEING SO HARD ON YOU
TWO...WHAT ABOUT IT!?!?!!?....'....!

Danny and I looked at each other and shrugged....'SURE, WHY
NOT....!'...when a coupld of young guys get a bragging right about having a
free joy ride in one of the patrol pickups to take back to school in a
couple of weeks, they don't turn it down...no way!!!

The Service Patrol Vehicle was one of the small pick up trucks with wide
tires in case they had to take it out on the sand.  It was painted the same
tan color as their uniforms and had a bench seat in the small cab with a
empty gun rack across the back window.  The two way radio was full of
static as was the handsets that each officer carried on his hip.  The
standard blue light was mounted on top of the roof of the cab and outside
of those adornments, and the signage that proclaimed: 'NORTH MYRTLE BEACH
PATROL and the town's government seal, this was about as fancy and
sophisticated that this service vehicle got.  But to two young dudes
growing up in a tourist beach community, it could have been the Bat
Mobile...seriously!

'WHY DON'T YOU CRAWL UP IN THE CAB WITH OFFICER BROWNE AND YOUR
BROTHER.......;....

'DANNY....I'M DANNY.  THAT'S MY BROTHER BUDDY!...Danny introduced us.

'....OK!  BUDDY YOU RIDE WITH OFFICER BROWNE AND DANNY CAN RIDE SHOTGUN
WITH ME IN THE TRUCK BED.  HOW'S THAT!?!?!?...'....!

...and so that was how we started out on our patrol with these two
officers.  After such a weird kind of way of meeting not fifteen minutes
ago on the beach, here a couple of the local community kids were getting
escorted around in a police vehicle.  Yeah, bragging rights that none of
our school buds would be able to top!

Officer Browne keyed the ignition and threw the transmission into gear and
off we headed down the beach toward our motel.  So it was going to be a
short trip...so what!!!  Better than not having this kind of opportunity at
all, eh!?!?!

Browne slipped the clutch and Officer Wilson and Danny sprawled across the
length of the small truck bed and I heard them both laugh as they rolled
around.  As we neared our motel, Browne took a left and headed back to the
street that parallels the boardwalk and pointed the vehicle in the
direction of the other end of the boardwalk area.  We cruised slow and
steady which wasn't much of a surprise since their job and this patrol was
more for public relations than any real police work.

I kept looking at the crowded boardwalk and sidewalks hoping to see one of
my school buds walking around.  One time, I was pretty sure that I'd caught
sight of a guy from my class and I turned to look out through the rear
window over the bed of the pickup.

Nope!!  It wasn't him...but what I did see was officer Wilson holding my
brother's head down in his lap as Danny bobbed up and down on his hard rod.
What the Hell!?!?!?!

I looked over at Browne and he had unzipped his pants and had hauled out a
fairly average dick and was stroking it while driving down the main
thoroughfare.  The truck was positioned so high on the extra large and wide
tires, a person would almost have to be standing directly beside the thing
in order to clearly see what might be going on in the bed of the vehicle or
even the seat of the cab.  How convenient....!

It didn't look like my brother was doing anything that he didn't want to
do, so I didn't freak out too badly at how quickly things had
changed. Officer Browne took his hand off his cock and gave me full access
to see it bob and jerk through the hole of his unzipped pants.  I would
look down at it and then back up at him as if I was still processing what
was expected on my part!  He just smiled that smirky grin that he'd shared
when we'd run up on them as Wilson called us cocksuckers there on the
beach.

We came to the opposite end of the main drag where the boardwalk had ended
a good half mile or so back up the street.  Here was where some of the main
highways merged into the tourist area of Myrtle.  Over on the left with the
greeting in huge sunny colored letters with the picture of the average
American middle class family having a grand day at the shore was: 'WELCOME
TO NORTH MYRTLE BEACH YOUR VACATION BEACH GETAWAY!!!!'.printed in six foot
block print on a huge billboard.

AAAAAAAAH!!!  I wondered if this is the same billboard that Danny told me
that the teacher/assistant coach had parked behind on the way to taking him
home after football practice where he gave the older man head a week or two
ago.  Small world....!!!

Officer Browne parked the Beach Patrol Vehicle behind the billboard and
turned off the headlights and shifted his legs in my direction as he
shucked his pants to the floorboard.

'HOW ABOUT IT KID!?!?!?!  OL' TIMBO SAID THAT YOU COULD SUCK THE CHROME OFF
A TRAILER HITCH....SEE WHAT YOU CAN DO WITH MINE!....'...and so I did!

'DAMN BOY!!!  OL' TIMBO WASN'T LYING...YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO SUCK A MAN'S
COCK....DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMNNN!!!.....'...!  It's always good to hear
positive affirmations for your efforts....so, I finished kissing his hairy
set of balls and traced up the side of the shaft of his dick while flicking
my tongue and then pursed my lips and forced them tightly over the skinned
back head of his prick and slid my throat down in one easy glide until my
nose rested on his left thigh.  I then bounced up and down on it a few
times so that the tip of his dick poked just inside my gullet and then I
pulled completely off and looked him directly in the eyes with my own
smirky grin.

'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!  FUCK....KID....DON'T STOP...NOT RIGHT NOW...TOOOOO
GOOOOOD....IT'S SOOOOO FUCKING GOOOOOD!!!...'....which he kept repeating
over and over again in some begging kind of mantra like he was one of those
monks who chant or something-something!

'SHIT BOY....I NEVER WOULD HAVE THOUGHT A KID YOUR AGE WHO HASN'T EVEN
'SHED HIS CRACKER' YET COULD PLAY A FLESH FLUTE LIKE YOU CAN....!...'

I was peeking through the back window into the bed of the truck and noticed
that Wilson had Danny's shorts off and was feeling up my brother's oil can
thick cock and staring at it like he'd found a moon rock or the cure for
cancer!!!  To emphasize his amazement of how big around Danny's fifteen
year old dick was, it was easy to hear his under the breath declaration of
'DAMN!!  DAMN!!!  DAMN!!'....as he stroked it!

'SO YOU WANT TO JOIN YOUR BROTHER IN THE BACK, HUH!?!?!  DON'T MATTER TO ME
AS LONG AS YOU SUCK MY DICK!  WILSON WON'T DO IT MUCH ANYMORE....!  LET'S
GO!'  ...and with that said, he opened the driver side door and got out and
held the door while I followed.

By the time we got to the rear of the pickup, Officer Wilson had lowered
the tailgate and had kicked off his tan uniform pants, leaving his utility
belt on and was coughing up loogies and spitting them on Danny's sizable
cock.

'LOOK AT THIS HERE SON OF A BITCH COCK, RICK!!!  HAVE YOU EVER SEEN
ANYTHING THAT DAMN WIDE!?!?!?!  HELL, IT'S GOT TO BE THICKER THAN YOUR
WRIST...!....'...and Wilson hacked up another glob of spit and lubed up
Danny's rod.

'MAYBE...SHIT, STU!  IT MIGHT BE A TAD BIT THICKER THAN MY
WRIST...!...DAMN!  MAN, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR....!?!?!?!....'...with
that endorsement and encouraging verification of comparable dimensions, Stu
or Wilson or Stu Wilson rubbed the last loogie into his own asshole and
bent over the tailgate and presented my brother a place to park his teen
tool.

Browne hoisted his ass up on the gate beside Wilson and spread his legs
wide to allow me free access to his average sized cock and hairy nut sack.
But I waited a moment as I positioned myself between his legs.  I wanted to
see Danny bust this asshole's asshole a new one...and right about then he
got about the business of doing just that!

As Browne pulled my head down on his dick again, I heard Wilson verbally
sharing an
'UMPH!!!...UMPH!!!...UMPH!!!....DAMN!!!...UMPH!!!....UMPH!!!...FUCK ME DAMN
IT!!!...UMPH!!!...'...and so on and so on and so on....!

Danny told me later that Wilson's hole was so loose that when he first
started fucking him, that he wasn't sure if he was in the man's shit chute
or not.  My brother said that he figured that he'd do what the small dick
married guys do when they got sloppy seconds or thirds when they fucked
Danny under the pier for money.

These little endowed old men would twist and jab their hips in different
angles and directions each time they thrusted to create some leverage among
fleshy walls of the fully cum loaded fuck hole.  Danny said that they would
sometimes hit that special little place just pass the other side of the
hole and that he'd think he'd died and gone to heaven.  So, that's exactly
what this young teen boy did in order to please this police officer with
the over stretched and overly used man tunnel.

I was doing my best to provide Officer Browne a great cock sucking
experience also...and by the repetition of his comments from when I started
giving him head in the cab of the truck, I was fairly sure that he wasn't
going to ask for a refund.

What ended up surprising me was that as young as Browne was, it didn't take
him long at all to start blasting down my throat like someone had turned on
a garden hose to water the lawn.  Not a bad tasting cum load at all either.

While I was lapping up the remnants of Browne's load from his hairy balls
and crotch, I heard Danny announce that he was cumming.  I swear that my
brother's last thrust into Officer Wilson's slack hole was as if he was
trying to poke his tennis ball sized dickhead out of the man's belly
button.  Wilson moaned like he finally knew what being fucked was all
about.  The young man's eye balls had actually rolled back into the top of
his head and his mouth drooled onto the filthy bed of the small truck.

'HEY STU...STU!?!?!!  YOU OK!?!?!?  HEY STU...YOU NEED
ANYTHING!?!!?...'...asked Browne as he pushed me off his crotch and Danny
onto his ass on the sand to make sure that the other officer was alright.

With nothing more than Wilson wiggling his ass cheeks back and forth
seductively in Browne's face so that the patrolman would know what this
freshly fucked lawman was wanting for his buddy to do.  Browne folded his
hand into the shape of a troll or spade and with a deftness from knowing
how to do something from much experience and practice, Browne twisted and
forced his hand up to where the knuckles of the fingers and thumb join the
hand.

He pumped his fingers in and out of Wilson's hole several time priming it
to bring Danny's massive spunk load closer to the opening so that it began
lubing Browne's hand.  This pumping action also allowed the officer's hand
to finally disappear pass the other man's ass ring and to begin to clinch
and flex around his wrist bone.

It was awesome to watch....OMG!!!!

It was at this point that Officer Browne told me to get under Wilson and
get the man's dick in my mouth.  I looked at Danny who was still trying to
recover from his effort and saw that his gaze was locked onto Browne's
fist.  With no advice from big brother, I did what I was told and crawled
underneath the tailgate and swallowed Wilson's dick which wasn't much
bigger than Browne's.

Above my head I heard a suctioning noise as Browne punch fucked his fellow
patrol officer's asshole.  Within minutes, Wilson fired off massive amounts
of man seed down my throat as the other man's fist hit that special place
just inside Wilson's asshole.

With each punch, I got yet another mouthful of cum.  I seriously felt my
belly starting to swell full before the two men stopped this fisting thing
that Danny explained to me after we got back to the motel that night.

As Officer Browne withdrew his fist from Wilson's gaping shitter, Danny
found his shorts and put them back on and we began the long trek down the
beach to the other end where our mom and dad would be watching the news and
waiting for their boys to get back from the 'wake'.

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

All the way back home to the manager's apartment behind the motel office
that our parents manage, Danny kept repeating: 'DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT!
IT'LL BE OK!!!....'....!  For two miles or so, I listened to this and
realized that it would be but for the life of me, I just couldn't bring
myself to reassure my big brother that I realized this!

I sort of figured that this reassuring was for his benefit as much as mine.
What with witnessing our dead friend being fucked by his father and then
our being abducted by a couple of Beach Patrol officers and participate in
prepping one of them so that the other could fist him savagely was a little
bit to deal with....all in one night!  But I was learning to adjust fairly
quickly in the last couple of months.

Catching my brother sucking and getting fucked by the middle aged married
men for money that come to Myrtle Beach on vacations in the summer with
their families and then joining him in for a threesome with a trucker in a
semi and learning about glory holes in the beach rest rooms and having our
father come to us individually for sex and then to attend a sex party where
I watched Danny and our mixed race friend, Timbo, get bred by a couple of
labs and I received my first golden shower and then Timbo drowning and
watching his dad fuck his corpse and then this tonight with the
fisting...and I don't even turn twelve for another couple of weeks...and
still have no idea if I've 'shed my cracker' like Danny likes to pick at me
about!

OK!!!!!

...and you know what!?!?!  I enjoyed the HELL out of all of it!!!!  Money
or not....swallowing all that cream.y cum...drinking that piss from the
party's host...having my dad bust my cherry even though no one knew about
this but he and I...sucking my brothers huge cock...or anyone else for that
matter...sticking my tongue in all those musky, hairy butt holes...licking
the balls...and seeing others do things that I could only hope that one day
someone would want to do that to me!

You're damn right!!!  I loved having sex with a guy...no matter what
age...or how big his peter is...or isn't...or how forceful and rough he
is...if he chokes me with his cock and/or load...tall or short...skinny or
fat...; it didn't matter as long as I got to have sex with them!  That was
becoming more and more important and I was constantly looking forward to
the next opportunity.

Screw football or weight lifting or stamp collecting or chili burgers or
getting the highest score on the pin ball machine at the boardwalk's arcade
or birthdays or anything else!  I had found something that made all the
other things in my life fall by the wayside and pale in comparison and I
didn't feel a loss where any of those things were concerned!

Now, don't get me wrong.  I still loved my mom and dad and my fifteen year
old big brother was also my best friend and living there at the motel and
starting junior high school this fall and expecting my favorite uncle to
come in for a visit for my birthday; all of this was still important.  But
it wasn't the most important thing anymore.  All of these people and things
were how I spent my time until the next time I could get nekked with
another guy and taste his cum.

Sort of like whistling while waiting in line to ride the roller coaster at
the Pavilion, yeah!  like that!

When Danny and I got home, we stopped at the living room door and told mom
and dad 'good night' and half answered mom's questions about Timbo's wake
with our usual 'yes, mam' and 'no mam' and then headed down the hall to our
bedroom.

Once behind the closed door, we both stripped off all our clothes...not
even going to bed with our usual white jockey briefs on.  For some reason,
sleeping without anything between our bodies and the sheets of our
respective bunk beds was important.

My five inches was as erect as it always seemed to stay anymore.  Danny's
beer can thick cock hung half hard as he hoisted his ass up to the top
bunk.  I wasn't surprised that he wasn't wanting me to suck his dick
tonight since he'd just fucked the officer in order for his partner to use
Danny's cum for lube in order to fist the cop's fuck hole.

'HEY, BUDDY!?!?!...YOU OK!?!!'...came Danny's whisper from above.

'YEAH, DANNY...I'M GREAT!!  WHY!?!?!'

'OH, I DON'T KNOW...WHAT WITH EVERYTHING THAT I'VE DRUG YOU THROUGH THIS
SUMMER WITH TRYING TO EARN SOME SPENDIN' MONEY BY SUCKING COCK AND PRIVATE
SEX PARTIES AND SOME OF THE STRANGE SHIT THAT SOME OF THESE OLD GUYS ASK US
TO DO FOR THEM!  I DIDN'T KNOW IF YOU WERE THINKING ALL OF THIS WAS MAYBE
JUST A LITTLE TOO FREAKY OR SOMETHING!  YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN, LITTLE
BRO!?!!?...'....he even leaned over the side of his bunk to get an idea of
how to gauge my response to his question...his concern!

'HELL, NO!!  DANNY!!  I REALLY HAVE HAD A GREAT TIME SUCKING COCK...AND ALL
THE OTHER STUFF TOO!!  WHY....WHY DO YOU ASK!?!?!!?....'....I noticed that
when I said this that he laid back down on his bed again.

'DOESN'T MATTER I GUESS....WONDERED IF YOU HAD ANY QUESTIONS OR ANYTHING
ABOUT IT ALL...WELL, DO YA!?!?!....'....!

This seemed like a strange question also but I decided to take advantage to
clear up some big holes in some of the 'hows' and 'whens' of his sexual
experiences...!

So, I asked: 'WHEN DID YOU AND DAD FIRST START HAVING SEX!?!?!?!...'

'WHAT!?!?!!....WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT...!!!!!....'...he almost forgot to
talk in a low voice so that mom and dad would hear.

'HEY, DANNY!!  KEEP IT DOWN...REMEMBER THE FOLKS!!!  AND DON'T TREAT ME
LIKE I MAKING SOMETHING UP OR THAT I'M STUPID!!  I'VE SEEN YOU FUCK DAD
SEVERAL TIMES WHILE WORKING WITH HIM AROUND THE MOTEL PROPERTY.  WHAT'S THE
BIG DEAL...SHOOT!!  YOU WALKED IN ON ME AND THE OLD MAN LAST WEEK IN THE
MAINTENANCE SHED WHERE I WAS SUCKING HIS DICK!  IT AIN'T ALL THAT....SO
DON'T LIE ABOUT IT!....'

With that confrontation, Danny jumped down to squat beside my lower bunk
and told me to scoot over.  Once he was laying there beside me, he began to
tell me how our father had walked into the bathroom to take a leak one
night after work when Danny was in the shower about two years ago.  Mom and
I had gone to the grocery store.

He told me that dad made a comment about that it looked like I was becoming
quite a good sized man.  Although, my brother was probably only thirteen or
so at that time, Danny was, even then, showing a very thick cut of cock
that hung about four inches...even soft.  After dad finished pissing, he
flushed the toilet and that caused the shower water to turn to icy cold and
Danny literally fell out of the tub shower to try and get away from it!

Dad, of course laughed his ass off in his good nature way that he did to
always help us keep things in the right kind of perspective.  He flopped
down on the toilet and helped Danny stand back up...nekked as a jaybird.
My brother said that dad never took his eyes off his dick.

'YOU KNOW WHAT THAT THING IS FOR, SON!?!?!?!...'...dad asked.

A little uneasy, Danny told him that he thought that he 'was figuring it
out'...!

Dad threw him a bath towel and told him to go to our bedroom.  A minute or
two later, he joined Danny there and shut the door to the room.  Standing
there in the middle of our bedroom, our dad dropped his boxers, which is
about all he wore when we watched TV at night as a family.  It was just the
casual way that a working man made himself at home after a hard day's work
was how mom explained it one day when I asked...so that was good enough for
me!

