Date: Thu, 22 Feb 2001 01:19:57 -0000
From: Pistol Pete <beanderful@hotmail.com>
Subject: Genie in a Bottle

The following story is total fiction. Any relationship to persons living or
dead is purely accidental and unintended.

This story depicts sexual acts between people of the same sex (male), some
of whom are under age.  If you find this concept distasteful, or if it is
illegal where you live, or if you are underage, please stop reading now.

This story is dedicated to two friends, who shall remain nameless.  They
will live on in the struggle for caring for boys and loving them, despite
the injustice of a culture which chooses too often to let boys be thrown
away.  The story is also dedicated to two young men I love with every ounce
of my being.  They are brave, loving, smart, and and always in my heart.

If you have comments, I go by the name of beanboy at www.docraven.com, and
am a frequent visitor.  Otherwise, you may reach me at
beanboycard@mailandnews.com.  Enjoy.


Genie in a Bottle

Chapter One


I stood outside the room for a moment, tears streaming from my eyes, I was
12 years old, and my life was in that room.  My very existence was trying
so hard to beat with his heart and breath through his lungs, and it was my
fault.  All my fault.  He wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me.

He was broken.  Like a rag doll.  God help me, I will never pull another
trick on Jason again as long as I live!  Please God, don't let him die!

Jason's Dad came up to me and put his arm around me.  His hugs were
familiar over the last six months.  I'd become part of the family, and my
Dad was always on missions.  We both stood there and watched my boyfriend
and his son as he struggled for breath.

A broken pelvis, a broken leg, and a badly hurt kidney.  I cried!  It was
my fault.  But I couldn't tell his dad.  Still, his Dad knew how close we
were, and he held me as we sat beside the bed.

I was tired.  Since we too Rollie to the emergency room eight hours ago I'd
not batted an eye.  I was tired, and I laid back into Roger Kallen's arms.
It was as if I was in Rollie's, a little, but I was so tired.  I started to
think of the eight short months we'd known each other.  Ours was a
wonderful closeness.


I walked along the beach alone, and a little afraid.  We'd just moved here
two weeks before, my mom, dad and little rugrat brother.  Six years old!
And he was a total pest.  The whole time I'd been forced to watch him while
Mom and Dad unpacked and straightened the house.  Now I'd finally been able
to walk across A1A to the beach and check it out.  Alone, without my three
foot shadow.

I'm Roland, but I've always been called Rollie.  I turned 11 in November,
but now I'm in a different school.  I was in fifth grade and already in the
third school.  My Dad is in the Air Force, you see, and we get moved around
a lot.  This time is supposed to be for a long time, cause he is going to
fly the Space Shuttle now.  So we moved to Cocoa Beach, Florida.  I guess
that it's better than living in the high desert at Edwards, or in the cold
mountains in Plattsburg, New York.

I haven't made any friends yet.  Coming to a new school in April sucks.
And it looks like if I don't make friends soon I'll have to play with my
brother when summer comes.  I mean, it's not like there are kids in my
neighborhood - it's like all big cars driven by shrunken old men who can
barely see over the steering wheel.  Why is it they all wear hats?  Dad
said we have to be extra careful cause the guys probably can't see ten feet
in front of themselves.  Florida, land of the walking dead - that should be
on the license plates.

I guess I'm in an all-around bad mood.  No friends yet, and having to watch
my brother, and my Dad is never home!  Mom's ok.  Shoot, she was even cool
when she walked in the room the other day and I was playing with my dick!
I mean, it was hard and I was sliding the foreskin back to look at the
head, and she walked right in.  She just said sorry and left real quick,
but later she apologized again and said that I shouldn't be embarrassed and
all.  Still, I think I'll only do that at night with the lights out, or
maybe in the bathroom with a padlock on the door.  Sheesh!

So, here I was, wearing a long bright red bathing suit, wading on the shore
of the Atlantic Ocean and looking down at the sea shells.  Holding my
T-Shirt and sandals in my hand and as white as could be.  Everyone had a
better tan than me.  I guess I was feeling sorry for myself.  The only fun
I'd had the last few days was playing with my dick, but I still was a
little puzzled.  What were all the guys talking about?  I mean, it felt
good, but they talked like it was better than Chunky Monkey ice cream!

I'd been walking for a while, and I hadn't even found a good shell.  But I
did find an old blue bottle.  It was square, and the top was round with a
long neck and it had a real smooth rounded lip on it - like the ocean
polished it or something.  It reminded me a little of the edges of the head
of my dick when I peeled back the skin.  I remembered the night before.  My
little brother had thrown a tantrum until we had to watch Aladdin for the
fiftieth time.  OK, some of it was cool, but they had to have that thing
between Aladdin and the girl.  It's a kid's movie for shit's sake!  Why do
they have to include all that mushy stuff?  I liked the monkey and the
genie best.

Well, if this bottle was a lamp, I know what I'd hope for.  I'd hope for a
friend.  All the kids I ever knew had sleepovers and best friends and
everything, but I never had a best friend and I wanted one badly.  I wanted
to wrestle with him, and I wanted him to show me all the cool stuff to do
here in Cocoa Beach.  I mean, I'd seen the strip of businesses on A1A, and
all the neon lights and cheesy bars and motels.  And my Dad took me into
Ron Jons for a couple of minutes.  That was wild!  But I wanted someone to
play Playstation with, and whisper in each other's ears.

I stood there a few minutes, then closed my eyes and wished.  I know it was
dumb.  I did it anyway.  I wanted a best friend who loved me for me.

Then I turned back to walk down the beach again and all of a sudden I had
to pee.  I looked up.  It was pretty crowded.  There were lots of families
around.  I'd gotten all the way back to Lori Wilson Park, which was across
A1A from our subdivision.  Lots of kids were in the water - there were even
surfers, and a few kids were playing on boogie boards, though the surf
didn't look quite right for it.  I hadn't even gotten more than my feet wet
and I needed to pee like a race horse!

It was a long decision to make.  I could trudge all the way through the
sand and go to the parking lot where the restrooms were (I passed them on
the way in), or I could put down my shirt and sandals and wade in above my
waist and pee in the ocean.  I didn't have a towel with me though.  So I
headed up the sand, walked up the wooden stairs and along the wooden
sidewalk and through the dunes to the parking lot.

