Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2012 02:27:59 +0000
From: chuck haugan <chuckles97@live.com>
Subject: Boys by the Bay: Friday Night in the Summer of 79

This is a short story about a 24 hour period of time in the life of a kid
growing up in the late 70's.  This whole thing is nothing more than one big
lie!  This is why we call it fiction.  So, none to the names or places
should be considered real.

Having said that, if you are prohibited from reading sexual contact due to
age, banned by local law, or have issue with reading stories of people
engaging in sex within the following pages, stop reading now and go find
the Disney page.  This bit of fiction is not for you!  You are warned!

All the copy and legal crap that normally apply and sited for stories
posted here also apply to this story.  This story can not be reproduced
without the consent of the author.



Friday Night in the Summer of 1979: a slice of a boys life


(Please read "Met him on the Bus" for a description of Jon and his lover, Jon.

Briefly the Jon below is 12, Norwegian, blond haired, blue eyed, slender,
and athletic.  If you are to lazy to read the other story, let your
imagination fill in the rest!)


At the age of 12, I loved a boy named Jon.  We were having sex a couple of
times a week.  However, when summer arrived, Jon went with an older brother
back to California for a month to finish their move up the coast to
Washington.  For me, I understood , my new partner was my old friend: my
right hand with conditioner during my morning shower.  As a kid, I don't
think I ever used conditioner in my hair!

My mood fouled when the morning he departed he left me without a goodbye.
I was totally infatuated by him and lazed around the house for the first
days of summer break dwelling on my loss.  The rain and crap weather didn't
help my attitude either.  Summer sucked, the world sucked, and nobody would
be sucking me!

My crazed thought of abandonment disappeared near the end of June as David,
my best friend, was turning 13 and talked his mom into a sleepover birthday
party.  I knew the boundaries between friends and sex partners, even at
this young age.  David was a brother to me and the thought of prowling him
for sex was completely disgusting.  Our sex play was limited to when we
were little kids: we did some little boy showing and touching games but,
that was an exercise in making sure there were no defects in our plumbing
and cross checking the mechanics over sexual gratification.  David and I
had known each other for all of our memorable lives.  We went to the same
school, had the same classes, played hockey from peewee on, and always
played in the spring soccer league due to our mutual hate of baseball
(moves way to slow: in our opinions baseball was glorified golf: fat assed
could play it well!).  Our friendship was more than just our proximity
since he lived a few hundred yards down the beach from me.  We were so
close we could finish each others sentences, communicate with a glance,
shared clothes, and every secret...  Except one... Mine.

David was very attractive: the girls chased him all over school more than
the rest of us.  We were opposite in appearance: he had dark brown hair,
brown eyes, a few freckles across his nose and cheeks (when we were very
young they were very pronounced and as we aged they seemed to fade a bit),
and he was naturally sturdy and strong as I had to work at gaining strength
and skill.  To David, all athletics were a breeze.  All I can say about his
equipment was that he developed very early and probably was shooting cum a
year before me.  He had a man's mass of pubes and was way bigger than my
three inch flaccid cock.  As appealing as his equipment was to me, David
truly was a brother from another mother and sex was out of the question.

The weather was sunny with a breeze yet comfortable, as I walked along the
rocky beach thinking of the tricks and play to come with our friends.  Jon
was now a side show of thought, as David's house came into view.  David and
our buddies were on the front lawn kicking a soccer ball around when I
arrived.  I greeted the boys by simply joining in the kick around.  They
were all known to me by hockey or the neighborhood so formal greetings were
limited to a simple "hey" or a jested insult.

With my arrival, we were complete and ventured into David's house.  We all
braced ourselves for the clowns or what ever age inappropriate crap we'd
have to deal with form David's crazy mother before we could have the real
party.  To our surprise, his Mom set us up in the basement and simply
directed us not to stay up too late and keep it down after eleven.  No lame
birthday cake, no bitchy little sister and no interruption as long as we
kept a lid on it.  This turning 13 thing may be better than we ever
dreamed!

With the giddiness of our new freedom from David`s family, we devoured
three large pizzas that were waiting for us on a card table along with pop
and chip.  After our gorge was complete, we tossed the empty boxes off the
card table to a corner of the room, busted out Risk for a long evening of
global domination (this was the equivalent to video game entertainment for
our era of kids).  We all sat around the table choosing territories and I
knew that the game was always decided in this stage.  Since I was last
draw, I knew I had lost before the game even started so, I geared up to pay
attention to the others and cause as much trouble for the asshole who
picked up Australia to attack Asia.  If the easy route was not an option,
I'd be a prick.  The game could stretch over days, if played with great
strategy, and I'd rather do something else with my time.  An early exit was
the best strategy for me.

As I surveyed my opponents, I realized that Billy was the only guest that
made me want to puke: heavy set and greasy.  He was one of those kids that
was proud of his first zit.  He walked around with a huge white head the
size of an M&M poking off the side of his cheek.  He went around telling us
that it meant he was older and more mature.  The kid was a freak.  I was so
glad he didn't sit next to me.  His attitude and ego were more repulsive to
me than his hygiene.  He had to play catcher in baseball and goal in soccer
or hockey.  If he didn't, he'd cry like a three year old.  The last time he
pulled the cry card was at the age of ten.  But, in the kid world, that
equates to yesterday.  I despised self entitlement, even back then.  Having
said that, his fat ass did keep many pucks from the back of the net, so I
would tolerate him.

Brad was a kid that went to a different school than the rest of us: a
private, boarding school in the City.  His parents insisted that he board
there four nights a week and return home for the weekends.  We all hated
him at first because we assumed all the stereotypes of a rich kid were
true.  We all had a hard time accepting that a kid could have a driver drop
him at hockey practice twice a week from his boarding school.  And, that we
only got a peak of his parents at a few of our games which to us seemed so
cold and upper class.  He was like an alien from Pluto.  After we played a
couple of games, all was forgotten.  The kid had skating skills we had
never seen with spins, crazy angle passes or shots, and a knack of knowing
where the puck would dribble out of a scrum.  David and I quickly wanted
what he had on the ice.  He didn't play soccer with us as he opted for swim
club for his summer activities so, it was good to see him.

Brad was an amazingly beautiful Swedish kid: shoulder length, blond hair,
blue eyed, slender lips and an elegantly lean, swimmers, body.  If I could
crawl into his sleeping bag tonight, I may never get back out.  Sitting
next to him at the game board was difficult because my eyes wandered to
that deep, tanned, skin against his chlorine bleached, hair and blue eyes.
He was a bit aloof in the Swedish upper class way but, was always friendly
to me.  I was terrified of the others catching me perving on Brad.  I just
couldn't help but stare for a second or two every couple of minutes.

Chris sat across the table from me.  The shortest kid here, since he was
five months from turning 12.  He was a kid from David's church who started
hanging around us when we we're eight.  There were a handful of boys lining
the bay that he could be mates with but none his age: we were the closest,
at the time being a year and a half apart.  We all came to genuinely like
him, despite the age difference, because he was so cheerful and happy to
have us as friends.  We'd made him part of our gang within months of
meeting him.  A Persian and Italian mix, he was all brown: olive skin,
brown eyes, and jet black hair.  He wore his hair in the classic shag,
shoulder length, style that all kids wore of that era.  He had full lips
and the whitest teeth.  He was very fit from trying to compete with us in
every sport.  Chris never gave up when behind and when winning, never dug
into his opponents.  He truly just loved to compete and be with the gang.

Mixed in with playing the board game we'd pause to listen to a song on the
radio, gossip of family and friends, share goofy jokes, and as always, a
dare or two were placed.  I new I was screwed, when I was the first to need
to pee.  My dare came from Chris and was to pee at the stoop of the
neighbors front door, on David's sister's window, or on the bay lawn with
flood lights on.  I figured the sister and front door thing would get me in
real trouble so, I took the risk that David's Mom would see the flood
lights and put an end to the dare before it started.  I tried dragging my
feet but, they all knew my game and nature was beginning to cause me to
squirm.  So, out into the yard I went through the basement sliding glass
door and fished my cock out through my underwear and out the front of my
501`s.

David waited until my dick was out and heard the stream hit the ground
before flipping on the lights.  There I was pissing with the wind, facing
the bridge and the houses across the bay with my "manhood" exposed, in the
bright white light of the mooring spot light.  The boys stood in the
doorway giggling and taunting at me.  Actually, I kind of liked this dare
now!  I arched my stream into the air for added affect.  I shuttered from
the last bit leaving my bladder, I turned to my audience, swung and flicked
my dick around to "shake off" so all could see my cock, and this brought
laughs from my friends.

As I was tucking my equipment in, David's Mom came sprinting down the
stairs screaming at us to "grow up or you're all going home!  And, Jon one
more event like this, your Mother will hear from me...  One more hour and
to bed... I'm very disappointed in you: All of you!" she screamed as she
circled the room pointed at all of us with a trembling finger.  "David--
You're 13!"  She yelled as she glared at her son.

Wow, was she pissed!  I realized, if the neighbors were watching the show,
she'd get phone calls or worse, she'd be the source of gossip: "what a bad
parent."  I thought that was funny since she was a holy roller.  But then,
I put myself in her shoes, and realized what I may have done to her and
myself.

We started using the basement bathroom after that.  And, unfortunately for
me, that was the last dare of the night.  We where all a bit shocked by her
anger and for me embarrassed and ashamed.  The wind was taken out of the
sails of the party and it wasn't even nine!

Thirty minutes later we had regained composure and the game was dragging
due the conversation that had turned to David's favorite topic: girls and
the secrets of sex.

"Me and Kerry made out in her basement last weekend.  She let me into her
bra and feel her tits," Brad bragged, as he gauged every ones reaction.  "
And, she grabbed my dick while we kissed!  I was going to make my move,
when her bitch mother came in and told me to go home...  I just unzipped
and she put her hand in my pants!  It totally sucked- ten more minutes and
I`d been in her pants...  Maybe even fucking!"

"You wish," chirped Billy.  "The only thing that would get close to you is
in your barn, lard ass," Brad responded with a laugh.  "I finger fucked her
before!"  "I kissed some girls" "Name one that would admit it," I shot at
Billy.  "What's it feel like?" David piped up.  "Your mom doesn't count,"
Chris added with a smile.  "Or, your little brother," Brad added, while
punching Billy on the arm while making smooching noises in his ear.  "Screw
off, you pricks," Billy said as his face went crimson from the group
ganging up on him.  So I decided to change gears.

