Date: Sat, 14 Sep 2002 16:06:53 -0400
From: Miguel Sanchez <miguel_sanchez55@hotmail.com>
Subject: Happy Home

Happy Home: Elsie
Written By: O.V. Doc    (edited by Miguel)      5/02

The below story is a work of fiction, as stated in the previous chapters:
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PART 1

    This story is one of the series of stories I have written about my time
at Happy Home for Boys. It is based on a true story. It is also about boys
doing sexual things with boys. Could be thats why its archived here. Since
its based on fact, it may not be as romantic or as logic as you want it to
be. Still, this one is one of my favorites since Elsie (LC) was my first.
Enjoy. My thanks to Miguel Sanchez.  He pre-reads and retyped this story
for Nifty.


      His real name wasn't really Elsie. It was Leonardo. Leonardo
Castoni. Somewhere along the line, he chose to go by his initials - L
C. His "Friends" at Happy Home would later change that to "Elsie". That was
probably as much my fault as anybody's although I wasn't old enough to
understand or foresee what would happen. And he seemed to wear his new name
with pride. But I'm jumping ahead. LC was small for his age. So was I. We
were both eleven at the time. He claimed to be part American Indian, and
part gypsy (Portugese). He looked the part. His skin was darker than a
white's. Not as dark as an American native. More like a Hispanic. He had
jet black hair, but it looked thin and wavy. I seem to recall it looked
like black silk. L C couldn't have weighed more than seventy five or eighty
pounds. His big dark pool like eyes had a sad look that made you want to
reach out and hug him. If that didn't get you, his cute little turned up
nose and his rosy red lips would. Even his ears were cute. L C was more
than just cute. He was beautiful. Everything about him made you wonder why
he was a boy.

     My first meeting with L C was when he was brought to the Green
Building, and dropped off. I was doing clean-up as a punishment for talking
during a meal - or some such thing. Happy Home had rules for everything.
Talking during a meal was not permitted. I guess that's kind of necessary
when you have 24 boys eating in one room at one time. Discipline is
strict. I think I was cleaning up my bedroom when the matron showed L C to
his room. It was also my room. There were six of us sharing that room. Of
course, at this time, we had a vacant bed. It was a couple of beds away
from mine. The matron showed L C where to start unpacking his clothes. I
think I fell for him instantly. I didn't realize that at the time. In fact,
as I recall, he was in tears. Not surprising for a new boy. His life was
about to make a drastic change. Home and family were being left behind. My
first thoughts of him were probably sympathetic. I had stopped pushing the
dust mop to get a look at the new boy. He just glanced up at me. L C had no
interest in meeting me. Or anyone else. He was scared. And alone. Not where
he wanted to be.
      The matron called me aside. Even she had tears in her eyes. That
surprised me. She was tough. Taking care of the home for so many boys had
taken its toll. There wasn't much she hadn't been through. She explained
that L C's dad had been killed in the war. His mother had not taken the
news very well. She had become ill. L C was sent away to school. Not a new
story at Happy Home. My own dad was away at war. He was in the war
zone. Mom had sent me to Happy Home when I was seven. I was an old timer
now. The matron, Ms Davis, wanted me to take L C under my wing and show him
around. I would move to the bed next to him so we could get to know each
other. I didn't have to. It would be a favor to her. You know how that
goes. You don't have to, but don't say "no". Besides, I felt sorry for
him. I knew a couple of other boys there without dads. I helped L C finish
unpacking after being introduced as "Lucky", my nick-name. He just nodded.

     "You are going to be fine here." I assured him. "There are probably a
dozen guys who have lost their dad in the war. Most believe their dad is a
hero. They got a medal. My dad got several. But I'm lucky. He's still
alive."

     L C looked at me as if I was dirt. Then he lost it again. He sobbed
uncontrollably. Great. That made me feel like crap. I had to brag that dad
was alive. I sat him down on his bunk, then sat beside him, holding him to
me. He didn't resist. L C was tired and hurt. Somehow, I knew the
feeling. He needed to cry it out.