Danny said that dad's dick was hard as a rock and pointing at him where my
brother had taken a seat with the bath towel wrapped around his waist while
sitting on my bunk.

'ARE YOU JACKING YOU DICK YET SON!?!!?'....as our father pulled the skin
gathered around the base of his long thin cock up the shaft and over the
bulb sized cock head.  'GO ON BOY...SHOW ME HOW YOU DO YOURS....!  GO
ON....IT'S JUST US GUYS...WE'VE GOT A MINUTE OR TWO BEFORE YOUR MOM AND
BUDDY GET BACK...SHOW ME!....'....as he kept his own stroke steady while
waiting for my brother to join him!

So, Danny pulled back the towel and spread his legs as he leaned back on my
bed and started to awkwardly beat his meat while our dad looked down and
watched him.  Danny said that his fat seven was as hard as it always was
and still stays that way most of the time!

'DAMN!!  BOY....THAT'S A REAL HOLE STUFFER....!  HAVE YOU FUCKED ANYTHING
YET!?!?!?!'...and my wide eyed brother said 'no sir' but that some of the
guys at school had told him about pussy and that kind of stuff.

'YOU MEAN YOU AIN'T HAD NO ONE SUCK THAT BIG DICK YET!?!?!?...'...our dad
asked while staring at it with what Danny would come to learn was that
crazy 'get out of my way, I need sex now' kind of thing that we guys get.
He told me that was what guys call being 'horny'.

'NAH, DAD...NOT YET....I DIDN'T KNOW THAT ANYONE PUT A COCK IN THEIR
MOUTH...REALLY!!!...'...and with no words spoken, our father dropped to his
knees between my brother's open legs and swallowed that throat choker to
the root hairs.

'NO WAY, DANNY!!  DAD SUCKED YOU DICK...AAAAAH!  COME ON...HE REALLY SUCKED
YOUR DICK....!?!?!?!?!....I kept asking him as he continued his story.

Danny reassured me that it happened the first time just like the way he was
telling me...and to keep my voice down so that they wouldn't hear!

'WOWOWOWOWOW!!!....'...and he continued the story.

He said that dad got Danny's cock lodged down his throat...even without
gagging, he said....and it felt so damn good being the first blow job that
he'd ever gotten, that my brother blasted a hot creamy thirteen year old's
load into the man's gullet...and he said that dad swallowed every drop.

As soon as dad pulled off of Danny's cock, he said the old man rose up in a
squat and fired off his own load of daddy spunk all over Danny's lap and
thighs.  He said that our father fell forward on him and pulled him into a
bear hug and started that good natured laugh again and asked if 'Danny was
OK...'!!?!?!?

'YEAH, SURE DAD!  ARE YOU!?!?!?!...'...and this made our father laugh even
harder.  They talked about it while laying there on my bunk with dad
holding Danny.

Danny said that dad shared that some boys 'help each other out' by doing
such thinks while they're growing up'...just depends on whether the boy
wants to or not.  He explained that a guy needs to be careful so that he
doesn't get a name of being a 'queer'...!  Apparently, the way the old man
saw it was: helping out a good friend or a brother even, is being just
that...helping him out until he finds some pussy!  But going around and
just sucking anybody's dick is being a 'queer or a faggot'...and that he'd
need to be careful and not get that kind of name for himself.

Dad reassured Danny that he'd be glad to help him out from time to time so
that he learned the right way about how a man handles his sex.

Danny said that from that day on, he and dad began having sex almost once
or twice a week whenever they worked around the motel property.  He said
that dad got his cherry on Danny's fourteenth birthday.  He shared that dad
had loosened him up by finger fucking him for several weeks before having
my brother put some Vaseline up his shitter and then sitting down on dad's
long, thin cock and taking it, even the first time, down to the old man's
nuts.

He'd already been fucking dad almost every time that they had been getting
together there in the shed for months, so Danny figured that it had to be
OK...dad sure did seem to like it!  But mainly when they got together for
sex, they'd trade blow jobs for a few minutes and then dad would lean over
his work table and Danny would shove that huge cock of his up his father's
ass and fuck him like a man with a mission.

After a while, Danny said that it wasn't all that odd feeling to have sex
with dad...just like working around the motel...or going to a ball game
every once in a while...or watching wrestling together on Saturday nights
on TV; it was just one of those male bonding things that dads and sons
did...sometimes.

And HELL!!, he said, our dad was a great fuck!

Danny told me about finding Timbo sucking a old dude's dick one day in one
of the public rest rooms down on the beach and so they started bumming
around and eventually began fucking around.  Then at the beginning of the
tourist season this spring, Danny told Timbo than he wanted to make some
money so that he could go out for football this fall and did he know where
a fifteen year old could make a buck or two.

Timbo gave Danny the same 'how to please the old men who bring their
families down here for vacation and to pay some of us boys to have sex with
them' training session that Timbo gave me.  On Memorial Day weekend, the
first big tourist get-away for many of these families, Danny started
sucking these old men's cocks and letting them fuck his ass.

It was a month or so later, that I followed my brother after he climbed out
our bedroom window one night and watched in the shadows under the far end
of the pier as my big brother earned money sucking and getting fucked.

If you all remember, that's about where our story began a while back...and
NO!  I decided not to tell Danny about dad taking my cherry that night...!
I don't know why....it just didn't seem right to after the way he had
shared all of this with me...and besides, my brother thought that we could
make some serious cash by selling my young 'virgin' boy hole...what they
don't know can make...well, you get the idea!.

This was his night to tell me about how he found out about the best part of
being a guy with a peter...and it just wasn't right to spoil this
story...at least, not tonight!

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

Sunday morning meant french toast at the breakfast table.  It's a family
tradition that our dad looked forward to since he loved the way mom made it
with actual vanilla ice cream as part of the egg bath.  For a middle aged
guy who liked something like this a lot, he never put on any weight at all.

We also had another tradition in our family that mom might do the cooking,
but each of us took responsibility for washing our own plates once we were
finished.  It was just part of being in our family!  Since this was still
the 1970s, automatic dishwashers weren't the expectation of any modern
kitchen as they are now.

After breakfast, mom, Danny and I dressed for church services and dad would
usually head off to the sofa and crash with the Sunday newspaper.  This was
another one of his ideas of one of life's little rewards to get lost in the
'goings on in the world'.  The only time dad went to church with us was on
a holiday.  It was just the way that our family functioned and whether it
was ever a discussion for our folks privately, Danny and I would have never
known about those kind of things.

Private is private...another one of our family traditions!

The church we attended was associated with a Christian theology and for
such a religion to be found in the south, it tended to be fairly
traditional in its main Sunday morning service.  There was a Sunday school
prior to the actual service, but we no longer attended that once I was old
enough to go to public school.

Although mom took the lead with my brother and my spiritual training, we
knew that dad was a huge influence in this area also, regardless of his
'bonding' with his young sons.  Mom would say that GOD didn't care which
house of worship that we attended as long as we attended to worship GOD.
In its simplicity, this made a world of sense.

The church building was very old.  Built of brick and stone with a polished
veneered interior of rich wood, it was more a statement of its heritage
than of stateliness or status.  Truly interesting and strangely beautiful
with its old colored glass pane windows that prism the shore's mid-day
sunlight; filtering it through the rafters of the open ceiling where it
played among the huge wooden beams.

There was always during the summer months a real mix of local residents and
visiting vacationers who were looking for a place to worship while away
from their home churches.  The minister always stood at the main door to
have a personal moment with each of us after the service.  He was an older
man with a weather worn face that he had developed from his years of
sailing and while enlisted in the Navy until he retired several years ago
before coming to our church.

Reverend Walt, as he liked to be called by his congregation, was personable
and one of those kind of men who could relate to most all different kinds
of people and always seemed to be genuine in whatever someone else was
involved in.  Without saying, he was well liked and considered to be fair
in how he managed the church board in meeting the church's
responsibilities.

Reverend Walt's wife was a very quiet and demure lady.  Mom said that she
was 'painfully shy' and always seemed to fade into the background publicly.
Once the women of the church realized it was her bashfulness and not
feeling superior socially, they all took her under their wing and made sure
that they made her at ease in whatever get together that were held...and
they became caretakers to her sensitivity.

When we finally reached where Reverend Walt stood greeting everyone
goodbye, he made a point to ask about my up coming birthday in the next
couple of weeks.  Once mom affirmed that fact, he congratulated me on the
big event.  He then asked if she would allow Danny and myself to have lunch
with a few of the church officials that usually ate together on Sundays.

This wasn't as odd sounding as it appears since the minister and his wife
had no children of their own, they were known for 'borrowing' some of the
members' kids each week in order to enjoy the company of the youth.  Many
of the parents also relished this invitation since it also meant a rare,
shall we suggest, intimate break for them...!  Like who was going to
complain or object.

This was mine and Danny's first invitation and we felt pretty special to
finally be invited.  Mom saw that we were kind of excited, her
interpretation while ours was really just kind of curious about seeing
inside the parsonage and wondering what they had to eat.  We were typical
guys in that way!

Mom was reassured that he'd get us home later in the afternoon and for her
to go home and relax and have a nice Sunday afternoon.  She thanked him
warmly and admonished us about manners and behavior before leaving with a
wave.

The parsonage wasn't no where as old as the church building but had been
designed and constructed in a similar style since it sat on one end of the
church property.  Once there, we were joined by the choir director who
happened to be one of the teachers at our school.  He was fairly young and
so tanned and blond that most of the single woman in the church were always
coming to choir practice on Wednesday nights whether they could carry a
tune in a gallon bucket or not!

Here, in much the same way as Reverend Walt, Mr. Blackburn had an easy way
in relating to people even though it was not any where as personable as the
minister.  Respectful yet sort of distant was how the group of gossips
referred about how he held back a bit when it came to his talking about
himself or from where he was from.  But all he had to do was smile those
pearly whites in their direction and you'd have thought that Elvis was
leading the choir.

With Mr. Blackburn being unmarried, he seemed to be a regular guest of
Reverend Walt and his wife.  She seemed as fond of him as her husband.  To
be honest, the young man was about the right age to have been their son if
they'd have ever been blessed with children.

The adults made a point to focus on us with questions about what grades
were we in school and what were our favorite subjects and how was it living
there at the motel's manager's apartment and it must be a wonderful
opportunity to meet so many different people from far away and so and
so....!  They made a point of congratulating Danny on making the football
team his first time at trying out...which made him blush and beam at them
even being aware of his accomplishment.

The food was what honored guests in any respectable southern home would
expect on a Sunday and consisted of fried chicken and mashed potatoes with
a milk gravy and a side of beans and corn with some of the highest and
fluffiest biscuits that I had ever seen.  It was absolutely some of the
best food that I had ever had...and mom ain't a bad cook at all!

For dessert, the minister's wife served a peach cobbler from actual peaches
from the Carolina peach groves that she'd canned this summer.  The cobbler
was still warm and it was in a bowl with a huge scoop of vanilla ice cream
on top.  You just can't get more southern that this.

She apologized about not having made me a cake to celebrate my birthday
after the meal.  She made a promise that she'd have Reverend Walt drop one
off later in the week.  I told her that she didn't have to go to so much
trouble and we looked across the table and smiled very sweetly and made
sure that I knew that it would be a pleasure for her to bake one just for
me.  I had no doubt at all that there was a ton of heart felt truth behind
that admission; so I thanked her and returned her smile.  She blushed
deeply and returned her gaze to her folded hands in her lap.

When the meal was over, of course Danny and I rose from the table and
started toward the kitchen with our plates.  This wasn't an expectation in
this house and the minister's wife flapped her apron at us and even giggled
at assuring us that there'd be none of that in her house when she had
honored guests...especially as nice as she considered Danny and I to
be...'SO SCOOT OUT OF MY KITCHEN....'...she insisted, and we did!

The reverend and Mr. Blackburn herded us down to the basement rec room.  It
was a guy's kind of room with all kinds of activity areas such as a large
pool table and a dart board and a TV lounge area and another section with a
jukebox of old 45 records.  On the far end was a ping pong table and a
basketball hoop hung about as high as the ceiling would allow.  At another
end of the cavernous room was a section with tables set up for board games
that was banked on one wall with floor to ceiling shelving with just about
every game that a department store would carry and on the other wall was a
counter with a refrigerator and a stove and a sink.

The walls were covered in sports team banners and logos and framed posters
of some of any boy's favorite athletes.  The floors were concrete which
enhanced the natural coolness of being in the basement.  On the other side
of the kitchen area was an open bathroom with a sink and a toilet behind an
open half wall.  What was really interesting was that the walls in this
bathroom was that there were a couple of shower heads mounted like in a
locker room back at school.  In keeping with this part of the room's theme,
there was a locker room bench in the middle of the floor with several large
white towels rolled up and waiting to dry someone's freshly showered butt.

My older brother was transfixed by a Johnny Unitis poster where the
photographer had captured him in mid throw and I was landlocked in the
center of the room in a slow pivot trying to take in all in.  The two men
smiled broadly and seemed satisfied with the effect that the room's
ambiance had on us.  For two young boys of the 70s to be able to be in such
a place was so unfathomable and unexpected, it would rank right up with
going to the opening of Disney World down in Florida.

Reverend Walt asked us what we thought about the rec room.  Neither one of
us could put it in words...the room spoke for itself...loudly!  Blackburn
laughed good naturedly which caused us to break our stupors and rejoin
reality.  The teacher chose a couple of selections on the juke box.  The
older man headed toward the pool table and invited us to come down and play
a round with him.

Danny had more practice than I had but neither one of us were all that
experienced.  We weren't going to turn down such a rare opportunity to
practice some though.  Reverend Walt asked if Mr. Blackburn was going to
join us and he said that he thought he'd grab a shower first.  The minister
told him to go ahead and to make himself at home since he knew his way
around.

From the pool table area of the room, anyone would be able to see into the
open bathroom.  It was slightly at an angle but still provided plenty of
sight lines from whatever position at the table a player took for their
next shot.

All of a sudden, Danny asked if he could check out the free weights set up
across the room in front of the bathroom area.  The minister told him of
course and to let someone know if he needed someone to spot for him.  The
older man and I racked up the balls and began our game.  He was patient
making sure to show me some basic technique and really appeared to enjoy
teaching me.  He'd stand behind me and then lean over me adjusting my aim
and providing this pointer and making suggestions of strategy.

My fifteen year old brother was tentatively lifting some light weights
after removing his dress shirt and leaving on his white t-shirt so that he
wouldn't mess it up with sweat and such.  His young muscles flexed and
swelled under the strain.  From the bathroom area, I heard the choir
director comment on how he could see why Danny hadn't had any trouble
making the football team and offered yet again to spot for him if he wanted
to bench press.

So, Danny figured why not and took a seat facing away from the bathroom
area and laid back on the bench and found a grip on the weight bar.  About
that time is when Mr. Blackburn walked out of the shower area where he'd
been preparing to bathe and positioned himself at Danny's head as my
brother hoisted the bar to begin a press.

Seriously, I don't think I had seen a more developed and beautiful
masculine body on any man than I did at that moment when Blackburn stood
there with his legs spread over my brother's reclined head and was a nekked
as the day he was born...no, that's not quite right.  Blackburn was
certainly better equipped and matured than the day his was born, that was a
'fer sure'!!  The dick on this choir director/teacher hung at least as long
as Timbo's did when the seventeen year old was alive.

OMG!!!!  The expression on Danny's face was of the proverbial deer caught
in the headlights wide eyed stare which probably wasn't too wise what with
something that long and pendulous swinging back and forth over his head.
Danny lost his grip on the barbell but Mr. Blackburn caught it and returned
it to the benches rack.  The young man smiled down at my brother and shook
his hips just enough to get the prick to tease Danny with an obvious
invitation.

After ensuring that he had the boy's interest, he turned back toward where
the water was spraying in the open shower.  Danny looked over at where
Reverend Walt had basically had lain down across my back where I also was
in shock from what I'd just witnessed so much so that at first I didn't
even notice a sizable growing bulge inching its way over my clothed
backside.  When it was about half hard, I became very aware of it.

Meanwhile, back in the shower, Danny had removed the rest of his clothes,
leaving them on the bench, then joining the young teacher under the
cascading water taking the classical praying pose on his knees in front of
the now stiffening mammoth cock.  Only taking a quick look up to the man's
lust filled eyes, Danny opened his mouth wider that I would have ever
thought possible, and I'd seen him suck some impressive pieces of man meat,
then literally swallowed its impossible length down to the young man's
blond haired sperm sack...and stayed there...for what seemed like forever.

When Danny came back off that fence post of a cock, he literally was
coughing and sputtering for air like a drowning man.  No matter; as soon as
he got his breathing under control, he repeated taking the whole thing into
the deepest recesses of his gullet and sucking with a crazed passion that
I'd never seen him possess before.  Blackburn went slack legged and grabbed
the back of Danny's head and starting skull fucking the teenagers throat
like a piston in the cylinder of a formula one racer...no crap!!

The minister's hard cock could no longer be ignored, and to be honest;
seeing my brother devour that 'Ripley's Believe It or Not' freak show of a
dick in the shower, I was hungry for some grade A meat myself.  I twisted
my nearly twelve year old body around so that I was laying on the pool
table with my head hanging off the side.  With that adjustment, the
Reverend Walk dropped his suit pants and aimed his thick cue stick and sunk
it down my very open mouth and pass my tonsils.  I was in heaven...no pun
intended.

'DAMN BOY, YOUR THROAT IS LIKE VELVET...SUCK MY COCK BOY...SUCK IT
GOOD...I'VE GOT A LOT OF 'MILK AND HONEY' FOR YOU SON...JUST KEEP THAT UP
AND WE'LL BOTH GET TO OUR 'GREAT REWARD'...!...'....and so on and so on and
so on!  If I hadn't been so out of my mind with needing this elder man's
throat fucker doing exactly that, I guess I might have laughed at his silly
statements, but the more into the act of taking this man of GOD's manhood
into my gullet with increasingly more heat and passion, it just heightened
the whole experience and lost it's silliness!