Most everyone else must have been peeing in the ocean.  The only one at the
rest rooms was a boy about my size, maybe a couple inches taller.  He was
wearing a blue speedo and he had brown hair, but it was light and almost
blond from the sun.  His stomach was flat, and I noticed the bulge in his
speedo, and my dick started to get hard.  I never saw another boy's dick
before.  I mean, my brother's doesn't count.  I was curious about what he
looked like down there.  I'm sure I blushed as I walked by him.  He looked
at me, too.

I went in and stepped up to the urinal on the right and worked on untying
the knot in my shorts when he walked up beside me and pulled down the front
of his speedos.  My eyes instantly went to his penis.  It was mostly hard,
and wet, and it stuck out with very little foreskin covering the end.

"You like what you see?"

The boy talked to me!  I looked away fast, blushed harder, and finished
untying my suit.  Automatically I pulled it down, and I breathed a sigh of
relief.  I guess I was scared enough that my penis wasn't hard anymore.  I
let go with a powerful stream, then looked up at the boy's face next to me.

"I wasn't looking!"

He smiled, looked down at me, and said, "Well, I am, and I think yours is
cute.  Man, you got more foreskin than I've ever seen before!"

I finished and shook it off and was going to tuck my penis back in my pants
when he reached over and put his hand on my dick.  It was like an electric
shock went through me.

"It feels good, too.  What's under that foreskin?  Oh, my name is Jason.
Shake?"  Then he jiggled my dick up and down and giggled.  It didn't jiggle
much though.  It had grown all by itself in his hand.

He had a pretty voice, like he was almost singing.  I looked up at him.

"Um, I'm Rollie.  It's short for Roland.  And, um..."  I was afraid a
little that someone would come in, but it felt so much better to have
someone else play with my dick that I just stood there and let him.  I
looked down and just watched it grow while he played with my little balls
and then pulled back my foreskin."

"Yeah, you got a good one!"  Then he took his hand away and pulled his
speedo up.  His hard dick was outlined by the nylon, but it was only four
and a half inches long or so.  It was longer than mine, and a little
thicker too.  Still, I'd be totally embarrassed to go back outside with a
stiff one like that showing through the skimpy suit.

"Come on, let's go play in the water."

I put my dick back in my shorts and nodded.  I then picked up my T-Shirt
and sandals from the counter and followed him like a dazed puppy back out
and down the wooden sidewalk to the beach.

"Hey, but I didn't bring a towel!"

"Don't worry, Rollie, you can use mine.  And tell you what, I'll even play
with that thing of yours more later."  He winked at me over his shoulder.

We were almost to the high tide line when he pointed to a towel that had a
pair of shorts on it, some sunglasses and a backpack of stuff.  I threw
down my Taz T-Shirt and Jason was already to the surf!  I ran after him.

We had a great time.  Well, at least we did after I got used to the water.
It wasn't really cold or anything, but cold enough to shrink my boner.  I
kinda regretted that, but then we had a ton of fun!

We rode the waves for a while.  We'd stand in water about waist deep, and
when a wave came we'd launch ourselves forward with it and bodysurf as far
as we could.  Then we'd pick ourselves up and try it again.

Jason was looking at me the whole time.  I guess I was looking at him, too.
I envied his tan, and he was so comfortable.  I mean, he was almost naked
in the speedo, and it didn't bother him.  I got this incredible urge to see
his dick again.  As I thought about it, I started to get hard again.  Then
Jason came up to me and we just stood there in the deeper water.

"Rollie?  Did you like it when I felt your dick?"

I shrugged, then replied.  "Well, it felt a whole lot better than when I do
it.  Guess what?"

"What?"  He came even closer to me, and the waves almost knocked us down,
so we both giggled for a minute.

"I was playing with it the other day.  You see, we just moved here two
weeks ago, and Mom is all over the house putting things away, and she
walked in and saw me.  I almost died!"

Jason laughed a little.  "That's nothing.  Well, in my family we all go
around naked all the time.  Even my Mom.  And my little brother gets wood
all the time.  But he doesn't play with I, at least not much.  He's eleven.
We're on the top of that condo over there.  We have a big apartment.  And I
have my own bedroom and a computer.  It looks out over the ocean and it's
just great going to sleep listening to the waves.  You gotta come over some
time.

"You have a computer?  Do you have an internet connection?  I do, but my
Mom has Net Nanny!  I can't go anywhere but like Disney or something!"  It
was so cool!  I had a friend.  I got a huge grin on my face.

"Yeah, I got the internet, and I can show you places where the pictures and
stories will get this thing really hard!"  At that Jason reached down and
squeezed me in the crotch!  Immediately I started to get hard.  Heck, I was
already half way there.  I guess just being near Jason did it.

"Um, Jason?  Can I touch yours?  I mean, it feels great you know!"

He just looked at me!  Then he got really close, and he whispered softly in
my ear.  "Rollie, I've been waiting for you to grab it.  But let me warn
you, it's bigger than yours.  Go ahead!"  The whole time he had started
pulling on my dick, pulling the skin back and forth.  It was wild.  All of
a sudden the ocean felt very warm.

I reached his suit and he took his hands off me to pull it down enough, and
I felt along his dick.  It was rock hard, and it felt a little bigger than
mine, and it was soft.  The skin was just barely covering the head, and I
pulled it back and squeezed on his head lightly and he jumped a little.  I
looked him in the eyes, and he was looking right at me.

Just then a guy on a surf board crashed by us, maybe seven feet away!  I
took my hand away and jumped, and my bare butt showed out of the water.  I
quickly pulled up my suit and so did Jason.

"Hey, that was neat, Jason!  I loved the way you jumped!"

Jason smiled, then he grabbed me and hugged me.  It felt warm, even on a 75
degree day.  And he whispered to me.  "Rollie, I think we're going to be
good friends.  I've only been here for six months, and I don't have a best
friend yet.  Will you be mine?"

I just dropped my mouth open and stared for a second.  "Jason, I just
wished for a best friend on the beach.  Promise not to laugh?"

Jason nodded.

