Date: Wed, 2 Aug 2006 10:21:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scott Wilson <talesofyouth@yahoo.com>
Subject: Discrete Transactions Part 4  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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     In the fourth installment of this series our main character has a
dream that takes him on a new, scary path in his life.
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     I was a bit tired after all the work I had done moving the bed, but
what made me want to crawl under the covers more than anything was the
sense of shame I was feeling from looking at the gay magazine and then the
nude pictures of my uncle and his friend...on top of that I had relieved my
newly discovered sexual urges while looking at that stuff.

     I just wanted to go to sleep and wake up realizing the whole thing was
just a crazy nightmare!

     By now it was early afternoon, but the darkened sky and falling rain
made it feel like after sunset. I closed the blinds in the bedroom and
stripped off my shorts and slid under the cool sheets. Before I knew it I
was sleeping.

     (The Dream)

     I was walking down a street with a brisk pace in what obviously was
the early 1960's judging by the cars that passed by and were parked in the
driveway. It was summertime and I could feel the heat surround me, but
strangely I couldn't hear anything and I had no thoughts going through my
mind...like being on autopilot.

     The neighborhood looked very familar to me and I knew where I was
going, and in my right hand was a towel that seemed very heavy and a pair
of tan swimtrunks. I looked down to see that I was wearing a pair of baggy
navy blue school issued gym shorts, and on the left leg was printed
"Blackville Athletic Dept." in large white block letters. I had on a white
tee shirt that was soaked with sweat and felt very loose. I sensed every
step I took...every sensation...every breath.

     I came to the intersection of Maple Avenue and Pine Street and after
looking both ways, I crossed the street and turned left onto Maple Avenue
and continued walking down the sidewalk. I then walked up a flagstone path
to a house and rang the doorbell.

     Almost instantly my Uncle Jimmy answered the door, and he was slightly
older and taller than he was in the nude pictures I had seen, with a few
pimples added to his freckled face. He was wearing the same shorts as me
and had on a grey tee shirt with "Blackville Athletic Dept." in small white
letters on his left breast. I could tell he was speaking to me, but I
couldn't hear anything, and I sensed that I was speaking also. I followed
him into the bathroom where we stood next to each other in front of the
toilet and pulled our dicks out and aimed into the bowl...soon we each had
yellow streams gushing out of our semi hard dicks, his looked about a inch
longer than mine and had a darker color to it. We shook off the pee and
then went up a flight of steps into an attic bedroom, closing the door
behind us. As I walked up the steps I have an almost overwhelming wave of
sexual urges hit my body and I could feel my penis stiffening in my loose
shorts, making the front stick out.

     At the top of the steps I had a clear view of the bedroom, and ever
detail caught my attention. A fan was in a opened window blowing out
instead of in. There was a bed with a NY Yankees comforter on it. Magazine
pictures of The Beatles neatly taped to the walls. A desk with a couple
copies of Boy's Life on it. An old fashioned brass alarm clock that read
3:55. A Norman Rockwell calender on the wall that was turned to May of
1964, with a red line drawn through the first to the fourteenth. Then, in a
large mirror on top of the dresser I caught the first glimpse of my
identity...

     I was the chubby boy in the pictures with Uncle Jimmy, but I was
slightly older than I appeared in those snapshots. I was a bit taller, and
fatter, but I still had the same boyish facial features while Jimmy looked
more like a teenager. Jimmy's hair had a dark red hue that just glowed in
the bright afternoon light, and by looking at my reflection I could tell
that my eyes had an almost irradescent blue sheen to them.

     Suddenly, without warning I could hear every sound within the room,
and it hit me from all directions. The steady hum of the fan...the alarm
clock ticking...a car driving down the street...kids playing in thier front
yards. Then Jimmy spoke to me in a cracking voice," You ready?"

     "Yeah. I brought the lube", I said and then opened up the towel and
pulled out a small glass jar of vasaline, setting it on the nightstand.

     I then walked up to him and pulled his shirt over his head, slowing
feeling his chest and tight ribcage. His armpits were bald and I ran my
fingers over his nipples which instantly stiffened like the bulge in my
shorts. He then came up to me and peeled my damp shirts off and threw it on
the floor and then put his hands on my enlarged boobs, which he gently
squeezed and then put his lips too. I felt a shiver of joy go through my
body and then another as his hand slid down my crotch, making slow
methodical strokes. Jimmy kneeled before me and pulled down and then off my
shorts and tighty whities, and turned them inside out and sniffed the
crotch area like a woman would smell a rose from her lover.