It was about this time that I heard a low pitched yelp from my brother that
I would find out later was where Blackburns fence post was now making it's
way up Danny's shitter and from what he would tell me after we got home
later that afternoon, had stretched his hole further than he'd ever had it
stretched before.  Not that this hurt as much as the fact of the savage
lustiness of his thrust which didn't seem to care about whether it was
hurtful or damaging to this teen's butt hole one way or another.  .

Danny told me that he didn't think that Blackburn ever got the whole thing
buried completely up his backdoor but that where ever he got when he got as
far as he could that this started to cause Danny to begin spasming and
jerking and blasting out ropes of teenager cum like a fire hose.  All of
this created his ass sphincters to grasp this huge cock of the choir
director's so that this actually milked it like an old farmer making the
morning rounds with his dairy cows.

Mr. Blackburn deposited so much creamy man seed up my brother's butt that
when he finally withdrew, there was a large quantity of fluid actually
gushed out his pooter like those pictures that we'd seen on TV of that
gieser called 'Old Faithful' up there in that Jelly Stone Park...or
whatever.

The choir director and Danny took several minutes to cleanse themselves and
just horse around good spiritedly.  This was a good thing since the
Reverend Walt took quite a while in sharing his hot steamy load down my
gullet to join the peach cobbler and mashed potatoes.  I'd learned a long
time ago that older dudes, especially as old as our minister, tended to
take somewhat more time even with the best of my efforts to help them reach
that fuzzy feeling deep in their lower guts that usually signaled their
impending orgasm.

Once he had finished and had helped me sit up-right on to the pool table,
he did what practically every man whom I had ever sucked off did when we
finished; he rustled my hair and gave me a big toothy smile in gratitude.
I believe that I would have missed this if one even once didn't do it.
This little gesture of thanks and affection was like getting a report card
each semester....and I'm proud to say that I seemed to always get straight
'A's...!

'FOR A BOY WHO HASN'T SHED HIS CRACKER YET...'...said the good
reverend...'...YOU CERTAINLY KNOW HOW TO GIVE A MAN A GLIMPSE OF HEAVEN!!'

Of course both grown men gave us the 'PLEASE DON'T TELL ANYONE WHAT WE ALL
HAD DONE' talk and Reverend Walt even used the argument that GOD gave us
men dicks so that we can help each other out like this until we marry, or
like in his case, the wife no longer wants to provide these services for
her husband.  Men helping each other out like this helped married men to be
able to stay married and not break GOD's rule about not committing adultery
and divorce and all.

I guess this reasoning would have made a lot of good sense to Danny and
myself if we didn't enjoy having sex with men as much as we did.  But here
is another example of what these two hadn't realized about how we enjoyed
sex with men and that wasn't going to matter one way or the other and was
better left as they perceived it.

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

The Reverend Walt's wife offered us another serving of peach cobbler,
before Mr. Blackburn gave us a ride home; we declined while thanking her
for her hospitality and kindness and telling her that we didn't think we
could eat another bite of anything!

As we pulled up to the parking lot, Mr. Blackburn shared with us that he
and the reverend were planning to start a Youth Ministry once a month down
in the basement and would hope that we could join them.  He assured us that
he would let our folks know about it and pave the way for us to continue to
worship with them regularly.

My brother, Danny and I, thanked him for the ride home and for showing us
the recreation room in the basement of the minister's home.  We then got
out of the car and headed inside the motel manager's apartment where we
living with our parents who ran this motel here in Myrtle Beach.

Mom was in the kitchen working on supper in her house dress.  When I asked,
she said dad was taking a shower.

Danny headed to the maintenance shed to get in some weight training since
tomorrow was his first day for football practice before school begins.  I
went down the hall to the bathroom to take a leak.

I didn't need to knock since we guys didn't see any sense in that kind of
silliness.  Shoot, we're all three guys, ain't we!!  So, I opened the door
and there my father stood and was about ready to step into the shower.  He
looked behind his shoulder to see who it was and smiled that half assed
grin of his when he saw it was me.

I was about to bust my almost twelve year old bladder and stumbled over to
the toilet and pulled down the zipper on my go-to-church pants and let a
steady stream fly.  As I finished, I noticed that dad had not entered the
tub for his shower, but was leaning against the sink slowly pulling the
skin back from the head of his long slender cock and still had that shit
eating grin going on.

'YOU TASTED PUSSY YET SON!?!!?...'...my father asked me as I was shaking
the last couple of drops of piss into the toilet.

I shook my head 'no'...and just stared at the first cock that had ever been
up my young shitter and took my cherry about a month ago.  I didn't
understand it then, but every time that I got a chance to look at my dad's
cock, it always affected me differently some how that other guys usually
did.  I mean, I always got the tingling funny feeling in my gut when I was
about to have sex with a dude...but with my father it was much deeper in
some way...special...or something!

'DO YOU WANT TO....!?!?!?....'...my dad asked as he finished pulling the
foreskin all the way down his shaft causing his peter to stiffen to where
it was about half hard.

I looked up at his face with a big question mark across my brow...one of
those 'duh????' moments.  His answer was to take a step toward where I had
took a seat on the toilet and hauled the length of his cock up to my mouth
and waved it back and forth waiting for me to open wide.

'HERE'S YOUR CHANCE...JUICES ARE STILL FRESH FROM HER CUNT....!  GO
ON...LICK IT...GET A TASTE FOR PUSSY CUM...!!  WHO KNOWS, YOU MAY LIKE
IT!!!....'....and with that tease, I stuck out my tongue and licked the
head tentatively.

It didn't taste bad...the cummy taste was there....dad's own particular
musky older man spunky flavor...now mixed with a deeper, sweeter syrupy
pungent taste.  It wasn't bad at all, but then I wasn't complaining about
the usual man liquids....in fact, as Will Rogers use to say, 'I've never
swallowed a man's load that I didn't like...'...or some shit.

As I actually closed my mouth around dad's dickhead and sucked while
running my tongue all around the underside of his shaft, it hit me!!!!
OMG!!  I was tasting my mother's pussy juices...OMG!!!

I'm pretty sure that dad noticed the change in my attitude at that moment
because he grabbed the back of my head with both hands and sunk his prick
all the way down my throat; which after being skull fucked for most of the
afternoon by the good Reverend Walt, I didn't have any trouble at all in
actually finally getting this longer cock down into my throat...without
gagging.

That's all I needed and put the reality of what I was experiencing on the
back burner and allowed my sperm donor to drag his dick from the pits of my
throat and out into the fresh air again.  He brushed the head across my
lips a couple of times and advised me to get zipped up and out of there so
that he could get a shower before my mom called us all for supper.

Like the good son that I was, I did as I was told and joined Danny in front
ot the TV in the living room.  I straddled my big brother at about where
his legs joined his butt and fell across his back trying to wrestle with
him a bit.  He easily threw me off his back while laughing and asking what
had gotten into me.  I whispered that I'd tell him later....!  Danny looked
at me a minute and then his eyes lit up with knowing...and gave me a
playful shove to roll me away from him.

It was Sunday night so professional football was on the tube...the Jets I
believe were playing...who else, I couldn't remember if my life depended on
it.  My mind was still trying to get it's self around the idea of sucking
my dad's pussy and cum slick cock....and licking around with my tongue
along the roof and around my teeth and gums trying to savor the last of
what it had tasted like.

Danny leaned over and whispered into my ear that he sure could tell that my
peter was getting bigger since when I laid across his backside, I had been
hard.  Well, that was the first time that anyone had noticed the size of my
cock to comment on it and I flushed with a man's pride at having it
acknowledged.

'YOU BOYS STOP THAT HORSING AROUND AND ONE OF YOU GO GET YOUR FATHER TO THE
TABLE....NOW!!!....'....called mom from the recesses of the kitchen.

I tried to jump up and head down the hall towards the bathroom but Danny
pulled me back down to the rug and leaped up over where I laid there
sprawled and effortlessly made it to the bathroom door and opened it a
crack to tell dad that supper was ready.

'...BE THERE IN A MINUTE....!!!....'...came his reply.

Once that we were all at the table, mom started passing her fried chicken
around.  Then came the expected questions about what we had for lunch at
the reverend's house and was she a good cook and what did we do all
afternoon and who brought us home and on and on and on!  But it was
OK....it was expected to be asked with this kind of interest....it's what a
family did when they cared for each other....at least this is how our
family worked!

Danny usually let me do the talking which wasn't a big deal to me one way
or the other.  I reassured mom that no one made better fried chicken than
she did...which was true...at least as far as I was concerned.  I even told
her that everything that she made always tasted the best...!...and yes, I
did notice the quick glance that my dad shot me across the table when I
said that.

While mom was serving us her coconut cream pie, dad brought up the fact
that Danny would be at football practice for the next two weeks almost
everyday and did I think that I'd be able to pick up the slack while he was
gone during the day.

My big brother spoke up and reassured dad that I had been doing it for the
last week of so anyway and that I seemed to have it down pat.  It was good
to hear Danny speak up for me like this but then, he wanted to make sure
that nothing interfered with his getting to the football field each day.

He also told dad and mom that Mr. Riley would be bringing him home each day
after practice so that he and mom wouldn't have to leave the motel office
during the busier check-in times for incoming guests.  This really pleased
both of them but they still wanted to know if this wasn't an imposition on
this kind hearted coach/teacher.  My brother said that it was Mr. Riley's
idea and had insisted.  What Danny didn't tell them that this young teacher
was going to make sure that he got compensation every afternoon behind the
'Welcome to Myrtle Beach' billboard at the other end of the strip.

After supper, we all gathered back into the living room to finish watching
the game.  At about the usual time, dad reminded us that it was bedtime and
for us to move our butts!  Like usual, the folks would catch the local news
cast before turning in.

Once that we were in our bedroom and out of our Sunday clothes, I sat on
the end of my lower bunk bed and watched Danny drop his briefs.  It was
apparent that my gaze was locked on his half hard cock, so he hoisted it up
in his hand and shook it at me.  I licked my lips.  I was still horny from
sucking mom's pussy juices off of dad's dick before he got into the
shower...so I was motivated to drain someone's main vein before going to
sleep tonight.

'HOLD ON A MINUTE...'...Danny spoke in a low voice as to not be heard by
the folks down the hall....'...I WANT TO SEE HOW BIG THAT LITTLE BROTHER
DICK IS GETTING TO BE...!  COME ON NOW....DROP THE DRAWERS SO THAT BIG
BROTHER CAN SEE WHAT WAS STABBING HIM IN THE BACK THIS AFTERNOON...!...'

So, at his urging, I hooked my thumbs in the back of my white jockey briefs
and raised up my ass enough to slip them off my ass and down my legs onto
the floor where I kicked them away.  I leaned back on my elbows and spread
my legs wide and proudly displayed my almost twelve year old peter for
Danny's inspection.

'DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMNN, BRO....!!!  LOOK AT THAT THANG...HOW THICK IT'S
GETTING TO BE!  THAT'S HOW MINE STARTED GROWING AT ABOUT YOUR AGE AND IT
WASN'T TOO LONG UNTIL IT KEPT GETTING BIGGER AROUND AND BIGGER AROUND UNTIL
MINE LOOKS MORE LIKE A SODA CAN THAN A NORMAL PRICK!  YEP!!  YOU'RE GONNA
HAVE A THROAT CHOKER AND AN ASS STRETCHER JUST LIKE ME...FOR
SURE!!...!!!...HEY, DON'T EVEN WORRY ABOUT WHETHER YOU CAN 'SHED YOUR
CRACKER YET OR NOT'...IT TOOK ME A WHILE TO GET THERE ALSO...!!!!.....'

If I received nothing else for my birthday this week than what Danny had
just told me, I wouldn't feel slighted at all.  To show him my
appreciation, I dropped my lower jaw about as far as I had seen him do in
order to suck that giant dick of Mr. Blackburn's this afternoon down in the
reverend's rec room and swallowed it down to where it usually butted up
against the entry of my throat.  It was still just a bit too wide to pass
into my gullet.

I sucked my big brother's cock for all I was worth...!  Years later I would
know this kind of sex as passion and lust where a man's need is greater
that his convictions and the control of his mind.  It's that hunger that
has to be quenched or a male just can't be held responsible for his
reaction to being denied.

I must of been too aggressive because Danny kept telling me to slow down
some; that he wanted to make it last.  I was so out of it, that he finally
took control and grabbed me by the ears and began an easy pace where his
bloated shaft actually dragged along the membrane of my mouth and tongue
that was increased by my suctioning in an attempt to massage his tube of
flesh as best as I could.

I even scraped my teeth along the bottom of his dick a couple of times to
quiet him down because his groans were becoming a bit too loud.  It was
maybe the second time of doing this that he suddenly pulled all the way
out; only leaving the fat head of his dick resting on my outstretched
tongue.

Within moments, a steady flood of creamy white cum began to ooze out of his
piss slit and collect on my tongue before it accumulated to a large enough
amount as to start a gentle slide down my throat and into my gullet in
waves.  This monster of a cock twitched and jerked there in the opening of
my mouth while depositing my big brother's load in joining mom's fried
chicken.

In a far away distance, I heard my own moans as I became aware of my peter
spazing and jumping up and down on my belly as I gave it my best effort in
not letting a drop of Danny's nectar escape my need.

'DAMN BOYS...!!!  YOU ALL SURE HAVE GROWN UP FAST....!!!!'....and with that
we became aware that my Uncle Mark was sitting in his wheelchair at our
slightly opened bedroom doorway after just having arrived to help celebrate
my birthday.

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.  ' 'YOU ALL GO ON TO SLEEP
NOW...WE'LL HAVE A CHANCE TO VISIT AND CATCH UP ON EVERYTHING TOMORROW!!  I
HEAR YOU MOM AND DAD COMING BACK FROM UNLOADING MY TRUCK!!...G'NIGHT BOTH
OF YOU...!!!....'....and with that, Uncle Mark backed away from our bedroom
door and shut it quickly.  We heard him tell our folks that when he'd
checked in on us that we were already asleep and that they would all
surprise us tomorrow morning at breakfast!

I'd like to say that Danny and I were shocked by our uncle's matter of fact
way of reacting to me swallowing my fifteen year old brother's creamy load
but after this summer of first experiences of my coming into my own
sexually and even selling sexual favors to the old married dudes under the
pier who had brought their families here for vacation and look for some of
us local boys to do what the old lady won't anymore.

Embarrassed???  A little!  Ashamed????  Not really!  Uncle Mark had always
been bawdy about off colored comments that were usually about sex and such.
I figured that was to build up his image since he had lost both his legs
below the knees in Viet Nam.  Since coming home and getting through rehab
and finding a job as a dispatcher with the Asheville police department, he
had made a life for himself that appeared to be outgoing and as independent
as possible.

He had a cabin right off the Blue Ridge Parkway that he had designed to be
accessible to his mobility needs.  He even helped build it with a couple of
buddies....always proving that nothing was going to stop him from living a
full life.

I was pretty sure that one of the reasons that Danny started lifting
weights was because of seeing how Uncle Mark had developed his upper body
by joining the YMCA and getting into a program that ensured that his upper
body strength would and could compensate for what he'd lost when the land
mine took his legs.

He had worked on his pecs and arms and abs to the point that a white cotton
t-shirt would cling over the pumped up muscles like a second skin.  It was
hard not to notice how his nipples protruded from his hard pecs in the way
that they almost poked through the fabric of the shirt.

It wasn't that our uncle was vain; no one could accuse him of this....but
it definitely stated loudly that what body that he had left was every bit
the man that demanded respect from others, especially other men.  Yeah,
that was it...I'm fairly sure!  Uncle Mark didn't want people to
concentrate on his 'disability' but to see the 'man' that he had become.
By developing what he had to near perfection and combining it with an
outgoing friendly disposition that didn't mind saying what he thought and
could balance it with a sharp wit and easy manner.

Out of his four brothers, including our dad, we were the only nephews that
he had.  Each of the other uncles had girls.  Most of them were younger
than Danny and I.  Dad was the oldest of the five and Uncle Mark was the
youngest.  I had the impression that dad and Uncle Mark were like Danny and
I in the way that we had a closeness and special bond and that this was
true even before the younger brother's war injury.  A respect....where each
always has the other's back but at the same time, allowing each to be who
they were and acknowledging that without judgment!

So, after I finished swallowing Danny's large load and wiped my mouth and
received the usual good nature head rub from him as he crawled into the
upper bunk; we fell asleep.  Although I was excited by knowing that Uncle
Mark was here to help celebrate my twelfth birthday; it also helped send me
off to dreamland quickly knowing that he had arrived.  Well, that and the
hot blow job that I'd given Danny's throat choker a little earlier.  Gosh,
darn!!!  life is good!!!

Dawn and breakfast came early and once at the breakfast table and everyone
made a big deal over Uncle Mark's arrival, we all settled down to some of
mom's incredible pancakes and maple syrup that he'd brought from the maple
tree's of Asheville.

Dad settled us down and reminded us that mom would take Danny to football
practice and that I needed to start policing the beach and parking lot for
trash patrol.  There was work to be done.  Uncle Mark asked what could he
do to help and dad said if he wanted to hang with him around the
maintenance shop, he'd sure appreciate the help.  So the day began with
each of us having our assignments.

Our uncle rolled his wheelchair out the door with mom and Danny making sure
that he made a big fuss about my big brother's going out for football.  He
asked all the usual questions about what position was he going out for and
when the pre-season games were going to be and how had the team performed
over the past couple of seasons.  There was a promise that he'd try and get
back down for one of his home games if Danny would let him know the
schedule for this fall.

I headed for the beach and checked the trash cans and general trash thrown
on our motels frontage.  It was already heating up early with clear skies
and that brilliant Carolina blue that tends to bounce off of the Atlantic.
There was a few tourists already strolling down the shore; even one of two
fairly obvious older men by-themselves who were looking to see if any of us
local boys were available for special entertainment later tonight down
under the pier.

I kept on task and moved on to the parking lot to repeat the trash patrol.
I'd offer to help departing guests with loading their station wagons for
their return trip back to the factory jobs that most of them worked to
provide for their families.  Mom and dad had taught Danny and I to extend
this kind of courtesy as much as providing a positive experience while
staying at our motel that they managed but also because it was the right
thing to do.