"Well, I found a funny looking bottle and I pretended it was a Genie's
lamp.  See, I I haven't met any friends yet.  My Dad works on the Shuttle.
We move a lot.  I never had a best friend ever.  So I wished for one.  I
mean, like I asked the pretend genie for one.  Like seconds before we met
even!"  I was a little afraid to say it all, but it just gushed out.  I
found myself near tears at the end, like I was feeling real sorry for
myself or something.  Jason put his hand to my face.

"Rollie, my family moves a lot too.  And my Dad works with the Shuttle
program too.  We lived in Houston for two years until we moved here in
November.  I guess I know what it's like to be lonely, too."  He squeezed
me in a big hug and then let me go.  I went all gooey inside for a moment.
It felt strange and nice.

"Come on, Rollie, I'm hungry.  Let's walk up to Ron Jons for some ice
cream."  He started to wade ashore.

"Cool!  I was there with my Dad, but didn't get to look at almost anything!
Can we go in and check out the surf boards?"

Jason turned around.  "Rollie, how old are you?"

"Eleven and a half.  I turn 12 on November 3rd."  It seemed like a sudden
question to me.

"Wow!  I'm 13 and turn 14 on November 13th!  So we're almost two years
apart.  I'm little for my age, though, because I have a little problems
with my glands.  The Doctor says I'll be about two years behind in
growing."

"Why'd you ask me how old I am Jase?"

"Well, you asked permission or something - well, it almost sounded that
way, and if we're going to be friends, then we don't ask permission, except
maybe for one thing, OK?"

My jaw dropped a little.  "OK, it's a deal!  What's the one thing?"

"Well," he grinned really big at me and his smile had dimples in the
corners.  I couldn't help but smile back.  We were on the sand now, and
walking towards the towel, and then he grabbed me by the shoulders and he
faced me and he whispered in my ear.  "I figure we only have ask permission
if I want to hold your dick and play with it, or if you want to do it to
me!"  Then he let go of me, smirked, and turned towards his towel.

I was a little shaken, but I followed.  After all, I only started playing
with my own dick in the last two weeks!  And here was a guy who I liked a
whole lot who was talking about wanting to play with it.  And he even
wanted me to play with his, I think!  I was confused, but as I walked
behind Jason I realized I was smiling really big.

We picked up our stuff and we walked down the beach.  It was about a mile
to Ron Jons, so we had lots of time to talk.

"Rollie, what grade are you in?"

"I'm in fifth, Jason, and the kids are real nerds!  We learned so much more
when I lived near Edwards!  I mean, they were way ahead.  I'm about to fall
asleep during class!  What is this place, Alabama or something?  They were
almost this dumb when we lived in Huntsville!"

"Rollie, the same thing happened to me.  We moved from New Mexico last
time.  The whole town was filled with kids of Ph.D.s.  I mean, all the kids
were smart and the school was way ahead of anything.  Then I get plunked
down here where the guys can barely spell their own names.  I bet it's the
same thing you're going through."

"Yeah, the whole school seems to be filled with farm boys.  But I don't see
a farm nearby.  I guess maybe they're all stupid!"

"Well, Rollie, I don't think they're really stupid.  After all, their Moms
and Dads decided to live here near this wonderful ocean!  I mean, that
takes some smarts, doesn't it?  I never thought I'd ever see something so
great as the ocean.  I mean, New Mexico is all dry land and jackrabbits!
Total waste of space!"

We walked on more.  The sand was wet, and I was starting to feel it in my
legs.  I guess this was a different kind of walking than I was used to.
Jason seemed to be used to it though.  The worst part was that my
knee-length suit was starting to rub on my thighs and cause blisters.  I
think the sand in the crotch wasn't a good thing.

"Jason, can we go slower?  My bathing suit is rubbing and it hurts.  I
can't wait until it's dry."

"Oh, sorry Rollie.  I just walk really fast a lot.  Let's sit down and wait
until it's dry.  Let's go up by that dune there and check it out.  We're
most of the way there.  Maybe we can just sit until it's dry."

We walked up towards a big condo building.  It was all condos or hotels the
whole way up the beach.  I guess people liked to live on the beach.  We sat
down on Jason's towel, and faced towards the ocean.  There weren't all that
many people around.

"So, Rollie, where is it hurting you?"

"Gosh, Jason, it's like rubbing between my legs and at the top.  It hurts
pretty bad.  I'm not sure if I can even get back it hurts so bad."

"Well, Rollie, you notice my bag here?  I have some Neosporin and some Aloe
in it - my Mom makes me bring it to the beach in case of a jellyfish sting
or sunburn.  I bet the Neosporin will help.  Show me where!"

"Jason!  We're right out here on the beach!  Someone will see!  I mean, the
dune here won't hide us at all!"

"Look, Rollie!  You need some help here and I can help!  The nearest people
are really pretty far away, and they're not paying attention to a couple
kids like us.  They're paying attention to their own kids, who are paying
attention to their dumb sand castles.  Untie your suit and we'll do this
and nobody will notice at all!"  He rumbled around in his bag and brought
out a tube of Neosporin and a tube of Aloe gel.  "Come on, Rollie!"

I untied my suit and pulled the waistband as big as I could get it.  I
looked in there and my dick was a little shrivelled thing.  It looked like
a tan little prune.  I didn't want him to see it like that, but I guess I
didn't have a choice.  I blushed a lot - I knew because my face was really
hot.

Jason put his arm around my shoulder.  "Rollie, don't be embarrassed.  I
liked your dick a lot when it was big, and I just peeked, and I know it's
as small as can be.  Now I'm going to put the towel over your waist, and I
want you to slip your bathing suit off a little.  I got to see what I'm
doing, right?"

I was almost crying.  It was almost as embarrassing as when I got poison
ivy two years before and my Mom had to come in and put calamine on my
balls.  But I wasn't getting boners all the time then, and I didn't have a
brand new best friend who was going to see my dick like it was the size of
a two year old's!

I slipped them down anyway, and Jason held the towel over me.  I couldn't
figure out how he was going to do this, then he spoke up.

