Date: Mon, 19 Apr 2004 11:54:07 -0400
From: grassofhome
Subject: childhood part6

To my readers.  Thanks for the supporting words.  Some of you have asked how
much of this is real.  i can tell you that absolutly all of this story is
fiction.  It was a long chapter so you will need to read part 6,7, and 8 for
the next day.

Joe went home for supper and I went back to my house. A storm was on the way
and I always liked watching it roll in from the coast. I got out the ladder
and climbed up on the roof. I was a great place to chill out. The heat from
the day was still stored in the shingles and were releasing heat in small
steady amounts to my tender ass. I began thinking about my life and what I
was becoming. I realized that I was becoming a slut. That did not make me
happy. I recalled the feeling I had with Joe only an hours ago on Greg's
bed. I had tricked him into showing me his small pink dick and had lied to
him about being his boyfriend. I would have said anything to get into those
pants. I didn't correct him when he said that I was twelve already, but I
will be twelve in September. Then I sucked his cock in the bed of my true
lover. I did get that falling-in-love-feeling with Joe, as I ran my tongue
over those blue veins on his cream color bone and sucked on those nipples
the color of  egg shells. He was so cute the way he got shy about his body.
I loved that innocent look he would give just before lowering his under
shorts. And maybe his dick was a bit small but it worked just fine. I
compared the feeling I had to Joe while I was naked with him to other
feelings. I found that I had the same feeling when I looked at that cinnamon
color pussy of Lori's, hanging in the bright sun with glints of golden sweat
hanging on her swollen clit. It was the same feeling I got the first time my
basket ball buddy and I camped out, and he rubbed cooking oil up and down my
ass crack then slipped in his dick like a hotdog in a bun; and just slipped
it back and forth. I thought we were fucking and I thought I was in love. It
was the same feeling I got every time I saw Greg, with or without our
clothes. I even had similar feelings towards Kyle and Helmet. So was this
love or lust? Did I like boys or girls? Was it every dick and only Lori's
cunt? Oh, that cunt.

	I slipped into my favorite fantasy about them. I remembered tasting Lori's
cunt in her kitchen and how Joe's sister took the bold move of licking on
the tip of my dick. I imagined that I kept going on her clit. I move my
tongue up and down the wide slit and found her hood. I run the tip on my
tongue under the hood and she shivers. I slip my tongue into her vagina and
she opens her legs more. I look down, and the first girl has my dick as far
as she can into her mouth. Lori's legs start to tighten around my neck. My
stomach starts to crunch and we cum at the same time. Unknown fluids flow
from her crotch, and I cum in the first girls mouth. In this fantasy I cum
in buckets and it just flows. The cum seeps out the corners of her mouth and
down her chin. The second girl catches some of the overflow and laps it up
like a dog. The four of us walk naked to the bedroom and we all lay on the
bed in one little orgy. I fuck Lori first and she bleeds on the bed spread.
I lick the second girl and the first girl licks Lori. We switch and I fuck
the second girl, as I eat out the first girl. I lay in a pool of my own cum
as all three girls attack my swollen, huge, massive man toll with their
mouths. The second girl turns me over by force and smashed my face into my
own sperm puddles. The first girl ties my hands together and my feet to the
bed posts. Lori grows a dick and starts to fucking me with violent force.
After that the fantasy gets weird.

     I was jolted back to reality by my father calling to me from under the
ladder. "Teddy, you up there?" "I'm here dad." I realized that I had fed my
fingers up my own shorts leg and was fondling my dick head. I quickly tried
to hid my bone and adjusted my shorts. I could hear Dad climbing the ladder.
He walked over to me and I saw a cigar in his pocket. My dad is a big man.
He is hairy, and I do mean hairy. I once showered with him when we camped on
the outer banks of North Carolina, and I saw the hairiest ass ever! I am not
lying about this. He had hand fulls of hair hanging from his cheeks and
crack, dripping water. It looked more like a black sheep's coat than a human
ass. He has kept trim and has huge shoulders and large bisects. He sports a
thick black mustache and is always quizzing me on typical guy things. As he
sat by me I fully expected him to quiz me on the American league standings
or his new favorite, European soccer. Instead he just sat their watching the
storm with me. I never told him about screwing around with boys but I
figured he knew. He is a smart guy and sometimes he just know things. I did
my best to make a big deal of it when I did guy things.
"Did you want something dad?"

"No. I just wanted to spend time with my number one son. Is it OK that I
stay here with you?"

"Sure."