I went by and checked on Ol' Ruby in the laundry to see if she needed
anything and ended up taking around some linen and supplies for some of the
housekeepers who always forgot this or that or the other every morning when
they loaded their carts.  I didn't mind since it was always good to hear
Ol' Ruby laughing and singing her native island songs.  She just made
people feel better by being around her.

A short time later, after I checked the motel office staff to see if there
had been any needs called in by guests that I could help with; I finally
made it to the maintenance shed to see what dad had for me to do next.  He
and Uncle Mark were pulling the guts out of an air conditioning unit to
replace the freon and refurbish the thermostat.  Some non sensible
bantering back and forth about how it should be done was going on between
the two of them.  It sounded like the younger brother was trying to
aggravate the elder by just arguing to be arguing...the way all brothers
do.

Uncle Mark had abandoned his wheelchair and had found a perch up on the
work bench so that he could peer down at the innards of the A/C unit and
would hand dad whatever tool that he asked for or that Uncle Mark thought
he should use.  In other words, not a whole lot of anything was getting
done...but I could tell that they both were enjoying it for what it was...a
good time!

Dad had me hang around there with them and run the errands and do the
simple repairs such as plunging toilets and changing light bulbs whenever
one of the housekeepers would call and report a minor need.  He'd remind me
to also go by and check with Ol' Ruby and make sure that she was OK and
didn't need extra help.  This kept me popping in and out of the shed for
most of the morning.

Mom called us for lunch around noon and we had her tuna salad with pickles
and chips on the side.  Quick and easy meal so that we could all get back
to our responsibilities without being gone for too long.  She always made a
plate for the front desk clerk and took it to them; here again, just
because in her way of thinking is that it was the right thing to do.  No
body made a lot of money for any jobs back in the 1970s...it was just the
economy of the non-unionized south.  Considerations and thoughtfulness was
one way a good boss could provide their employees respect when there wasn't
much else that the company offered as far as benefits and such.  Just the
way it was, especially for a seasonal beach community.

After lunch, dad and Uncle Mark headed back down to shed and I was sent to
work with Ol' Ruby for the rest of the afternoon in the laundry.  About an
hour into being there helping load and unload the dryers and washers, one
of the housekeepers called down from one of the guest rooms to report that
a bath towel bar had come off the wall and needed to be remounted.  No big
deal but I told Ol' Ruby that I'd get dad's tool box and take care of it
since we were getting caught up for the day.

I headed down to the maintenance shed and noticed that the shed's door was
pulled closed which was kind of odd what with the heat and humidity in
August and the work area was not air conditioned.  You counted on the large
box fans and the ocean breezes to circulate through to stay as cool as
possible.

When I was about five or six feet away from the door, I heard a low
guttural 'DAMN BRO...!!!'...come from inside.  After the sexual awakening
that I'd had this summer, I recognized this to sound familiar in that kind
of animal sort of way.  With that acknowledgement, I circled around back
and thought I'd better check out what was up by peering through the back
window that was built high enough up so that at my height that I would have
to stand on my tip toes in order to peek through and see anything.

I guess that I should have been blown away by what I saw, and yes, it did
in some small way catch me off guard a bit; but then again, not really when
I thought about it later.  How could seeing my dad's nekked ass from where
he was bent over my uncle there on the work bench as he licked Uncle Marks
arm pits alternately with those swollen nips.  It was my uncle who kept
repeating the: 'DAMN BRO..!!!...'...over and over again through clenched
teeth.  His t-shirt was pulled behind his neck exposing his muscle magazine
physique for my dad's mouth and tongue to pleasure his body with that kind
of masculine foreplay that my buddy Timbo had taught me earlier this
summer.

Uncle Mark's back was arched and although dad's work pants were kicked off
to the side of his feet, it looked like my uncle still had his long shorts
still on.  From the look of things though, it didn't seem to matter at this
point no how.  I did notice that the large jar of Vaseline that dad kept in
his desk drawer for when Danny fucked him was there on the work table with
the lid screwed off.

While dad literally ate his younger brother's chest for all he was worth, I
happened to see that he'd jam several fingers down into the Vaseline jar
and bring out a sizable amount and then massage something that was just out
of view from where I could see.  SHOOT!!!!

Then I overheard the darnedest conversation between the two men.

'YOU SURE ABOUT THIS BRO....IT'S BEEN A WHILE!...'

'HELL YEAH!  I'M SURE....AND YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT THAT IT'S BEEN WAY TOO DAMN
LONG!  YOU UP FOR IT!?!?!?!'...was my dad's response.

'SURE AS SHIT I'M READY....!!!  TURN AROUND AND EASE ON BACK!!!  JUST TAKE
IT SLOW MAN...!...'

...and with that precaution from my uncle, my father turned his ass around
to face my Uncle Mark which allowed me a better view of what he had been
massaging with the Vaseline.

OMG!!!  With my dad's hand holding the lubed stump of my uncle's left leg
in order to position it for the right angle for penetration, he grunted
loudly as he fed the amputated limb into the first few inches of his colon.
OMG!!!

'DAMN BRO!!!  YOU'VE GOT ONE TIGHT FUCKIN' HOLE THERE!  DON'T GET TO HEATED
UP...JUST EASE ON BACK!!...'...was the younger brother's instructions.

Didn't do a lot of good though as far as dad was concerned.  He had that
'eyes rolled back in his head' 'who the HELL cares' 'I'm impaling myself on
my gimp brother's stump for as far as I can take it' expression and there
was NO turning back.  To HELL with caution...this was out and out animal
lust of the highest order.

Uncle Mark grabbed the older man's hips and controlled the descent of his
brother's shitter as it slid down the length of his thigh.  Every once in a
while, dad would stop and sort of bounce a short and quick up and down as
if allowing his innards to adjust to the girth of the younger man's leg.
Then when that seemed to stretch his sphincter a tad bit more, he'd back up
another inch or two and do the same thing again.

It was amazing to watch.  Who would have thought that such a thing was
possible!!?!?  But after I'd had my father take my ass cherry and sucked
every cock, including my brother's and our preacher's and one of the local
beach patrolmen and a truck driver and sex parties where I drank piss and
watched my brother and our friend get bred by two big dogs; well,
shoot!...why the devil would this be all that odd!!!?!?...and it surely
shouldn't have surprised me that my dad and his brother were intimate
sexually.  At this point, I guess I wondered just how many of their
brothers helped each other out when they were all growing
up....hmmmmmmmmmmm!?!??!!?

...and then another thought hit me; is this what I will have to do before I
'shed my cracker'!?!?!

Soon, really sooner that I would have thought; dad stopped with probably
about, from what I could estimate, about eleven or twelve inches of Uncle
Mark's leg up his ass hole, He started doing that bouncing thing again but
this time he didn't stop.  As he continued this weird kind of fucking
himself on his younger brother's stump, he became more agitated and
aggressive by shoving backward with such force that I now understood why
Uncle Mark made a point of holding onto dad's hips.

My father's long narrow cock was swinging wildly; occasionally slapping his
hard belly with a smack.  With each backward thrust, dad wold give out an:
'UMPHHHHH!!!!'....'...over and over again that came from that same far off
place that his eyes and mind had apparently escaped to.

Then with a low: 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH
SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTT!!!!...'...and without ever touching his cock even
once; my dad started spraying his cum in spurts like an ocean wave cresting
on an outcrop of rocks or pilings near the shore.  His spunk went
everywhere...in high arches...splattering and hanging in thick dripping
strings of white creamy goo where ever it landed!

Uncle Mark just continued to stare at the back of dad's head as it whipped
backward while his older brother's dick fired off volley after volley of
cannon ball sized globs of cum.

"DAMN BRO!  HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE YOU HAD A GOOD FUCK!?!?!?...'...was
the younger brother's rhetorical question that didn't need a credible
answer.  He continued to hold the older man steady as dad began to regain
his bearing and come back to his senses.  He had unloaded so much jiz that
his cock finally depleted it's load and just continued to jerk and twitch
in its erect state until dad slowly...very slowly....eased himself off his
brother's stump.  When the outer ring of dad's asshole finally released the
protruding limb, there was an audible 'PLOP!!!' that was slooshy and sloppy
sounding!

Uncle Mark grabbed a couple of rags that was left there beside the Vaseline
jar and wiped his brother's backside until he'd removed most of the jelly
and natural ass juices that were running down dad's legs.

Uncle Mark readjusted his t-shirt back over his head which once again
covered his well defined abs and chest.  Dad bent over carefully and found
his work pants and stepped back into them gingerly and hauled them up over
his tenderized butt.  He then fell into his old desk chair over by his work
table and both men looked around at the gooey mess of dad's spunk dripping
here and puddling there and glanced up at each other and laughed as if they
were sharing a joke just between the two of them.

...and in some way, I guess they were.

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

Supper that night was steamed shrimp; fresh of course!  Nothing fancy!
Plentiful here from the boats that work off shore there at Myrtle Beach!
Families could just go to one of the several markets that bought up the
catch from the boats each day by the brown grocery bag full and bring it
home and literally dump it on the kitchen table and gather around and shuck
and eat!

The men at the table might, a big might being here in the bible belt, have
a beer while the wife and kids would have good southern sweet tea or the
kool-aid flavor of the day.  This kind of bohemian communal meal would
encourage good natured humor and real honest communication about the little
things in life!  Nothing serious....just simple appreciation for each
other!

Danny came home bruised and sore but joined in rhe festivities all the
same!  It was fairly obvious that he was exhausted since he had little to
say except that he didn't get cut the first day out for this season's
football team!  Dad and Uncle Mark acknowledged and encouraged by saying
that they weren't surprised that he'd made it so far.  Mom looked concerned
but did nothing to embarrass my fifteen year old brother about how tuckered
that he looked!

I was just proud of him!!!  He was my hero!

Once the shrimp had been consumed and the shells cleared from the table,
Danny excused himself and went to bed early while explaining that the
morning practice would be coming early!

Uncle Mark couldn't resist slapping him on his sore back and watching him
wince....but he never said a word!

The rest of us gathered in the living room of the manager's apartment just
off the motel's office that my parents managed there on the shore line!  I
was picking up Danny's responsibilities during the summer while he went out
for football practice during the days.  I was proud of being able to help
out even when I'd being turning twelve tomorrow.  It had been a real summer
of cumming into my own and learning about how to have sex with the older
family men who bring their families to the beach for summer vacations.

Life was good...real good!

With the television playing and the kind of general conversation that
adults chat about, Uncle Mark lowered himself down to the living room rug
from his wheelchair to where I was laying.  Pretty soon, he was good
natured punching and poking me to get me to wrestle with him.  We grappled
a bit until mom told us to keep it down and watch the furniture and stuff!

There wasn't any mention about my birthday coming up tomorrow.  To be
honest, just having my Uncle Mark here for it, was all I had wanted any
way!  So it was all right just as is!

About nine o'clock or so, I went on down the hallway to turn in and get
some sleep!  The adults remained there in the living room talking and
watching the television.

My big brother was dead to the world!  He was sleeping so deep that he
didn't even stir when I opened the door and stripped out of my shorts and
t-shirt.  Like any guy, I'm not all that quiet in any stretch of the
imagination, so kicking off my shoes and jumping into the lower bunk
jarring Danny's upper bed a bit, still produced no response from the worn
out high school football player!

As usual, my fat five inches were stiff and throbbing....and that new
sensation of fluid leaking out the piss slit was holding promise of my
physical development, and I was as proud of that as I would be the day I
actually shot my first load.  I was just too charged up to just lay in that
bed and not need to do something....and sleep wasn't even a contender.

Then I noticed the parking lot light shining through the bedroom window and
thought about all those nights when Danny and I would climb out that window
and go down the beach and make a buck or two off of those vacationing
daddies under the pier by sucking their cocks.  My big brother would even
let them fuck his fifteen year old butt hole.  It was all good!

So, why not!  Why not shuck these white jockeys and slip back into the
shorts and sneakers and escape out that window and across the parking lot
and see if the last of the tourists needed to buy my mouth and throat for a
cum dump.  With no more planning than this, that's exactly what I did!

It had been a while since the last time that we had gone out to the beach
near the pier to 'talk' with the daddy tourists.  Even with the summer
vacation season starting to die down, there were still a few who chose to
grab the last couple of weeks of August to get away from their textile
factory jobs that are in abundance here in the Carolinas for a man to
provide for his family in the 1970s.

I made it across the parking lot and was starting to transverse the breeze
way between the motel office and the first building of guest rooms so that
I could hit the beach and ease on down toward where the daddies strolled
and waited after telling the ol' lady that they were going for a smoke.

As I turned the corner of that first building, the first guest room was
Uncle Mark's.  His door and curtains were open.  He was laying in his bed
with the white top sheet pulled up over where his knees once were and now
are the stumps left to him after the land mine exploded that rainy jungle
day in Nam.

He was bare chested and propped up against about four or five of our motel
pillows and he was staring at the TV with his arms crossed over his chest
barely hiding the swollen nipples of his well pumped and defined pecs.
Under that billowing sheet was a sizeable lump that layed to the left over
his upper thigh.  I was mesmerized!!!!

'HELL, LITTLE MAN!  DON'T JUST STAND THERE!  GIT YOUR ASS IN HERE AND HAVE
A SEAT AND VISIT A WHILE WHY DONTCHA!...'...and then and only then did he
turn his head toward the crack of the guest room door and look directly at
me....and smiled broadly!

Did I say that I was mesmerized!?!?!?!

Well I still was!!

As I watched him scratch at that lump laying across his left thigh; I
slowly, very slowly, walked on in and shut the door behind me, standing as
if planted at the foot of the bed where he was laying.

'HEY!!!  LITTLE MAN!!!  IT'S OK TO SIT DOWN OVER HERE ON THE EDGE OF THE
BED!  WERE JUST VISITING....RIGHT!?!?!?!  COME ON NOW!  TAKE A LOAD
OFF!...!!'...so I flopped down there on the end of the bed and continued my
inventory of one of the best built men that I had ever seen...and I had
seen quite a few this past summer!

'YOU SNEAKING OFF DOWN THE BEACH....SURE YOU ARE!  AFTER FINDING YOU WITH
YOUR BROTHER'S FAT ASSED COCK BURIED DOWN YOUR THROAT THAT NIGHT AND YOU
SLURPING UP HIS SPUNK LIKE A STARVING MAN, I FIGURED THAT YOU HAD TO HAVE
GOTTEN A LITTLE BIT OF PRACTICE TO HANDLE A THICK PIECE OF DICK THAT WELL!
AS I REMEMBER, I DIDN'T HEAR DANNY COMPLAINING AND THE LOOK ON HIS FACE IS
HOW THE WORD 'SATISFACTION' IS DEFINED IN THE FUNK AND WAGNALLS
DICTIONARY!'

I know that I blushed and looked away for a minute or two....and with that
reaction on my part, my uncle belly laughed which shook that top sheet even
a little lower to the full furry patch of pubic hairs directly above that
relatively large lump underneath.  Again, I was mesmerized!!

But I managed to speak: 'I WAS HELPING DANNY OUT SOME....THAT'S ALL!'...'

'LITTLE MAN, YOUR DADDY AND I, BACK A FEW YEARS AGO, WHEN HE AND OUR OTHER
BROTHERS WEREN'T MUCH OLDER THAN YOU AND DANNY; SHIT!  LITTLE MAN, THERE
WEREN'T MANY NIGHTS OR DAYS OF ANY WEEK WHERE ONE OR TWO OR THREE OR MORE
OF US WERE HELPING EACH OTHER OUT THE SAME DAMNED WAY SO DON'T GIT NO
GUILTS ABOUT SUCKING A DICK...FAMILY OR OTHERWISE!  IT'S COOL!....'

'REALLY!?!!?!  YOU'VE SUCKED A COCK...SOMEONE'S PETER!?!?!?  YOU!?!?!
REALLY!?!?!'....'

'WELL, HELL YEAH!!!  I DON'T KNOW MANY GUYS YOUR AGE AND OLDER THAT
HAVEN'T...ONE WAY OR THE OTHER!  SHOOT, LITTLE MAN, IT'S JUST PART OF
GROWING UP AND LEARNING HOW THAT THANG HANGING THERE BETWEEN YOU LEGS WORKS
AND CAN PROVIDE A GOOD TIME....FOR YOU....AND ANOTHER GOOD BUDDY!'....'

'HERE'S WHAT I DON'T GIT AT ALL, LITTLE MAN!  YOU STOOD OUTSIDE THAT WINDOW
OF THE MAINTENANCE SHED THIS AFTERNOON AND WATCHED YOUR DADDY FUCK HIMSELF
ON MY STUMP.  I DIDN'T SEE YOU FREAKIN' OUT ABOUT WHAT HE AND I WERE DOING
THERE IN THAT FUCKIN' HOT TIN BUILDING!  HELL, WHEN YOU CAME IN AFTER WE
FINISHED AND WERE CLEANED UP AND DRESSED A LITTLE LATER, YOU NEVER BATTED
AN EYE OR LET ON THAT YOU SAW A DAMN THANG!  RIGHT THEN I FIGURED THAT
YOU'D GOTTEN AROUND SOME....'.....!

...it was apparent that he expected a comment from me about his
proposition: 'WELL, YEAH!  I'VE SUCKED A FEW OF THE VACATION FAMILY GUYS
DOWN UNDER THE PIER LATE AT NIGHT THIS SUMMER.  A BUDDY OF DANNY'S TAUGHT
ME HOW TO DO IT AND I GUESS I LIKE IT PRETTY GOOD....AT LEAST MOST OF THOSE
OLD MEN SEEM TO ENJOY IT WHEN I DO IT TO THEM'...!

It wasn't difficult to notice that Uncle Mark's lump underneath the sheet
was starting to stir and thicken even more and actually began to inch its
way north where it started to peak out from under where it was
hiding......and was jumping a tad bit....throbbing, I guess would be more
accurate.  I was mesmerized!!!

'LITTLE MAN????  HEY, LITTLE MAN; YOU WANT TO SEE IT!?!?!?!  SHOOT, I DON'T
MIND...'....and he hooked his thumbs just under the top of the sheet but
then stopped!