"You made out with Emily last weekend," I said, pointing at David.  "Shut
up retard," David really liked her and the boy/girl relationship thing was
still a bit embarrassing for him to admit.  "Wow." Chris said, in amazement
since she was older than David by two years and had tits and everything.
Billy just stared in disbelief.  "Thanks, ass wipe...  I knew you'd spill,"
David said glaring at me.  "You didn't say not to and you were going at it
in plain site!  If you didn`t want anyone to know, get a room!"  "Where was
this?" asked Brad.  "At the cliff- just down the beach a ways," David
pointed the direction, "She doesn't want anyone to know, yet.  Guys just
don't tell anyone...  If my mom finds out, she'll be pissed off.  Please
don`t say anything to anyone!"  We all promised.  "To answer your next
questions, yes, I felt her tits and she's let me feel her down there but,
only through her panties.  If you wouldn't have come along, who knows?"
David said, in a bothered dead pan voice as he stared me down a bit more.

"He'll get over it," I thought, "And he kind of likes the idea of the
others knowing or he would have told me not to spill."

Chris fidgeted in his seat with a look of wonder.  "Boned up for sure," I
thought.  I hoped I showed the same enthusiasm.  My excitement was dreaming
of trading places with Kerry and sucking tongue with Brad as I slipped my
hand into his unzipped trousers.  Questions of experience were tossed about
and, as usual, for most boys our age, we had kissed, hugged and may have
felt a girl up...  I reached down and adjusted the equipment as it struck
me that everyone around the table had an erection.  The thought made my
spine and stomach tweak with excitement.

"What about you and Julie?" David asked me.

"I've made out with her," I said, happily.  Julie was a neighbor girl.  I
again moved my junk beneath the table which was not missed by Chris or
Brad.  "I rubbed her butt as we hugged and made out...  She stopped me
though.  It kind of came out of know where.  I can`t wait to get her alone
again but her sisters are always around...  It sucks," I lied... I could
care less if we ever did anything again.  The reaction of the group was
much the same as the rest of the stories.  Of course, I left out that this
happened last year as part of one of her silly dress up games and she was
the aggressor.  My neighbor Julie had saved me from either not contributing
or a flat out lie.

But nothing could save me from my big lie: I loved sucking Jon off, I
lusted for other boys, and I only thought of girls in passing thoughts of
sex.  I had learned that agreeing and engaging with these excited, boys
about girls was expected.  If you didn't engage, you were instantly labeled
a "fag" or at least raised suspicion and taunting of masculinity.  I knew
the life of those labeled "fag" was unbelievably harsh and, I couldn't bare
the thought of being in virtual solitary confinement for, what I imagined,
would be the rest of my life: being beat up, harassed and shunned...  The
thought of loosing my spot on the hockey team because my team mates would
target me or just not play with me would drive me to suicide.

We had a boy that everyone, including myself, picked on because he was
effeminate.  The harshness had to have him in tears every night of his
life.  I didn't want to be him: a mental and physical punching bag.  Some
people celebrate coming out but for me, I think back to the cruelty of
childhood and my hypocrisy.  I was the kid sucking another boys cock and
perving on every boy within a few years of my age.  To this day I hate
myself for what I did to him.  I only hope he has a better life than I. The
lie I kept was a curse that filled me with guilt and self loathing: even to
this day, since this lie was kept long into adulthood.

Before we knew it, David's mom's feet were heard pounding down the stairs
to enforce our curfew due to my stunt.  "In bed or you all go home!" she
said as she picked up the empty pizza boxes and trash.  She pulled the
cushions from a fold away and deployed the bed.  The opposite sofa in the
room could hold one kid, the cushions off the fold out another and the fold
out bed could hold two or three.  "To bed now!" she stated in the no
nonsense voice only a pissed off mom can deliver and turned to march back
up the stairs.

We leapt into action of claiming sleep territory.  Fat ass grabbed the
cushions, me and Chris grabbed the bed (to my disappointment as I watched
Chris`s bedroll drop to the mattress) Brad grabbed the couch, and David
retreated to his room to emerge with an inflated camping cushion.  With bed
rolls out and stakes claimed, we hesitated to undress for bed, as most boys
do at this age when modesty becomes an overwhelming consideration of ones
life.  Billy just piled in with his clothes on.  Figures: he's a scum.
Brad looked at me and scrunched his nose, as Billy adjusted himself in the
sleeping bag below.

I busted up laughing, "You have to smell it form where you're sleeping!"
"Who let one?"  David asked, missing me and Brad's connection, as the
comment completely missed Billy's ear or ego.  We all joined in fart jokes
for a while, as Brad inconspicuously switched his pillow from one end of
the couch to the other to avoid Billy's fumes.  At least now, I could turn
my head and watch his face as he slept a few feet away.

I broke the bedtime wardrobe ice, as I stood up and stripped down to my
tighty whiteys and socks.  The others followed suit, joking about bed
wetting and so on, as they disrobed.  Brad's bulge was very pronounced with
the fleshy head of his penis clearly outlined in his Jockeys.  He caught my
glance and watched my face as he sat on his bed roll.  My cock was filling
with life and I decided to get in bed fast, as Brad, David and Billy
chatted away.

David sat Indian style on top of his air mattress which drew Brad's
attention.  A slight bit of David's testicle was visible through the leg
hole of his Fruit of the Looms.  I studied Brad's eyes dart around to
everyone as the conversation went along.  His eyes always returned to
David's crotch.  My thoughts were of conversations I had heard about Elton
John, Rod Stewart, David Bowie, and Mick Jaeger from some of the older boys
on the school bus.  They called them "switch hitters."  Meaning they did it
with guys and girls.  I was thinking that Brad might be one!  This was too
damned exciting for me to believe he might be willing to play.  As I laid
on my right side facing him, my hand stealthily grabbed my hard cock.  I
just held it as I pretended to follow the conversation.

Soon, they all crawled into their sleeping bags and chatted more about
nothing. David's mom came down a few minutes later and turned the lights
out directing us to whisper and dare not wake her.  The chatter continued
about soccer, hockey, ass holes we hated, and girls.

I guessed I was not the first to fall asleep but wasn't sure as I woke in
the morning.  I checked my sleeping bag, felt my face, and sniffed the air
to ensure myself that I was not the brunt of a joke.  Then I spotted it in
the morning light.  A couple of pairs of David's sisters panties laying on
and all over Billy.  I hoped they were piss stained and disgusting.

Then I felt him on my left side stirring.  Chris was snuggled up to me.
His warmth was so cozy as his breath crossed my shoulder and neck.  I
softly turned to looked into his sleeping face and noticed his eyes moving
below the lids.  His tan skin was so smooth without a single blemish.  Even
his morning hair was as straight as when he went to bed that evening.  It
struck me how cute he really is and I wondered how I never noticed.

I craned my neck, scanning the room, to see that I was the only one awake,
at a few minutes before 7 AM.  I tuned back to Chris and noticed my morning
wood was at full mast.  I reached down into my underwear and massaged the
tip of my penis with my index finger so not to be detected.  A thought
crossed my mind, as I noticed that Chris's bag was unzipped to his mind
thigh, to reach in and inspect his goods while he slept.

Just as the thought was becoming an option of my mind, a rustling came from
Brad's sofa.  I turned to see him propped up on his elbow, staring at me
and Chris.  We smiled at each other and whispered soft "heys," to greet the
day and I rolled to him with hopes of some private conversation.  We stared
at each other for a few seconds and then he slowly and quietly unzipped his
bag, threw his legs over the sofa, stood and pulled the front of his
thighty whiteys down exposing his at least 5 1/2" hard on to me. He
whispered, "I solute you comrade!"

His penis was as amazing to me as the rest of him: circumcised with a
proportional amount of skin remaining, a huge mushroom head with a red hue
around the edges of the purple crown, a mass of golden pubic hair that was
beginning to grow a trail to his belly button, and what appeared to be huge
balls, although I could not tell, since he had pulled the waist band down
to just reveal his cock.  It dawned on me, as I stared, that his dick and
everything below his hips were as tan as his torso!  What kind of a swim
club did he join!  He stood there for a moment gauging my reaction, then
pulled the front of his undies back into place and whispered, "Fag."

"You're the one showing, queer bait!" I whispered back and we both giggled.
"I gotta piss," he said as I watched his bubble butt bob and weave as he
maneuvered over Billy and David toward the bathroom at the end of the hall.
As he ran down the hall, his tan punctuated the whiteness of his tighty
whiteys.  He was pure lust to me and I realized that he had to be older
than the rest of us.  His dick was huge and he had more pubes than even
David!  Either that, or, we were all a bunch of babies.

I needed to piss, as well, but was afraid to join him even after the show.
Brad was probably just playing, I guessed.  I was so amazed at what he had
just done and his stare at David`s package last night, that I was
completely paralyzed in puzzlement: "What if he tells the guys about me
staring at his dick; he just showed me his, but, what if I go down there
and he goes a step further, only joking, and I fall for it; is he a switch
hitter; and what if he wants sex for real?"  We were team mates so, at the
rink, we had seen each others bodies a few times and this was the first
time he had ever done anything remotely sexual, even if it was a joke.  As
I contemplated all of this, ten minutes went by and my erection faded into
the flaccid state of needing desperate relief of my bladder.

Brad came down the hall with a grin on his face, "Killed two birds with one
stone," he whispered as he crawled back into his bed roll.  The connotation
not lost as I quietly got out of my bag, hurtled my buddies on the floor,
and sprinted down the hall to piss.  I noticed the seat was down and no
shit odor was present so, I didn't think he was lying.  When I got back,
Brad was in his bag with his hands clasped beneath his head, as he stared
at the popcorn ceiling texture.  I went to the side of the sofa, a foot
from his face and dropped the front of my undies claiming, " Us Norge folk
would salute but it takes too much energy."

His head recoiled back as he stared at my flaccid couple of soft inches and
loose bag of balls.  I was so nervous of this risk that I couldn't "salute"
him in return!  He giggled and said, " You guys are all such fags!  Get
that thing away form me!"  His smile was one of true laughter and good will
of my revenge.

I got back into my bag and we whispered quietly about hockey, football and
other boy stuff.  I wanted to broach the issue of age but figured he would
pick up on my motive and this was not the time or place.  We knew each
other as team mates and now we were becoming fast friends.  We loved the
Flyers and Canadians, and hated the Red Wings.  We both thought the
Canadian teams had all of the talent but with all the Europeans entering
the game, the game was changing forever.  We both loved to play hockey more
than anything in the world.  It turned out that Brad's dad played hockey on
some Swedish elite team and almost made the Olympic team.  This explained
Brad's abilities and hockey smarts.

At around eight thirty, David and Billy woke as David's mom was banging
around the kitchen with breakfast.

"Ahhh...  Sick" Billy said as he raised a pair of piss stained panties from
his pillow.  Brad played as though he was asleep.  Now, I knew who's idea
it was.  David giggled telling him not to be the first to fall asleep
followed by a verbal assault by Billy against all of us.