"Rollie, watch the people and see if they look our way.  I bet they don't.
I'm going to take the tubes of stuff here and duck my head under the towel
and check it out.  Then I'll put some Neosporin on, and some Aloe too!  It
should help heal the scratched up part, and the aloe will make it feel even
better.  And it's slippery too, so it'll make it so it doesn't get
scratched any more.  Are you ready?"

By now I had tears running down my face.  I nodded.

"Hey, Rollie!  I'll make sure you feel better."  Jason looked me in the
eyes, but I was blushing really hard and I was scared.  "Listen, we're
going to be best friends.  Someday I'm going to be hurt and you'll have to
scrape the pebbles out of my knee or something, and I'm going to cry just
like you are now.  You know what you gotta promise me?"

I just shook my head, the tears coming even faster.

"You gotta promise to wipe my tears away like this."  Then Jason leaned in
and kissed me on the cheek and sucked up the tears on my right cheek.  My
jaw dropped, but he didn't stop there.  Then he did my left cheek too!  It
tickled, and before I knew it I was giggling.  "Stop it or I'll pee my
pants, Jase!"

"Uh, Rollie, your dick isn't long enough to pee these pants right now!
They're at your knees you know!"  We both started giggling, and it was all
we could do to keep the towel over me.  We were hugging each other tight,
and I couldn't remember when I felt so good, even with the fire that I felt
between my legs.  Finally we calmed down, and I shoved Jason a little.

"Well, Jason, if you're going to go see how long my dick is, you better get
down there!"  Then I spread my legs under the towel and shoved him again.
"Well, are you going to do it?"  I giggled some more and Jason looked up at
me and gave me a devilish smile.

Then he lifted the towel and stuck his head under it, and started feeling
around.  I felt his breath on my belly, and then on my dick, and then his
fingers started moving around on my thighs.  Then he hit a tender spot!

"Ouch!  Careful Jason, it hurts down there!"

Jason jumped when I did, and then the elbow that was propping him up fell,
and he dropped his head in my lap - right on my dick!  I yelped again, but
also giggled!

"Jason, if you wanted to lick my dick you have to ask, you know!  I mean,
those are your rules, right!"  I giggled harder.  It felt like we were two
of the three stooges here, but a little naughty.  "Just spread the stuff
down there!"  I laid back and giggled even more.  And I noticed too that my
dick was no longer little.  It was growing again!

Jason looked up at me with the towel over his head and grinned.  "Rollie,
I'll ask later if I can lick it, OK?  Right now I'm just going to spread
this cream!  But you better watch out soon, cause you might see more cream
later!"  He winked at me and I gulped!  I didn't know what he meant, but I
knew it was dirty, and that it made my dick even harder just to think about
it.

After that things went ok.  Jason spread some of the Neosporin on my inner
thighs.  It was almost cold.  Not really that.  It soothed things a lot
down there!  It felt really good.

"Jason, am I bleeding down there?"

"Nah, Rollie, just scraped a lot.  Lots of little red spots, like if you
had a rash or something."  He kept working.

Every time he spoke his breath hit my dick and it became harder.  I was
stunned!  Jason's hands on my thighs felt great, and the breath on my dick
felt even better!  I thought I was going to die, it felt so good.  It was
scary!  I never felt like that before.

"Jason, put on the aloe and let's get going!  I mean, my dick is getting
hard here, and I'm not sure my suit will get on again!"  I giggled some
more, and Jason broke down laughing, his cheek just grazing my dick, and it
popped up even harder!

"Come on, it's getting really weird here!  Get a move on, Jason!  I think
there's a lady over there looking at us!"

Well, there wasn't a lady looking at us, but I felt so strange, like my
brain was going to float away.  He wasn't touching my dick, but now it was
practically jumping on my belly in time to my heartbeat.  It was almost
scary how hard it was.

Jason quickly spread some aloe all between my legs, then he grabbed the top
of my bathing suit.

"Lift up your butt, Rollie!"  I lifted my cheeks off the sand he pulled up
my suit, but right before he covered my dick up he ducked his head in and
gave it a kiss about half way down.  I yelped, but before I could do more
he had my suit up and tossed me the towel.

"What's wrong, Rollie, you look like you saw a ghost or something!"

"You kissed it!  Why'd you do that?"

"Uh, I don't know, Rollie.  I guess it just looked ready to be kissed.  I
mean, I told you earlier it was cute, right?"

"But, I mean, boys don't do that!  Do they?"

"Rollie, I'm older than you.  Trust me, boys do lots of things when they're
best friends."  He leaned in really close to me, almost pinning me in the
sand.  Jason's eyes were staring at me from just inches away.  "And we're
going to be best friends, Rollie, I know we are."

Then he kissed me on the lips for three or four seconds, but it seemed like
forever and almost no time all at once.  My dick jumped again in my pants,
and I felt Jason's on my hip as he leaned on me.  I was confused and scared
and I think I was in love.  With a boy yet!

Then Jason got up and pulled his shirt down so the tail of it covered the
bulge in his speedos.  He was definitely hard.  He held his hand down to
help me up, and soon we were standing and ready to go.

"So, how's it feel, Rollie?"

"Gosh, it almost made me scream!  I mean, my dick jumped and like,
lightning went up my body, and I thought it was going to burst!  It felt
great!"  I smiled at him, almost light headed and I bet I was blushing.

"No, silly, I know that felt good, I mean between your legs!  The Neosporin
and the aloe, doofus!"

I blushed.  I guess I couldn't stop thinking about his lips.  "Oh!  Well,
that feels pretty good too.  Slippery, you know?  I think it's ok.  How
much farther do we have to go?"

"It's about another quarter mile to Ron Jons, then we have to walk back,
but we'll do that on A1A, OK?  Then I'll show you where I live when we pass
it.  And I want to show you my secret place, too.  By then it'll probably
be dinner time."

"Cool!  A secret place!  I like that a lot.  I figured the houses and
things were so close together and that there were all these huge condos
that there was practically no place to go and be away from everyone."  We
were making good time now, walking with our feet in the water and carrying
our things.

"There's a few spots, Rollie.  I mean, there's my secret place.  But we
also have a pool at my condo.  And there's a sauna that nobody ever uses.
I get naked in there and sweat tons and then put on the speedos and run out
and jump into the pool.  It feels so good - makes your skin tingle all
over!"