     "The ones like me - we just wait." I almost whispered. I wasn't even
sure he heard me. I wasn't sure I wanted him to. For a long time, there was
just the sound of L C sobbing.
     "You just wait?" L C had almost spoke. He had spoke. The sobbing had
stopped.
     "For the army officer." I was looking into those sad eyes of his. He
looked curiously back into mine. "This officer comes from the nearest army
base to tell us when our dad is dead. So, we wait."
      L C listened as I explained there were other guys here who have dads
in the war. "All of us cried when we came here. That's all right. Some cry
because they have lost their dad. Others cry because they miss their dad.
They get lonely. Listen tonight. You might hear them. No one admits
it. They're too tough for that. But no one tries to find out who's
crying. Not at night. They cry softly until they fall asleep.
       We spent the rest of the day playing and I showed him around. I
introduced him to all my friends and the adults he would need to know. He
stayed by my side. Even when we cleaned up for dinner. He needed to know
the rules and stuff to get by. Things went pretty smooth. L C was to busy
to start crying again. The only time he got uptight was when we got ready
to shower. Every boy in the building showers at the same time. We take off
our clothes in the bedroom, then grab a towel, wrap it around our waist,
and head for the showers in the basement. LC looked terrified at first, but
seemed to relax a little when he watched me and realized that nudity was
normal here. In fact, in the showers, his fear turned to curiosity as he
compared himself to the others. All the boys in our building are about ten
to twelve. Most have not started puberty, or have just started. Those with
pubes show it off proudly. The others know they will catch up soon. There
is some teasing. Not much. Most of it is good natured. L C and I had no
hair to show, but I had just started developing, and was a little bigger
than him. Still, at this point, I really think I looked at L C as a cute
friend who needed me. It amused me that he seemed to be staring at the
other boys, but stayed close by my side. I knew this had to be new to
him. He was shy and withdrawn, so he didn't say anything. The others seemed
to sense that. They took his curiosity in stride.
      After the showers, all of us went to the Study Room, where we could
play games and chat. L C was asked the usual questions. "Where you from?",
"What name you go by?", etc. He answered with short, quiet, brief
answers. Normally, there might have been a lot more teasing, but I often
spoke up for him. It was clear that L C had a friend already who would take
up for him. After a while, the two of us headed off to our bedroom. There,
we chatted with our room-mates and with each other.
      At nine, the dreaded order came. "Lights out!" There was a strict
rule that you had to go to your bunk and remain quiet after the lights went
out. A short time later I heard L C quietly sobbing into his
pillow. Without saying anything, I slid next to him on his bunk. He held me
tightly and closely still burying his face in his pillow. Tired, and cried
out, L C finally drifted off to sleep. I slipped back to my own
bunk. Getting caught in some one else's bunk was not unusual with the other
boys, but definitely was not accepted by the adult who checked the bunks
before turning in.
      For the next few days, L C and I spent a lot of time with each
other. This was good for him, but was putting a crimp in my routine. He
followed me around at school, at work, at play,etc. He even went with me to
the bathroom. If I was taking a leak, he was next to me doing the
same. Some of my friends avoided me because they weren't willing to play
our usual sex games with LC there. We were old enough to like jerking off
games. New guys could get you in trouble if they told. We never really
thought of the games as sex. It was just "playing with it."  I was pretty
sure L C would be all right with it with me, but maybe not with the
others. I needed to find out how much he knew. More than that I was getting
horny. I needed to go do what I had been doing ... sometimes several times
a day. I had been jerking off about a year. And recently, I had learned
other secret things to do from a couple of adults and several older
friends. I knew that L C would learn this stuff in time. The "big boys"
liked to play games with us. Most of the time, it was mutual.
      Young boys adapt to new places and new friends quickly, so I know it
wasn't more than three or four days that I made my move. I do remember that
by this time I was starting to see L C as a really close friend. I had
caught him a couple of times with a boner. He would quickly try to hide
it. I explained that it was all right to get boners. And pointed out that
almost all of us had boners when we woke up. It just meant that we needed
to take a leak. L C accepted that. To my surprise, he seemed to enjoy
comparing his boner to the others.  And he had already noticed that some
guys seemed to like playing with their boners. He asked if I had. At first,
I thought he was teasing me. But he wasn't. L C had never jerked off. He
had no idea what the "tickle" was. He had heard a couple of guys whisper
about it. The "tickle" was what we called a dry orgasm. Only the big boys
knew what an orgasm was. Or cum. These were words we may have heard, but
didn't know. I did know that big boys "creamed off".  We knew that this was
done in girls to have babies. And that the big boys liked to do it.  L C
had never discussed sex with anyone. He knew less than I did. If that was
possible. You have to remember that I had been in a boys school for
years. I knew what boys liked to do with other boys. Girls were not part of
my world.
      Maybe I began to realize that L C was a lot like me. Could that be
why I was starting to realize how much I liked being with him? Was he
following me around because he also liked me? I suddenly realized how cute
his face was. And his body. He had the nicest and roundest buns I had
seen. Something clicked. At the time, I had no idea what. I just knew that
I liked being with L C That night in the showers I made no attempt to hide
my boner. L C had a problem. He got one too. And he turned pale trying to
hide it.
	"Do you have to take a leak?", he whispered. "You have a boner."
	"I am just horny.", I admitted. "I'll explain it later."
	"Horny? Is that why mine is hard? I don't need to pee." He let me
look at it. "It just won't go down."
	"Serves you right!" My best friend Ray blurted out looking at my
problem. "Since he got here, you haven't had time to go with us. You guys
got a thing going?"
      I saw a few of my other friends nod in approval with Ray. I felt
angry, but they were right. They had already guessed something I had not
known. That I was falling for L C.
      That night, I waited until night check was over. Then I crawled into
bed with L C.  I had already told him there was something he needed to know
about his "thing". I was going to show him after bed check. It would
explain what horny meant. Ray agreed he would keep an eye out for us just
in case. L C had fallen asleep waiting for me, but woke up when I held him
to me and began to slide his tighties off. He didn't wear a tee shirt. I
think he was only half awake when I gently went for his soft short
dick. When it sprung to life, I rolled him over on his back and took off my
own underwear. Then I began to rub and play with his stiff. Not sure what
he was supposed to do or feel, L C just lay there. I remember it didn't
take long. I had had lote of practice. Soon, L C was pushing up into my
hand, trying to increase the speed. It felt good. He seemed to sense that
something was going to happen this time. Something special. Suddenly, he
stiffened up. Every muscle in his body tensed up, then began jerking. A
tingling feeling came from his dick and traveled up his spine. It was
electric. His buns lifted his waist completely off the bed. His dick jerked
out of my hand. I could see it jerking wildly.