     I felt his hands caress my butt cheeks and looked down at my hairless
crotch as a warm slippery sensation enveloped my rigid penis, now in
Jimmy's mouth. I could feel him sucking on it as though it was a straw used
to get the last drop out of a drink, and shortly I felt what I knew was the
buildup to an orgasm. The climax hit me like a bolt of lightning but the
slippery sensation continued on my still engorged dick. I was now laying on
my back on the bed, my legs helplessly kicking the air around me as I felt
the familar sensation of a climax building, this time slower and more
delibertly intensifying. I was now feeling a wild mix of pleasure and pain
and then the second orgasm hit me and I moaned for him to stop.

     It took a moment for me to come back to my normal senses, and right
away I had a overpowering urge to pee. Jimmy handed me a mason jar and I
pulled off the lid and squirted a slow yellow stream into it as he held
both the jar and my reddened floppy penis. When I had finished he took my
limp member into his mouth and sucked really hard on the glans, making me
become semihard again. I then turned around and faced the bed and I felt
his warm hands slowly stroke my shoulders and back, and then I rested my
chest on the towel that was now place atop the bed and spread my buttcheeks
apart. I turned my head to my right and had a view of Jimmy opening up the
jar of vasaline, now he was completely naked and above his angling upward,
four-inch-long cock was a half dollar sized patch of dark red hair. He
reached into the jar and pulled out his index finger thick with the
yellowish goo, and seconds later I felt a cool sensation as the same finger
touched my relaxed butthole, immediately making me tighten it up. I felt
the circular motion of his digit on my hole, which I then relaxed as it
slid inside of me. A potent jolt of pleasure rocked me as his finger hit a
certain spot inside me and and rubbed it. His finger then came out of me
and I pushed my butt toward him, knowing what would be felt next.

     "Just relax Billy, I'll be really gently with you", Jimmy whispered
into my ear as I heard my name for the first time. I then relaxed my
sphincter and felt another, larger object slide into me. This hurt a bit
but I stayed relaxed and then Jimmy was laying on top of me, thrusting in
and out in a slow, easy rythmn like a rowboat rocking on a gentle stream. I
felt the warmth go in and out of me, and gradually his breathing became
faster and faster in syncopation with the thrusting. I heard him let out a
deep moan, and then his body stiffened up, and the contractions of his
climax pulsed through my sore rectum. He stayed inside of me and gave a few
more slow deep thrusts before pulling out. At once I felt the emptyness
inside of me and wanted more.

     Now we were both standing up, facing each other. Jimmy was wiping off
his penis with toilet paper and I could tell it was covered in a greasy
slime that was brown from my shit. He then wadded up a few sheets and I
bent over again and he wiped me, and I heard him tear off more of the
tissue and felt a wad of it being inserted into my hole. I picked up my
undies and gym shorts from the floor and put them on and sat shirtless on
the bed.

     Jimmy then went down the stairs and I could hear a toilet flush,
followed by water running for a few minutes. When he came up into the room
again he was still naked but now his genitals were clean and much smaller
than a few minutes prior. He sat on the bed next to me and stroked his hand
up and down my back, and then said, Don't worry, your gonna shoot
soon. We're both twelve so it'll happen to you just like me".

     "I know", I said, "You got hair too. Just like the eighth graders in
PE!"

     "You'll get it too" he said as I reached over and ran my fingers
through the tangle of curly auburn pubes.

     Then the tone of the conversation changed, and I felt dread run
through my body. Jimmy looked at me and for the first time I noticed how
brown his eyes were, and then said slowly, "Say, how much money have you
made so far?"

     I hesitated, and then said "Fifty-six bucks."

     "Shitdamn Billy, how many times have you...done that?" he asked, and
then I had an image in my mind, of me deep inside a forest, standing on my
knees in front of an unknown slightly older boy, his cock squirting a warm,
salty stream of fluid in my mouth, and then handing me a folded dollar
bill. I then had another scene flash before my eys, this time I was in a
basement, pulling up my pants and a blonde haired boy I somehow knew was an
eighth grader was wiping off his dick with an old rag and I was stuffing
two singles into my pocket.

     "Enough times!" I shouted and then stood up to leave and I felt
Jimmy's hands on my shoulders, pulling me back in.

     "Look," Jimmy said, "I didn't know he was watching us. He would have
told if you didn't do what he wanted. And, at least he's paying you for it"

     "I don't like it...not like that. What we do is different."

     I then went up and threw my arms around him, and I felt his hands
gently stroke my back...then the image before my eyes changed and I...

     (Reality)

     I opened my eyes up to find myself back in my bedroom, with the hands
of my mother stroking my back and I turned to face her. I had the familar
stiffness in my underwear, and thankfully I was covered so she couldn't see
it.

     "I see you moved the bed around, it makes the room look
bigger. Dinner's ready, sweetheart", she said and then gave me a few more
strokes. I didn't want her to stop.

     As soon as I heard the door open and then close I rolled out of bed
and went into the bathroom to empty my bladder. I was superhard and had to
push my erection down and wait a moment before the yellow stream would
flow. The dream I had was so real, yet so far away.