"Wow, I mean, I like the ocean and all - I had a great time playing and
body surfing and stuff.  But I love a pool.  My Dad told me that the city
pool is too far for me to walk to."

"The city pool is close enough for a bike, but my Mom and Dad don't let me
ride on A1A and riding on sidewalks isn't really that fun.  You have to
dodge all the old people.  Some of them even have walkers!  And you can't
get anywhere around here without going on A1A.  Like, my bike is useless
here!"

"Oh!  Well, I can ride all over my neighborhood, Jason.  I got a mountain
bike, and there's a couple empty lots back towards the Intercoastal.  I
checked them out once so far.  I think lots of kids use them.  There's tons
of tracks back there, and even old parts, like pedals and stuff, lying
around."

It was crazy.  One minute he'd kissed my dick, then my lips, and we were
both really, really hard.  The next we were just talking like boys do,
about stuff.  Just stuff.  About this point Jason turned away from the
ocean and I followed.  The quarter mile to Ron Jons had gone by quickly.
We went past a little motel, and then a across a street, and then across
the Ron Jons parking lots.  There was tons of space to cross before we
finally got to Ron Jons.  But we'd put on our sandals before we left the
beach, so it wasn't hot or anything.

"So, Rollie, ice cream first, or you want to explore the store?  If we
explore first, then we can eat the ice cream on the way back, I guess."

"Yeah, let's do that!"

Ron Jons is like this huge store devoted to beach supplies and stuff.  They
have a goofy looking shark as a logo, and they have advertisements for the
place on highways as far away as a thousand miles or something.  A total
tourist trap, I guess, but it was like a candy store to a kid like me.
There were two stories, and stuff was all in sections.  Beach toys, surf
boards, skate boards, sandals, swimming suits, goofy souvenirs!  The place
had everything.

Jason and I wandered around and checked out the beach toys (he already had
paddles and balls), then we checked out the funny hats.  He looked really
funny in the one with the fake dredlocks attached to it.  Then we checked
out the skate boards.  My Dad would never let me get one, but I think he
might go for inline skates.  I really wanted some.  Eventually we were by
the swimming suits.  There were speedos as far as the eye could see.

"Hey, Rollie!"  Jason had taken a black speedo with green stripes off the
rack and was holding it.  "We gotta get you one of these.  You'd look
really hot in it!  Besides, you won't scrape your legs in a speedo.  Come
on, try it on!"

"Here?  They let you?"

"Sure, we'll just go in the dressing rooms.  It's not crowded up here.
It'll just be us."  He walked towards me practically waving the speedo in
my face.

"Why do you have to be there, Jason?  I can do it myself, you know!"  But
secretly I wanted him there.  I was already getting hard.

"Well, Rollie, someone has to judge whether it fits in all the right
places, and I've worn speedos for years!  I'm going to be the expert for
you!"  He winked at me, then nudged me until I followed him to the dressing
room.

We got in and closed the curtain and he just stood there with his arms
folded.

"Come on, Rollie, it's not like I haven't seen it before.  Besides, I'm
getting hungry.  Uh, for ice cream.  Get with it."

I was embarrassed all of a sudden.  Yeah, he'd seen it in the rest rooms,
and he'd felt it in the water, and he even kissed it when he was helping me
earlier.  But I hadn't ever stripped for anyone before since my Mom used to
give me baths.  I couldn't hardly remember that at all.

I untied my suit though, and slipped it off.  My dick was hard and sticking
straight out, and the T-Shirt fell on the top of it.  It looked like a nose
peeking out of a tent or something.

"Sorry, Jason, I guess my dick likes speedos or something."

Jason crossed the remaining two feet or so, slipped his hand down and
grabbed my dick, and then he whispered in my ear.  "Don't worry, Rollie, I
like it that way!"  Then he let it go and backed away again.  He was really
smiling again, and those dimples were back in his cheeks.  I couldn't help
but just grin at him when he got those dimples.

"Well, I don't always get hard!  I mean, it gets hard and seems to stay
that way forever, no matter what I do!  It can get embarrassing and
uncomfortable."  I took the speedos from him and started putting them on.

"You mean you don't jerk off, Rollie?  I mean, that's the way to make it go
down."  Jason sounded almost like he was concerned that I was a retard or
something.  But he wasn't making fun of me.  It sounded more like he was
concerned.

I pulled on the speedo, taking great care to tuck in my dick.  "I heard
about jerking off before, but I don't know anything."  As if waving my hard
dick in front of me didn't get me embarrassed enough, now I sounded like a
loser.  I couldn't meet Jason's eyes, and I'm sure I was blushing huge.

Jason put his hand under my chin and lifted it up.  "Don't worry, Rollie, I
didn't really know how until last year.  I'll show you how to get off
later.  And by the way, that suit looks great, even if it doesn't fit quite
right in the front."  He reached his other hand down ans stroked the length
of my dick through the nylon of the speedos.

We both giggled, and I changed out of them.  We agreed that when I got
Jason to meet my parents he'd help work on them to buy me a speedo.  We
left the changing rooms, then we went outside and got ice cream from the
window in the back of Ron Jons.  I got banana, and Jason got chocolate, and
we walked back along A1A talking about pretty much nothing.

Finally I looked up and we were back at the entrance to Wilson Park.  I
looked up and the street sign said 'I Dream of Jeannie Drive.'  "Hey,
Jason!  Look at the sign!  They spelled 'genie' wrong!  But that's cool!  I
wished I had a genie to get me a best friend, and it's on the sign by the
park where we met!  It's like magic!"

"Doofus - 'I Dream of Jeannie' is a really bad TV show from the 60's.  I
saw it on TV Land.  It has this girl in a skimpy outfit.  Gross!  The man
in the show was an astronaut, and they supposedly lived in Cocoa Beach.
That's why they have the sign.  But it's pretty cool that it's where we
met.  We ought to go find that bottle so we can save it.  Maybe make it a
symbol of our friendship.  Where did you put it?"

We were finished with the ice cream and walking across the parking lot
towards the beach.

"I put it under the wooden walkway.  It's probably still there."

"Well, Rollie, I'm going to show you my secret place, right, so maybe we
can hide it there!  Then it will be our secret place."