"OH WOW!!! LUCKY! WOW! OH MY! LUCKY! STARS! I SEE STARS! NO WAY!!!"
      The jerking and wows went on long enough for everyone in the room to
sit up to watch. I felt pretty embarrassed. Ray was almost in stitches. I
tried to get L C settled down before an adult heard the commotion. Oddly
enough, I made no attempt to slip back into my own bed. Several boys even
came over to shake L C's hand. I suspect the others were busy. L C hugged
me tightly and quickly gave me a peck on the cheek. This brought more
giggles from the dark.
	"Is that what horny means? It was scary! It was great! I never felt
anything like that. Ever. I want to do that again. Can we do it again? Can
you do it? Let's see! You do it! Want me to do it for you?" He only stopped
when I pushed his face into his pillow.
	"That's called jerking off. Horny is when you want or need to do
it. Everyone in here has done it. Sometimes, they do it with
others. Sometimes they do it alone. Grown-ups will punish you if you get
caught doing it. And they're going to punish us if you don't calm down. I
thought you were shy. Now, kewl it!" I slipped back into my own bunk. L C
took off for the bathroom muttering he had to pee really bad.
      The next night, it was L C who made the move. In the showers. And in
front of our friends. He had spotted my hard three inch stiff, and had
decided to return the favor.  Holding it with three fingers, he began
massaging it. He tried to do as I had done. Several of the others stopped
to watch, and even offered him advice. I had jerked off many times in front
of others, so I was just enjoying the feeling. I was surprised at LC's
reckless courage though. I would have to speak to him later about being a
bit more careful in front of others. But, at the moment, I was ready for
some action. Reaching over, I wrapped a couple of fingers around his
stiff. Within minutes, the two of us were jerking, jumping, and
cooing. When I came down from the sexual high, I pulled L C to me and
kissed him. I had totally forgotten that this was considered "sissy". To my
surprise, L C returned the kiss. I kept it brief, knowing that the others
might start teasing us. They didn't. L C laid his head on my shoulder. I
knew now that we had something special between us. I won't say I understood
it. I just loved holding L C.  That was enough.
      That night, after bedcheck, I showed L C how to suck. Not only did I
show him, but I let him do it several times (just to make sure he was doing
it right). Truth is .....he was a natural. He was more than willing after
he discovered that it felt great. Not only did he do it several times for
me, but he told me he liked pleasing me. It didn't matter to him that the
others knew he liked me. He didn't care. He had made a couple of other
friends, but he liked being with me. I think L C knew I liked having him
around. And he seemed to understand that I didn't know why I did. I just
did. I liked being served by him. And I liked showing him off like a
special boy toy all my own. Don't get me wrong. I don't mean that I thought
of L C as someone or something to treat any way I wanted. I was crazy about
him. And about the way he did any thing I asked him to. It wasn't "puppy
love". It may have been infatuation. Or it may have just been my hormones
having a party with me. I had already started showing signs of puberty, but
didn't know or understand it.
      For a few weeks, L C and I were satisfied jerking off and sucking off
each other. We agreed to "cool it" a little and keep our secret a
secret. Not that all my friends didn't know.  L C and I had jerked off with
several other friends in the showers and at our "private place" in the
woods near our dorm. Ray teased that he thought my balls were bigger and my
dick was longer. He was sure it was because L C was "working it over a
lot". Ray was a little jealous. I liked that. L C blushed a little, but
kept quiet. A short time later, he admitted to several of my friends that
he was sucking me off. He didn't mention it to me. In fact, he went along
with Ray, Larry, and Jerry to play a joke on me. I think the plan was to
get L C and me to break up, or maybe to just get L C.  Eventually, I think
it back-fired on them.