     I got dressed and went upstairs to the kitchen where a meal of roast
beef, mashed potatoes, and my favorite French style green beans awaited
me. As I ate my mother engaged in small talk with me, but my mind was
somewhere else. Finally she said something that broke my daze.

     "Your father sent you a package, it's in the living room. It heavy so
I left it there. I bet he sent you some summer clothes."

     "I hope so. Thanks Mom!"

     I finished up my meal and then cleared the table, and went into the
living room to retrive the package, which was rather heavy. I went back
downstairs to open it, and after seeing the contents, I'm glad I did.

     Back in my room I carefully cut the strapping tape that sealed the
box, and I opened it to find a note from my father on top. I could see a
large number of nylon shorts with white piping on the sides and also some
t-shirts. I picked up the folded letter and opened it:

     My Dearest Scott,

     In this box you'll find some shorts and shirts that I hope you'll
like. We just got these in and I know you'll find them very comfortable. I
don't know if you've gotten into running yet but there's some special
outfits for that and a pair of running shoes. Let me know what you think!

     Please don't let your mother see the books that are hidden within the
clothes, I think you're at the age where you'll want to know more about
girls so I hope these will answer your questions. You know you can call me
anytime if you have any questions!

     I'm hoping to see you soon, and maybe I can have you fly out here down
the road. I miss you so much son, and it hurts not having you around.

                                                      With love always,

                                                      Dad

     I rifled through the shorts and shirts and found what I was looking
for, a paperback sized book printed on heavy glossy paper called "What Boys
Need To Know About Sex" and a textbook entitled "Human Sexuality". I opened
the paperback first and leafed through it, and it had chapters dealing with
growth and puberty, complete with color pictures of nude boys and girls at
various ages of development. I found myself getting horny looking at the
pictures of the boys with hair on thier crotches but I felt the same
looking at the genital shots of the girls too. The chapter on circumcision
caught my attention the most, because I had no idea what that was, although
I had heard something about it before. My penis snapped to attention as
soon as I saw the photo of two boys standing next to each other, one
circumcised the other not. The few boys I had seen naked had all looked the
same down there, so my curiousity was peaked to see an uncut boy.

     I felt weird getting hard looking at those picture so I put the books
in the drawer under my bed and pulled out the clothes my father had given
me. The shorts were looser than I was used to but I loved how they felt on
me, and the new Nike shirts were the latest style. At the bottom of the box
were two pairs of nylon running shorts with matching tank tops and a pair
of Nike running shoes that had a pair of short ankle socks stuffed into
them. I took off my clothes and slipped on the silky shorts and singlet and
felt naked in them, it was so soft and smooth that my penis soon snapped to
attention again. I took off my socks and put on the shoes and in this
outfit I felt as light as a feather. Although I had ran in school I never
really thought of running as much of a sport although I knew it was very
popular. With this outfit on I felt like actually going and hitting the
street running, but the reality of the rain stopped me.

     With my stiffness in my shorts become more of an annoyance than
anything, I stepped into the bedroom and slid the running shorts down and
began to flail away at my cock, slowly bouncing up and down from full
crouch to standing straight up, feeling the tension building in my legs and
crotch simultaneously. I watched myself in the mirror and noticed how
muscular my thighs had become and that I was looking more like a teenager
than a little boy, and then the orgasm hit me in a sneak attack, and I kept
stroking and bouncing at a much slower pace until finally my body
protested. I was sweaty and tired and I stretched out on the bed, feeling
the coolness of the sheets though the thin running suit. I had just gotten
comfortable, when the flasher went off on the phone, and at the other end
was my friend Mike.

     "Hey Mike, what's going on?"

     "Well, want to make five more bucks?"

     After a brief pause I said, "Yeah."

     Mike went on to tell me that his folks had to take his sister out of
town to some dance competition that night and they would let me stay over,
as long as it was okay with my Mom. I told Mike I'd call him back in a few
and hung up, then went upstairs to ask.

     My Mom said yes without really thinking about it and then commented on
how nice the running suit was, adding to make sure I wrote my father a nice
thank you note. I asked her if she'd drive me over, and she told me to get
my stuff ready and then we could go. I called Mike back from the upstairs
phone and told me it was a go and I'd be over soon.

     I went downstairs and packed a change of clothes, and carefully hid
one of the better dirty magazines in my gym bag. I also changed out of my
running outfit and put on some undies and then a blue pair of the new
shorts along with a new Nike shirt. I kept the running shoes on as they
were too comfortable to take off.

     As my Mom drove me over to Mike's house she went down a list of what
she expected me to do and how I was to act, but my mind was on making five
dollars. We pulled into the driveway and my Mom gave me a kiss and then I
ran to his front door, trying not to get drenched. When Mike answered the
door he was clad in just a pair of grey sweatshorts and he gave me some
good news.

     His parents had already left.

     Home alone was about to take on a new meaning!