Date: Wed, 19 Jul 2006 21:21:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scott Wilson <talesofyouth@yahoo.com>
Subject: Discrete Transactions Part 2  GM/YF

Although the following is based on true events, all characters and
locations are purely fictional. If you are under 18 or this type of writing
is illegal in your local, please stop reading now.

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     The second part of this series reveals the meaning behind the title
and gives an insight into the secret lives of the boys involved.
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		      Discrete Transactions, Part Two

     The next morning I fuzzily woke up right before the alarm clock went
off and immediately became aware of two things: my morning wood was buried
in the matress, aching to be relieved, and it was raining. As I stood at
the toilet and urinated I thought about the sensations I had felt for the
first time with my dick, now sticky from the hand creme I had used the
previous day. I felt guilty to a certain degree, because I knew what I had
done was taboo, but at the same time I felt I had done something
amazing. It was like watching a movie on the old black and white set my
grandparents had and then seeing it again in color, the difference was that
stark.

     My thoughts soon drifted to something that was more important, at
least for the time being. Rain meant one thing in my line of work, and that
was no work. I didn't dare think about cutting grass when it was wet, and
after turning on the radio and hearing the weather report calling for rain
and thunderstorms over the next three days, I knew I had to find something
else to do.

     In 1980 there was far less for kids to do than today, and in the days
before the Internet, home video games, and cable tv with 300 channels of
nothing, we were forced to find our own fun. In the summer months that
meant playing outside all day, not sitting at a computer for hours on
end. A rainy day back then put even more of a damper on an active boy's
life than would be felt today by a couch potato kid. Even Little League
practice was cancelled!

     Little did I know then that my quest for something to do on a rainy
day would have such a profound impact on my life.

     As I sat at the dry bar eating my breakfast, clad only in my tighty
whities, I started to think of things that I could be doing that day...only
to painfully realize that most of my life involved outdoor activities. I
finished off my breakfast and went back and stretched out on my bed, and
then started to think about what had happened the previous day.

     While I still felt guilty about it, I now had more questions. What was
Mike talking about when juice would squirt out of my dick? I had an idea of
what fucking was, but in actuality I didn't know what it was all about. To
me back then it was the Mother of all dirty words, not something you did
with a girl. I sure didn't know what an orgasm was all about, but I knew
what I had experienced twice that day was the best feeling ever.

     As I thought about those feelings my dick had once again sprung to
life, and I slid off my tighty whities and started to touch myself. My
privates felt different somehow, and as I let my fingers caress my sack and
those two mystery grapes inside of it, the urgency to have another orgasm
took over. I grabbed the hand lotion from the night stand and squirted a
good sized glob into my hand and then slowly worked it onto my stiff dick,
doing the same doorknob turning motion as the previous day, but this time
slower and more deliberate. As my hand did its magic, I thought about that
busty blonde in the centerfold, imagining that she was in bed with me doing
this decadent act.

     I started to whisper,"Oh yes...keep doing that...don't
stop...yesssss", and then my whole thought process changed in an
instant. In my visions now was Mike's naked body, his boyboobs bouncing in
front of me, his white bare hips and hairless thighs moving in a rythmn
that was in synch to the stroking of my hand. His hands rubbing my
shoulders ever so slowly and deeply...now those very hands were on my even
stiff dick,his right one doing the twisting motion while his left tickled
my ballsack. My crotch was thrusting involuntarily foreward, trying to push
in deeper and deeper...

     The sensation hit me with brute force, my breathing had hit its peak
and then started to slow down, my chest beating with a frenzy that throbbed
everywhere, my eyelids refusing to stay open but instead blinking
uncontrollably.  I was drenched in sweat, and as I relaxed and put my arms
behind my head I could smell the faint muskiness of my bald underarms.

     Now my thoughts were different, it was like in the span of a
nanosecond I had stopped thinking anything remotely sexual. As my dick went
back to its baby sized inch lenght I felt the intense urge to pee once
again, and when done I hopped right into the shower. I needed to get that
greasy feeling off of my dick, and as I soaped myself up the hightened
sensitivity made me hard again, but this time I would ignore my new best
friend in favor of something more important.

     I had to show Mike this new trick!

     By now it was just past none A.M. and Mike would be out of bed by
now. I phoned Mike, and his Mom answered on the third ring. She called for
Mike and then he answered, "Hey Scott. Lovely day huh?"

     "Yeah, but I got something to make it better!", I excitedly told him.

     "What?"

     "Well...I can't say over the phone, but trust me you'll love it. Can
you come over?"

     "I dunno, the rains slowing down, but I can bike over. It better be
worth me getting drenched!", he said followed by, "I'll see if I can get a
few bucks from my Mom for Pizza for lunch?"