They fidgeted about and then both escaped to use the bathroom.  When they
returned, David started dressing and we all got up to follow.  All but
Billy the scum had to dress.  I betted myself that he would sleep in and
wear the same clothes today and tomorrow.

Chris remained passed out and finally I took the initiative to raise him
from slumber with some crap I read in a Harlequin romance novel I found my
in my sister's bedroom.  I decided to use this high school girl all the
guys drooled over as the ultimate sex object as the subject matter.  I
whispered in his ear just loud enough for the others to hear, "Nadia is
with you.  She's dressed only in her bra and panties.  She reaches for your
pants and unbuttons your fly.  She rubs your cock with her delicately soft
hands .  She pulls her bra off and squeezes your face between her tits and
you smell her sex sweetness ooze from her body.  Then she puts a nipple in
your mouth, and you suck it lightly...  Tenderly... Your tongue circles her
tit as she moans with deep pleasure," with that, Chris's mouth moved in a
sucking motion and we all broke into laughter loud enough to shock Chris
out of sleep.  It was as though a fire alarm had erupted only it was four
boys howling with glee.

"What happened? What?  Why are you...  What did you guys do!?"  he shouted
in fright as we rolled around laughing.  It took a few minutes for everyone
to calm down enough to explain to Chris the funniest trick we'd seen in our
lives.  He denied any recollection of such a dream, didn't believe such a
thing could happen, and yelled at us to shut up.  His face began to change
from anger to hurt and disbelief.  We all realized he might cry.  He was
very hurt that his older friends would do something like that to him.  I
felt like a total jackass and wished I had magic marked something on his
face instead.  We fell silent and David piped up that we should all lay
off.  We all apologized in a gleeful, joking way, as boys will do.  But, I
knew Chris and I knew he was hurt by my actions.

We ventured upstairs to find David's mom trying to make pancakes for all of
us.  An impossible task for five hungry boys from a single skillet.  We all
grabbed cereal bowls to supplement what ever she could produce.  They ate a
pancake or two a piece, as fast as she could prepare them.  I stuck to
cereal.  She was using way too much oil in the pan and I hated greasy food.
I kept an eye on Chris.  I could tell by his rapid speech and interjections
into conversations that he was nervous and attempting to repair what I had
done.  He was so self conscience that it was becoming annoying to everyone.

Other than Chris's babbling, Breakfast passed quickly and David's mom
apologized, as we did to her for our behavior last night.  I was afraid
there was a Bible verse about pissing outside for all the world to see but,
she didn't go there.  Brad's mom showed up at 10 to take her son and Billy
home.  She pulled up in a new boxy Volvo wagon.  Even their family wagon
reeked of money.  David's mom said nothing of last night as the women
chatted so I figured I was going to be in the clear with my parents.  Brad
said he wanted to play some floor hockey or soccer next week to stay sharp
for next season.  I was on board with anything to stay close to him.  We
exchanged phone numbers and said our goodbyes.

Chris asked if we could walk back together on the road because the tide was
coming in.  I realized we would be one on one for the ten minute walk
toward my house and my stomach fell in dread because of what I had done to
him.  We said our goodbyes to David and his mom.

David`s mom grabbed me to a hug and whispered in my ear, "You behave, I
know you're a better kid than that, don't let other people define you," I
took a step back from her and nodded.  She only hugged me a few times in my
life and they always followed victories in sports, getting ace grades, or
Christmas wishes.  This hug and advice surprised me, in many ways.  I guess
I had become one of her kids over the last nine years of friendship with
David.

We started down the drive with a look back and waive to our hosts.

"What did she say," Chris asked, as we cleared ear shot on the walk down
the long driveway to the road.  "Nothing but Bible verses."  "Figures.  I
can`t stand her when she`s at church.  I can`t stand my parents only
letting me hang around with other kids from the stupid church and that dumb
youth group."  "What kind of crap is that?"  "My parents and the church
thing?  Just a stupid new rule they invented."  "It's not like those guys
at your church are all saints.  Look at Billy.  He swears, lies, and is a
stinking pig.  Not to mention a total retard: how he got out of the 6th
grade is a mystery.  I don't have horns on my head for fuck sake!"  "Yeah,
it's just that my Dad will have a cow, if he finds out I'm hanging around
outsiders.  It's like he wants me to be a priest or something."  I looked
at him and smirked.  He started laughing, "Yeah, me a priest!  What a deal!
Salvation: I`m a Catholic now!"  "Why does David hang with me?  I've known
him my whole life and his mom's never said no about us."  "She's a cool
mom...  I don't know...  My mom and dad suck."  "Hey Chris, I'm sorry about
that shit this morning," I said out of nowhere because I didn't want to
continue the discussion into his weird family and I wanted to get this out
of the way.  "Did I really do that thing with my mouth?"  "Yeah."  Chris
went silent and his eyes glanced down to his feet walking the road.  "You
were sleeping...  It's not like I expected anything to happen...  I was
about to smack you one to wake you up and then I remembered this stuff my
sister told me about that she's studying for her psychology class and some
crap I read in one of her smut novels...  And kind of put the two together.
You know, that thing about sticking a kids hand in warm water so he wets
the bed? And, it just kind of came to me and it happened.  I had no idea
anything like that would really work."  "Why'd you do that to me?!  You
were first to fall asleep.  You were facing me.  When Brad asked if you
were, I pointed at Billy because he was almost there anyway and I wouldn`t
do that to you or David!  I wouldn`t..."  "I fucked up.  I wasn't thinking.
I was showing off for the guys, I guess.  I really am sorry.  We all screw
with each other.  I just didn't think anything that funny would happen.  I
owe you...I know that was shitty and I wouldn't want some asshole messing
with me in my sleep.  I will never do anything like that again... I
promise, okay?"  I asked, as I put hand on my little buddies shoulder
forcing him to stop and look me in the eye.  "Chris, really, I didn't mean
for that to happen."  "Okay, I believe you.  I'm still mad at you."  With
that, it was my turn to stair at my shoes as I had noticed his eyes were
slightly watered and on the verge of tears.  I thought about what I did and
how he must feel being almost two years younger than us.  God, did I feel
like a jackass.  "Don't worry, revenge is sweet, asshole," he gave me in
his toughest voice a minute or two later.  I smiled at him and returned
with, "Sweet Asshole?"  He beamed a smile back and replied, "Fuck you."
"Fuck me?" and we both giggled.  David and I always played with Chris, when
he swore.  It was a game of never taking him seriously to get him to stop.
His parents would ground him, if he ever slipped up so, we mocked and
teased him when he did as he understood the teasing was of love for him.
He was a forgiving kid and wanted things to be normal again.  I loved this
about Chris.  "Hey, do you want to go up to Andy's ?"  Chris asked.  "Now?"
"Yeah, my Dad works on Saturday and mom is busy with the house...  I have
no chores because they made me do it all before I could go to David's.  So,
I have till like six....  Andy has a tree fort and some cool stuff!"
"Well, he's another saint isn't he?"  "What?"  "Well, he's always fighting
and pushing people around: just a dick...  Remember that crap a couple of
years ago?"  "You'll see when you get there, he's not so bad..."  "He's
like 14.  And, way bigger than you, why are you hanging with him?"  "Why do
I hang with you guys then?  He's cool."  "We could slip a boat in the water
or something."  "Look, you don't have to go... Be that way."  I thought
about this for a second, my 11 year old little buddy has a 14 year old
friend from his church and is, by omission, calling me a pussy for not
wanting to hangout with them.  This was not good for my neighborhood
credentials.  "Okay, I'll go but I need a shower," I said, as we came a
short distance from my house.  "How about we meet at your place in 45
minutes?"  "Okay but come to the barn we'll leave from there."  "You have a
point about your parents, if I can't even knock on your front door."  "I
just don't want her to know...  We have to sneak.  I don`t need the
hassle."  "Okay, Crisco Disco, see ya," I said, realizing how screwed up
his parents really were.  "Later, prick," he chirped as he started a nicely
paced jog with his bed roll bouncing off his back, as he ran toward the
bridge to cross the narrow bay.  Chris hated it when we called him Crisco
Disco.  I could never figure out which word was more offensive to him.  I
thought anything involving Disco had to be worse but who would like a
nickname that equated a person to lard substitute?  Boys are cruel.

There was a note on the kitchen counter my parents left behind.  They were
at my sisters softball tournament and the house was mine until they
returned in the evening.

I had to do my daily push up, sit up, crunch and squat work out.  Since it
was the week end, I went with a light load of 50 each.  My normal week day
routine was twice that with adding 50 on Wednesdays.  I also ran three
miles every other day.  I did this work out without consideration of the
pick up sports we played as a group.  Coach said that defensemen had to
have powerful legs and use their midsection to generate leverage to block
and maintain overall stamina to play well.  Since he played in the pros, if
he suggested a work out, I doubled it!  I was developing muscle tone and I
knew that by the end of this summer, I'd be even stronger because my dad
was buying me a weight set with bench for my birthday in two short months.
I couldn't wait for September to hit the ice!  My delusions of grandeur
were growing by the day.

As I worked out, I wished I could substitute Brad for Chris and hang out in
my bed for the rest of the day.  The whole regiment only took thirty
minutes, with the quick breaks.  I realized I was going to be late for
Chris but figured he'd get over it.

I skipped my conditioner jerk off during my shower.  I didn`t think I had
that kind of time and didn`t want to piss Chris off twice in one day.  I
figured a ten minute wait was long enough.  I felt creepy after being in
the presence of Billy for over half a day and doubled up the shampoo and
lathering of my normal shower.  I thought prevention of grease and the
potential of getting acne was worth the added time.  I believed acne was a
communicable disease!

As I showered, I thought about how crazy Chris's parents were for yelling
or grounding a kid for playing with other kids.  I thought I was a pretty
good kid, most of the time, just like all the other kids that went to their
crap church.  It was unfair that Chris had to be with another church member
to play with us.  When I thought about me and David being such close
friends our entire lives, there wasn't much difference between us in terms
of attitude, honesty, or any other traits.  Chris was around me anyway,
since me and David were inseparable.  It was like they came up with an
arbitrary rule, last year, just to hurt their son.  Adults are crazy, I
thought.