'BUT IF I SHOW YOU MY PRICK, LITTLE MAN; YOU'VE GOT TO SHOW ME YOURS!  THIS
AIN'T NO ONE WAY STREET HERE IN THIS BED!  DEAL!?!?!?!....'....and he
pulled his thumbs from the sheet and grasped his lump where the sheet still
covered it in his fist and looked me dead in the eyes with his serious
challenge.

I stood up beside the bed and pulled the elastic waist shorts down over my
nekked hips and showed no shyness in allowing my rock hard five strain
toward the ceiling and jerk from the tension of anticipating what Uncle
Mark was about to share with me.  I kicked off my sneakers and spread my
legs a bit, no longer feeling intimidated one way or the other by being in
the presence of a well built man who just happened to be my uncle.  I never
felt so free and natural in my life.

Uncle Mark smiled and seemed to enjoy my new found self confidence; even
shaking his head in approval at noticing me coming into my own as a young
boy!

'REAL FINE, LITTLE MAN!  GOD DAMN FINE, IN FACT!!!...'...and with no
further explanation or taunts or temptations, he literally threw the sheet
off the bed which fully exposed a cock every bit as thick and wide....NO!!
that ain't right!  Uncle Mark's cock was thicker and wider than
Danny's...way bigger in fact!  The length was probably close to my big
brother's seven...give or take a half inch.  My uncle's ball sack was
huge...almost as if it was swollen or inflated!

I was mesmerized!!!!

Uncle Mark shared that deep guttural laugh again and then rolled to the
right and turned out the table lamp on the side of the bed.  This left only
the vanity lights in the back of the room providing a background
illumination and effectively blacked out any clear images from the bed area
of the guest room that anyone walking past the open curtains would be able
to see.  Shadows, probably!  But little else!

My dad's youngest brother patted the side of the bed from which I, my dad's
youngest son, still stood taking in the incredible sight of such a
muscularly developed young man in his prime laying spread eagled in the
center of that bed and proudly displaying one of the finest dicks that any
man could ever want.

It, and he, were perfect; missing lower calves and legs or not!  That very
fact wasn't even as prominent as one would have thought!  It wasn't the
freak show that some small minded assholes would have imagined!  I didn't
then and haven't since, found a more sexually stimulating sight than my
nekked uncle's body and twitching cock!

I was mesmerized!!!

But here is the amazing part though; so was Uncle Mark!  He stared with the
same locked on target gaze that I was giving his body; but he was staring
at mine!  My just turning twelve year old pubescent soon to be 'shedding
it's cracker' man-boy male form.

Uncle Mark reached up to my side and ran his large hand down the side of my
rib cage that sent chills all over my body!

'COME HERE, LITTLE MAN!  COME CLOSER!...'...and I did!

I sat down with my left leg and ass cheek at the area of the bed beside his
torso and kept my right foot and leg on the floor.  My back was arched and
my left arm supported my body as I continued to scan each line and crevice,
each rise and fall of muscle and flesh.

How the nipples seemed extraordinarily engorged and so deeply red they are
almost brown in colour.

How his navel was splayed open so that I could see into it where most belly
button's deep recesses are hidden.

How darkly rich and full was his bush and the way it snaked up his lower
abdomen to just below the cavern of his open navel.

To his square jaw and sharp cheekbones and the flare of his nose and how
his ears stood out just a little which wasn't odd or an oddity but added
character to his ruggedly handsome face.

The fur on his chest was sparse and segregated to just barely between his
two massive pecs that were easily the size of salad plates that could be
found at one of those fancy steak restaurants that our beach community
offers for certain tourist who aren't so fond of the local seafood and
prefers a good sirloin or T-bone or a thick New York Strip.

His hair under his armpits was as thick as his publc hair and emitted a
faint masculine ranky musk that was in no way foul or a turn off but only
added to the intoxication of the visual sensuality.

Uncle Mark's hand and arm circled behind my back and pulled me over and
down so that my body was prone and parallel with his so that my narrow hips
were in line with his and our pricks lined up along our lower bellies.

I was mesmerized.....!

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

Laying there face to face nekked on the bed in my uncle's guest room of the
motel that my folks managed the night before my birthday was the only place
that I could imagine ever wanting to be.  You see, I had always admired and
loved my Uncle Mark since my mother and I went to live with him and my
father's parents when he came back from Viet Nam without his lower legs.

Mom helped with his care and spent a lot of time gently moderating between
my uncle's wanting to find ways to do things for himself and getting my
grandparents to allow him to do just that!  Whenever he became frustrated
with the interference, he'd hoist me up on his lap there in his wheelchair,
I wasn't much more than a toddler then, and escape with me outside and down
one of the trails through the woods behind their property on the farm.

I'd hang onto his neck as he'd pump the wheels on his chair over the ruts
and ridges that ran the property's tree line and laugh with glee.  Soon, as
he calmed down, he would laugh with me and regain his easy going spirit
until it was time for us to return.  This bond would last and be the basis
of our relationship that was special just between the two of us....and
lasting even until today.

So, here in his bed of the guest room of the motel that my parents managed
on the beach front of Myrtle Beach that summer of the 1970s, I held onto
his neck and he encircled my back with his pumped up biceps and triceps
that made me feel secure and safe....yet wildly excited!

My head laid upon his saucer sized pec and faintly heard the beat of his
strong heart.  His lips were right to the left of my ear that wasn't sealed
against that pec so that I was able to hear his shallow breathing through
that ear.

'TRUST ME!?!?!?!....'....he asked.

I nodded without verbally affirming what he already knew.

'YOU COMFORTABLE!?!?!?...'...he asked.

...again, there was no need for me to speak.  I just hugged his neck
slightly tighter.

My father's youngest brother slid his hands down my sides and cupped the
skinny cheeks of my twelve year old butt.

'IT SEEMS LIKE WE BOTH HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON.  SUCKING DICKS....AMONG
OTHER THINGS....MAYBE....'...as I felt one of his long thick fingers
playing just on the rim of my pucker there in the cleft of my little boy
ass crack.

'DO YOU TRUST ME, LITTLE MAN!!?!?  ARE YOU READY TO GET A BIT CLOSER TO
'SHEDDING THAT CRACKER OF YOURS!?!?!?!  HUH!?!?!?!  YEAH, BY THE FEEL OF
THAT HARD PETER OF YOURS POKING ME IN THE NADS, I'D SAY THAT YOU'RE ABOUT
AS READY AS YOU'LL EVER BE..............'....and with that declaration, his
soft, far off words faded away leaving me with that out of body kind of
excitement that I'd found when my head got lost while sucking some old
dude's cock.

With a deftness in the upper body strength that his years of lifting free
weights had provided him, Uncle Mark lifts my body by my hips and raising
me up to his open mouth where he sucked my firm five inches into the back
of his throat.  My balls laid upon his chin.  There wasn't any 'in and
out'.  Just a fierce sucking as his tongue massaged the undershaft of my
cock and teased the head.  I moaned much deeper than my hormonal
development should have produced.

Every once in a while, I'd feel my lower back arch as if thrusting and
trying to find deeper refuge into the recesses of his mouth.  An
involuntary spazing in the small of of my back...especially, whenever he
would spread my ass cheeks pulling with so much force as to actually expose
my tiny boy pucker to the night air blowing through the open window.
Almost a chill that was hot to the core of my soul.

I have no idea how long he suckled my young cock.  He'd occasionally drop
his bottom jaw even lower allowing his long tongue to lap at my ball sack;
tickling it!  Not in a funny 'ha-ha' way; but in that raising the skin into
tiny goose bumps that covered my sroctum which caused it to tighten over
the small orbs of my testicles.

My groans became moans from that far off place that men go when they give
of themselves so completely to the manipulations of a skilled lover.  He'd
pop his lips around the base and perimeter of my pubic area that had only a
stray pube here and there and leaving expansive gaps where there was only
my pale abdomen still showing.  But even this was progressing as was the
hair under my arms and the noticeable girth of my cock in the last few
months of the summer of my sexual awakening.

Suddenly, Uncle Mark released my peter and raised my body even higher over
his head, repositioning my nether region...my still mostly intact
shitter...directly over his open mouth and out stretched tongue and found a
place to bury that wet and wiggly oral appendage.  He drilled and forced it
deeper and deeper up into where only my dad had slipped his long thin dick
into it once.  No one had been there since.  My older brother and I had
decided to offer it to the highest bidder as still virgin before the end of
summer.  In some way, I don't think that this was going to be possible to
pass off my twelve year old cherry for a good price by tomorrow morning.

My uncle ate my little boy hole like a man starved for a tasty piece of
ass.  It was becoming sloppy with his spit and slobber and from what I
could tell, my own inner tissue oozing ass juices....seriously!  My butt
crack and the inside of my inner thighs became wet and sticky from his zeal
in opening my tiny pucker with his probing
tongue...stretching....prying...relaxing that first muscled ring just
inside the opening.  I could actually feel it drooping and gapping!

Then by locking his elbows so that I was suspended high above his
incredible masculine representation of what the male form should look like
which allowed us to gaze into the face of the other and meet a mutual
understanding/agreement between us that was unnecessary to vocalize it's
intent...but unmistakable none the least.

Once Uncle Mark saw my submission and availability and trust in my eyes, he
lowered my body down to where my crotch rested upon his eight pack of cut
abdominals leaving his large powerful hands grasping each side of my
slender boyish hips.

Directly below my own hips and backside laid his industrial sized flesh
tube rigidly straining along the lower quadrant of those same eight pack of
cut abdominals.  When it twitched and jerked, the flared thick head would
nudge into the crevice of my ass making me aware of its presence.  I
trembled with anticipation of what I was sure would be happening
next....and yes, I wanted it as badly as that fire hose girth of man cock
wanted to enter.

Gently, very gently, I felt the pressure on my hips from his hands pressing
me lower down his torso.  His mammoth man meat found the fleshy cheeks of
my boy butt and as my body descended lower, this impressive cock rubbed
along the length of my crack as his hips flexed to supplement this motion.
Yet again, I trembled!

When Uncle Mark instinctively knew that it was time to breech my cherry
portal, he wasted no time with requests for permission or verbal
teasing...; he knew that we both were too impassioned to play that kind of
game...!  It just wasn't needed....!

The pressure of his goose egg orb of a cockhead against my relaxed pucker
was surprising and caused me to clamp down with the muscles of my ringed
anal opening....but only for a second.  You see, I too wanted this to
happen; I, too, wanted my uncle's dick inside my boy pussy.  My cherry was
his to pick and the juices were already flowing.

I had never known anything to produce the feeling of being so full....so
stuffed with the cushy flesh covered knob of this man's ramrod.  I was too
hyped up with the excitement of this moment from all the times of seeing my
fifteen year old brother and our seventeen year old friend who had drowned
this summer be repeatedly fucked almost in every way possible and by all
manner of sized dicks in all manner of positions...for pay and for just the
animal fun of the sex itself.

I had watched their look of lust and heard their pants of bated breath from
the shear beastliness of the force of these savage thrusts.  I had watched
and if the truth be told; I was envious of how they appeared to find
something extraordinary in the physical act of having these fleshy tubes of
hard pricks slipping and sliding in and out of their teen holes until they
pulsated in the farthest reaches of their colons pumping copulus loads my
man cream into their bowels.

Once my ass ring gripped just below the flare of my uncle's cockhead, he
allowed it to rest and me to adjust to it's incredible size.  I released a
tiny: 'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH....'...from that far off place that men
know when sexually released by the efforts of an accomplished lover.  This
respite allowed me to own the sensation of the pulsing of this man's
dickhead as my inner tissue caressed its sponginess.

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH.....'....Uncle Mark echoed
back....and the moment that I raised my head and locked my eyes with his,
he arched his hips once more with purpose and pushed with a steady pressure
downward on my small of my waist so that the shock of experiencing such a
grande tube of thick man meat spreading my boy shit chute wider and wider
and this time not stopping but letting it descend further still into my
depths...pushing aside the intestinal tissues and inadvertently creating,
fortunately, yet more ass juices to lubricate it's passage until
approximately six or so inches later, this Herculean cock settled inside me
with its accompanying fully engorged ball sack cushioning the tip of my
backbone.

Then the most amazing thing of all so far happened; without him thrusting
or me gyrating my hips or anything more aggressive than the slow steady
impalement of his cock up inside my boy cunt, my wonderful and divinely
muscled Uncle Mark began unloading what seemed like an endless stream of
hot searing man cum even further up inside me....literally filling my belly
full!

His deep guttural growl was profound.

My eyes rolled back up under my lids and my head lolled from side to side
as my body began to twitch and spazam as if I was having some kind of fit
or something.  The damnable strange thing about it all was that I was only
vaguely aware of any of it yet I retained each nano-second of every
sensation as it happened.  Maybe the oddest occurrence was the gurgling of
my throat muscles as if I was swallowing this high volume load down my
gullet as I had done many times this summer with the various old married
vacationers when I sucked their needy pricks under the pier; but this load
was finding new places to splash that was no where near my throat.  How
wonderfully strange!

But even more strange than having even more gooey cream shooting inside my
nether region was that it allowed this boyish hole to accept even more of
the hammer handle sized man cock even further inside the newly ventured
territory of my inner tush.  I never would have thought it possible.

The joints of my hips seemed to dislodge and allowed my legs to spread over
Uncle Mark's crotch even more and again, the small of my back arched into a
contraction that was yet again involuntary and electrifying in its
intensity.

Without warning, it happened!  With the announcement of a sharp forceful
stabbing of pain, my piss slit yawned and erupted blasts of my first cum
load that projected all the way up my uncle's chest and hitting him just
below the chin.  My initial cumming came in hard waves that caused my
asshole to clamp around the shaft of Uncle Mark's cock even tighter and
making me shiver and jerk like a mad man possessed by the demons of Hell!

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!  LITTLE MAN......'....and this taker of a twelve year
old boy's virgin portal rolled us over where now I laid on my back and he
was positioned over me while using his stumps to anchor his angle of thrust
as his powerful arms scooped up one of my legs and then the other and
lodged the heels of my feet upon the broadness of his massive shoulders and
with a piercing glare that burned into my own eyes, he bared his teeth and
began an assault of my boyish hole with little regard as to any further
forethought to prepare it for such animalistic lust.

This could of been terrifying to me if I too hadn't needed to be taken as
badly in this manner as he needed to explore and discover my body's limits
in what it could take and endure as the onslaught began.

The guest room bed was wet from cum and ass juice and sweat.  The
perspiration of our bodies only cut the friction of our fucking like motor
oil in a well lubed race car's engine...his piston plowed repeatedly
through my fleshy cylinder as if going for the checkered flag time and
again.

This is how and where my father found us the next morning when he checked
inside the bedroom that I shared with my older brother Danny and discovered
me missing on my twelfth birthday...........!

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

My fifteen year old brother had covered for me when our dad came into the
bedroom that we share there in the apartment behind the motel office here
in Myrtle Beach that our parents manage.  He said that I had offered to go
and sleep in Uncle Mark's guest room so that I wouldn't disturb him since
he was so ripped and exhausted from his first day a football practice.

How Danny knew that I went to our uncle's room was beyond me!  Later he
told me that it was just a wild guess....a lucky one at that!  He and dad
used the story to get pass mom at the breakfast table.  She was real
disappointed since she had prepared my favorite breakfast of French Toast
for my twelfth birthday.

She and Danny headed out the door immediately after they finished eating in
order to get him to practice early!  That gave dad time to find me and
Uncle Mark laying on his bed nekked pretty apparent what had gone on for
most of the night!

'DAMN!!  MARK!!!  I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO WAIT UNTIL TONIGHT TO FINISH
BUSTING BUDDY'S CHERRY!!!....'.....was the blunt statement that my dad had
about what he sermonized had happened!

'JUST HAPPENED!  LITTLE MAN HERE WAS OUT FOR A WALK AND JUST STROLLED BY
AND NATURE TOOK IT'S COURSE!  LAST NIGHT....TONIGHT....HOPEFULLY A LOT OF
NIGHTS!!!  WHAT THE HELL DOES IT MATTER!?!?!?!  GO ON LITTLE MAN AND GET A
SHOWER....WE'VE GOT WORK TO DO!  THAT TRASH AIN'T GONNA PICK ITSELF UP NOW
IS IT!?!!?!!....as my dad's youngest brother slapped my freshly ravaged ass
to encourage me to get a move on.

'GO ON BUDDY!  WE'LL TALK LATER!  YOUR MOM'S GOT SOME FRENCH TOAST ON THE
STOVE FOR YOU, SO GET GOING!!!'....'....!

As I rounded the corner into the shower area, I caught a glimpse of my dad
pulling his long thin cock out of his work pants and shoving it down my
uncle's throat feeding him a creamy hot breakfast.  All the while he was
skull fucking his brother, dad kept asking questions that there was no way
for the other man to answer what with a mouth stuffed with a thrusting
dick!

'TELL ME BRO, WAS HE AS TIGHT AS I TOLD YOU HE WAS!!?!  DID IT OPEN UP FOR
YOUR WHALE THICK PRICK!?!?!!  YOU DIDN'T MAKE HIM BLEED DID YAH!?!?!?!  DID
CHA GET IT ALL IN...DOWN TO THE ROOT HAIRS....HUH!?!?!?!  FUCK MARK!!!!
MAKES ME THINK ABOUT THE FIRST TIME YOU RAMMED THAT FENCE POST UP MY ASS
THE NIGHT BEFORE YOU LEFT FOR NAM!  BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE....HELL,
YES!!!!....THE BEST!!!....'...!

...and before I could get soaped, scrubbed and rinsed in the shower, dad
had finished unloading his morning pint of cum down his baby brother's
gullet and was wiping the slimy head clean off on the man's cheek and chin.

'SEE YOU DOWN AT THE SHOP, MARK!  BUDDY, DON'T FORGET THE BEACH AFTER YOU
EAT, BOY!  OH, AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON!!!....'...and my dad left the room
and pulled the door closed!

I was drying off in front of the vanity at the back of the room when Uncle
Mark called me over to the bed.