     "Okay", I said, "I'll see you in a little bit. If you get drenched I'm
sure I have something you can change into. Oh...can you sneak out that
centerfold?"

     "Maybe. I'll wrap it around the top tube on my bike, the put the pad
over it."

     "Cool. We'll need it!"

     "Whatever you say Scott. C'ya!"

     We said our goodbyes and I started to think of how to approach Mike
about jacking off together. I wasn't worried about getting caught because
my Mom would be asleep until three or so, but I still felt a little bit
wierd about what had happened the previous day.

     To prevent my Mom from being woken up by the phone ringing or the
doorbell going off, my phone had a flashing light connected to the ringer
(along with an answering machine courtesy of my father)and the doorbell was
silent, a separate flashing light let me know someone was at the door. A
sign had be put up to remind visitors not to knock, but instead to only
ring the doorbell.

     About a half hour later the doorbell light flashed and a soaked Mike
appeared at the door. I let him in and immediately noticed the streak of
water he had that ran from the back of his shirt to his ass of his jeans
shorts. Unlike my ten speed with splash guards, he rode a supercool Redline
BMX bike that was stripped to the bare essentials. No splash guards on that
ride!

     "Haha you got SOAKED!" I exclaimed to which he responded by giving me
the bird. He brought his bike into the entryway and then took off the his
shoes and socks,saying to me, "So what's this big deal all about?"

     "I'll show you, but you gotta get out of those wet clothes", I said
realizing at once how weird that felt coming out of my mouth. I motioned
for him to follow me into my bedroom area, and then I handed him a pair of
sweatshorts and a t-shirt, and then went to grab him a towel from the
bathroom. When I came back into the bedroom he was standing in front of me
naked, his arms akimbo and I couldn't help staring at his body. His dick
looked like a cocktail wiener above his shriveled sack, and I suddenly had
the scary urge to put it in my mouth. as freaked out as I was feeling I
couldn't help staring at it!

     "Hey dumbass, can I have the towel or are you going to dry me off
yourself?" Mike said, breaking my train of though from his body.

     I threw the towel at him and then he dried himself off, slowly and
almost delibertly as if he knew I wanted to look at him. He started off
with his head and worked down, and when he was finished he whipped the wet
towel at me and asked what the big surprise was. He was about to put on the
sweatshorts, when I stopped him and said, "You'll want to keep those off',
and he looked at me like he knew what was going to happen next.

     Mike sat down completely naked on my bed and I sat next to him and for
a few moments there was this awkward silence between us. He then asked if I
could get under my covers because he was getting cold, and I pulled the
sheet and blanket back as a signal for him to go ahead. He stretched out on
his back and pulled the blanket midway up his chest and the put his arms
behind his head, exposing his bare white armpits and giving me a good view
of his small boyboobs. I couldn't help but look at them.

     "OK Scott, what's so important that I got my ass soaked riding over
here?" Mike asked with a smile.

     "You ever use hand creme when you rub your dick?"

     "No. Why would I?"

     I couldn't believe what I was hearing! "Oh man, it feels like fucking
incredible!", I exclaimed, making use of a new favorite word. "Especially
how I do it."

     "Well aren't you special", Mike laughed and then said, "I bet you
can't wait to show me what you do?", throwing off the covers and exposing
his rock hard three incher and now relaxed sack to me.

     I stuck out my thumb to represent my dick, and then showed him the
doorknob twisting motion that had taken me to new heights of extasy. His
face lit up, but then his expression changed to one of disappointment. "I
couldn't do anything like that at my house, with my Mom and sister around
alot I couldn't dare do that. If I got caught with my shorts down and
lotion on my dick and hands my Mom would fucking shit!", he said and then
after a few moments finished with, "I bet that feels great too!"

    "The best, I bet its like being with a girl", I replied.

    "I can't do that at home, it's way too risky. Sometimes I have to go
into the basement and hide in the laundry room to do it...oh man I want to
feel that!"

     I really had no idea where Mike was leading me to, but I really wanted
him to try this new thing. "Mike, you GOTTA try this out! It's just fucking
mindblowing awesomely incredible!" I practically yelled. "Just do it!" I
said and handed the pump bottle of hand lotion.

     Mike just laid there with the lotion bottle in his hand, staring at it
like it was the Hope diamond or something. The silence was getting to me,
and finally I moved my hand in a masturbation gesture, but still he didn't
say anything to me. It was like he wanted to say something but couldn't
come up with the right words. Nothing could have prepared me for what came
out of his mouth next.