Dad spent much of his time flying from Orlando to St. Louis and side tips to
Houston and Atlanta. He took me with him when he could, but I had never been
to Houston. For all his good traits he just was not a part of my life. When
I was ten I brought home the most valuable player trophy for my baseball
league. He did not even know that I had gone out for the team that year. He
would try to make up time on vacations by spending time with each of us kids
and Mom one on one. It was not odd for him to spend time with me but it was
not an everyday thing either. From time to time he shared a beer with me,
and when we camped on the Ohio river he shared a cigar with me. When Kyle
and Black started me smoking it was just natural. This is something guys do.

Dad slowly took the cigar from his pocket and unscrewed the metal tube. The
smell of fresh tobacco wafted my way. He explained that his boss was
especially pleased with him for completing a huge deal almost a year ahead
of time. I could not help but notice how the cigar tube looked like my
basketball buddy's dick. We wet the cigar and he lit it with a disposable
lighter. The wind was picking up as the storm moved in. Dad looked out at
the clouds and whispered, "this is great!" I wanted so much to be `straight'
for my dad. I know that's what would really make him happy.

"Dad?"

"Yes."

"I have a date for the dance this Friday. Do you think you might be in town
to drive us?"

"Who you taken?"

"Kelly Bell Gray. That's the girl I used to date last year. I called her
Black. You thought it was funny." I kept trying to jog his memory about that
one discussion about Black but I could tell by the look in his eyes that he
had no idea who I was talking about.

"Oh, yes. Of course I remember. We were talking and you told me of this
black girl."

"No dad. She's not black. My nick name for her is Black. See? Her last name
is Gray so I... Oh never mind."

"I get it. Gray...black. That's funny. But this Friday? No I don't think so.
I'm out of town again. I do have the next three days off though. Maybe I
could keep you kids out of school and we could go golfing! What do you
think?" I took a long draw on the cigar and told him that it would be great,
as I handed the smoldering dick shaped cigar back to dad. I just wanted to
spend time with my dad. I would have sat in a corner and watched paint dry
if it meant watching it with dad. He reached for his wallet. "Teddy. Here is
a twenty. I want you to make this relationship work. I know you're still
young but this is the time to shift from spending so much time with boys and
start spending time with girls. In fact here's forty more. Take her to a
nice restaurant and buy her flowers." It was little things like that, that
made me think he knew about Greg and me. For no good reason I blushed and
stuck the cash into my pocket.

     The storm was moving in and we scampered down the ladder and put it
back in the garden shed. Dad turned to me and had me snuff out the cigar on
the bricks and put it back in its cylinder. He then patted me on the head
and told me to enjoy it with a friend. "I have an idea Teddy. Why don't we
go out and get Pizza for supper?"

We went inside to tell Mom and the others, but just then the phone rang.
"Teddy, it's Greg." Mom said.

"Teddy?" ...

"What up?" ...

"I just have a second. Can you IM me in a few minutes?" ...

"No can do. My dad is letting me go with him to get Pizza right now. I can
get on line about 9:00 if that's cool." ...

"Yes. Cool. I have to tel you about the doctors today. Got to go." click.

As we went to the car my basketball friend was there. "You want to shoot
hoops?"

"No. got to bounce. Hey, dad. Can he come with us?"

"Sure. Get in." He whipped out his cell and called his mom.

"hey Ma. I'm going with Teddy and his dad to pick up Pizza...I don't know. Mr.
Anderson, am I eating with y'all"

Dad answered, "If you want."

"Yes Ma. I was invited. I'll call when we're done."

I figure at this point it will be dark before we finish. Dad pulled out his
phone and ordered ahead three square brick-oven pies and three beers to go.
The three of us got into the car, my basketball friend and me in the back
seat, and we were off to get the pizza. I settled into my fantasy again only
this time I was just watching and the three girls naked on the bed having
each other for lunch. I visualized the little clits being tickled by shy
little tongues and small fingers slipping in and out of pussy and ass. I
could almost smell the knot of girl flesh in front of me. Back in reality my
boner was giving me some discomfort. I adjusted my shorts and did my best to
think of other things. We were heading right into the storm and it looked
like we would be drowned in it all.

The sky spit at us as we grabbed the pies and ran to the car. We pulled out
into traffic and dad handed me and my friend each a beer. "Teddy, your dad
can be so cool."

"Thanks." I said, "And thank you dad."