      One night as we were fooling around in the showers, the guys from my
room waited until everyone else had left. I should have realized something
was going on. Ray and Jerry kept making excuses to stay. L C was going
along with it, but not openly. Whenever I would ask if he was ready, L C
would soap up again or want to "massage" me. I had taught him how to work
over my shoulders and chest (mostly for show in front of my buds). L C
didn't mind. He knew I was showing off, but openly let them know he liked
doing this for me. And he liked jerking me off because "he's getting bigger
and it makes him feel great."  Thank goodness young pre-pub boys can orgasm
over and over. It was still dry, but felt really intense. This night, right
after the other boys had left L C soaped up my chest and stomach working
quickly to my stiff. He dropped to his knees as he caressed my dick like he
was measuring it. Like a fool, I was enjoying this special attention in
front of my buds.
       What I didn't see was what Ray was doing behind L C. Or what the
others were up to. They had picked up a wooden bench and placed it inside
the shower room. Ray led L C to the bench and told him to kneel with his
butt extending over the end of the bench. The two other boys grabbed me by
the arms pulling them behind me and bending them up into a painful wedge. I
couldn't move with out causing them to pull up on my arms forcing me to
back up. In front of me, Ray stood behind L C with a stiff every bit as big
as mine. He smiled and asked L C if he was ready. To my surprise, L C
nodded yes, looking a little scared that he had gotten himself into
something that was going to hurt or backfire on him. But he didn't move.
	"Ray, you touch him and I swear I will stick my dick up your ass in
front of every boy in this school. You know I'll do it! And I'll tell every
one here you like it. " I was pissed. I just knew Ray was going to "do it"
to L C, but I couldn't get free.
     The two holding my arms kept moving me forward as I continued raving
at Ray, who was moving away from L C as I came closer. I told L C not to
worry. He just smiled, but he didn't move. When I was in front of him, the
boys holding me forced me to my knees in front of L C's butt. Totally
confused, I looked first at LC, then at Ray.
	"Lucky ....there's no way L C would just lay there for me. He knows
about guys getting it up the butt. He agreed he would do it for you. We
admit we helped set it up. But L C is yours. Claim him now, or let me show
you how. I had never gone this far. I knew L C hadn't. It would hurt him. I
looked at the soapy crack and the tiny wrinkled entrance in front of me.
	"It could hurt L C. You still want to try? " I asked.
	 I worked a finger slowly inside him, then another.( All of us boys
who had been here any length of time knew how to prepare yourself for
someone's stiff. All of us had worked or played with older boys before.) It
hurt him a little, but L C liked being the center of attention. He hadn't
complained once. When he was ready, Ray had him turn over on his back. The
two holding me had let go and stepped back to watch. One boy was watching
in case some one was coming. L C just lay there smiling. Never mind that
several guys were waiting to see him get corn holed. He had accepted it as
a new game to prove himself. He wasn't the first boy at this school to give
up his virginity to entertain others, but no one gave that a second
thought. Giving up your butt was considered a sign that you were not only
committed to someone, it was also a sign that you were their property. Ray
had explained to L C that this would mean he was mine. L C had simply
agreed.
  	Leaning forward, I lifted up a little to line up my stiff rod with
L C's tiny puckered entrance. At first, my attempts to enter were not
successful. L C tried to relax, but was fighting me.
	"Push back when he pushes into you." Ray snapped. "And when L C
pushes back to you, you push forward."