Then my mind slipped back a few years of time and I remembered when Andy
had chosen me as a punching bag.  He had pushed me around when David was
out of school sick.  Everyday, after most of the kids had cleared off the
bus, he would sneak back to my seat and wail on me.  I never screamed,
cried, or called out for the bus driver for fear that the situation would
become worse: if he got off at my stop, he'd kill me!  Chris was so small
there was nothing he could do but look on with fear.  A few days later,
David was back and when Andy came to take his pound of flesh, we jumped
him.  David sat two seats in front of me and waited for him to pass.  Then,
he grabbed him from behind, around the neck, in a choke hold using his
weight to pull Andy backward to the ground.  The impact with the bus isle
did nothing to cease David's hold.  I will never forget the anger in
David's eyes as he clenched down on Andy's neck with every bit of energy he
had in his ten year old body.  David had him pinned from behind which
exposed Andy's belly to my angry and furious kicks.  With the air knocked
out of him, we both punched and kicked him in the face and gut.  I gave him
a kick in the nuts, when the bus came to a stop for added punctuation.
Andy was bloody and gasping for breath when we were done.  He never laid a
finger on me or any of us again.

Mr. Nick, the bus driver, was so pissed I thought he was going to toss all
three of us over the bridge.  David and I were expelled from school for a
week.  When I thought of it, how we were forced to make up with hand shakes
and, how David wouldn't talk to Andy to this day, the idea of going up
there made me more and more uncomfortable.  I didn't hate Andy or fear him
anymore: it was kid stuff and even at almost 13, I knew that.  It was David
held onto the resentment more than I.  He would give me a ration of shit,
if he found out I went up there.  I didn`t want to let him down: ever.

I dried myself off and examined my junk.  This was becoming a morning
ritual lately.  I noticed that Jon, David, and now Brad had way more pubes
and bigger stuff than me.  I would be dousing my pubic mound ten times a
day, if Rogaine was around back then!  I couldn't wait for my dick to get
to full size as I had read in my sex education book I stole from the
library in the City.  I figured I should be at least 6" hard by the time I
turn 14, and I was 4" hard now...  I didn't like this waiting game!

I slipped on my favorite green, gym shorts, with an old, grey, tee shirt,
no socks, and some beat up Converse's that I used to roam the shore.  Gym
shorts were my standard wardrobe during the summer months.  They were
perfect because of the built in liner- no undies needed.  This meant they
doubled as a swim suit for a quick jump in the bay.  The added benefit was
quick access to the equipment, when required, for me and Jon to have a
little fun at a moments notice.

I was about to leave the house, when I remembered to brush my teeth and use
the Right Guard, roll on, my mom had bought me because she said I was
starting to stink like an adult.  I didn't know whether to be embarrassed
or proud to become more of a man.  This age was confusing at so many
levels.

A few minutes later, I hopped on my bike and headed for Chris's.  The day
had warmed into the high 70's and the water was flat and blue, I noticed,
as I approached the bridge.  Summer was finally upon us and I dreamed of
all the sailing, swimming and soccer that lay ahead of us.  I peddled like
a mad man over the bridge to gain steam to climb the hill at the other
side, then 200 yards down the road and I was at Chris's driveway.  I hopped
off the bike and walked down the drive which dropped back to the waters
edge.  The barn was really an oversized garden shed located halfway down
the gravel drive.  Since Chris's place was comprised of five or more acres,
riding mowers and crap to maintain the lawns, trees, and fields and were
stored in there.

Chris popped his head out the side window of the barn, "What did you ride
for?"  "You didn't say not to."  "We need to walk to take the sort cut or
we might get caught."  "Right, right, I fu..." in a millisecond, the look
on Chris's face told me that my life was in my hands, if "fuck" was
overheard by one of his family, let alone that I was here meeting him, life
would suck for him and me.  "...found a spot to dump the bikes," I
continued.  "Nah, lets just walk.  I don`t want to risk getting yelled at
by the old guy."  I continued to the barn door and dumped the bike inside.
Chris was right, there was no dumping or towing the bikes through the
woods, if we were caught trespassing.

We walked up the slight incline to the main road, then a few hundred yards,
and then up the old, dirt, road that was the short cut.  This route cut 5
miles from taking the paved roads and all the big hills that went with
those roads.  The problem was the short cut was an access road (an old
logging road) that was in dispute between a couple of land owner's and the
county.  All us kids knew was that the crazy, old, man at the top of the
hill would give us a ration of shit, if he caught us crossing "his land."
As luck had it, he wasn't home and we sailed past the several hundred feet
of road that crossed directly in front of his dilapidated house.  That
saved us from trudging through the thick undergrowth and blackberry bushes
that lined the road.

When we arrived, the first thing I noticed about Andy's place was the four
old, beater, Fords in the front drive and side of the house.  Chris told me
his Dad owned a garage somewhere and was always working on souping up 50's
and 60's cars.  Other than that, the house and everything about it seemed
normal for our rural environment: shake roof, two story, fresh grey paint,
mowed lawn with minimal landscape.  Chris knocked on the door a couple of
times with no answer.

"You moron, didn't you call first?"  "Shut up... He said he'd be here...
He told me at Thursday's youth group!" Chris almost shouted.  "Okay,
okay...  Sorry.  Like I said a while back, he's no saint."  "Well, maybe
his mom made him go somewhere."  Chris opened the front door and yelled,
"Anybody home!?"  A locked door was unlikely where we lived.  We wouldn't
dare go inside anyone's house without permission so Chris shut the door
with a frown on his face.  He poked his head inside and pretended to listen
for somebody...

" I guess your right, he`s a prick," Chris said, as he slammed the door
shut.  I just stood there thinking of other options to fill the day.  "Hey,
follow me."

Chris scampered toward the back of the house and then up some 2x4's nailed
to the side of a huge Maple.  I followed him to a platform that lead into a
small tree house.  This was obviously built by Andy a few years back from
crates and left over plywood stolen from a construction site.  It stood
about 4 foot high and was large enough for me and Chris but probably no
more.  This was due to all the crap packed into the fort: a 5 gallon bucket
filled with large pinecones (defensive ammunition), a few milk crates to
sit on, all kinds of camping equipment, and a locked mini trunk.  Chris
explained that sometimes they toss the stuff on the platform for more
space.  He showed me all the features: a door made from a burlap sack
framed with ¾ boards, a door bell (a string that extended to the ground
hooked to cow bell on the other side of the wall), a skylight made of a
translucent panel of plastic and indoor plumbing (a 2" pipe he referred to
as the "piss pipe" that ran out the back wall).

"You stick your dick in that?"  "Yeah" "And, Andy sticks his dick in that?"
"Yeah" "And you pee in there and it flies out the back and sprays all over
the place?"  "Yeah" Chris said breaking into a laugh as he watched my nose
crinkle up.  "Kind of sick, buddy," Chris just laughed some more and said,
"Whatever.  It's better than climbing down."

"Wait.  Look at these" Chris excitedly whispered, as he spun the
combination of the lock on the trunk.  He produced a couple of Hustler
magazines.  My heart stopped for a moment because this represented real sex
on a legendary level.  Gay or not, at 12, viewing this crap was a right of
passage for my generation.  Any kid that had his hands on porn was royalty
since gaining access to such material was practically impossible where we
lived.

He hopped on a milk crate and I did the same.  He scooted next to me so
that our bare legs were touching and spread the magazine between our
thighs.  My shorts were tented before Chris even had the cover open and I
quickly snapped my waistband open so my penis would adjust to its full
upright position against my stomach.  Chris giggled and did the same
maneuver so quickly I just got a glimpse of the head of his circumcised
cock as it bounced to his stomach beneath the waistband.

"See, I told you Andy has some cool stuff."  I nodded in response.  As my
little buddy turned to a page he knew by heart, there, in front of my eyes,
was a spread open vagina.  It was held open by what appeared to be a man's
fingers.  As he thumbed through we finally saw the ins and outs of sex.  At
the end of the pictorial, we saw oral sex in graphic detail.  I learned
that paying attention to a guys balls leading up to the suck might be fun
for the receiver, based on the facial expressions of the male model.

"Holy crap! How long have you guys had these?"  "He showed me them on
Thursday after youth group."  `Wow.  Where did he-" "His Dad has a stash in
the garage somewhere," Chris snapped in response.  A minute passed as we
kept our eyes on the content and thumbed more pages and he added, "Andy
said his Dad has to know these are missing but hasn't said anything...
Andy thinks he could steal the whole stash and his Dad wouldn't say a word
cuz he's afraid Andy will tell his Mom."  In retrospect, Andy's Dad was
probably afraid he'd have to talk to his son about sex.  I don't remember
any of my friends telling me about what their father's told them of sex.  I
don't think any of us had the "talk" from a parent.  We all fumbled our way
through it.

Chris continued to flip through the pages and my attention to the magazine
faded as the naked women went by.  I noticed the heat of his thigh against
mine and his smooth face again, as he paid more attention to the pages than
I.  We began to point out the features of some of the models.  Once in a
while his fingers would linger on my side of the magazine, within inches of
my hard dick.  I slid my left arm to the back of the milk crate, just
behind us, to prop myself up a bit.  When I did, Chris moved in closer so
that his right arm and shoulder were in contact with my chest.  This, along
his freshly washed scent was really getting me hot with the potential of
having sex but, I needed to be sure he was willing and wouldn't talk.  The
last thing I wanted was to loose my world.

We finally got to the male female pictorial in the second magazine.  I
started pointing out some of the guys equipment and how, "If mine were like
that I could have any girl" or "I wonder how big mine will get."  To these
comments, Chris would giggle and sometimes stare at the picture for a
moment longer.  At one picture of the girl sucking in the guys cock head,
Chris pointed to it and said, "This is the coolest.  Look at his face...  I
can't wait to have a girl do that to me!"  His hand then moved to his dick
and he rubbed it a few times before turning the page.  I just nodded my
head in agreement since the guy was engrossed in complete pleasure.  I
wanted to see Chris with that look!  I reached down and held my dick
through my gym shorts.  Chris looked at me and smiled.

We finished the second magazine and I had to ask, "Do you guys, do anything
while you look at these?"  "What do you mean?"  He was looking right at me
with a dead pan, inquisitive, expression.  I thought, "He's 11: he may not
know or flat out doesn't fool around."  Then he started laughing as I could
only imagine how my face appeared.  "You know, like show each other your
stuff... And stuff?" I said and softly punched his arm.

"I've seen his dick... It's kind of like the guys in the magazine but not
as big and not as much hair.  I beat off sometimes...  Andy said that`s
what guys do...  I`ve never done it with anybody...  That's queer.  When he
showed me these on, Thursday...  I think I beat off three times after I
went to bed!"

"Yeah.  Me too: I beat off tons," I said, being totally amazed at Chris's
candor so I returned some honesty.  I had to assess what he said.  The
queer statement lead me to believe he wasn't interested in even showing
boners.  We all pissed in front of each other, changed in locker rooms, and
stuff like that but, up close examination and manipulation of our junk was
something I had only done, as a little kid, with David and with Jon, as
real sex, just recently.