"Your welcome. You know Teddy I like you hanging around this guy. He plays a
lot of sports and I think you could learn a lot from him." I was guessing
that dad was trying to tell me that this guy was straight and I should learn
to be straight by hanging around him. The meal was great! We ate in front of
the PS2. Dad played HALO with us. He sucks at the game, but it was great to
have him near. He just kept getting killed. Then he would get impatient when
we would not die quick enough for him to get another turn. He finaly went
back into the kitchen with mom. That's when we lost power.

Everything in the house went black. The thunder that was muffled by the game
and all the shouting, was now the only thing we could hear. An orange glow
came from the hall. Dad had his lighter out and was making his way to us. We
found flash lights and candles and made our way to the living room. My
friend called his mom on the cell to see if he could just wait out the storm
with us. She said it was OK. In just a few minutes the power came back on.

Now I don't know if it is the same in all parts of the country but in
Florida we usually get power back two or three times before we lose it for
good. We scrambled for flashlights and candles. We filled containers with
water and the upstairs tub also. Mom checked what dry food we had for
breakfast the next day. With one candle in the living room and another in
the kitchen the power went out again. This time it was only for about 15
seconds and things looked good except the storm was getting worse. My friend
and I made our ways to the basement with two flashlights in hand and one of
the portable radios. "No candels down there Teddy" My mom called after us.
"I don't want you tow burning down the house.

With the power back on I got on to the computer as soon as possible. Greg
was on. I had no idea how long we had so I just got down to the serious
stuff.

Teddybear: what's up with the Dr's?
Woodpecker: you don't want to know.
Teddybear: tell me.
Woodpecker: I have to be cut on.
The doctor found girl stuff in my nut sack. I have to get it cut out. I will
be in and out in one day...tomorrow. The girl stuff was twisted around my
things that feed sperm to my dick from my nuts...plos!

(note. For our older readers plos! Is short for "parents looking over
shoulder". On ICQ (6) means the same thing and (8) means the all clear)

Teddybear: got you. Are you going to the dance Friday? I'm taking Kelly
Bell. I think I'm in love with her. Woodpecker: I don't know. I'm not
feeling good. I don't know if I will be up for the dance.
Teddybear: What up? Don't be a wimp! Invite that girl you keep talking
about.
Woodpecker: My dad said that if I wanted to go he would drive both of us. I
guess I'm going...If I can get a date.
Teddybear: Do you know that Pea Head boy with the round glasses?
Woodpecker: Yes.
Teddybear: he wants us to show him how to shoot hoops. Do we want to bother.
He is young and a nerd? Woodpecker: (8)
Teddy bear: got you.
Woodpecker: I'm in pain. I don't know how I will dance Friday. Who am I
supposed to take? I haven't talked to you about a girl. And what about the
Pea Head boy?
Teddybear: The pea head boy is named Joe. I had to tell him I would be his
boyfriend so I could get in his pants. He's only nine but is learning the
blow job thing fast. As for the girl...I don't know. Kyle has a sister that
would go with you. She's sixteen and just gives it away.
Woodpecker: I haven't heard you talk about Kyle for a long time. What is he
up to?
Teddybear: he hasn't been in school for a week or so.
Woodpecker: do you want to turn on your web cam and we can watch each other
jack off?
Teddybear: Camera on. Loading missal one.
Woodpecker: who is that behind you?
Teddybear: You know the guy I play sports with. We figured we could practice
"ball handling" tonight. Woodpecker: So why don't you two put on a show for
me and then I will...

The power was off again.

     This time it stayed off. In the dark my friend ran his hand to my
exposed dick and just held it. My mom called down to make sure we're OK. We
responded that we would just go to bed now since we could not do anything
else. I patted his hand and he let go of my dick. I grabbed the flashlight
and moved to the door. I locked the door and took note of the awesome storm
outside. I pivoted the harsh light to find my friend and found him already
shed of all cloths and pulling the covers down in my bed. He lay down and
turned off his light. I handed him mine and asked him to hold it while I
stripped. I slowly took off all my cloths and played with myself for a
minutes. He kept me in the spot light and started jacking himself off. I
took back the flash light, switched it off and jumped into the absolute
blackness to be by his side.

We laid with our faces only a fraction of an inch apart and our hands on
each other dicks but could not see anything. It was nice to handle his junk
in the dark. He was enjoying himself also. Then after a few minutes it was
normal to flip around and suck each other. It was then that my friend asked,
"Can we do something different?"

"Like what"

"I don't know. I just want to get kinky."

"We could suck each others toes."

"I don't see how that would satisfy. What else you got? What do you and Greg
do?"

"If I had some chocolate syrup or a vibrator I could show you a few tricks."