'YOU OK, LITTLE MAN!?!?!?!  TOO SORE!?!?!?!....'....he asked.

'NAH, I'M FINE....FEEL KINDA OPEN OR SOMETHING....BUT I'M
OK!!!....'....which was the truth.  If anything, my butthole tingled a bit
but I cleaned up real good in the shower.

He gave me a big bearish type hug that lifted me off the floor and while I
was up there, suspended in the air beside the bed, he moved one hand down
to the crack of my ass cheeks and slipped a finger into my hole.  It slid
in easily and I tended to draw in my breath sharply at the intrusion, but
his doing this gave me a feeling of being more tender and sore than
painful; as my moan attested!

Uncle Mark lowered me to the floor and kissed my body from just above where
my peter stood out from my crotch straight up my belly where he only
stopped long enough to suckle each nipple and then find my lips and lightly
kissed them as he wished me a: 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LITTLE MAN!.

He shifted himself into his wheelchair and rolled toward the shower.

I grabbed my shorts and sneakers and put them on and hauled tail to the
apartment to change into clean shorts and a fresh t-shirt!  I was finishing
the last bite of French Toast, my favorite, when mom came through the
kitchen on her way to the office to take care of the motel books for the
day.  She stopped by the sink long enough to give me a hug and kiss the top
of my head as she wished me a: 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUDDY!  LOVE YOU!  MY YOU
SEEM TO BE GROWING UP QUICKLY!!!!....'....!

I did the trash pick up along the beachfront and then the parking lot and
public areas such as around the pool and walk ways.  Occupancy was down
since it was in the middle of the last couple of weeks before Labor Day so
there wasn't much to do but tidy up!  I helped a couple of families load
their cars and then went to check on Ol' Ruby in the laundry.

When I came through the laundry room doorway, Ol Ruby struck up a chorus of
'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' in her usual loud and melodious sing-song voice and gave
me a hug that literally buried my small frame in the massive flesh of her
arms and pendulous breasts.  Her sweat always smelled sweet and motherly
and was quietly comforting and reassuring!

I kept the loads sorted as the housekeepers brought in more dirty linen.
Every once in a while, I'd need to run supplies to a housekeeper's cart or
go and change a light bulb or plunge a toilet; just a normal day's
expectations.

Since I'd had little sleep last night, what with my uncle's cock fucking my
ass in most any position that a man with no lower legs and a twelve year
old virgin boy could discover, many would have thought I'd be too tuckered
out to work much at all!  The only times that I slowed down would be when
my mind would go a wandering to some moment that floated to the top of my
memory from something that my uncle and I had done in his bed, and have Ol'
Ruby snap her fingers near my ear and cackle that loud laugh of hers that
betrayed a knowing gleam in her eyes!

About lunch time, Uncle Mark came by the laundry to collect me to go eat.
Ol' Ruby couldn't resist picking on him for the mess he 'AND THAT WHORE IN
YOUR ROOM LAST NIGHT' had left his sheets all stained and stuff.  She
cackled again and tried to josh him into shame about his evil ways!  He
rolled his chair over to where she was loading a dryer and reached around
the girth of her massive waist and hugged her with his over pumped muscled
arms and she shrieked with screams of laughter and begged him to be gentle
with her womanhood!

We went by the motel office and told my mom that he was taking me down the
boardwalk for a hot dog and root beer and maybe an arcade game or two!  She
smiled at him and cautioned him about spoiling me all the while smiling a
wry smile at him and rustling my hair.

WOW!!  I hadn't thought of that....that rustling my hair thing that all
these old family men did, and most all the fellows who I had sucked their
cocks and swallowed most of the summer, did after I'd finished to make sure
that I knew that they had enjoyed the Hell out of my skills.  I sort of
looked forward to it like getting an 'A' on a report card.

But last night, Uncle Mark never once patted or scratched or rustled the
top of my head....not once!!...even though I had no doubt what-so-ever that
I had satisfied this man very well!

He rolled his wheelchair down the boardwalk and popped a wheelie every once
in a while....especially when he was sure that he spotted another veteran.
They'd exchange a nod of the head and keep right on trucking.  He had a
smile for everyone we passed and would jump a curb in order to make way for
a lady who needed to pass.

He paid for a couple of footlongs and two frosty mugs of ICB root beer and
we headed for an empty bench just off of the walk.  Uncle Mark made a few
lewd remarks about me being able to handle a 12 inch wienie and such stuff
and I'd blushed and he'd laugh and we enjoyed this part of a late August
afternoon.

'YOU STILL DOING ALRIGHT BACK THERE!?!!...'...he asked when no one was
around!

'SURE...YEAH!  NO PROBLEMS!!....'....!

'ARE YOU UP FOR AN AIR HOCKEY MATCH, LITTLE MAN!?!?!?!....'....and we
headed up the boardwalk to the arcade for a couple of games.

Every once in a while, I'd catch Uncle Mark giving me a kind of sideway
glance and a smile as if he was seeing right through me!

After beating me the second game, he said he needed to drain the main vein
and headed out the back to the public rest room where Danny had sucked a
couple of guys off one day earlier this summer through the glory holes.  I
followed him in and was going to wait leaning against the wall like I did
that day with my older brother.but Uncle Mark motioned for me to join him
in the handicap stall on the end.

We were the only two in the men's room so I figured why not!  Once the door
closed, and he was positioned on the toilet, he reached into the elastic
waist of my shorts and pulled them to my ankles.  He looked into my eyes
and grasped the back of my neck and pulled my face down toward his super
thick cock that was about as hard as one of those pylons underneath the
pier.

I swallowed his dick to as far as my narrow throat would allow it and where
his cock head planted itself like a cork into the neck of a fine bottle of
wine.  His words, not mine!

'DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMNNN!!!  LITTLE MAN!!!!!....'....and he skull fucked me
vigorously and dumped his load in quick order.  Uncle Mark's load shot out
of my nose and around the corners of my mouth each time I choked and
gagged.  While I was still gasping for breath and swallowing like a camel
refueling after a long hot trip across the Sahara, he pulled me upright and
planted his mouth over mine and swirled his tongue around inside scooping
out his own load that he'd just deposited a second before.

As we shared his spunk, he snaked one of his long fingers to a place where
my nether region resides and houses a lump that shares that area between my
balls and the opening of my anus. He started rubbing it; all the while
increasing the pressure until my five incher sprayed my young boy fluid on
his pecs. He'd pulled the front of his t-shirt over his head and behind his
neck when he had sat down on the porcelain throne.  I almost hit the floor
from weakness as I emptied my nuts.

This time the: 'DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMNN!!!!'....'....came from the
other side of the glory hole in the next stall.  Then a tongue of
incredible length poked through the glory hole and wagged in the stanky air
of the men's room.  Uncle Mark wiped a couple of his fingers across his
well defined abs and gathered a fairly large glob of my second load of
twelve year old cum and fed it to the tongue begging to get a taste.  I
swear I heard it 'slurp'!!!!

We readjusted our clothing and left the stall and made our way down the
boardwalk back to the motel.  As we got to the motel's parking lot, my
dad's youngest brother circled my hips with his brawny arm and whispered
into the wind:

'SURE DO LOVE YAH, LITTLE MAN!!!....'

...and before I could register exactly what I thought he'd just said, he
released me and pumped his wheelchair's spokes down toward the maintenance
shed where my dad was working.

I stood for a moment and stared after him before heading back to Ol' Ruby
in the laundry and went back to helping her for the rest of the afternoon.

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER THIRTY

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

I never expected to receive any kind of wrapped present for my twelve
birthday; it just wasn't something that my practical and budget minded
parents did.  What they did was give me and my fifteen year old brother was
a sense of family and responsibility and a strong work ethic and the
feeling of being loved and seldom judged and always encouraged to live
within the moment and the opportunity that is presented to us.

This is how they lived their lives and by doing so, they also provided us
the examples of how this should work without any promise that there is
always a happy ending or an easy road.  But their challenge to us boys were
to make whatever we face work the best that we can.

What I would receive was a trip with mom to Sears or J C Penney this
weekend and she'd let me pick out some new school clothes and a new pair of
sneakers.  We'd have some one on one time and we'd really talk about all
kinds of things and the best part is that she'd listen to what I had to
say.  I'd come back to the motel that she and dad managed feeling like
'somebody'....somebody of value....and loved.

Dad, on the other hand, always seemed to find time for us most every day.
Just to share what he was doing; whether connected to the running or
maintenance of keeping up this motel or something that he was interested in
like professional wrestling or maybe those old National Geographic
magazines that he had collected.

He'd talk about this place or that picture and how people throughout the
world must live differently than we do...and he'd dream out loud and be
unashamed at doing this with me or us present...many times taking us on his
dream trip and show us new things and that it was important to be open to
new things and not be afraid to learn...and to dream.

Maybe, that's why he was so accepting and matter of fact about finding
Danny and me having sex and even joining in when the need was there.  There
was never any colour placed on the values of this incest that just was
there between us....it just was what it was.  I have no doubt what so ever
that if either me or my brother had shown the least bit of rejection of
engaging in some kind of sexual play that he would have never approached us
in that way ever again.  Most importantly, there would have been no
repercussions either!

We are very much aware of how much our parents loved and respected each
other for their individual skills and strengths and the way they understood
and accept each other's idiosyncrasies.  Seeing them share a private smile
or laugh between them was not a rare occurrence in our apartment there
behind the motel office.  Oh, they disagreed; but they also reasoned
together for the best solution.

How does anyone wrap those kind of gifts; birthdays or Christmases or any
other special occasion that a family shares!?!?!?!  You don't....just
saying!

So, as Ol' Ruby and I finished folding the last of the bed sheets and guest
room towels for the day late that afternoon, I was surprised that after she
answered the phone there in the laundry, that she told me that my dad
wanted me to come down to the maintenance shed.  Usually, at the end of the
day when Ol' Ruby and the housekeepers where finished, all I had to do was
check the trash in the public areas and down along the shoreline where the
motel sits there in Myrtle Beach.

No big deal, I'd go on and check in with him and Uncle Mark and see what he
needed me to do.  As I got there, I noticed that a Mercedes was parked
outside of the shed and the doors were standing wide open.  Seldom was
there any vehicles, outside of the old motel truck, ever parked anywhere at
that end of the property.  When I got to the shed doorway, I stopped and
peered around the corner into the work area in order to make sure that I
wasn't interrupting anything.

OMG!!!  There, standing in the middle of the small workshop with my dad on
one side and Uncle Mark off to the side behind the work table and something
really out of the ordinary was my mom who never came down here since here
job was taking care of the office staff and bookkeeping responsibilities;
but there in the middle of all of these beloved family members was our
friend's father, who had died this summer and had taught me of how to honor
a man by being his personal human urinal.  No shit!!!!

He was the same man who had given the first sex party that Danny and I had
gone to together earlier that summer and had sex with several of his adult
male friends.  It was a first for me in many ways.

Then a few weeks later, Timbo drowned one night and Danny and I attended
his wake at the same beach house.  That night, as we were leaving, we
watched from the deck as Timbo's father made love to his dead son's
corpse....!  Like I said, this summer had been a real education for me in
many ways.

Here, chatting with my parents and my Uncle Mark was the man who had fed me
my first drink of hot steamy man piss in his loft bedroom.  What was he
doing here!!?!?!  With my folks!?!!?!  OMG!!!!

'HEY!!  BUDDY!!!  COME ON IN HERE, SON!!!...'...was the invitation that my
dad offered me when he saw me standing just inside the doorway.

'SAY 'HELLO' TO TIM'S FATHER.  YOU KNOW HIM FROM GOING TO HIS SON'S WAKE A
FEW WEEKS AGO, I'M SURE YOU REMEMBER!  SURE YOU DO!!....'....was my dad's
effort to cover my slow up-take on acknowledging the adult who had come to
visit my family....or so I thought!

'WELL, BUDDY, MR. VANCE, HERE, WAS VERY THANKFUL OF THE WAY THAT YOU AND
YOUR BROTHER MADE SURE TO MAKE TIM TO FEEL BEFRIENDED EACH SUMMER WHEN THEY
CAME DOWN, THAT HE WANTED TO GIVE YOU AND DANNY SOMETHING TO SAY 'THANK
YOU' BUT ALSO TO REMEMBER TIM BY......!!!!....'

'AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!  MR. VANCE, YOU DON'T OWE US ANYTHING.  TIM WAS A GOOD
GUY AND WAS JUST AS GOOD A FRIEND TO ME AND DANNY AS WE COULD HAVE EVER
BEEN TO HIM!....'....and as 'aaah!  shucks!!!' as that sounded, it was the
God's truth!

'THEN I TAKE IT THAT YOU WOULD WANT TO HAVE THE PICK OF TIM'S TWO LABS
THEN!?!?!....'....said Mr. Vance just as straight and unexpected as if he
was talking about how hot and humid the summer weather had been that year
in much the same way that most people around here usually talked.

But NO!!!  This man wanted to give us a dog....!!!  In fact, it was one of
two that had mounted his son, Tim and my brother, Danny, at the sex party
that night.  Who the HELL would have thunk!?!??!!?

I just stood there with a look of total disbelief and drop dead 'OMG!!!'
written all over me!!!

'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUDDY!!!'....my mom proclaimed....'MR. VANCE CAME BY
SHORTLY AFTER HIS SON'S WAKE AND TALKED WITH YOUR DAD AND ME ABOUT WHETHER
WE WOULD BE WILLING TO TAKE TIM'S DOGS SINCE HE WOULD BE MOVING AT THE END
OF AUGUST.  WE GAVE IT A LOT OF THOUGHT AND FEEL LIKE YOU AND DANNY HAVE
SHOWN REAL RESPONSIBILITY IN HELPING OUT HERE THIS SUMMER AT THE
MOTEL....!....'

'SO, SON....'....my dad continued....'YOUR UNCLE MARK AND I SPENT THIS
AFTERNOON BUILDING A DOG FENCE HERE IN THE BACK OF THE SHED.  THIS IS WHERE
HE WILL STAY WHEN YOU BOYS ARE IN SCHOOL.  BOTH OF YOU WILL BE RESPONSIBLE
FOR FEEDING AND THE UP KEEP OF THE DOG AREA.  IT WILL BE UP TO YOU BOYS TO
MAKE SURE THAT THIS DOESN'T BECOME A PROBLEM FOR THE MOTEL GUESTS OR
OTHERWISE.  AGREED!?!?!?!?....'.......

All I could do was nod.  This had to be the best day of my life.  Early on,
when we moved here and my folks took on the job of managing this motel for
the company that owned it, they told us that it wouldn't work for us to
have a pet with all the work and strangers coming and going all year long.
They made sure that we understood and it became a family decision for the
best.

'HERE'S THE CATCH, BUDDY; WE HAVE AGREED TO TAKE ONLY ONE OF THE TWO DOGS!
SINCE IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY, YOU GET TO CHOOSE WHICH ONE....THE BLACK OR THE
YELLOW...THAT YOU WANT.  I DON'T THINK DANNY WILL COMPLAIN ONE WAY OR THE
OTHER, DO YOU!:?!?!?!?!....'....as my father explained the ground rules.

He was right!  There was no worries there that either Danny or I would
complain with anything this special!

I stood there another minute and ran up to him and mom and hugged them both
without saying a word.  Then, with the manners that I'd been raised with, I
walked over to Mr. Vance and looked him in the eyes and thanked him with a
steady voice that spoke for both me and my older brother.

'COME ON, LITTLE MAN!  THE PUPS ARE AROUND BACK IN THE FENCED AREA.  WE'LL
GO AND TAKE A LOOK....COME ON!!!!....'....said Uncle Mark who sounded about
as excited as I looked.

Mom and dad and Mr. Vance remained inside the shop and discussed
necessities such as vaccines and food brands and such.

When Uncle Mark and I got to the fence, there was both dogs waiting and as
we approached, first one then the other jumped up on the wire and gave us a
slobbery greeting!

'DO YOU KNOW WHICH ONE THAT YOU WANT, LITTLE MAN!?!?!?....'....was my
uncle's question.

'YEAH, THE BLACK ONE!!!...'....I said without hesitation.

'YOU SURE ABOUT THAT!?!?!  HOW COULD YOU BE SO POSITIVE ABOUT SUCH A
THING!?!!?  YOU JUST SAW THEM, DIDN'T YOU!?!!!  OR HAVE YOU AND DANNY
PLAYED WITH THEM WITH YOUR BUDDY TIM OVER THE YEARS!!?!?!....'....was Uncle
Mark's inquiring 'I ain't buying this quick decision thing at all.

I looked my favorite uncle and pretty much, my favorite idea of what a man
should and could be, directly in his face and said without any hint of the
truth behind the statement: 'I KNOW THAT DANNY AND THE BLACK LAB HAVE A
SPECIAL BOND....!!!....'

'OH!!!  OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!?!?!'  NAH, REALLY!!??!!  CAN'T BE!!!
NAH!!!!...was my uncle's astonished reply.

I gave him no more information one way or the other at that time....but I
was sure that I'd made the right choice....as my older brother assured me
from behind me and Uncle Mark as he came around the side of the shed and
joined us at the fence.

'GOOD CHOICE, BUDDY!....'....and that was that!

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

At the supper table that night, after Mr. Vance had left, and we were
finishing the meatloaf and mashed potatoes, which was my favorite meal in
the world and which mom had made special for my birthday, we were
discussing this man's incredible generosity.

Danny and I found out the name of the black lab that he had given us was,
believe it or not, 'Blackie'!  Although, my big brother and I had debated
it a bit about changing it to 'Timbo' to honor Mr. Vance's son, we left it
as is.  It seemed like leaving the dog's name as Tim himself had named him
to be the best way to remember our friend.

Then Uncle Mark sprang the news on us that he had asked for the yellow lab
to take back to Asheville It kind of surprised all of us since he had never
mentioned ever wanting to have a furry companion.  But he explained that he
was now settled enough in his life to feel that he could take on the
responsibility.  Gosh knows that he had the best of all possible
properties, being out in the country off from the Blue Ridge Parkway for,
are you ready for this: 'Ol' Yella' to run around.  Yep!!!  Timbo had named
this one also!