I was very aroused by his leg against mine, the magazines, and the
conversation: I had to get out of there.  My stomach was tight with the
feeling of buzzing excitement bouncing around in there.  This was making my
voice raise an octave and quiver.  It was becoming to much and I felt, if I
tried for Chris, I may loose a friend and everyone attached to his
friendship.  I had to go!

"Lets go...  I don't want Andy coming home and finding us up here going
through his shit."  "He won't care."  "I don't know, I don't want to piss
the guy off...  We don't exactly get along, sometimes, remember?"  "He
doesn't care about the fight!  That was a long time ago and he admitted
that he was a prick to you and all of us when we were little.  That's the
only reason we became friends...  That and our parents are friends now
because of church.  Where to then?  We should just hang out here.  He`ll be
back soon: I`m sure!"

"I still kind of don't like the guy.  Sorry dude.  David will be peaking
freaking, if he finds out I'm hanging with him.  My parents are
gone... Lets drop a boat in or go swimming or something.  Or, we could just
hang out at my place with no adults around.  At least there`s food!"

With that, Chris tossed the mags back in the chest, grabbed Cokes from
there, threw a dollar from his shoe in for payment and slammed the door
shut.  We climbed down the tree and walked into the sun.  The heat of the
sun hit us, as the temperature had escalated another 5 or 6 degrees, and we
pulled our shirts off instantly.  We took a minute to tie them around are
waists- something we had seen on TV.

Chris wore a cross of the size of a quarter that hung from a leather
necklace.  It never left his body as far, as I knew.  I loved how the cross
bounced and swayed as we started down the road.  I let him lead and perved
on the boyish hour glass shape of his slim torso merging with his hips.  I
came up to his shoulder and noticed his stomach was tight and those two
distinct stomach muscle columns that raise from a fit kids shorts and
disapear just below his rib cage.  I couldn't believe I had missed this
kid's body all this time: Chris is hot!

We both froze, when we saw the old man sitting at his front porch reading
the news paper.  We both quickly and quietly walked back up to Andy's
without him noticing us.

"He caught me and he knows our phone number and my Dad will ground me for
life if that guy calls!"  "You gave him your number?"  "NO dumb dumb...
Andy's mom did!"  "Let's try to cut around and through the old field."
"I've never done that...  The woods are...  I get lost sometimes.  Lets
just go through the blackberries or wait for Andy."

After I convinced him it was the field or spend the rest of the afternoon
walking the added five miles of roads back because there was no way I was
getting cut up trudging through a blackberry thicket, we were off to the
improvised shortcut.  We hopped Andy's backyard fence and walked into the
thick fir and maple tree forest.  The afternoon sun was just low enough so
I kept the sun at our faces for ten minutes of the hike and then we
switched directions so that the sun was at my left shoulder.  When your
dodging trees and brush, this is a harder task than it sounds.  Who said
kids learn nothing from Cub Scouts!?

During our walk, Chris couldn't stop talking about the magazines: pussy
this and that, would you do this or that and so on.  To all of his
questions I would answer yes.  As far as Chris knew, I'd do anything in the
sack!

I stopped beside a tree and whipped out my dick for a pee.  Chris came up
beside me and stared at my cock for a second before lowering the front of
his shorts.  He was hairless, circumcised, a few inches soft, and the olive
tone of his skin was slightly darker on his dick. It also occurred to me
that there was no tan line!  "Very cool" I thought to myself.  I wanted to
see more as he shook off and tucked himself back in his gym shorts.  I
followed suit as we turned to continue the journey.

"You have hair," Chris stated as a matter of fact.  "Yup, started growing
just after I turned 12.... that answers the next question, pervert?"  Chris
giggled.  "I can't wait to get some of that and get a dick like those guys
in the mag."  "Me to, I wish things would just grow over night...  It's
weird how some kids have hair and stuff when their like your age...  Or,
girls that have tits when their 12 and others don't until their 16....  God
has a sense of humor, I guess."  "Have you seen David?  He's huge and
hairy!"  "Yeah...  And he's only a couple of months older than me.  But,
then there's the kid Todd, on the team, he's six months older than me and
doesn't have a pube and his dick is this tiny macaroni of a thing!"  Chris
laughed at my observation.  "I just want to have sex.  I want to feel it."
I nodded in agreement and could not believe how honest and trusting Chris
was to speak of this taboo subject with me.

We came to the edge of the woods where the fir trees gave way to scotch
broom bushes that were thick and at least six foot tall.  The nice thing
about these aggressive weeds is that there are no thorns and they always
offered clear space at the base.  Small kids crawl through these thickets
with ease.  For us, there would be some slapping of limbs but nothing
painful.

We took long drinks from one of the Coke bottles and passed it between us
until it was emptied.  Only boys will drink hot pop!  We completive belched
at each other during the process which I loved to do with Chris.  He always
quoted some Bible verse or something inappropriate as he belched.  We then
tossed our shirts on, dove into the brush and Chris lead the way through
the broom.  I watched his ass maneuver through the thicket as I followed
his lead.  The shorts of the day were very short and the nylon was a
stiffer fabric such that, if a kid sat Indian style, all was revealed via
the leg holes.  During the crawl, I was more interested in his thigh
muscles and ass working through the brush than my footing or our actual
destination.

He bailed into the tall unkempt grass of the field at the other side.  And,
I did the same right next to him: both of us on our backs panting from the
exertion of the crawl.  "That was fun!" Chris said after we regained our
breaths.  We both ripped our shirts off to take a breather in the sun.
After I regained my breath, I stood up to survey our landing spot.  The
road was at least a 100 yards away.  Chris noticed and stood up next to me.
We were amazed that we were so close to home with such a short hike.  The
route was even faster than the shortcut!

A girl emerged in the distance just up the road and then another from the
opposite direction.  We hushed each other and went into spy mode: crouching
down in the three foot tall grass.  A few minutes of the two walking to
close the distance and they met.  We recognized them from school yet
neither of us knew their names since they were three or four years older.
The only audible sound that we could hear was high pitched girly screams of
laughter as they walked along together headed down somebody's driveway.

We both said in unison, "Nobody can see us from the road!"  "And, nobody
can hear us, if we just talk normally," I said.  "This is so cool!" Chris
said.  I think he felt as I did: that we were so exposed due to the huge 20
acre field yet, very much hidden to the world by simply crouching down.  We
were hidden in the open!  A voyeur's paradise.

"Let's pat down some more grass and just hang out for a while." Chris
nodded and within minutes we had a spot large enough for three or four kids
in the tall grass.  Chris looked at his digital watch, "It's three thirty."
I nodded my head and fell back on the matted grass, stretched out and
folded my arms behind my head to stare up at the few puffy clouds in the
sky...  Chris followed my lead.  "You're tan" Chris observed.  "Yeah, me
and Jon sail all the time...  We don't even need lotion anymore."  I pulled
the front of my shorts down just shy of my pubes so Chris could see the
contrast.  "Wow...  Cool.  I noticed that when you were pissing." I watched
his face as he pondered the tan line.  His eyes stayed on my crotch as my
shorts snapped back.  "I'm not as tan as I can get," he giggled as he
pulled his shorts down to the base of his junk- one upping me I thought.
"I wish I had your skin... Always tan and nice," I observed.  "Sometimes,
people treat me weird," Chris said as he snapped his shorts back in place.
"Yeah, we know.  The rest of us don't care.  Your cool and nuts."  Chris
smiled at this.  David and I always defended him.  I think Chris only
witnessed half the scraps we got into over kids picking on him.  When we
were younger, we'd beat the hell out of any kid that threatened Chris in
any way and it made no difference to David, Billy, Collin and me, if the
kid was older.  In our kid world, word spread that he was hands off with no
words of hurt or a pack of kids would kick ass in his defense without
regard of winning or loosing a fight.  I always wondered if Andy wasn't
picking on me that week to break us down and get to Chris.  Back then, Andy
hated Chris as did most of the kids.  There was an unspoken racist
undertone to the white, bread, community we lived.  Chris was the only kid
of color we knew.  And, he was tan!  I could only wonder what would have
gone through if he were black, Asian, Native, or some shade of being too
white!  Kids mirror their parents attitude, and that is sad.

We settled to our sides: propped our heads up with our arms as pillows.  We
were only a foot apart so his face had my total attention as we spoke.

"Do you think Brad really kissed and did all that stuff with Kerry like he
said?" Chris asked.  "Yeah, and I know he's done more with her...  I heard
some stuff from Julie about them...  He wasn't joking: they make out all
the time and he's even had her beat him off."  "No waaaayyyy!"  "Way,
dude...  Way.  I`m telling you because I heard it from Julie.  And, if
she's talking, then all the girls know anyway.  Just don`t spread this
around, okay...  I spill some stuff for fun when I know the other person
really wants it out...  Know what I mean?"  "Yeah, yeah.  And, Kerry would
kick me in the nuts, if she found out it was me that talked.  Do you think
he got her to suck him or go all the way like the mag?"  I shrugged my
shoulder.  "I bet he'll be the fist of us to fuck...  His family is loaded
and, lets face it, he's better looking than us."  "I can`t wait to fuck!"
Chris hissed, and turned to prop himself on an elbow and gyrate his hips in
the air.  I had to laugh and then realized this was opportunity! So, I
turned and did the same thing.  "Me either pervert!" I sang.  He plopped
his ass to the ground and excitedly asked, "Did you do that kind of stuff
with Julie?"  "I wish...  Just kissed and felt her ass was all."  "I..I,
never done anything," He confided.  I kind of felt his pain because of his
crap parents and that stupid hypocritical religion of his.  He probably
would never have sex until he was 40 or something: not that sex was a
possibility for most kids.  But, the culture of boys, where I grew up, was
to at least have kissed or done something with a girl by 13...  Or, at
least lie about it which Chris was not capable of doing.  "Well, you don't
get out much- that's not your fault," I said as I softly punched his
shoulder.  He was silent for a second or two.  "Did she let you kiss her a
lot or just once?"  "Well... To be honest, it was a year ago and she kissed
me not the other way around...  and I never really felt her up... I just
patted her butt and she got pissed."  Chris started giggling I guessed at
relief of his predicament.  "Was it a kiss like the magazine or like
kissing your mom?" he asked in mid giggle.  "The magazine and it's not
funny...  At least I did something with a girl."  Chris was smiling at me
with his new knowledge of my embellishment.  "Do you like her?"  "Yeah...
What about you?  Are you chasing anyone to get some?"  "I like Rebecca from
Church but I like Kelly from school.  God, I wish I could get into one of
their pants... To fuck...  God, when?"  He said with an exaggerated groan
and fell backward in the grass.  "My Lord.  Son, you have high standards!
I would have put you with Millie!"  With me placing him with an ugly 3rd
grader, who smelled like piss, Chris jumped on top of me: going for some
crazy wrestling hold he must have seen on TV.  We struggled for a few
minutes and I decided to let him have his glory.  He had a leg, one arm and
my neck cradled between his arms with his hands clasped together.  A very
nice pin move.  "Okay...  joking...  Let me go!"  He released the hold and
in the process sat himself with his legs folded under him at my mid section
looking at my torso as I gasped for breath.  "If you were a girl, I'd jump
your bones...  This is the perfect spot to bring a girl," Chris stated in a
melancholy voice...  He was very worked up with the conversation, the
stories of last night, the magazines, and now this physical contact.  His
newly elevated hormone levels, curiosity and knowledge were in full control
of his mind, that much I knew because I was in the same boat.  I decided to
tease him a bit.  "If you were a girl, I'd do this," I responded by quickly
pushing him over on his back as I grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms
back over his head as my body pressed his to the ground.  His legs had
parted from the collision and my hips were between them.  Through the thin
nylon of our shorts, I could feel his erection lined up beside mine.  I
gave him a couple of in out movements with my hips rubbing our cocks side
by side and whispered in his ear, "I'd fuck you silly."