     It felt strange having my friends tell me how to cornhole L C.  Still,
L C had agreed. And I definitely wanted him.  "You'll like this once he's
in you." Larry encouraged L C to relax.
     L C did as he was told. So did I. As he pushed back to me, I pushed
harder. My sharply pointed glans suddenly popped open the tight muscle that
held his virginity. I was surprised that it had been so easy this
time. Once the head was in, I stopped. I wanted to give him time to accept
it. He had grunted. I knew it hurt. L C looked down at me and
smiled. Almost as if he knew I was concerned about him, he pushed back
against me again. The shaft slid a little further in. After that, there was
little resistance. As I edged forward, he pushed back until I felt his buns
pressing against my groin. I was in. He looked down again.All smiles. I
knew the feeling. I'm sure the others did too.
     I lay gently on top of my lover with my small slender stiff completely
encased in a warm soft tight hole. Every movement sent thrills of pleasure
from my penis to every inch of my spine.  My brain was telling me to hold
it in him forever.  But my brain was not in charge. As everybody knows, the
dick has a brain of it's own. It began slowly - taking short humping
motions. Then the motions became longer and faster.
     L C reacted as well. I was causing him to push up to meet me. Every
once in a while, he would twist and squirm. His grunts had changed to
moans. He wrapped his arms around my neck to let me and the others know he
liked this.  It didn't take long before he began to jerk and pump up into
me. His buns flinched tightly against my already excited stiff. Neither of
us could shoot, but I know we must have repeatedly shared orgasms. I could
even feel his own stiff jerking between us. It was the most terrific series
of dry humps I had ever felt. Finally, to exhausted to keep going, I
practically collapsed on him. Pulling out, I knew we would be doing this
often. We rinsed, then headed off to bed excitedly telling our friends how
great that was. What we didn't say was that L C was now mine. It didn't
need to be said. Both of us knew it.
     In the weeks to follow, L C would come to be known as "Elsie".  Word
got around that he was my "girl". To my surprise, L C didn't pay much
attention. Neither of us denied that we played around. In fact, I'm sure I
liked the idea of being the one who owned the cutest looking guy in the
school. I went out of my way to prove it at times. Elsie not only didn't
seem to mind that I got to tell him what to do, he obeyed without
question. He seemed to love being the center of attention. He knew he was
cute. When I went to the showers, he was with me. Usually, it would be just
the boys from our room in the shower. Elsie thought nothing of it if I
asked him to "suck it for me". After all, the boys had seen him "do it"
with me. And he liked it when I asked him to soap me up. It meant I was
going to sit down so he could impale himself on my dick. Once he was
comfortable with it, he would wrap his legs around my waist. And I would
show off by carrying him around that way.  I made up for it at night by
sucking him before he went to sleep. He didn't ask anything of me. He
didn't have to. He just held me close when he felt alone.
     Eleven turned to twelve by the summer of that year. For both of
us. And my infatuation of Elsie was changing. Both of us were growing
bigger, but not yet shooting. We also got used to adding Ray and Larry to
our games. Usually, it would be a threesome, but sometimes Larry and Ray
would do each other while Elsie and I were busy. A few times, we agreed to
change partners to "suck off" or to "jerk off". Neither of us were willing
to screw each other. Except for Elsie, that is. He asked if I would let Ray
and Larry screw him. I agreed as long as I was there. I think I knew I was
losing Elsie. Sure that bothered me. But both of us wanted a little more
room. And a lot of other guys were getting hardons just watching Elsie walk
by them. At twelve, everything gives you a hardon. Jerking off becomes a
favorite past-time. Elsie and I secretly compared other guys. We teased
about who would be best in bed. Then I would warn him that I was the
jealous type. He just laughed. Soon, I started seeing less of Elsie during
the day. Ray had seen him withsome boys about thirteen and fourteen. They
were heading off into the woods. Elsie came to me that evening. He had had
sex with a couple of really cute guys. They had hair "down there".  They
had jerked off in the woods. He saw them "shoot". That was it. He wanted to
do more, but only if I didn't mind. I did, but I hugged him and told him I
had been having sex with other guys. Older guys. We agreed we would still
have each other at night, but could see others too.

     The school put us to work on their farm during the summer months. Some
of the boys spent time home, but Elsie and I had no one to take us. The
farm work kept us busy. The school had no idea how busy we were. The older
boys earned money by spending their summer on the farm. It allowed the
regular farm hands to take time off. Most of the time, The older boys would
be in charge of us in the fields while adults handled maintenance and
repair jobs. I had done farm work the year before. I knew what to
expect. So did Larry and Ray. No big deal. But Elsie? A boy that cute and
horny would be very busy. And Elsie would love it. I knew that, but I think
I also knew he would still come back to me. Both of us would have stories
to tell.
    The first day in the field, a sixteen year old who drove a tractor
spotted Elsie.  "You there. What's your name." Roland pointed to Elsie. "I
need someone to help on the sower planting corn. You can ride on the
tractor. Just watch behind me to see the sower is working right."  "L C"
was the reply. And they walked off together.
     Roland was a good looking athlete with several years on the farm. He
had taught me and Ray all about what older boys liked from the little boys
last summer. In fact, Roland had taught a dozen boys all about sex and
farming. Sometimes in the fields. Sometimes in the barn, or the diary. He
was huge. At least, to us boys, he was huge. His dick was about eight
inches long. And thick. He showed it off with pride. Ray and I just smiled
as Elsie -my Elsie - followed this stud to learn things from a pro. And I
don't mean farming things.