Dad made the declaration about it being mine and Danny's responsibility for
the care and lot cleaning of 'Blackie' if he was to remain a member of the
family about five more times during supper.  Dad tended to use repetition
to make his points....and a long time ago, we had realized that the number
of times that he repeated something was an excellent way to gauge how
serious it was.  This one was pretty serious!!

My birthday cake was a yellow cake flavored with lemon and iced with home
made fudgy chocolate...YUM!!!  I got a second helping and ate it like a
starving man!  Then I got up and gave mom a big hug to let her know how
much I appreciated it.

I'm fairly sure that I've shared with you all that, outside of getting new
clothes for school or church, we didn't exchange a lot of gifts between us.
For a special occasion like a birthday, we would find some special
consideration or thing to do for that person....!  It always seemed to make
the gesture all that more special....and in some strange way, our family
feels a bit more closer....and I really liked that.

Suddenly, Danny reached under the dinner table and pulled out a rolled up
paper bag and tossed it to me saying: 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUDDY!!!'.

This surprised the heck out of me.  I tore into the bag while mom giggled
like a school girl and dad reminded Danny not to horse play at the table.
This made Uncle Mark laugh in that way that called our dad, his brother, on
correcting us for something that he had done when they were boys growing
up.

A football jersey from our high school football team fell onto the table!!

'PROBABLY A MIGHT BIG FOR YAH, BUDDY!  BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!  IT'S ONE
OF THE EXTRA ONES THAT THE COACH HAD WHEN HE PASSED OUT JERSEYS TO THIS
YEAR'S SQUAD....!!!!....'...and then it hit the rest of us, my fifteen year
old brother had just shared with us that he'd made the final cut for the
team.

Our dad looked like he could bust with pride!!!  Uncle Mark started
laughing even harder saying: 'WELL DONE, DAN, WELL DONE!!!!....'....and mom
looked across the table with happy eyes at her oldest.  It was a good
moment!

I thanked him and reassured Danny that I'd grow into the jersey so he
shouldn't worry about that.

Once the table was cleared and the dishes washed, mom had to go back to the
motel office and finish some bookkeeping and we men folk went into the
living room to watch the evening news.

Danny, as was usual since he had began football practice this week, excused
himself and went to bed early.

With it being just dad and Uncle Mark and me, the subject of where I'd
spent the night last night came up.  Dad being dad was direct in asking his
younger brother how had I handled his rather large cock up my still
inexperienced young ass hole.

'YOU TELL HIM, LITTLE MAN!  I DIDN'T NOTICE ANY PROBLEMS AT ALL!  HOW ABOUT
YOU!?!?!?!?....'.....offered Uncle Mark in recognizing me as coming into my
own...whether I had 'shed my cracker' or not.

The shocking new events just kept rolling through the evening.  So, I tried
to be as honest and answer in much the same mature way as these two adult
men were respecting me on my twelfth birthday.

'WELL, DAD, EVERYTHING SEEMED TO GO ALRIGHT....'...I started out stammering
which caused both older men to smile broadly just short of laughing out
loud.  So I took a more direct approach to an answer: 'PRETTY MUCH ONE OF
THE BEST NIGHTS OF MY LIFE!!!!!....'

The smile on my father's face was just as big as when Danny had announced
his success at making the football team.

'COME HERE, BUDDY!'...my father commanded.

I got up off the rug there in the middle of the living room floor where
Uncle Mark and I sprawled like most times when he visits, and went to stand
before my dad.

'TURN AROUND AND PULL DOWN YOUR SHORTS OVER YOUR HIPS....AND BEND OVER A
TAD....YEAH, LIKE THAT.....!....'...and of course I did.

Where upon I heard my dad wet his finger and gently pulled my butt cheeks
apart and he flicked that wet finger across my puffed out pucker before
sliding it into the second knuckle.

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH......'.....came from my throat as if I was
exhaling from his insertion.

'DAMN, MARK!  HE'S STILL RELATIVELY TIGHT BACK HERE!  YOU SURE YOU BUSTED
THAT CHERRY GOOD!?!?!?!?....'....and my dad finished pushing his long
finger deeper up my shitter and twisted it this way and that way as if he
was searching for something.  Then all of a sudden he hit it....BINGO!!!!

That little knob on the other side of that tight ring of muscle, and he
flicked his finger back and forth across it and then began an increasingly
firmer rubbing over it My legs actually started to shimmy and become weak.
Uncle Mark slide up closer to me to be there in case........

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH.....'.....and then it happened.....again.
My young boy spunk spewed out of the slit of my dickhead splattering on
Uncle Mark's forehead.  With a quick adjustment, my uncle raised up and
opened his mouth wide and began to gulp down my sweet creamy load as my
father continued to milk me from the inside.

Removing his lengthy finger from my nether region and pulling me back to a
sitting position on his clothed lap while motioning his younger brother to
lean forward and share my load with him; which Uncle Mark did with a sloppy
tongued kiss.

I was breathing like I had run laps with Danny at his football practice.

From off down the hallway of our apartment home there behind the office of
the motel that my parents managed here in Myrtle Beach, we heard the
connecting door to the office area open which indicated that mom was coming
back from finishing preparing the ledgers to be mailed tomorrow morning.

With one hand my dad whipped up my shorts over my hips and I slipped off
his lap and hit the rug beside where Uncle Mark had returned to sitting in
front of the TV; just making it as mom rounded the corner of the living
room door asking if any of us wanted another piece of birthday cake.

We each declined the offer as she continued down the hall to her and dad's
bedroom to remove her dress and put on her duster and houseshoes to return
and join us for some TV.

After a while, it was time for me to thank everyone for a great birthday
and share that it was time for me to hit the sack.  Quite by surprise, like
I said...this had been a real night of surprises, Uncle Mark suggested to
my parents that he wouldn't mind to have my company for the night since he
was tired also.  He continued to explain that would allow my older brother
to rest without me waking him up since his football practice came fairly
early each morning.

'WELL, SINCE IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY.....'....was the initial response from mom
of all people...'I DON'T SEE A PROBLEM IF YOU'RE SURE THAT BUDDY WON'T BE A
BOTHER, MARK....!....'...which he assured her that there wouldn't be any
bother at all.

'AS LONG AS YOU REPORT FOR TRASH PATROL ON TIME IN THE
MORNING....'....warned dad and I nodded in agreement as I got up from the
floor and headed down the hallway so that I could get a change of clothes
for the next day.

Upon opening the door of my and Danny's bedroom I found my brother locked
up in the middle of the lower bunk....him bent over the bed....with our
black lab's knot buried up his just doggie fucked ass hole.  He was lowly
moaning in his own internal universe as he and Blackie were tied butt to
butt while waiting for the knot to shrink and slide out of my brother's
back door.  Why should I be surprised...and I guess in some way, I wasn't.

I asked Danny if he was OK and got that far-away glazed over look of the
well fucked and figured that he was more than alright.  I grabbed my change
of clothes and went out the bedroom door while making sure that I locked it
from the inside as I left.

Again, I stopped by the living room and bid mom and dad 'GOOD NIGHT'....and
got the 'DON'T FORGET ABOUT POLICING THE PUBLIC AREAS FOR TRASH IN THE
MORNING EARLY...' from dad and headed off to Uncle Mark's guest room next
to the motel office.

When I opened the door to my uncle's room, I found that he had already made
it into bed after removing his clothes and spreading the two pieces of
birthday cake, that my mom had insisted that he take for a late night
snack, over his very stiff and apparently excited exceptionally large prick
and his engorged ball sack with his leg stumps spread eagle across the
white motel sheets.

As I closed the guest room door, I was suddenly overcome with a hunger that
only birthday cake would quench......!!!

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

There in the middle of the motel's guest room was my father's younger
brother who had lost his legs below the knees in Viet Nam with a couple of
pieces of my birthday cake smeared over his crotch and balls and waiting to
serve this very hungry twelve year old nephew.  Damn!  was I hungry for
birthday cake!

Then I noticed the lab that was once owned by a friend of mine and my
brother's that my uncle was going to take back to Asheville with him laying
on the carpet on the opposite side of the bed....and yep!  there was cake
on Ol' Yella's muzzle....!

Since it was my birthday today, mom and dad had agreed to let me sleep in
Uncle Mark's quest room....as long as I made it for my chores on time in
the morning.  In order to get to spend time with my uncle, I would have
agreed to anything...especially after he'd thoroughly fucked my mostly
virgin boy hole the night before, breeding me several times which resulted
in me experiencing my first cum.

'HEY!  LITTLE MAN!?!??!  SHOULD I LET OL' YELLA FINISH THIS HERE CAKE....OR
ARE YOU INTERESTED IN EATING IT OFF MY DICK!!!??!!  WHAT YA WAITING
FOR....!?!?!?!...'

Before he could finish teasing me with those questions, my shorts and shirt
and sneakers had hit the floor and I was taking a flying leap aimed
directly between where his stumps were spread eagled across the bed.  I
literally alternated from his mighty nine inch mauler twitching toward the
ceiling and his plump ball sack, tongue lapping cake and icing from both.
GOODNESS!!!...mom sure does make a good cake!

While I was busy eating birthday cake and Uncle Mark was groaning and
pushing my head this way and that so that I didn't miss a crumb or any
sensitive inch of his thick throbbing cock, Ol' Yella had laid his floppy
eared head on that side of the bed and watched my earnest effort in filling
my belly with cake and cock and cum.  The dog looked up pitifully at my
uncle as if asking permission to have some more cake but only received a
stern 'STAY!!!!' for his inquiry!!

Taking just one of his well muscled arms to turn me around so that he could
suckle my five incher while I became more aggressive and focused on seeing
just how far I could take his fat cock down my throat.  For about two
minutes, having Uncle Mark suck my little boy dick while I worked on his
was such a distraction as it being another new experience...but only about
two minutes!

It took about that long for me to go to that far off place where the
sensations overtake any consciousness so that the taking and giving of
pleasure was almost spiritual in nature where a man's instincts take over
and the two together move as if in a sexual horizontal dance....or some
such shit....or the other....aaaaaaaaaah!, HELL!....you all probably know
what I mean!...at least, I hope you do!!!

My uncle's tongue had moved on to browner pastures....my still sore from
last night rose bud.  He was everywhere with that tongue.  I felt his
slobber rolling down the backside of my nuts like a waterfall and my pucker
actually twitching from all the attention.

Something wasn't quite right about it though!!!  Now, don't get me
wrong...it felt fantastic; what with his tongue scooping out my shitter and
his mouth and tongue swallowing my stiffie that was quickly filling with a
hefty load of my boy spunk....but....but....HEY!!!....that's what strange
about how great all of this was....but there's no way that Uncle Mark has
TWO tongues....!!!

OMG!!!!!  Ol' Yella must have joined in and was licking out my
pooper....WOW!!!!!...and with this staggering awareness, I dumped a good
quart of that kind of young buck cream that is unspoiled and so sweet in
taste.  The man beneath me was gurgling and sputtering as he tried to
swallow every drop!!

I rolled off of the top of my uncle so that he wouldn't strangle to death
and looked backward just in time to see him open his mouth wide and share
my load with Ol' Yella.....I kid you not!!!  By now, the lab was on the bed
with us and was physically excited by all that was going on.  This dog's
peter was almost as big as Uncle Mark's.  It's red flare extended from its
sheath and glistened between its hind legs.

'YO!!  LITTLE MAN' GET YOUR ASS UP HERE....!....'....and I did.

In this way that Uncle Mark could shift me around for whatever position
that he wanted to introduce me to; such as the sixty-nine that we'd just
been doing; his powerfully pumped up arms pulled Ol' Yella over his head
where the canine cock vibrated above his mouth....which again, opened to
allow his tongue to arch up and flick across the end of its poker.  I was
mesmerized!!!

Staring me straight in the eyes in the way one man will challenge another,
Uncle Mark did just that: 'LICK IT!!!...GO ON, LITTLE MAN!!!  IF I CAN DO
IT, SO CAN YOU.....AIN'T BAD AT ALL!!!...GIVE IT A TRY!!!!....'....and with
a cautionary reluctance I inched closer as to where my head was within the
vicinity to do just that....maybe!

I guess that I was so hyped up on the lust of the moment and the knowledge
of other possibilities that I had witnessed this lab, as well as the one
that Danny and I were going to keep could do to a boy's asshole!
Remembering those images of my fifteen year old brother being mounted and
bred was all it took to clear my mind of all those 'what ifs' and 'no,
thank you's' and 'I don't know about this' just flew out the window of any
good sense that I might still possess!

My tongue made a quick stab and made contact with this pooch's peter.

Not bad...not bad at all!  No real taste that I picked up on....didn't even
notice any nasty or forbidding odors outside of the usual wet doggy musk
kind of smell.  Heck, I'd smelled worse while sucking the old married men
under the pier late at night....a lot worse!...but it paid well; well
enough for a young boy's wallet anyway!

Uncle Mark would lap at the end of Ol' Yella's dick and then I would and
back and forth while the lab kept stabbing at the air between the two of us
as if he was searching for the hole to plant his doggy dick.  It became
very intense.....!

I was straddled across my uncle's washboard abs while engaging in sharing
the canine's cock with him which opened up a world of possibilities for
Uncle Mark's rigid ramrod that still hadn't released its volley of liquid
artillery!  I should have seen this one coming...but instead, I ended up
feeling it in the end....so to speak!!

With a wide and heavy man's hand pushing my butt downward until my asshole
lined up perfectly with his mammoth cock and with nothing more than dog
spittle that was still running out my shitter and down my thighs, I became
impaled like a hot dog on a limb over a fire pit at a picnic!!!

The incredible width of this grown man's dick stretched my boyish just
turned twelve year old pucker like a pair of those stretchy knit Sunday
socks that a guy puts on his feet before slipping on his best go-to-church
loafers.  With the descent of my butt tunnel on Uncle Mark's ass stuffer, I
went from taking turns lapping at the dog's dick to actually placing my
lips on the sides and even letting the end knob find refuge inside my
mouth.

When Ol' Yella noticed that he'd made entry into some kind of wet and
willing hole, he lurched forward shoving the sizeable doggy dick straight
down my gullet!  I gagged.....and before I could pull off the intrusion, my
mouth filled with my first load of puppy sperm...and it simply flooded my
throat.

Uncle Mark pulled me off Ol' Yella's cock just enough so that I wouldn't
drown in dog cum and also so that he could get his fair share.  He and I
licked it off each other's cheeks and chins like two of them Arab's in the
desert who need a drink....or they were going to die of thirst.  It was
like we were sucking each other's faces to lap up every drop; all the while
my dad's younger brother was jackhammering up into my colon like the needle
on mom's sewing machine.

All too soon and even before Ol' Yella had finished feeding us his load,
Uncle Mark's nine shooter started doing just that way up inside my little
boy butt.  I had the craziest feeling that there was so much spunk filling
up my innards that my belly was swelling from the large amount!!!  My
uncle's cock was so impacted inside my hole that there was no way it could
even leak around the opening of my anus....no way!!!

But we didn't care....not Uncle Mark who was thrashing around as if he was
trying to find another nine inches somewhere to add to the nine he already
had impaling me...not Ol' Yella, who had finally drained his main doggy
vein and had taken respite back down on the carpet where he was tongue
bathing his deflating puppy prick....or even me, who fell across my uncle's
hard nippled pecs where my own second load of boy spunk had coated them
with sticky juice..

Sleep came quick....and deep...for all three of us.....me with dreams of
''shedding my cracker'!!!!

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

Uncle Mark and Ol' Yella left to go back to Asheville on Friday.  It wasn't
a good day for me at all.

The night before he left, my father's younger brother and I went down to
the beachfront of the motel that mom and dad managed here in Myrtle Beach.
He sat in his wheelchair and would throw a yellow tennis ball toward the
break of the waves as the sun was setting.  The big yellow lab and my black
lab, Blacky would run after the ball like their tails were on fire.

My older brother, Danny, had come home again tonight ragged out and sore
but contented from football practice and had eaten supper with us and found
his way to our bedroom and was more than likely already asleep.  Mom and
dad were in the motel office on the phone with the motel owners going over
the books for the summer season.

I treasured this time with Uncle Mark.  I admired him for the man he was
and the way he had of making me feel special.  I sat on the sand next to
his wheel chair and watched the surf.  While the dogs were chasing the
ball, he'd reach down to my back and rub up to my shoulder blades.

'I'M GOING BACK A BIT EARLY, LITTLE MAN, SO THAT I CAN COME BACK IN A MONTH
OR TWO AND CATCH ONE OF DANNY'S GAMES.  IS THAT OK WITH
YOU!?!?!?....'....he confided to me as he stared out to the sunset and
studied how the horizon caught fiery orange-red as the sun melted into the
Atlantic.

'NO....YES!!!  I MEAN, AS LONG AS YOU'RE COMING BACK....!  HECK, UNCLE
MARK, I WISH YOU COULD GET A JOB AND STAY HERE.....YOU KNOW WHAT I
MEAN.....'....I stammered out what only a twelve year old can state with
the emotional honesty that is eroded with the defensiveness of maturity.

'I KNOW....FEEL THE SAME WAY, LITTLE MAN.  JUST AIN'T POSSIBLE.  YOUR
GRANDPARENTS NEED ME CLOSE....THEY'RE GETTING ON IN YEARS....YOU KNOW ALL
OF THAT.  GOT A HOME AND A JOB AND PEOPLE KNOW ME THERE AS 'MARK'!  MOST OF
THE TIME, I DON'T EVEN THINK THAT THEY NOTICE THE WHEELS ANYMORE....THEY
JUST SEE ME AS 'MARK'....YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.....LITTLE
MAN!!?!?!....'....his turn to stammer.

'YEAH, I KNOW....SURE I UNDERSTAND....BUT I DON'T HAVE TO LIKE IT, DO
I....????....'

