Date: Sun, 30 Jun 2002 00:59:55 -0500
From: Justin Kase <sbc_tek@hotmail.com>
Subject: part 4   Re: Chad and Jeremy's little bro

Thanks for all the emails regarding the earlier parts of the story, I do
appreciate the comments.
You all can certainly continue sending them to me at    sbc_tek@hotmail.com


The 4th of July was always a good time as a kid.  We would do anything to
get the largest cache of fireworks possible.  Black cats, smoke bombs, and
roman candles were the fireworks for boys, things that blew up, displaced
oxygen, or that you could aim at somebody else.  There were others, like
the Texas Twisters, a more politically correct name than we ever used then,
and the M-80, I think it was equivalent to a 1/10th of a stick of dynamite.
As soon as the booths opened at the city limits, we would be popping off
the fireworks all day and night.
  It got us away from the pool but also out of the house too.

It was the summer I was 10 years old, I know because that is how old I had
to be to be initiated into my brother Chad's secret club.  I ended up going
through several initiation that summer, different activities, and different
friends of Chad, and different purposes of that secret club.  Chad still
thinks that I was the dumbest kid on the block to go through all that and
believe I was getting into some secret club.  I knew what was going on, but
I was very willing to do almost anything they thought of. Mostly because it
usually meant me getting naked, doing something with my dick or my hole,
and with older boys I really wanted to be around.

So it was on the side of the yard that I was first initiated by fire
fireworks, that is.  The side of the yard was only about 5 feet wide and
maybe12 feet long, no windows were on that side of the house.  It was a
dusty place that grass wouldn't grow because it never got enough sun.  It
was about as secret a place as we could find, and the wooden pickets of the
fence magically kept our voices from being heard by anyone on the sidewalks
or in backyards. Or so we believed.  That little yard would see many naked
dicks, a lot of stroking, and cum mixed with dirt.  I started at a young
age of 7, comparing little hairless peckers with friends from school.

The pool was closed on the Monday before the 4th of July.  That didn't mean
I couldn't wear my swimsuit like I did on almost every day in the summer.
I had been following Chad and his friend David all day.  We had combined
funds to buy several big packs of black cats.  With cheap cigarette
lighters, we roamed around the neighborhood throwing them at cats, dogs,
mailboxes, rocks, and at each other.  Most of the talk was about the secret
club.  That club was going to do things like sneak out and have a sleep out
at the old ghost town just outside of the city.  David and Chad knew they
shouldn't even be talking about the club in front of me.  There were things
that I shouldn't know.  Of course this made me want to know more.  Chad and
David had to really think hard as they evaluated whether I was worthy to
here such classified information.

They agreed that not only was I worthy, but I was of such high moral
character that I could become a member of that very secretive club
(although, it was going to get a page in the Junior High Yearbook, or so
they claimed).  To be able to join this club, I was going to have to go
through that initiation.  They said the other boys in the club wouldn't
mind them doing the honors with me.  They could do it right now, the best
place to do it was that side yard of our house.  We went right to it.  I
had on an old t-shirt that I inherited from my brothers, sleeves cut out,
the sides cut down almost to the waist, a faded 6-Flags emblem on the
front.  My swimsuit completed the outfit, covering my little white butt and
little pink pecker.  That was the first test of the initiation, my dick had
to be larger than a black cat fire cracker wasn't that amazing that a black
cat was used year round as a standard?  I was worried right away that I
would now measure up.  I pulled down my swimsuit and let David put a black
cat right up against my dick.  I had a little shaft and a cute little dick
head about the size of a decent sized jelly bean.  Even if they didn't
count the fuse, I was still a little short, especially when David pushed
the black cat into the soft skin above my dick.  David was willing to give
me a chance, because as he pulled on the head of my dick, it seemed to be
able to stretch longer than the black cat.  I would have been happy now
anyway, I had David pulling on my dick, that was pretty close to sex to me
then!  Chad agreed but I would have to get hard to prove it.  Sounded
reasonable to me, and I started shaking it, but David didn't mind helping
at all.  He stroked as well as shook my dick.  Phew!  I made it!  I made it
about half the head of my dick.