*****

HAPPY HOME: ELSIE AND ROLAND

PART 2


     Ray, Larry, and I headed off with a few older boys to take out some
stumps that were in the way of a new expanded area for farming. It wasn't
far from where Roland would be working with Elsie. Still, it was far enough
off that we couldn't see what would be going on.. I knew Roland only too
well. Of course, I was worried. Well, sort of. I knew Roland wouldn't hurt
Elsie. Maybe I was just feeling left out. This time, Elsie wouldn't be
tagging along behind me. It's not like this was the first time. I still had
feelings for him. Weird? Yeah. My thoughts were short lived. We had work to
do.
     What happened with Elsie and Roland is pretty much based on what Elsie
confided in me at the end of the day, as well as what I heard from Roland
and others. Some of it as you will discover was based on what I saw.
     It was a hot day. Most days are hot at Happy Home. Especially during
the summer. Roland and Elsie worked hard for the next couple of hours. They
were soon out of my sight. Both of the boys were sitting on an open
tractor, and were soaked with sweat. Roland stopped sowing, and turned the
tractor toward a shaded wooded area. He knew there was a stream running
through that spot where they could cool off.  Once there, he cut the engine
and hopped off.  Standing next to the tractor, the husky teen pealed off
his tee shirt tossing it back on the seat he sat on.  "You gotta be hot too
...... We'll take a break now. Take off your shirt."  Roland sounded
friendly enough.  "O K".  Elsie stared at Roland's well developed chest as
he tossed his own tee shirt onto the tractor.
     Roland made no attempt to hide his interest in the boy's chest, or his
body. Nor was he shy. Still looking over his helper, he pulled down the
zipper on his tight cut-off jeans. With Elsie still watching, he pulled a
soft six inch dick out of his boxer shorts. Not only was it long, it was
really thick. Turning a little to one side, he let loose a steady stream of
piss. Elsie tried not to stare, but he was looking at the biggest dick he
had ever seen. Roland just smiled. He had picked Elsie because he was
gorgeous, and would be curious...like so many before him. The boy had a
terrific looking butt. By the time the stream of piss started to dwindle,
his dick was beginning to stiffen. He turned away to keep the boy from
realizing he was getting a hardon, but he didn't put it away.  "Let's wade
out in the stream to cool off. Get out of your jeans. You got underwear
on?" Roland asked.  "Yep!" Elsie agreed, trying to sound more grown up than
he was.
     Both boys slid out of their pants facing away from each other ....like
that was going to make a difference. Roland was wearing boxers with an open
fly. His dick was still stiff. He turned to look at Elsie, who had dropped
his jeans and sat down on a tree stump to remove his shoes. Roland sat
behind him on the stump to remove his shoes. And when he stood up, it was
obvious Roland had something on his mind. His dick still poked out through
the opening in his boxer shorts. The shaft was curled slightly
upward. Elsie stared openly. It was huge. And Roland stood in front of
him. The huge dick was only a few inches away. The big mushroom shaped head
was just barely pointed upward. There was a big vein running along the
underside. Like Elsie, Roland was cut.  "Might as well get rid of these."
Roland dropped the boxers and stepped out of them. "They don't hide much
....do they?"
     Elsie didn't move. He didn't want to. He just stared at the dick that
now looked to be about eight inches long. And big. He smelled the aroma
coming from it. It was strong, yet somehow attracting him. Then there were
the balls. Big balls. Hanging in a sack that looked really long. They hung
down loosely , but he was sure they carried a really big load. Bigger than
any he had ever seen. He wondered what it would feel like to hold them.
     Almost as if he could read the boy's mind, Roland took one of his
hands and placed it on his dick. Elsie didn't say anything. He didn't even
take his eyes off the crotch. He brought the other hand up to feel the
balls. After a minute or two of feeling up the dick and the balls, he put
both hands on the shaft and slowly began to stroke it. The moans coming
from Roland told him he was a hit. Roland wanted him to jerk him off, but
Elsie was looking at and feeling up a challenge. And somehow he knew he
could do it. As the big thick rod got closer, he did what he had done so
many times before. Almost by habit, he lowered his head until his lips
found the head of the big monster. His tongue reached out to lick and taste
the glans and lick off the pre cum that was coating it. He then went to the
base and licked along the thick vein that ran up the shaft. He stopped to
pay special attention to the rim that separated the glans from the
shaft. He even took the time to suck on the ball sack, taking in one at a
time. They were to big to take both of them at once. When he got back up to