"OK, let's get it."  I started trotting, which is kinda hard to do in
sandals, and Jason followed.  We got to the walkway, and it took me a
couple minutes to find the bottle.  Finally I reached under the wooden
sidewalk and pulled it out and held it out to Jason.

"There it is - isn't it cool?"

"Wow, Rollie, that's the darkest blue glass I ever saw!"  Then Jason held
it up to my face and just stared at me.

"What?"  It felt weird, but kinda good to be stared at, but we were in
front of bunches of people.  I was blushing like twice an hour around
Jason!

"Your eyes change color, Rollie!  I mean, they were sorta bluish green
before, and when I hold this up they turn lots more blue.  I never saw
anyone's eyes do that before.  They're kinda pretty."

"Thanks, but, well, you're embarrassing me in front of everyone, Jason.
Llet's go to your secret place and you can stare all you want, OK?"

Jason led the way, and I watched his butt while following.  I guess I
figured out right then what he meant by liking how I looked when I tried on
the speedo.  His butt poked out under his T-Shirt and I didn't know how to
describe it, but once again my dick started getting hard.  What was this!
I mean, I was getting hard by looking at anything, and now while looking at
my new best friend's butt!

We walked on the wooden walkways through a forest of scrubby looking trees.
The sign said they were environmentally protected, but they just looked
like overgrown bushes to me.  I mean, they went up ten feet above our
heads, and they almost met over the walkway, but still, they were just huge
shrubs!  I kept following on the walkway, which was elevated maybe three
feet above the sand underneath, and we'd twisted through a lot of turns and
everything, and then Jason stopped.

"Rollie, nobody ever comes back here.  I mean, it's supposed to be a park
and all, and like protected and everything, but there are only so many
bushes a person can look at before falling asleep, you know?  I've been
back here for hours and nobody came by.  Once a couple came by and the guy
felt up the girl's tits, but almost nobody else even bothers."

"You mean this is the secret place?"  I mean, it was on a sidewalk, it
wasn't very secret at all.

"No, the secret place is just around the corner.  See the little sign
here?"

There was a sign that said no littering, and someone had drawn a dick on
the stick figure than was dropping trash into the trash can.  It was funny!
But the dick was way too big.

Jason spoke again.  "That's the marker so you know you're close.  Follow
me."

I followed, we turned the corner and Jason ducked under the handrail and
slipped through a little opening in the shrubs and I followed.  We only had
to walk about fifteen feet, and all of a sudden there was a clearing less
than ten feet across.  You could see straight up to the sky, and you could
hear the cars out on A1A, but there was no way you could be seen unless it
was by a bird or something.  The clearing had crabgrass on the ground even.
It was a perfect hideaway.

"Jason, this is sweet!  I mean, you could play here all day and nobody
would ever find you!  Totally cool!"

"You know what I do, Rollie?  When the sun is directly overhead I take off
my clothes and try to get an all over tan.  It feels really great to be
naked just a few feet from the highway and know that nobody can even see
you!"

"Wow!  I guess that would be pretty fun.  I've never been naked outside
before, except under a towel about an hour and a half ago."

"Tell you what, Rollie, if you get naked here, I'll show you how to make
your dick go down when it gets hard.  I mean, I'll show you how to get an
orgasm.  Or are you chicken?"

I squirmed a little.  Christ, Jason was really bold!  But he was my best
friend now, and I couldn't go back on a dare.  I pulled my shirt off.  "OK,
I'll get naked if you do too!  And you have to kiss it again, or are you
chicken?"

This time Jason smiled and the dimples popped into his cheeks like magic.
"It's a deal, Rollie.  I'll kiss it for sure!"  Then he took off his shirt
and as I was lowering my shorts he pulled off his speedo to reveal a very
hard dick.

Mine was hard as a rock too, all four inches of it.  He slid his speedos
off the rest of the way and we stood there just staring at each other and
the world went quiet.  Actually, we were staring at each other's dicks.
Mine was four inches and pointing in the sky.  It was so hard the red head
was beginning to peek out of the foreskin.  I think my foreskin must have
been really long, cause it almost never did that.  I always had to slide
the skin back to see the head at all.

Jason's was a half inch longer than mine and a little thicker, and his head
was lamost half showing.  It was a little darker than mine, and it was
shiny.  It even looked a little wet.  It looked pretty and it was pointing
right at me.  Not completely to the sky, but right up into my face.

"Now what, Jason?  I mean, we could take our sandals off too, I guess."  I
wanted him to do something.  The tension was making me edgy and impatient.

"Tell you what, Rollie, I'll show you how to do it, and then you'll
practice on my, and then I'll kiss your dick and show you your own orgasm,
OK?"  He moved his hand to his dick and moved the skin up and down.

"You see what I'm doing Rollie?  Jerking off is when you move the skin back
and forth like this.  You start slow and soon you go faster.  And the good
feeling gets better and better and it's almost like you explode.  Come
here.  You can try it."

"I can try it here, Jason!"

"No, I want you to try it on me so I can tell you if you're doing it right.
Then I'll do yours.  But I'll kiss it too, like I promised.  Come on."

I walked over, and reached my hand out and grabbed Jason's dick from his
hand.  It was really hot.

"No, Rollie, stand over hear beside and a little behind me.  That way it
will feel like you're doing your own."

I was getting impatient, but I took my hand off his dick and pressed to his
right side.  At least his butt cheek felt good against my own dick.  Then I
reached around and grabbed his dick with my whole fist and pulled the skin
back slowly until the whole angry purple head popped out and practically
lit up the clearing.  Jason shuddered next to me, so I wrapped my other arm
around him.

"That feels great, Rollie, especially the hug too.  Keep doing it, but you
don't have to use your whole hand if you don't want.  You can experiment.
Also, remember that as you go along you'll want to grab it firmer and
firmer and start sliding it faster and faster.  You'll be able to tell by
how I react."

"OK, Jase, just let me do it!"  I really wanted to.  I guess I couldn't
have imagined doing this in my dreams, but the dick was hot in my hand and
it was a little wet on the end.