"Oh yeah, give it to me Jonny" Chris giggled out between laughing.  I put
my full weight on him.  The feeling was warmth of body and sprit as we came
together and was more stimulating than my thrusts.  The skin of our chests
bonded in our sweat and his labored breath brushed my neck as I increased
the pace of my dry humping.

I released his hands and grabbed his shoulders to give him some hard
thrusts.  His laughter increased with my game of dry humping and his arms
wrapped around my back as he moaned in his best woman voice.  I nuzzled
into his neck and smelled his scent.  He was heating up as fast as I and
his fragrance had lost the soapy smell that I notice in the fort and took
on a musk of the beginning of puberty.  I lightly kissed his neck, as a
joke not passion, by giving a smooch sound at the end.

"Perv!" he giggled.  He gave me a nudge and I willingly rolled on my back
laughing my head off.

"If you were a girl," I was shocked that this new game was continuing! "I'd
feel your tits like this."  He straddled my stomach and sat just above the
head of my erect penis.  His hands went to my chest and caressed around my
nipples, which really didn't do anything for me, but was welcome, fun,
physical contact.

I smiled at him and reached for his hips, "OHHHH, yes Chris.  Do me like
the magazine."  He moved his butt back so that the head of my dick was
beneath his ass and he rocked his hips.  My eyes focused on his stomach
muscles bouncing around like a belly dancer's.  His weight, gyration and
the visual of his torso going wild on top of my dick had it's affect.  All
thoughts of guilt or consequence left my mind.

"Wait... Wait." I whispered to him and pulled up on his hips lightly.
Chris slid off me and laid on his side next to me.  His breath was breezing
by my face as he looked me in the eye.  My lust was now in full control of
every part of me like it had been with Jon the very first time I sucked his
cock.

"You know, we can do some stuff from the mag, if you never tell." I said,
as I realized my voice was horse from the workout and excitement.  "Yeah?"
"I want to know what some of that stuff feels like," I said, "I will never
tell, if we mess around some."  Silence, as he stared into my eyes.  Like
the bone head I was, I should have just kissed him and went for it.  He was
geared up from the stimulation, was absolutely ready for anything, and I
had to open my mouth.  I could see his wheels were spinning at high speed
inside his head.  "What do you mean?"  "What Kerry did to Brad...  Maybe...
Or, some of the stuff in the mag...  you know?"  "Are you queer?"  "No...
No, man...  I'm just worked up...  When you... You know?"  Silence.  I
could see his heart beating in his chest and his breathing was still
strong, as was mine, from what was of the beginnings of sexual excitement
but, now was quickly turning to fear for both of us.  I had to open my
mouth and ruin this.  "I'm no fag," he said with conviction.  "Me either...
Just two guys playing for fun.  Nothing more, I promise!" I said.  I knew
some panic was in my voice.  My answer is burned in my brain: Chris had
removed his gym shorts in a millisecond.  I was staring at a hairless pubic
mound with a fully erect, circumcised, three and a half inch penis with a
huge set of balls compared to his shaft length. His equipment was slightly
darker than his olive skin and the head was slender compared to mine.  I
reached over and said, "This is what Brad felt," as I started to rub his
cock with the palm of my hand against his stomach.

Chris closed his eyes and his breathing became more rapid, as I stroked
him.  I wrapped three fingers around his cock shaft, not touching the head,
and masturbated him.  He let out a whimper and then added, "Oh my God," as
I stroked him.  The remaining foreskin was long enough to roll across the
ridge of his helmet on the up stroke.  I loved how his hard his shaft felt
as his elastic skin stretched up and down with each stroke.  The pounding
of my motions caused his balls to jiggle as I worked him up and down.  His
hips started moving in circular motions as he pumped against my motion and
he started to only breath from his mouth with whimpers and gasps that
turned to pants with every breath.  He started jerking his hips as his
balls tightened and then his legs twitched and his toes curl as his feet
flexed forward.  His butt left the ground.  His nose and forehead scrunched
up as he let out a yelp and came.  His cum was clear and dribbled out after
an initial shot that landed on his left shoulder and strung down to his
nipple.

His eyes were still closed as I looked down on him.  I quickly took the
opportunity to licked the bit that had dribbled onto my thumb.  It wasn't
as sweet as pre-cum.  It was slightly thicker consistency and salty.  I
grabbed my tee shirt and began wiping up the cum from his chest and penis.
His eyes opened to look at what I was doing.  As I wiped, the flavor of his
cum was all I could think of...  It reminded me of giving Jon that first
blow job just three months ago.  So sweet from the thick stuff we both make
now and I reasoned this must be the taste of the first time with anyone.
Little did I know, at the time, it was all about maturity.

" See, nothing but you and me," I said, as Chris broke into his white
toothed smile.  "That was...  I never...  that was cool!"  "Yup."  "Julie
ever do that to you..."  "Not her but I did it once with somebody else."
"If Julie didn't then who?  You and Jon... or David?"  Chris said with
astonishment.  "Screw you, Jon and David aren't fags and we don't play like
this...  It's never come up like this...  And, she did that to me and
more," I lied.  "Bull... Julie's the only girl you know!  Who`d do that to
you, if not Jon?  You just did it to me!  That means you know how to do it
to a guy."  Chris was incredibly bright.  "If you haven't noticed, I happen
to have a dick and know how it works, moron.  Look, I won't say a word
about this...  I know you won't either...  Do you expect me to name names?
I will never get any again, if I tell.  You guys know about me and Julie so
there`s no news there...  If I told you, you'd never believe me anyway...
Get serious.  What we`re doing here is between us and only us!"  I said, as
I pulled a blade of grass from the ground to tare up as an act of visual
frustration for his benefit.  I was not expecting an interrogation, after
the fun we just had.  "I won't tell... You never will tell about anything
you do with anybody, will you?"  Chris asked.  "No way, not to you or
anyone...  I wouldn't let go. You're one of my closest friends...  I hope I
didn't just fuck it up."  "No," Chris said leaving his propped up stands to
land on his back in the grass.  I fell backward to lay beside him.  "Are
you a fag?"  Chris asked again.  "No...  Just don't worry about
that... Okay?  We are the men we are...  I just wanted some fun and thought
what the hell: Chris is my friend, we could have some fun, and keep it a
secret," I admitted in monotone.  "I might be," Chris whispered.  Now, my
mind was spinning.  He is very smart and might be going for an Academy
Award that could land me in hot water.  I was not willing to give myself
up.  "Dude, what's your deal?  We're having some fun because there are no
girls around...  The magazine put me over the edge and you to!  I just
wanted some fun and games.  And, if you are, you know, I don't fucking
care.  I will be the only one that knows.  I will never tell anybody about
that or anything we`ve done.  I would never fuck us both over!"  Chris
thought about it for a few seconds and said, "Do you want to do some mag
stuff?  I mean...  That was fun what we just did..  Do you still want to
get some?"

I sat in silence for a second knowing that I had the upper hand once again
on my little buddy.  I slid my shorts off and tossed them in the air.  They
fell on his chest.  Chris was smiling again looking down at my hard cock
bouncing an inch or two off my stomach with my heart beat.

He brought his hand down to it, his fingers shot into my pubic hair and he
rubbed around in them for a while and then cupped my balls.  "Cool," he
said and I leaned in to him, nose to nose, and bent my neck to kiss him
with a closed mouth.  I pulled back, tilted my head and kissed him again
lightly sucking in his lower lip.  His mouth parted on instinct, I imagine,
and I suckled his lower lip for a few seconds before I barely slipped my
tongue in to be met by clinched teeth.  He got the idea and parted his
teeth as I flicked the tip of his tongue.  He returned the gesture.  And,
soon we were open mouth kissing for real.

His hand was fondling my junk and would return to my pubes.  We parted the
kiss and I said, "Now you know what Brad feels when he kisses Kerry."

As he left my lips, Chris had brought his hand from my package to his nose
to smell my fragrance.  "Wow," he whispered and leaned in to kiss me in the
exact way I had a second ago.  This time we both went for each others
equipment.  I was surprised how large his balls were for such a small kid.
They were hanging loose in his sack since he had some relief a few minutes
ago.  I loved the smoothness and light skin that attached to his hairless
pubic mound.  I moved my hand and grabbed the entire base of his equipment
from the top as his penis rested upright in my hand.  I could feel his
heart beat through his shaft slapping the palm of my hand.  My thumb and
index finger felt his balls start to tighten against his body.  We broke
the kiss and I pushed his shoulders back on the grass.  I kissed his neck
and he giggled and scrunched his chin...  I knew the feeling and giggled
with him as I moved to the center of his chest.  I kissed my way to his
left nipple and licked and suckled him lightly.  It was so cool to feel his
heart beat below my lips: to be this close emotionally and physically made
my heart race.

Chris started to laugh as I flicked by tongue at his nipple, "What are
you... Doooing?

I ignored him and jumped over the top of him on all fours with my legs
inside his.  Our penis were lined up and I lowered myself for an old
fashioned sword fight duel.  He gyrated his hips to slap me back and we
both laughed as we slapped around for a minute or two.  I then lowered
myself to him and ground against him with little pressure as I supported my
weight on my elbows and knees.  Our balls slapped together as the electric
movement of orgasm was in the infancy of building within me.  I locked my
lips to his again and he was now a pro of tongue dueling.