'NO, YOU DON'T....AND NEITHER DO I!!  SO, I GUESS WE'LL HAVE TO LEAVE IT AT
T p HAT AND TRUST THE FACT THAT WE'LL BE TOGETHER AGAIN WHEN WE CAN....AND
SOMEWHERE DEEP DOWN INSIDE, WE'LL JUST BOTH HAVE TO KNOW AND BELIEVE THAT
THE BOND THAT WE HAVE IS GOOD AND TRUE AND WILL BE THERE EVEN WHEN WE CAN'T
BE....DOES THAT MAKE SENSE TO YOU, LITTLE MAN!?!?!?!  YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT
I'M TRYING TO SAY....DO YOU, BUDDY!?!?!?!.....'.....which was rare and odd
that he used my given name; so I knew that what he just said was heart felt
and very real.

'YEAH, UNCLE MARK....ME TOO!!

'YOU TOO WHAT.....!?!??!....'....knowing that there wasn't any need for me
to answer and that enough had been said.

I didn't sleep in his guest room that night.  That would have been way too
hard.  He understood this and I felt it already.  I helped push him down to
the pier where the sand is hard packed but still a challenge to maneuver a
wheel chair but we made it just as the sun disappeared and the clouds began
to provide a camouflage for us to say our goodbyes.

He shucked his cutoffs and remained seated and I dropped my shorts as I
bent over and slid my mouth over the head of his generous cock with more of
a purpose to lubricate and tease than to offer a productive outcome....no
pun intended.  Even still, he groaned louder than what two people
attempting to be hidden and avoiding detection should have.

With little notice, Uncle Mark picked me up by my waist and kissed my ears
and down my neck as my legs took the natural position of straddling his
hips so that his mighty erection nestled my ass crack.  Then surprising me
with something totally unexpected and completely accepted, he kissed me.  A
simple kiss of as much love and tenderness as there was tentative passion
concealed in its meaning.

My body went limp as my heart swelled and my hole spread over the flare of
his wide cockhead.  Every nerve ending of my body tingled with the bee
stings of electricity and every muscle throbbed with the pulsing of my
racing heartbeat.  My head was light and my eyes were locked with his as my
twelve year old ass tunnel relaxed for his nine.  My mouth gaped open in
the same dimensions that the opening of my pucker as if mimicking the
descension.

We rocked back and forth in a steady unhurried rhythm that again would have
been totally unexpected in its casual nature for the kind of activity that
we were engaged in there under the pier of a public beach!  We moaned
softly in each others' ears with each thrust and giration.  I was vaguely
aware of my ass cheeks resting on his engorged ball sack which was in
keeping with the hyper sensitivity of how my body was responding to this
sexual intensity.

Much too soon but not all that surprising, my little boy peter spewed my
creamy goo across the abs of my uncle's ripped mid section....and as my ass
ring clamped down around the shaft of his penis, it was the little extra
nudge that this older man needed to unleash his volume of warm spermy
liquid that fired far up into my gut with each spasm of his fleshy tube.

There wasn't any declarations of unbridled lust or low guttural groans that
rattled from the bowels that announced another successful orgasm.  Nah, not
this time.  This time, it was noted by the heavy breathing into each
others' ears that would have reminded anyone who might have been privy to
it as the same kind of exhaustive gasps that an Olympian sprinter would
display at the end of their event.  Breathe that was raspy and moist from
its excursion that sent subtle waves of chills along that vein which runs
below the earlobe down the side of the neck.

Once we had dressed and gathered our senses as much as possible after that
kind of intensity, and without unnecessary conversation since the silence
between us spoke louder than words at that moment; we ventured back to the
motel.  I left him sitting outside of his guest room and walked back to the
apartment located behind the motel office and ushered Blackie down the
hallway to the bedroom that I shared with my fifteen year old brother.

Uncle Mark didn't have breakfast with the family on the morning of his
return to Asheville.  He must have come to the table after mom took Danny
to the high school for another day of football practice and after I had
started policing the motel public areas for trash.

That is how he left us that summer.  No drawn out goodbyes and awkward
promises of this or that or something or the other.  At least between the
two of us, we had said all that two people who shared the kind of bond that
a couple of men could last night under that pier with my hips locked to his
pelvis.

I would hold vigil until he returned in a couple of months per his plans;
and that would be OK...well, as OK as having some one that mattered leave
you temporarily.

Life continued with this new normal of now going to the high school where
my brother had made the varsity football team and those Sunday afternoons
after church service in the basement rec room of our pastor for games of
pool and darts and sex with some of the other youthful members of the boys'
youth group found ways to explore and continue their own pursuits of
shedding their cracker and as the busier part of the summer vacation
business dwindled into the more extended stay guests of the fall and winter
of the northern snow birds made up of older retired couples who filled the
vacancies during this time of year and true enough, Danny and I would find
time to screw around and every once in a while, either he or I would hook
up with dad in a guest room on weekends to continue our special bonding.

Danny seemed to enjoy time with Blackie, our lab, to meet his sexual needs
more and more.  Although the dog had been intended as my twelfth birthday
present, we both shared him and took care of his cage out behind the
maintenance shed.  The relationship that I had with the lab was
considerably more the kind one would expect to happen between a young boy
and his furry pal.  We played on the beach and would sit together along the
boardwalk and watch the off season residents strolling around enjoying the
milder temperatures as compared to what they had left in New England and
Canada.

Every once in a great while, one of the old men would let it be known that
he'd appreciate some special customer service by either fucking Danny or
skull fucking me.  No big deal....it was what it was and it surely broke
the routine of school and chores.  Besides, both me and my brother enjoyed
sex!

Uncle Mark came back for a three day weekend for Danny's homecoming
football game.  We continued our special kind of relationship and the
understanding that bonded us secretly.  He would come back for Christmas
after our visit to grandma and grandpa's for Thanksgiving and Easter.  This
is how we made it work over the next couple of years.....and I never
doubted that this incredible man who had no legs below the knees and who
had developed what body he had left into something out of one of those body
building magazines and who had not laid down and died in a well of self
pity where his disability was concerned but had made a successful life for
himself.

He had also remained in that deep recess of my heart that he had told me
about that day on the beach when we no longer needed to say goodbyes since
we'd always be together as long as we felt and believed that the other one
resided there!

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SHEDDING MY CRACKER: CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

The following is an account of the cumming of age of a young boy in Myrtle
Beach South Carolina in the 1970s!  Fictional?...maybe.  I sure as HELL
don't know everyone that lives down there.

Sometimes, you just can't see life coming.  Those times, you just deal with
it!

The next three years were pretty much the same as the one that I just
shared with you folks.

Mom and dad continued to manage the motel there on the beachfront at the
end of the boardwalk of Myrtle Beach and our family continued to live in
the apartment behind the office.

My older brother Danny got his letter in football his junior year of high
school.  Although, he and I remain close to this day, we had begun to find
our own circle of friends and interests.  All the normal parts of growing
up in a close family.

Blackie disappeared from his fenced in area behind the maintenance shed
behind the motel about two years ago one day while we were at school and
dad was gone on a supply run.  There was no evidence of who might have
either released him or had stolen him.  Our dog was just gone.

It tore out my heart, but it was really hard on Danny who had found that
special relationship with the big black lab.  Blackie became one of those
unspoken contracts between us of where we just wouldn't mention Blackie by
name or refer to even having him as our furry buddy.

Danny and I continued to be guests of our church's pastor about once a
month after a Sunday worship service.  As many times as I had laid across
that pool table there in the parsonage's basement rec room, I still had
never learned how to shoot pool.  Oh, well!

Dad, Danny and I found time for our own kind of bonding from time to time;
either together or paired off.  For us, it remained more of a special
activity in much the same way that some fathers and sons might fish or hunt
or go bowling or attend NASCAR races.  It was what it was.

Yeah!  My brother and I would still sneak out in the middle of the night to
make a little cash under the pier sucking and getting fucked by the middle
aged daddies that brought their families to our motel and the others that
lined the Atlantic Ocean all those summers of the 1970s.

It just wasn't as important to do as it was that first summer when I spied
on my brother in the darkest recesses of the pier as he tried to make money
to go out for football his freshman year of high school.  For me, it had
become just something to do....kind of just to see if I can still get away
with it.  Whatever....!

Visits from Uncle Mark for vacations and holidays continued to bond us even
closer.  Our sex still remained the most passionate of any sex that I had
yet to know.  There was a quiet understanding between us that allowed us to
be comfortable in each others' company whether it was in the guest room
next to the motel office during his visits or our walks down the boardwalk.

I had just turned fifteen a week ago and was getting ready for my sophomore
year of high school, the same age that Danny was the year of my sexual
awakening.  I was a runner...not like the tract kind of sprinter or long
distance kind of guy.  Nope!  I competed against my last mileage and time
post.  Just me in a pair of shorts and a good pair of Adidas hitting the
beach that provided the challenge of getting traction against the sand.

I had grown tall like dad and the running hard produced a lean and toned
body.  Where Danny's cock kept getting thicker, mine had thickened
respectfully but was more impressive with it's bullet shaped eight inch
stature during the heights of sexual play.  I continued to have an easy
smile for everyone while retaining a certain amount of privacy that the
running reinforced.

Danny was very popular and sociable and was constantly being invited to
this party and to go out with his buddies on Saturday night after we
finished our chores around the motel.  He even dated girls and told me late
at night about fucking this one and how really bad that they were at giving
blow jobs.  We'd laugh and carry on about it but I had NO interest in sex
with a pussy.  It just wasn't me.

Things were as they should be.  We still had breakfast and supper together
most everyday with TV and/or homework every evening.  Church on Sundays.
Birthdays were still opportunities for new clothes and some one on one time
with mom.  Although the folks were still tight with the money, they had
finally started giving us an allowance and certain financial
responsibilities like lunches at school and extra activities like movies
and arcade games and included learning how to save for the extras like
groovy sunglasses and the latest records as they were released.

One night at supper, mom and dad let it slip that they had saved enough
money for Danny to go to college after he graduated next spring.  So,
that's why they had been so careful with their money all those
years....well, I'll be......!  He had always loved North Carolina State
football....need I say more.

That Labor Day Holiday Weekend had been unusually busy this year.  It had
been a good summer season all together.  All the motels and hotels up and
down the beach had stayed at full capacity.  Then, as normal on Labor Day
Monday, there is an exodus where all the families and factory workers fled
back across the mid Atlantic states to their blue collar jobs.  Life just
kept moving on.

The snow birds from the New England and even the Canadians would start
migrating over the next couple of months and make this and the beach
communities south of Myrtle their winter retirement retreats.  It provided
a steady bottom line even if it was a slower time of year.  Many of these
older folk had been our guests for so many falls and winters that they
became like surrogate grandparents to me and Danny...and we felt a real
loss when one or two had passed on that year and wouldn't be returning.
Just more proof about life moving on.

That Tuesday morning after Labor Day was the first day of school.  Danny
had been going most of the month of August for football practice each day
and the first home game was this Friday night.  Mom had made a breakfast of
scrambled eggs and link sausage and a pile of buttered toast.  Dad reminded
us as he did every morning of what chores and responsibilities that we were
expected to tackle after school and my brother's football practice.


We caught the local bus to school right out front of the motel's parking
lot.  Nothing new there.  In stead of this predictability being boring it
was some how comforting and felt dependable in knowing what life held any
given day.

Then life happened!

I was sitting in my second period English class when Danny and the
principal came to the door and arranged with the teacher to excuse me.
There was a police car outside of the front entrance at the point where the
main office was.  The police men asked us to get into the car after saying
not much more that there was a problem back at the motel where we lived.

I don't know if you guys understand what I'm saying when there is those
times in life where your mind and body go into that preparatory shut
down....some call it a kind of shock or something...where everything going
on around you becomes surreal and appears to be moving in slow motion.  All
this happening with little or no factual information.  Just instinct.  Some
kind of weird survival mode.

A couple of buddies at school had told me about this strange feeling when
they wrecked their car and flipped it over a sand dune this past summer.
They told me that nothing seemed real.  Then there were those rare
occasions when dad and Uncle Mark would talk about something that they saw
while in Nam.  Those conversations always occurred in a way that there was
more unsaid that actually voiced...and they also talked about how their
minds just went on automatic pilot in the way that they mentally processed
only what was needed in order to deal with the insanity or bizarreness of
whatever was occurring around them.

That is how I was handling the uncertainty and this outside of the expected
and normalcy of where and what and who and why should have been going on.
Years later, when Danny and I finally talked about this day, he shared that
this is how he remembered experiencing it also.

This was one of those times that you just deal with life!

There were police cars all over the motel parking lot that our parents had
managed for many, many years and had raised us in the apartment behind the
motel office.

There were a couple of ambulances and some medical people hustling here and
moving in and out of the motel's office.

There was even a local fire truck and a few of the firefighters that
volunteered their time to provide this service to our community....why!?!!?
Who knows...and this sort of summed up the whole absurdity of what we saw
this cloudy overcast Tuesday morning in the parking lot of the motel and
the manager's apartment that we called home

There were a few police officers barricading the rather large group of
people...some we knew as other business owners and residents who lived
relatively close along the boardwalk and many of the last of the
vacationers and tourists who had stayed over for a quieter beach experience
than what the holiday weekday had been.

There were many of both kinds of these people holding up their Kodaks and
Polaroids to try and get a photograph of anything that caught their
interest or that they thought might be worth capturing the moment for some
scrapbook or album.

Our police officers who escorted us here told us to remain in the backseat
of the police cruiser and that one of the detectives would be out to talk
to us in a few minutes.

Talk to us about what.....we wondered......?

Then the image that literally froze my mind and heart of three gurneys with
some objects wrapped tightly in red stained white sheets like shroads were
quickly whisked into the waiting ambulances and the rear doors of the
wagons shut and these odd objects of some distant interest where driving
through the mass of scattered public service officers and passed the police
car where my brother and I sat in its back seat.

It was about this time that we saw what had to be a plain clothed officer,
a detective maybe, accompanying Mr. and Mrs Sullivan who managed the motel
next door and had been mom and dad's closest friends and supporters during
the time that each had held their jobs with their respective hospitality
companies, walking over to the cruiser where we waited.  The officer had a
distant far off stare behind his vacant eyes while the elderly Sullivans
mirrored the expressions that my brother and I surely were wearing.  The
only difference is that they knew and had a rationale for being lost in
this out of body protective emotional providence.

Our parents, along with the elderly Mrs. Thompson who came into the office
whenever mom and dad needed a break or to help with the guest registering
and checking out and provided a real kind of southern grandmotherly charm
that worked well with what families in the summer and the older snow birds
of the winter felt safe and comfortable in doing business with, were killed
while the motel office was being robbed.

Why the robber or robbers determined that it was necessary to murder our
middle agaed parents and this trusted employee, we would never know and
this would and remains an enigma to this day.

Time stopped....and we lived in that limbo for the next good bit.  Mr. and
Mrs. Sullivan took us in at their motel where we sat quietly until our
grandparents and various uncles, including Uncle Mark, could drive from
their respective places of residence.

Arrangements were made to transport mom and dad's bodies back to Asheville
where our grandparents lived.  Within the remainder of that week, Danny and
I sat quietly where ever who ever would tell us that we needed to be at any
given moment and watch the pageantry of what was happening around us: the
buying new navy suits for both of us...the wake...the meeting of various
extended family members and friends from our parents pasts from many years
ago...the funeral service that was held by our pastor from Myrtle Beach
whom he and his wife had come up to officiate... the graveside burial.

It was there, while sitting in the front row in one of those metal folding
chairs that the funeral homes all have as standard operating equipment,
that for a brief moment I broke the silence and like a deep sea diver,
broke the surface of a dark ocean's water and emotionally touched the
reality of what all of this was about.  A short brief whimper escaped from
the depths of my throat sounding like the gasping of this diver as he
struggles to let out the dead air and inhale the overwhelming abundance of
fresh oxygen.

Then, as quickly as the breath that allowed me to touch the reality of the
moment occurred, I retreated back into the abyss that provided me the
strength and public presence to endure the public spectacle that our
culture and society use to acknowledge the passing of our loved ones.

This would be the process that I used to return to the here and now as an
active participant in life.  With each of these unpredictable 'gasps', I
allowed myself to begin to grieve and own what life had brought me to deal
with.  It took a long time to move pass the 'why' of it all and eventually
coming to my own personal understanding that there is no acceptable answer
to this 'why' and in much of the essence of that old expression of 'shit
happens', that made the most sense to me and through it, allowed me to move
forward with life.

I have no idea how Danny processed his feelings of 'why' and loss; and out
of respect to him as my older brother, I never asked.  I did note that he
became a 'harder', more distant person generally.  Even though he remained
outgoing, he now held these social encounters at arms length; just letting
people get just so close.

Danny returned with the pastor and his wife and lived with them since this
was his senior year of high school so that he could graduate.  I'm sure
that he spent a good part of his time down in the basement rec room with
the pastor and several of the other members of the teen boys youth
group....!  I have no doubt at all.  It would be another area that we just
no longer talked about.

I remained in Asheville with grandma and grandpa during school nights and
otherwise with Uncle Mark at his cabin.  I transferred to the Asheville
high school with no real problems and continued to run alone on weekends
through the many trails that snaked through the mountain side of my uncle's
cabin that he built along the Appalachian Trail.

It was during one of these runs later that fall with the poplar and maple
and oak trees flashing their brilliant colors to announce their coming
suicidal drop to the forest floor that I fell in mid stride on the mountain
path and took the final gasp on the breath of the reality of the loss of my
parents and I cried in that deep soul shaking way that only a man can do
when he reaches that point where he can no longer deny the truths in his
life.

These wails and sobs were left there on the dirt of that path as my heart
began to find a regular beat again and I came to terms with life in all of
its possibilities.  Now this wasn't any kind of miraculous healing but only
the beginning of getting in touch with feeling the important parts of
things that matter in life.

That night, laying beside my uncle, I reached out to him and he took me for
the first time since my parents' death.  Our passion was intense yet
naturally easy in its pace and mechanics.  Once we both had found release
in each others' bodies; him buried deep in my ass and my teenage spunk
splattering his hard ridges of well defined abs.  Once we had reached this
place of gratification, we drifted off into a long and peaceful slumber
where our limbs where intertwined and the sweat of our exertions mingled
among the sheets of his bed.

I continued to live.................................and it came to me at
this moment that I finally had an understanding about what 'shedding my
cracker' truly means!

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