"Hey, Jason, did you just pee or something?"  I continued slowly moving his
skin back and forth, and I stared down and his dick from his shoulder.  It
was almost mesmerizing.  It was like watching a machine, like it wasn't
really my arm or something, but then I changed my grip a little so only my
thumb and a couple fingers were touching it.  Now I could see more of it.
It was so hard, yet the skin slipped up and down really easy.

"Uh, it's not pee, Rollie.  It's called pre-cum.  I shoot stuff when it
feels real good.  The orgasm.  Keep going."  Jason was panting between
every word.  It was like he was running a race or climbing a big hill or
something.  I was even more curious because of the pre cum and because
Jason was panting so hard.

"What's the pre stuff like, Jase?"

"Feel it" He was panting even harder as I pulled on the skin faster.  "It's
slippery."

I tried to keep my hand moving, but my rhythm was a little upset and I took
my index finger and rubbed the head of his dick as I kept pulling.  I
rubbed the slick stuff around and then put my finger back to the business
of jerking on his dick.

Jason started moaning, and his dick was swelling in my hand.  I moved
faster, and I gripped it harder.  Jason turned his head.  He was breathing
real hard and I could feel it in my hair.  Then he bent his head and kissed
me on the ear.  I sped my hand even faster on my dick, and I started to
pant too.  My dick was rubbing on his side.

"It's close.  Almost, Rollie!"

I wrapped it in my whole fist again and pressed hard and each time the top
of my fist slid across the head of his dick.  Everything was getting
slippery, and it was getting hard to keep holding it.  I did, though, and
Jason sucked the top of my ear between his lips and shuddered.

Just then thin streams of clear liquid came out of the piss hole of his
dick.  Jason pumped his hips and the stuff hit the ground and some of it
spilled on my hand.

"Slow down now, it's over."  Jason released my ear and the stuff stopped
coming out.  It was amazing.  I slowed my hand and then stopped.  Jason's
dick was already getting soft.  I took my hand off of him and brought it up
to my face and sniffed at the stuff.

"That's wild, Jason.  This stuff is really slick.  My hand almost fell off.
Did I do it good?"  The whole experience was overwhelming.  I definitely
wanted to do it again.  And doing it outdoors somehow made it lots better.

"Let me catch my breath a little, Rollie."  He hugged me a little and
turned toward me.  His dick was drooping now, and he smeared some of the
stuff on my hard dick as he embraced me.

"Jase, you're smearing the stuff all over my dick, you know!  And I think
you're going to be kissing it in a minute, remember?"  I was still holding
my hand out that was streaked with his stuff.

Jason let go of me and grabbed my hand and looked at it.  "The stuff is
called 'come' Rollie, and it's not poisonous or anything, see?"  At that he
licked one streak of come off my hand.

"Eww!  That's gross!"  Actually, it felt kinda neat to have him lick my
hand, and my dick got even harder, if that was possible.

"It's not gross, Rollie.  I mean, how would you know?  You haven't tried
it.  And you didn't thin making me do it was gross.  I mean, it was pretty
clear you enjoyed in.  You were poking me with this thing the whole time!"
I guess he was right.  So I put two fingers to my lips and sucked the stuff
off.  Then I looked up and Jason was grinning at me and the dimples were
back.

"I guess it's not so bad.  It's just that it feels dirty because that's
where your pee comes from."

"Rollie, I think if you make your best friend feel as good as you just did,
there's nothing about it that's dirty.  Besides, I heard in science class
that pee is clean and sterile.  Astronauts in training go into the desert,
and when they run out of water they drink their own pee."  Jason was
talking a lot, but he was staring at my dick the whole time.  And he licked
his lips.

"It's your turn now, Rollie.  Do you want to do it standing up, or laying
down?"

"Well, I'll do it like you.  Are you going to kiss it?"

"Definitely!"  Jason got down on his knees in front of me and then smiled
and looked up into my eyes.

"Remember, Rollie.  This might be a secret spot, but people are walking by
on the sidewalk once in a while.  It's scary the first time a little, but
let it happen.  Believe me, you'll love it.  But don't scream!  You were so
good I almost screamed!  If you need to, you can hold my head for balance.
You ready?"

"OK!  Are you going to kiss it first, or after?"

"Watch and see!"

With that Jason put one hand on my dick and pulled the skin back until the
head of it popped out beyond the foreskin.  It was a little tight, but it
felt real good.  He wrapped his other hand around my balls, then he got
real close, and started stroking my dick slowly.  All the way down so the
head shone red in the shadows we were in, then all the way on so the head
was completely covered with skin.

I rolled my eyes and looked up and just concentrated on how good it felt,
and then I felt something different.  Warm and wet.  I looked down quickly
and saw that Jason had put the head of my dick in his mouth and it felt
like he was running his tongue around it.  I wanted to say something, I was
so surprised, but the words wouldn't come out!  I was already panting as
hard as Jason was.  And I was starting to make noise too.

Jason took more of my dick in his mouth, then he stopped the tongue thing
and took it all in.  It was like I was watching a movie or something.  I
mean, there was so much pleasure in my dick that I couldn't believe it came
from such a simple thing.  I heard something, and for a moment I was
scared, then I realized it was me moaning.  I couldn't believe it!  It was
like I was out of my body and the moaning was someone else.  I remembered
Jason's warning, and clamped one hand over my mouth, bracing the other on
his head.

But his head was moving a lot.  God, just five minutes ago I was moving the
skin on Jason's dick and he was going crazy.  But I was doing it with my
fingers.  Jason had his lips clamped down and was moving the skin on my
dick up and down with them.  It was totally awesome, and I didn't know
whether I was going to die or I was going to float to heaven.  But I kept
my hand over my mouth, and my dick felt like it was going to explode.

All of a sudden the feelings got a lot better, more intense, like a storm
over the desert or something!  I saw that when we lived at Edwards.  The
clouds would come in and they were purple and dark and even green
sometimes, and then the exploded and it was like the Fourth of July.  I
looked down and Jason's lips were on me, but his dimples were there too!  I
thought how much I loved the dimples, and I felt his lips, and the slimey
motion on my dick and how much the head of my dick tickled and I brought
both hands down and I grabbed his hair.  I wasn't in control anymore.  I
moved my hips and I rammed my dick in his mouth and I bit my upper lip to
keep from screaming.