I pulled from him and he laughed and suck his tongue out at me.  I lowered
my head so that we could touch tongue tip to tip.  Then, I gave a slight
downward motion and we had out tongues pressed together against out lower
lips.  It was the weirdest kiss I had experienced in my life but so damned
exciting.  He swung his head to one side and kept his mouth wide open and I
did the same.  We super, open mouthed, tongue dueled for a couple of
minutes.

As he kissed me deeply, he wrapped my hips with his legs and grabbed my
shoulders in a bear hug.  His pre-orgasm, circular, hip, gyrations began to
increase in speed and frustration.  I was so close to orgasm as well but, I
wanted more than this.  He ended the kiss and cocked his head into my
shoulder as he pounded away from below me.  His breath was so heavy in my
ear and he began to moan.  He was at the cusp and I broke away from him by
untangling his grasp around my shoulders and sitting up.  A string of
pre-cum broke connection to his stomach from my penis.  I couldn't believe
I had leaked like that so early into orgasm.

We both panted and Chris asked, "Did you shoot?" as he felt the slime dab
on his stomach.  "It feels like you did," he said rubbing my seed between
his thumb and index finger.

"No dude, not even close...  That stuff just happens when I get super sexed
up."  Chris looked at me with a puzzled expression but I didn't care and
wasn't going to explain.  He was smart and would figure it out, I reasoned.
Then I stated, "We kissed, felt each other up, played with the tits we
have, so now it's time for the real fun... just like the magazine."  I
reached over behind Chris's head and gave him a soft nudge aimed at my
cock.

"No way dude...  I didn't mean that."  "Chris, what the fuck?  It's no big
deal.  Why do you think they show that shit in the mag?"  "You first,"
"Fuck no," I giggled, "I've done all the heavy lifting till now.  It`s your
turn."  He was so close to shooting, I knew he wouldn't hold out much
longer especially with the prospect of having his dick sucked.  "You'd do
that to me?"  "Only if you do me."  "Ever done it?"  "Nope, but you do me
I'll do you...  Promise!"  I said, as I lied about the favors me and Jon
had going.  "What do I do?"  "Dummy, what she did in the mag... Come on, if
you don't like it just stop.  We can go home...  Nothing changes.  We're
just having some fun...  remember?"  He sat up and cradled his knees in his
arms, as he looked down at my penis bobbing with my escalated heart beat.
I took the initiative and got on my knees, shuffled to him with my penis
swaying with the motion, and lightly reached for the sides of his head.  He
looked up at me and I leaned in to plant another kiss on his lips.  I broke
the kiss and lightly nudged his head at my junk.

This time Chris reached up and removed my hands from his head as he
unseated himself and kneeled with me.  He wrapped his arms around my chest
and hugged.  I realized that somebody at the road may see the top of my
head and fell backward with Chris following right on top of me.  We
untangled and Chris ended up with his hands on my hips staring down at my
throbbing cock.  I unfolded my legs as Chris stayed between them, on his
knees.  He looked me in the eye and I knew he would.

He bent forward with parted lips and took the very tip in his mouth.  The
heat of him was immediate and the wetness of his mouth seemed to slither
its way around my crown in slow motion but I knew it was in a second.  I
had learned that the stimulation of sex always seems slow at first and then
becomes a blur of tension, frustration, love, and intense drugged pleasure.
His tongue flicked at the slit a couple of times.  I felt the familiar
tingle of pre-cum shoot its way up and out the tip of my penis. He looked
up at me with excited eyes and knew exactly what he was tasting: the honey
of male sex.

He pulled off and said, " This isn't bad."  "What's it taste like?"  "I'm
not telling...  You`ll see!"  he said with a smile and bent forward to
resume.  He took the head in and sucked hard and as he did, his teeth
ground onto my shaft between my foreskin and crown.  "Chris, Chris," I
said, in fright more than pain, as he raised his head.  "Remember the mag?
Do this with your lips," I demonstrated how to wrap teeth with lips, "Or,
just watch your chops!"

He resumed with curled lips and cognition of what it must have felt like to
have teeth biting his cock.  He was better at this than I could have
imagined.  He wrapped his tongue around my shaft at the merge of my glands
and massaged me with the slightly rough texture of his tongue.  He then
pushed against the shaft with his tongue which rubbed the top of my crown
against his pallet. With this, my hips began their motor action.  His
suction was erratic and his breath heavy due to his excitement.  His
nostrils flared with his breathing and I could see my pubes move with his
heavy exhale.  Once in a while, between breaths, he would slurp with a hard
suck which brought so much more pleasure for me, to hear his enthusiasm!

I had to grab the back of his head due to the pleasure he delivered.  I
didn't want to ram him the way that me and Jon did to each other.  I wanted
him to be in control or stop, if he wanted.  I stared to thrust faster as
the orgasmic electricity built in my gut.  I thought of what he was
thinking, feeling, tasting, and more so that this was his first time with
anyone, as my pleasure built.  My hips moved with rhythm that caused me to
loose all consciousness of the world.  The tingling in my stomach was
joined by sensations that came all the way from my toes and up my legs.
The current met at the base of my cock and caused my toes to curl as my
hips shot forward with the tension of the first shot.

I pulled my hands from the top of his head to his cheeks and pulled him off
in time for a shot of cum to squirt past his face and hit me on my left
clavicle and two or three more spurt that pelted my chest and then stomach
as the stress subsided.  The shock of the orgasm short circuited my brain
as I lay in the grass with my eyes closed listening to my heart pound away
inside my body.

" Holy cow...  It's all white!" I heard Chris whisper.

I was breathing so hard I couldn't reply to him.  As I came down from the
ultimate high, he grabbed my shirt and cleaned me as I had done to him
earlier.  He wiped me with wonder and wide eyes.  Probably because he
noticed the thickness and quantity compared to his watery load.  After he
cleaned me, he brought the shirt to his nose.  "Bleachy," he said as his
nose crinkled over the wetness he had wiped from me.

"Yeah, your's will look and smell like that, in a few months, I bet."
"Really."  I crossed my eyes and in my best retard voice said, "No Duh,
Doofus!"  as I slapped my chest with spastic arm flails.

Chris smiled down at me.  I propped myself up, as I was still breathing a
little heavy.  We faced each other and I asked him, "That was incredible...
And, you didn't mind it?"

He shook his head no.  He could be a source of more fun than Jon: Chris
kisses and cuddles while Jon would rarely do more than hug before or after
oral.  I craved the physical contact of the simple stuff that is sex.  The
only problem for me was that he wasn't as pretty as Jon.  And, I reasoned
that there was much truth to my statement about two guys worked up and just
having fun.  At least for today, Chris had become my buddy with benefits.

I lightly nudged him and he fell to his back with that white smile and
shining eyes.  I placed my hands on either side him to hover over him
before leaning in to kiss his neck again.  This time there was no giggling
even as I tongued his nipples and moved lower to his belly button.  His
breathing was labored with anticipation.  I could not deny him and shot
directly to his penis.  The taste of him was almost overwhelming to me: the
remaining dried cum from the hand job and natural salts of his skin.  The
flavor lasted for a few moments, then faded to that of just sucking a
thumb.


I circled his crown a few times, gave him a little treatment as he gave me,
pulled off and sucked in the foreskin below the intersection of his glands.
He had more loose skin here and it was fun to suck this in and run my
tongue along the shaft.  Remembering the magazine, I slid the tip of my
tongue around the base of where his scrotum met his body and then sucked
his balls: paying attention to one at a time.  His scrotum retracted from
this stimulation.  I was again, overwhelmed by the smoothness and taste of
this area.

Then I took only the head of his penis back in my mouth to circle it with
my tongue a few times.  Chris began to whimper as I slowly slid down to the
root of his cock where my chin rested on his balls.  It was so smooth where
my lips met his pubic mound.  I started a fast up down pace as I increased
suction.  Soon, those familiar hip movement of his returned.  I felt his
balls and they were tight to his body.  Chris's hands gripped the back of
my head and neck.  Soon, he struggled to pull me off as I had done for him
but, there was no way I was letting any of him escape.  He moaned, a bit
too loudly for where we were, as I felt the throbbing start in his
penis. He crunched his stomach causing his butt to leave the ground as his
orgasm hit full stride.  Four distinct pulses were felt moving through him
with the reward of his sweet, watery, cum landing at the back of my throat.
I swallowed every drop as Chris's hands grabbed my ears to pull me off in
futility.

I pulled off only after a few sucks to capture the remaining juice: none of
him would escape me.  As I raised myself from him, Chris's eyes were closed
as my gaze went from his face back down to his cock which was still rock
hard as only boys can maintain at that age.  I settled myself beside him,
on my side, as his chest heaved with his recovery, I placed my hand over
his heart to feel it beat and then fidgeted with the cross that remained on
his chest through everything we had done.  We stayed in this position for
some time.

"What we've done and what I said before...  I think I am."  Chris stated,
after he came down from his high.  "What?"  "I like what we did.  I like
you, I always have.  Like this...  What we did- I think I like boys.  I
think I`m a fag," Chris whispered the last part of his admission.  "I do
to...  But, maybe both...  I don't know."  "You do?" Chris asked.  "I like
you and what we did," I stated and we were silent for a while.  "I still
want to fuck a girl," Chris added.  "No shit, Me too," in my case this was
more of a lie.  I was curious as most kids are about sex of any kind but, I
was always attracted to boys.  For me, it was more about the unknown
feeling of a girl's vagina rather than a need or desire to be with a girl.

He rolled to his side to face me and lightly pushed me over on my back.
This time, he mounted me with our cocks lined up and balls together.  His
silver cross swayed back and forth as he rubbed himself on me for a few
seconds.  Then he just fell to my chest and we held each other for a few
minutes, just taking in the comfort or our bodies.  I hadn't noticed until
I stroked his back, all of the dried grass and seeds stuck to him and,
probably me for that matter, as a result of our work causing us to sweat
and soak up some debris.  As we lay there, I picked some of the stuff off
his back.

He skooched up to kiss me lightly on the lips and then went to a tongue
duel.  His cross bounced around my neck and chin giving me some odd
sensations.  I became hyper excited when I realized he could taste his cum,
at least I hoped.  I grabbed his ass: with a cheek in each hand I felt his
muscles work as he gave me a few thrusts for fun.

We released our embrace and I went ahead and said it, "I want to do this
some more.  Do you want to have more of this sometime?"

His answer was a strong hug and a kiss on my cheek with, "Are you nuts, I'd
do this every day, if I could!  You and David are my only real friends.
But...  I like you different... like this.  You know?"