the glans, he slowly went down on it, licking and gently sucking on it. He
wasn't aware that Roland had placed his own hands behind Elsie's head. When
he tried to back off, he felt those big hands . They gently but firmly
pushed his head down further onto the huge shaft. About half the length was
now inserted in his mouth. He could feel the head pushing against the back
of his throat. It caused him to gag a little, and he pushed back.  "Just
swallow and turn your head upward." Roland insisted. "Take it in a little
more each time it comes back down your throat."
     Elsie tried to do as he was told. It seemed to work. He also learned
to breathe in each time the shaft pulled back. That way, he did not feel
like he was going to suffocate. Roland was setting a steady pattern as he
pulled his shaft back , paused a moment to let the tongue work his glans,
then pushed forward again. He held the boy's head in place and slowly added
a little more shaft each time he went back in. To his total amazement and
surprise, Elsie was soon handling all eight inches. He could feel his pubes
being licked by this boy's superb tongue. It felt incredible. Nobody had
ever been this good. Not with him. And he could even hold the entire length
inside while the boy licked around the base of his dick. Elsie held on as
Roland began to speed up and plunge back in with gusto. The boy reached
around his waist and held on to Roland's buns. He had done it. He was
taking all of that big monster. No problem.
     The finish wasn't far off. Roland could feel his balls drawing up
tight. By now, he was drawing the shaft back to the head, then plunging
wildly into the boy's throat. He couldn't stop now. His dick grew even
bigger. This boy was great.  "I'm gonna blow! If you want off, you better
do it now!" Roland gave fair warning.
      The boy knew. He had felt the shaft grow even harder. And he knew it
would immediately start to throb, pushing cum through the piss chute and
pumping it out with force. He held on. He always did. This time, he would
expect more than he had ever handled before. No way was he going to back
off on his biggest load.
     The huge shaft plunged all the way in. It felt like it was trying to
go all the way to his stomach. Then it stopped and began to throb. Elsie
felt the first load shoot down his throat. Then the monster backed up once
again. Just for a moment. He took a quick breath. It shot back in. The
second load shot out. Roland paused, then pulled out again. This time, the
load shot out in his mouth. He swallowed as Roland paused again. The third
shot came as the shaft plowed back in. Although Roland continued to pump a
few more times, it was over. The remaining cum oozed out on his tongue. He
had done it. Roland was exhausted. He backed out.
     Although it was over for now, Roland was still seeing stars and
rockets bursting in air. This boy had just given him the blow job of his
life. The best. No matter that it was not his first. He picked Elsie up
from the stump and held him against his chest with his face in front of
him. His lips pressed against those of the boy. Elsie let his tongue in to
taste his own cum. Roland was still in some other world. Normally he didn't
kiss. Not his style. But, this time, he couldn't resist it. The boy was a
natural. A beautiful natural. His beautiful natural. He stood Elsie on the
stump and pulled down his underwear. As the boy stepped out of them, he
fondled his cute little sack and small stiff shaft. Then he went down on
it. Within seconds, Elsie responded. They hugged again as Roland carried
his boy toy into the stream to play and cool off.  "There's still a lot of
sowing to do." Roland sounded like he was not convinced. "You want to drive
this time."  "Yeah ... right." Elsie laughed. "My legs can't even reach the
gas pedal."  "They don't have to. You'll sit on my lap. You can steer while
I handle the brake and gas. And have some fun too. You won't need your
shorts. Just put your tee shirt on to protect your back from the sun. I'll
do the same. And I've got some sun tan oil. We'll need that. "
     Elsie knew that this was going to hurt. He looked at Roland's now soft
dick. If he could take all that in his mouth, he could take it up his
butt. It somehow didn't look so big any more. Besides, if he could do it,
he would get to drive a tractor ......for the first time ever. Then there
was the neat trick of riding in Roland's lap, planting corn with a dick up
his butt. If it hurt, Roland would stop. He wasn't going to hurt him. Elsie
told him he was willing if Roland would take it easy putting his thing in
him.
     By the time he had agreed, Roland had him spread across his lap. Using
the sun-tan oil, he opened up Elsie's buns. First , he slid his finger
inside and worked it around. Then, the second finger went in. After that,
Elsie smeared lots of oil on the dick that once again had grown to eight
inches. After that, Roland sat back in the driver's seat with his dick
sticking up. Elsie got between his legs and slowly leaned back while Roland