Then he asked, "Where's your baby oil and a towel? With out turning on
anything I felt my way to the bathroom and retrieved the stuff. He laid the
towel on the bed and had me oil up his rod. Then he instructed me to do a
reverse hand jack off on him. As I fitted my hand on his six and a half inch
shaft he started lowering his torso to the bed. He wedged my hand between
his belly and the towel. He then started humping my hand and asked me to use
my other hand to fondle him. He started squeaking out little "Ga ga fuck ga
ugh ga shit" with every pump. I ran my free hand over his body and found he
was using his hands on each of his own tits pulling them with great force
and wincing every time he tugged them. I ran my finger tips around the
double crescent of his white ass and up and down his crack. I played with
his pucker for a moment and then fingered it. He let out a loud, "yes" that
would have brought my mother running had the storm not been pounding. He
kept humping in a slightly slower pattern and asked me to squeeze it. The
lightning flashed and I could see the look of pain on his face. Another
flash and I got a great still shot of his naked body and saw that he was
sweating in the pleasure. I knelt and continued to fondle his ass while my
tongue found his pucker. I slipped it in and out of the crack and then to
the rim of his hole. His ass tasted like salt fish and Italian beans. I
licked and slurped his hole and kept thinking what it felt like. I had the
urge to butt fuck him, but realized that there was no water to wash any shit
that might cling to my shaft. I went back to licking his crack ass and with
my free hand rubbed his back. He paused and said, "smack it." "Smack what?"
"Spank my ass. I'm about to cum." I spanked and his hips bounced faster on
my fist. He said louder, "Spank harder!" I did, and did it often. He hissed
at me, "harder you bastard! Harder and quicker you faggot!" I got into his
loaded ass with my palm and smacked him as hard as I could stand it. He
shook and spasmed for a few seconds and then rolled off my fist and
continued to do himself for another few minutes.

     Finaly he settled down and offered to do me. I agreed but asked him to
go easy on the spanking. He oiled me in the dark and then I mounted his fist
just like he had done mine. Another lightning flash and I got a look at his
matted hair hanging down in his face and that wild demonic look in his eyes.
I started humping his hand and was amazed at how natural it felt. I went
slowly as long as I could stand it. He did not play with my ass. He went
right to licking my crack and then fingering mt shit hole. I moved my hands
around like him so I could play with my tits. It did add a new dimension to
the pleasure. I started moving quicker and he gently started spanking me.
His flat palm is like a feather at first and then it gets a bit harder. This
humping was quite a workout but was feeling so good and so normal. As I was
really getting into the rush of the sex I felt a sharp smack on my ass. My
goodness. It was like stacking another layer of cake on an already great
tasting cake. I don't know how he twisted himself but he reached my ear with
his tongue and continued to slap my butt. I remembered that I had gotten a
slight sunburn at Greg's over the weekend on my back side and it had not
hurt...until now.

I had so many signals going on in my body right now. I kept plucking my own
nipples while humping my friends hand. He continued tonguing my ear and
spanking me harder and harder. He wanted to do something different, and we
had found it. There was some unearthly sound in the room with us. I didn't
know where it was coming from and did not care. I turned my head to try to
kiss my friend and found that I had been drooling on the pillow and had not
realized it. It startled me and it was then the unearthly noise paused. It
was me. I was making a hissing squeaking sound every time I slid into the
fist. His hand gripped me tighter and I thought my tool might bruise under
his hold. I went back to hissing and drooling and humped faster and faster
and the smarting cracks sounded from my ass. I shook with pleasure and
again. I felt the wet cum fight it's way past my friends hand and then I
blacked out. When I came to, my friend had the flash light and was scooping
sperm off my limp dick, rooling it in his fingers and then tasting it . I
tried to sit up and fell back again.

He said, "I had no idea you could cum. It was a great little snack." I took
the flash light from him and examined his hand and my dick. Again I looked
at the towel and realized that however much I had just creamed it was more
than ever before.

     The moisture on my flesh made me cold so we covered and held each
other. "Where did you learn that?"

"Believe it or not I cam up with it on my own. Did you like it?"

"Hell yes!" He then put his sticky hand back on my oh-so-sensitive limp
shaft.

He asked, "How long you been cuming?"

"Only since the weekend."

"Wish I could cum... You tired?"

"My body can't go another step, but my mind is still rolling and humping
your fist." He took his pillow and lay at the foot of the bed and again
covered us up. He worked his arm under the small of my knee and nuzzled my
limp dick in his cupped palm. I ran my arm the same way and found him hard
again. We laid there mindlessly masturbating each other.