With that, I had completely fallen for my little buddy.  We rolled around
in the grass for a while enjoying the freedom of being nude in the wide
open space, sharing our experience, comparing our junk, and spoke of what
and why we liked each others bodies and personalities.  It turned out, he
was way more observant of others than I ever dreamed.  He had me pegged in
most areas of my stupid life.  He had all of my friends, parents and others
figured out, as well.  Even explaining stuff I had never picked up on.  He
even said he thought Jon had a crush on me... So, I figured he must know
that I was in love with Jon and lusted for Brad.  I wasn't going to admit
my lusts and loves to him yet.  We needed more from one another before I
could spill my life to him.  And, I think he felt the same way.

His digital watch alarm beeped and Chris's eyes went to panic and then
shrank to sadness.  "It's 5:15.  We better go.  My Dad will be home a
little before six."

I grabbed the last Coke and we passed it between us.  Chris poured some on
his dick and gave me a smile.

"Your going home sticky!"  "Come on...  Please!"  So, I went down on him
only to slurp the soda off.  I left him with his hard on.  "We have to go.
The last thing we need is to piss your Dad off," I told him.  Chris grabbed
his cock, stroked it a couple of times and then nodded his head realizing I
was right.  We drank the last of the Coke but this time, we didn't do our
belching duel.

We grabbed our shorts and shoes to pull on but remained shirtless.  There
was no way I cold wear mine now!  We walked over to the drive a few hundred
feet away and pushed our way through some birch trees and brush.  In the
field drive, we brushed the grass, seeds, and bits of the field off our
bodies and out of our hair.  It was only then that the itch of the debris
set in on us.  We complained and vowed that we'd hide a blanket for next
time or forget that location all together.

We walked the short distance to his driveway, we spoke of not allowing
anyone to know what we did or will do with each other.  The consequence of
loosing our friends, and what our school mates would do, if they knew, was
so frightening to us.  It was universal knowledge, in our age group, what
queens, queers, fags, fairies, Mary's, Nancy's and gays were.  We both knew
from the one kid, who was perceived to be gay, what would happened to us.
We agreed that we liked the stuff we were doing but, there was no way
either of us were like those fags.  We didn't act feminine and we said we
wanted to fuck girls: we`d screw a bitch, if given the opportunity! But,
deep down, I knew it was a lie for me and the way that Chris spoke in the
field, I knew it was probably a lie for him as well: we just needed the
lie.

At this young age, life is an endless series of decisions, mistakes, and
opportunities all of which seem to have solutions and forgiveness due to
youth.  For me at almost 13, the possibility and logic of a wife and kids
seemed like a separate component to my sexual desire.  Something that, I
figured, I would learn to love and obtain latter in life.  More like the
life was a grocery store check list rather than the randomness of people,
places, things and time.  So I kept telling myself ,"I like boys but
someday I will have a girl so I can have a family."

Somehow, between pleasing my family, the church, and school my confusion
told me it was possible to have both. The school and church always taught
in terms of the "American family dynamic": Dad, Mom, and kids.

But, most of my confusion was brought by my Dad.  He would absolutely
freak, if his name was not passed along.  He made this very clear to me
with all of his references to grandchildren, the honor of our family name,
and how we were the last of the line due to the war wiping out his family
in Europe.  He was clear that this burden was mine and my brothers to pass
along.  Talk about pressure!  All of that stress before I even had even
sprouted a hair above my cock!  To me, at an early age, having a woman and
making babies was paramount to my family dynamic.

My ideas of how relationships worked was a complete nightmare.  Keep in
mind, this was before I knew anything of a gay community, the possibility
of gay parents, or surrogates to carry on the gene pool.  These things were
not known to anyone of my generation: this was the late 70's in middle
class suburbia!

My sexual desire for girls was very limited.  Like any kid, I would bone up
with even the hint of sex but, I couldn't see that Julie, and a few other
girls, where throwing them selves at me (even if it was just preteen
boyfriend/ girlfriend nonsense).  David or Jon would comment on something
the girls had said or body language they noticed from a girl and I had
totally missed those queues.  I was a bone head with girls.  And, when I
dreamed of sex, it was always dreams of Jon or Brad mounting me in
missionary position, even though I didn`t have a vagina.  I always dreamed
of Jon or Brad fucking me.  Anal sex was something I never considered, so
these dreams just confused the shit out of me.  A dream that included a
girl always included a boy somewhere in the same scene.

Further, I knew that I would take a handsome boy over any girl.  But, put a
tubby, acne infested, slob of a boy in front of me, odds are I'd plant my
dick in the girl.  My sex identity became very defined by the time I was
16: if given the same option, I'd probably walk away from both.  At such
young ages, at least for me, sex was a moving target since all I wanted was
to get off.  I'd stick my dick in anything human with a heart beat, if it
felt good!  It was like I had a checklist of stuff I wanted to do with my
cock rather than desire or love.  I think most kids of both genders are
like this for a few years of their early teens.  I think we all know what
we desire but there is a piece of us that captures the curiosity of a cat.

We approached the barn and walked in to beat the heat.  Chris asked if I
would go to church with him in the morning.  The thought of hanging with
those crack pots was not appealing.  He explained that his parents would
probably accept me more, if I did.  So, we agreed, if he could talk his
into doing the same and we'd switch off to make both sets of parents happy.
I had my doubt it would work for his parents but, if it meant the
possibility of sleepovers and visits without anyone else around, I was for
it!

As I pulled my bike upright in the barn, his Dad's big, black, Lincoln
pulled into the drive and we stepped out of the barn to meet him.  The
electric motor pulled the window down and Chris's Dad was warm and friendly
as he spoke but I knew, from Chris, what a prick he was behind closed
doors.  "Hey there Jon!  Nice to see you."

"Hi," I returned.

"I met Jon on the way to Andy's.  He went up there with me but Andy wasn't
home so we walked back together."  Chris excitedly asked, "Can he go to
Church with us?  He said he wants to see one of our services!"  "Is that
true buddy?"  "Yes sir, my parents told me to find my way as they did.
They said we're all the Lord's children and not to be afraid of others but
to embrace the differences of worship so that I may find my personal
relationship with the Lord."  I gave my best shot at sounding the part from
all the stuff my Lutheran Church had crammed down my throat over the years.
My mind flashed to the shirt I held in my hand that was mixed with our cum
buried somewhere in the folds.  I put my arms behind my back to conceal the
shirt...  As if the guy would even think his son just had some very hot sex
with me!

Maybe he couldn't see through me or maybe he was just flattered that his
son was a mini-evangelist.  He returned with, "As long as your parent's
call me or my wife, and agree that you may, you may come along.  Chris, we
need to get to the house for dinner.  You have a few but, be down soon.
Goodbye Jon.  Hope we see you here, at 8:30.  We always arrive an hour
early to help with coffee and anything the staff may need."

"Thank you sir, I hope to see you as well.  Goodbye," I said with a waive
as the Lincoln pulled away with the crushing sound of the gravel beneath
its tires.  We watched as it drove out of site behind the apple trees that
made a hedge, of sorts, blocking the sight of the main house from the road.
We tuned back to the barn and I grabbed my bike.  "You sounded like Eddy
Haskell...  You doofus!  I can't believe it was that easy," Chris said, as
I shoved the shirt between the seat post rails and tied off the excess.
"You guys don't play with snakes or anything?"  "Shut up," Chris chirped
with a New York accent.  I dropped the bike and grabbed his head into a
head lock as he laughed with our victory and play.  He punched me on my
left ass cheek and I released him rubbing both my butt cheeks for drama.
"Your parents really don't care?"  Chris asked.  "No, they let my sisters
go to other services all the time...  Sue even went to a Catholic service
with Nadia last year.  As long as we go to a service, they don't care."
"Wow.  But, what about dropping the bomb on mine?"  "They'll do it...  If
they don't, I will tell mine I had fun and want to go back every once in a
while...  We'll see what happens."  I hopped on my bike and Chris stood in
front of me with a puppy dog stare.  I scooted over to him and said,
"Morning dude."  Then I punched him hard on his upper arm which made an
audible "pop" of my fist connecting with the flesh.  It startled him: I
betted he was expecting a sloppy kiss!  He quickly wailed into my shoulder
with his fist making the same flesh popping sound in retaliation.  We both
laughed as we rubbed our wounds.

"Later," I chimed, and he returned the goodbye as I pushed off and cranked
my way up the slight incline toward the road and home.

As I rode I sang along to a Genesis song I heard on the radio in my head,
and I relived the pleasure I had experienced today.  I wanted Jon so much
yet, this new experience was so much more than we had.  Why couldn't Jon do
our sex stuff like Chris?  I made up my mind to try to get him to kiss and
stuff.

When I rode into my drive, my parents were home.  So, I rode to the side of
the house to park my bike, hoping not to be noticed.  I pulled the tee
shirt from the bike and walked around the basement sliding glass door to
enter.  Once inside, I went straight to my room and deposited the tee
beneath all of the other dirty clothes in my laundry hamper and then went
into the bathroom to piss.  If asked why I entered via the basement, I'd
just say I had to go really bad and didn`t think I could hold it through a
simple hello.  As I pissed, I noticed that the normally white skin where my
shorts covered was now turning pink.  How would I explain this when it
starts to burn and itch?  I flushed and then ventured upstairs to see what
the parents were up to.

I found my mother in the kitchen preparing potatoes for the oven, fresh
green beans for the steamer, and steaks for the grill.  She informed me
that the siblings were on dates and my Dad was on the beach picking oysters
for the grill.  She went on to say not to eat them that eventually Dad
would pick them so late into summer that he would get sick from red tide.
I always found it curious how my parents argued in this passive aggressive
manor.  They would state their case, wait for the other to fail, and then
rub the loser's face in the winners victory for a few weeks or years.  In
this case, my mother had made this sickness claim since I was three and Dad
seemed to push his harvests latter and latter into the year.  I believed it
was because she kept warning him and he needed to prove his point of his
manly connection with the Earth`s pulse.  Adults are crazy: my mother
rooting for the bacteria within the algae!  Even with their bickering, I
loved the fact that dinner was with just us three.  A rare event in my life
when all three of my siblings were off in their own worlds.

She had no problem with me going to Church with Chris's family and promised
to call after dinner.  Then, she handed me a note, "Your friend, Bradley,
called and wants you boys to play floor hockey at the tennis courts this
Friday."  I beamed with glee as she placed the note in my hand and
continued, "You may, if you promise not to get as rough as you are on the
ice."

"Mom, we won't have gear on so we can's bang around like in practice...
Sheeesh.  We can`t officially do the rough stuff until we`re fourteen
anyway."  I didn't tell her about the tennis balls speed and bounce that
always found someone's balls or the high stick that could find a guy's
face.  I was so happy and couldn't wait to gather everyone along the beach
to play!  This was another chance to gaze at and become closer to a truly
beautiful boy.  This was an amazing day!


Part 2....  Maybe.