lined his hole up with the dick. Elsie flinched a little when he felt the
two touch. Then came the tough part. Roland held still. Elsie gradually
pushed down firmly..... grunting in pain as the huge thing once again
pushed it's way into his body. He stopped often to get used to it. Finally,
he felt the pubes against his buns. One final push. He was totally
impaled. Roland leaned forward to kiss him on the back of the
neck. Exhausted, Elsie sat back on Roland's lap.
     They were ready. A turn of the key. The tractor started. The two boys
wore nothing but their tee shirts. From the distance, it would look like
they were clothed. Only up close would you notice they were nude from the
waist down. Elsie leaned forward so he could handle the large steering
wheel. Roland would handle the floor pedals and the transmission. Roland
was in outer space. He put the tractor in gear, and headed out to plant
some corn. Elsie giggled as he drove his first tractor. Both felt really
great.
     The tractor rocked back and forth as it made it's way through the
fields. Each time it rocked, Roland's big dick rubbed against Elsie's love
spot. Elsie's little dick would spring up, throb, then lay down
again. Roland would see this, and play with it or cuddle it. His own dick
remained hard also. Each time it started to soften, the tractor would
lurch; Elsie would roll; and Roland would groan as his dick rose once
again. Within an hour, Roland had shot off inside Elsie several
times. Elsie had been through so many dry orgasms, he just knew he had set
a new record. And his butt was leaking cum. Roland's cum.
     Neither boy heard the truck that pulled up alongside them. The truck
had come from behind the tractor. Neither of them was watching. I suspect
they were to far out of it to realize we were approaching. Us little guys
were sitting on the bed of the old farm truck. We had decided it was time
to take a "swim break". It was hot. Very hot. And about
mid-afternoon. Thats when the older boys were "allowed" to slip off to the
swim hole back in the woods. And Blake, our boy leader, had pulled up to
ask Roland if he wanted to join us. Blake was as shocked as we were at what
we saw.
     At first, we just saw Elsie sitting in Roland's lap steering the
tractor. Nothing wrong with that. The big boys often let us younger boys
sit in their lap and steer. We considered that a real treat. Even if it
meant that the older boy held you by putting his arms around your
waist. Then the truck pulled up a little further. The first thing I noticed
was Elsie's three inch stiff and his little ball sack. Then I spotted
Roland's balls hanging below Elsie's. I could just make out the base of his
dick. The rest of it was still inside Elsie. None of the other younger boys
had allowed Roland to even try that. He was too big.  "CRAP !!! Roland !!
What the hell is this!! Where is your pants? Where is your dick? " Blake
bellowed.
     There was a lot more said, but it wasn't worth repeating. There was
also a lot of laughing. Blake yelled at Roland to stop the tractor. Like a
fool, he did. Elsie jumped off his lap and off the tractor. He stood there
in front of several big boys with a tee shirt that didn't cover much below
his waist. The older boys grabbed the clothing hanging on the tractor. That
included Roland's pants. He desperately pulled down on his tee shirt trying
to cover up. Everyone laughed at both of them. There was no way Roland was
going to get his clothes back from the older boys. Blake picked up a
red-faced Elsie and stood him on the back of the flat bed truck. Running
down both of his little legs was a single stream of cum.
     "MAN !!! Roland sure unloaded in you."
     That brought a laugh from the others. Ray and Larry helped me take up
for Elsie. The three older boys agreed not to say anything to the others,
but we knew better. In return, Elsie gladly agreed to suck them off. And
did. He didn't have to. We knew the big boys wouldn't tell the
adults. Roland hadn't done anything they hadn't done. He had just got
caught. For that, he had to agree to let his friends do to him what he did
to Elsie. And he would do it in front of us. He didn't like that much. His
pleas went unheeded as he rode nude with us to the swim hole. We always
went skinny-dipping anyway. We did get a kick out of seeing Roland get back
a little of what he had done to us little guys.
     I continued to be friendly with Elsie. After all, I was the one who
became his first friend there. And he was my first lover. Not long after, I
went back home to change schools. Not my idea. Probably just as well,
though. Elsie had discovered the joys of gay sex. He would remain at Happy
Home. He liked being a "bottom", and found out there were a lot of guys who
wanted one.  I lost touch with him after I left Happy Home. He was crying
when my parents dragged me to their car. This time. Though, he had lots of
friends. Roland, for one, still came back to him. He claimed that Elsie was
the best. I don't doubt it.