I could clearly see David's dickhead pressing his swimsuit out towards me.
He grabbed it and adjusted it, easing the strain on the cloth.  He saw I
was looking and he went to teasing a little. He pulled the front down, just
to the top of his dick, allowing me to see a line of thick brown pubes.
Pubes fascinated me then, I would take a look at any chance I got.  And I
did get a quick glimpse of his boner, it bounced up and down as he flashed
it at me.  That made sure I had a boner too.

It was time for the second part.  This one involved the M-80s, the ones
that had been hidden in Chad's bag of fireworks.  It also involved me
turning around, bending over and spreading my legs.  The view of my pink
little hole got both of them giggling.  There was a quickly explained, and
quickly thought up, process that I was expected to do to more closer to
club membership.  I felt a finger press right against my hole.  It wiggled,
it pressed, it started to gain entry.  I tried to relax and let that finger
go in.  I felt a rough little finger push in a couple of knuckles worth.
My dick was rock hard, I was sweating, I breathed in little fast puffs of
air.  After a minute or 40, David announced that he thought "it" would go
in.  Chad told him to spit on it first, so it would be able to slide in.
David spit in his hand, told me to keep looking forward, and pressed
something hard and round on my hole.  A little more spit was needed and
Chad let a line of spittle hang out of his mouth and lower onto my hole.

I felt a burning sensation, almost ripping me open, but then it popped in.
Now, I had an M-80 in my ass, the most powerful firecracker known to boys
in the world.  At first I was expected to hold it there.  Then they said I
couldn't more or run away while they tried to light the fuse.  It was a
matter of trust they said.  I had to trust them enough that they could put
their lighters right up against the fuse, trusting that they would not
light it.  I stayed as still as I could, I felt the heat of the lighters
very close to my butt.  What worried me was Chad's aim, I shared a bathroom
with him and I knew how bad his aim was.  There wasn't much wallpaper left
around the toilet, and I hated the way my socks would stick to the floor
when I pissed.

I jumped when a lighter got too close, I thought for sure that the fuse was
lit.  I reached back there, to pull the lit fuse, but I found nothing but
hole.  First thought; the fuse had already burned passed my hole and it
would be a second before my asshole would be blown wide open.  I brought
much entertainment to Chad and David.  They laughed but said I had sucked
in an unlit fuse up my ass.  David had a solution to a second chance,
another M-80.  As that one went in with another pop, it felt like my dick
was being pushed out from the inside.
  I was afraid to breathe deeply, I was on my tiptoes, my asshole was
clamping down hard, and my dick demanded attention.  I pranced around a
little, and then was told to bend over and hold still.  I could feel the
M-80s rub together and put even more pressure on the other end of my dick.
I felt a lighter very close to my hole, then Chad yelled out that David had
lit it!  There were all kinds of "ah shits", "ah hells", and "oh fucks" as
the next step was contemplated.  The idea to shit was quickly processed by
my brain and I strained to get rid of the two firecrackers!  In rapid
succession, I shot out first one and then a second superball, mini ones,
those little rubber balls with extreme bouncing ability.

Chad and David, boned up, rolled on the ground laughing at my ass.  I was
mad but it didn't last long, then the relief set in so fast.  But I was
standing there, naked, holding tightly to my dick and balls, and I started
to laugh with them.

Well, I was in the club, at least for now.  I spent the rest of the day
with a feeling in my ass that kept my mind thinking of not much more than
that.  I didn't really know about jacking off, but I really should have
done it right away.  I had a boner most the rest of the day, and even woke
up with it.  It was only when I got swimming the next morning, did I
realize I didn't have a boner any more.  I think I did jeopardize my club
membership that afternoon, when I lit the entire package of black cats in
Chad's back pocket of his jeans.  He didn't pull them out until they had
numbed his butt.  There were several holed in the pocket, inside and out.
It wasn't a real smart move with regard to my wardrobe either.  Those would
be my jeans next summer.

BTW: I am going to Chad's house for 4th of July.