     "I'll...I'll...I'll give you five bucks if you do it for me", Mike
said slowly, avoiding eye contact with me.

     I was floored...beyond floored...way, way beyond floored. It was like
he just told me the President was his real father.

     Mike put his hands over his eyes, looking terrified over what he had
just said. I knew that what we did in his bedroom was totally taboo, even
without really knowing exactly what we were doing. This went ten steps
beyond that, asking me to touch his dick and then offering to pay me to do
it. There was another surpise to follow.

     Mike looked at me and then said, "I'll give you five bucks AND that
centerfold I brought over if you do that for me. I swear I'll never tell
anyone!"

     He now had my full attention. While it may seem like nothing now, back
then five buck was a dencent amount of money for a kid my age. It was the
equivalent to what I was paid for cutting a large and a small yard, almost
two hours of my time. The centerfold was the real prize, I mean back then
any porn was almost impossible for a kid that age to get his hands on, and
this was a hot centerfold!  Today I wouldn't be making any money cutting
grass, and it could be like that for days. I shocked myself when the
following came out of my mouth, "Where's the money? And the centerfold?"

     Mike looked at me with a smile and then said, "In my shorts pocket,
and the picture's under the top pad on my bike"

     I got up off the bed and went to pick up his drenched shorts, and
inside the right front pocket was a soggy five dollar bill. I placed the
bill in my nightstand drawer,then grabbed the centerfold and pulled it out
of the plastic wrap. He had put it between the foam pad and sleeve of his
bike's top bar pad so it was all rolled up. I handed the centerfold to
Mike, and then said, "You'll keep this a secret right?"

     "Yeah, oh like I'm going to tell my folks I gave you my pizza money to
rub lotion on my dick!" he laughed, and the said, "Well, what are you
waiting for?"

     I knew my time to back out of this was almost up, but I realized that
I couldn't stop now. Mike opened up the centerfold and spread his legs
apart for me, exposing his hard cock that was ready to be massaged. I
couldn't bring myself to touch his dick yet, so I started gently caressing
his right let, feeling the smoothness under my hand. I had never dome
anything like that in my life, and the sensualness of the action was making
my dick extremely hard. I knew what I was doing was gay, but I just
couldn't stop.

     I pumped a good sized dollop of hand creme into my right hand and
spread the cool lotion around my fingers. The smell reminded me of how a
baby smelled after being bathed. I rubbed the slick goo around my fingers
some more, warming it up a bit and then put my thumb and index finger
together and twisted my hand over his cock. Mike immediately let out an
intense moan and pushed his hips into the air. I slowly did an up and down
twisting motion, and watched the expressions on his face while he stared at
the naked woman. His face and body contorted and it seemed like his dick
was getting even larger in my hand.

     After about three minutes his body stiffened and the tense breathing
suddenly relaxed as his dick started to twitch in random waves like streams
of Morse code off of a telegraph. He begged me to stop and I did, and all
he could say was, "Holy shit...that was awesome!!!!"

     I felt funny about the whole thing at once, here I had just broken on
the the ultimate taboos in touching another guy's dick and then to make it
worse I was paid to do it! I went into the bathroom and washed the greasy
slime off of my hands and Mike walked in, still completely naked. I knew he
was going to pee, but then he stopped and said, "Could you hold it for me?
I don't want that stuff on my hands."

     Suddenly I felt different about what I had done. It was a simple act I
had done on myself the night before, and now I was made five bucks to do
this to someone else. Easy money, and a whole helluva lot easier than
cutting grass.

     I stood behind Mike and wrapped my arms around him, reaching down and
aiming his soft member toward the bowl. He let out a sigh of relief and
then gasped a little as I rubbed it up a down a few times to shake off the
last drops of urine. I then grabbed a washcloth and turned on the hot
water, and lathered it up and then washed off his now reddened crotch. He
smiled at me as I rinsed the soap off the washcloth and took off the white
suds from him. I dried him off, and then we went back into the bedroom
where he put on his borrowed clothes and sat on the bed.

    We sat in silence for a few moments and then he got up and told me he
had to go, that his Mom wanted him to be back to go get groceries. I
suspected that he was lying, but I didn't press him. He threw on his wet
shoes and then stuffed the socks in the pockets of his shorts, and then
wrapped them along with his shirt on his bikes handlebars.

     Before he opened the door Mike looked at me and said, "Would you do
that again sometime? I mean just for the five bucks?"

     "Yeah"

     "Good, 'cause that was my only centerfold!!! C'ya Scott, maybe we can
do something tomorrow?"

     With that he walked out the door and rode home. Would I do "something"
with him tomorrow?

     You better believe I would! Especially if it was another discrete
transaction.