I pushed it in like five or seven times, and it pulsed and throbbed and
then it was over, and I wanted to fall!  I pushed it into Jason's mouth a
couple more times, then it got really sensitive, and I yanked it out really
quick!  And I fell over on the ground and the crab grass scratched my but.
But I just laid there for a minute.

A minute or two later I opened my eyes and Jason was almost on top of me.
His face was over me, and he bent down and kissed me on the lips.

"Did you like it, Rollie?"

I didn't say anything for a minute.  I just wrapped my arms around Jason
and squeezed him to me.  His weight on me almost knocked the breath out of
me, but I didn't care.  I was in love.

We rolled around a bit, and then Jason kissed me on the ear and whispered
to me.  "Rollie, we have to get dressed and go home now.  Come on.  Let's
get up."

"OK, Jason.  But kiss me first.  That was the best thing I ever had in my
whole life.  I wanna do you the same way."  I reached down and his dick was
still soft.  "I guess I hafta wait until some other time, huh?"

Jason put his lips to mine and then he opened his moth and licked my lips,
and I snaked out my tongue and licked his tongue back.  I wanted to do it a
lot more, but he pulled up off me and pointed his finger at me a lot like
my Mom when she's mad.

"Mister Roland, we have to go home!  Put your shorts on!"  Jason stood up
and helped me up, then he pulled on his T-Shirt.

"Remember, Rollie, we never want to get our parents mad, or they won't let
you stay over at my place next weekend.  And then I won't get to suck your
dick again, right?"

I hurried up and stepped into my swimming suit, then pulled my shirt over
my head.  "Jason, I want to spend the night next weekend.  Are you serious?
Will your Mom and Dad let me come over?"

"Calm down Rollie!  Of course they will.  I'll just tell them I have a new
best friend.  They love me to have friends.  And I'm not going to hear an
argument from you!  You're coming on Friday night next week!"  He slipped
on his speedos, and then he picked up his bag.

"Jason, can't we see each other tomorrow?"

"Nah, I'm going with my church choir tomorrow and we're performing at
Disney.  We won't be home until 7:30 or so.  Otherwise, I'd love to come
back here and have lots more fun!"  Jason reached his arm around me and
hugged me when he said it.

"Well, are you going to call me later?"

We walked towards the wooden sidealk and crawled under the rail and started
walking out.

"I don't have your number, silly!  How can I call you?"

We strolled out hand in hand, and I squeezed his the whole time.  "Well, my
Dad's name is Roland too, Jason, and our last name is Eckersley, like the
old baseball pitcher.  My Dad says he's a cousin of his."  I spelled it for
him.  "Are you going to remember?  I mean, I'm sure the directory
assistance has the listing.  I can't wait a whole week, Jason."

"Rollie, I'll call.  I want to see you lots too.  Hold on a second."  We
stopped just before the sidewalk met the main beach ones, before we ran
into lots of people.

"Rollie, I think we are going to be more than best friends.  Be serious for
a minute.  I think I love you.  I mean more than friends."

I wobbled a little.  I never thought about falling in love before.  I mean,
even when I sneaked my Dad's Playboys three days ago.  But I felt warm
inside.

"Jason, I love you too."  My voice was squeaking.  "That's why I want you
to call, and that's why I want to see you!  And I want to do to you what
you just did to me.  I mean, it was totally awesome, and I want to make you
feel that way.

"Rollie, I'll love you doing that!  But only if I can to you again.  Now,
let's kiss before we get out of here."  The Jason leaned in and kissed me
on the lips, but this time he stuck his tongue in my mouth and I instantly
wrapped it with mine.  We did that for a full minute, sliding tongues
against each other, and my dick got hard again.

I broke it and whispered in his ear.  "Jason, if we don't stop this I'
going to drag you back to the secret spot.  I'm getting a boner again.  So
I think we have to go!"

Jason wrapped me in his arms and giggled, then I giggled and we almost
stumbled and fell.  When we calmed down, Jason took my hand and we walked
out and down the drive.  We didn't say a word until we were under the "I
Dream of Jeannie" sign.  He then grabbed my other hand and held me at arm's
length.

"Rollie Eckersley?  I'm going to call you tonight.  My Dad's name is Roger
Woodson.  Your job is to make sure to get our number from directory
assistance first thing when you're home.  And if I don't call you by 9:00,
then you call me.  Is that a deal?"

"It's a deal, Jason Woodson.  I want to see you some night this week
though.  Maybe I could come over some night to swim or something?"

"That sounds good, Rollie, and then we could try out the sauna!"  He
giggled and got that big smile with the dimples.

"Jason, did you know that you have really cute dimples?"  I blushed a lot.
I don't think I ever told anybody that they looked cute or beautiful
before.  Well, I told my Mom that she was the prettiest girl in the world
up until two years ago.  I guess all boys did that.  But a real person?
Telling them they were pretty or cute?  I felt a little foolish, but I also
felt like Jason deserved it.

Jason just got bigger dimples as he smiled.  "Rollie, don't make me do you
here too, OK?  I'll call you tonight and we'll make a date to go swimming
this week at the condo.  Now you get on home.  We can't really kiss here,
but think about this.  I think whenever we meet we ought to try to meet
under this sign.  I mean, I thought it was a little silly earlier when you
said you wished to a pretend genie to get a best friend, but I think I
believe it now.  Whenever I see this sign I'm sure to get a boner.  No
doubt!  So when you come over to swim this week, I'll come out and meet you
here.  Is it a deal?"

Jason's little speech was so beautiful that I got tears in my eyes.  He'd
put out his hand, and I was going to shake it, but instead I grabbed it and
pulled it to my mouth and stuck his middle finger in and sucked on it.

"Remember that for a couple days, Jason!"  I turned around and ran down the
block to the street light giggling hard.  I figured I gave him something to
get a boner about.

That night Jason called and we talked for twenty minutes until my Mom made
me get off the phone.  Then when I went to bed I played with my dick and
gave myself a big orgasm.  It was good, because I was thinking of Jason and
his beautiful dick and his pretty eyes and his great butt.  When I finished
I closed my eyes and slept more soundly than ever in my whole life.

I was in love.