Date: Sun, 16 Aug 2015 08:45:34 -0400
From: Lytle Peters <lytle.peters@gmail.com>
Subject: "I Didn't Know" Gay - Young Friends

Lewis wasn't really my cousin. His widowed grandmother had married my
widowed grandfather. So we were first cousins but by marriage only. On top
of that, Lewis was adopted. But when I was 4, 5, 6, 7 years old, I wasn't
concerned with the technicalities of family relationships. As far as I was
concerned, Lewis was my cousin. And since he was almost three years older,
naturally I looked up to him and always followed his lead.

If he wanted to play army, we played army. In those days (early 1960s)
playing army usually meant re-fighting WWII, which was still the subject of
many films and television shows in the US. If Lewis wanted to play with
race cars, I would be Speedy Thompson to his Fireball Roberts. If Lewis
wanted to play football, I would be Sam Huff to his Johnny U. At ages 7 and
10, 8 and 11, 9 and 12, we were a natural student/teacher pair, a
mini-version of what the Greeks called the eromenos/erastes relationship.

That included Lewis's favorite sleeping game. For as long as I could
remember, when we stretched out in the big double bed upstairs in my
grandfather's house (my grandfather and his grandmother sleeping
downstairs), Lewis would turn off the lamp beside the bed, plop down on his
back, and after a minute, say, "Wanna try to stay up all night?"

"Sure," I'd say.

"OK, you sleep first, and I'll stay awake. Then we'll take turns."

And I would close my eyes and settle down into my pillow. All would be
still for a few minutes. Just the sound of breathing or maybe a car passing
by on the street below our window. And then I would feel the barest touch
on the cotton of my pajama bottoms down near my hip. Then I would feel that
touch creeping up my thigh, ever so softly, and then across the top of my
thigh until it came to my fly. Then it would lightly lift my pjs there, and
slip inside my fly. My little 2-inch peter was already hard and waiting.
The finger would find my little purple helmet and tease it, then tickle my
hard little shaft. Then it would back up, and I could feel the fly snap
being popped. That little sound sent a thrill through me. My fly open now,
I knew the tickling, stroking fingers would re-enter and tease my peter
until I was almost panting, yet all the while pretending to sleep. In
retrospect, I see how that tension heightened the eroticism.

The summer when I'd just turned 10 was a real blazer in the southeastern
US. I remember my grandfather carrying a handkerchief in his back pocket
with which he'd dab at his face every few minutes. The adults would spend
the evenings after dinner rocking on the wide front porch and fanning
themselves with paper fans attached to balsawood handles, sipping iced tea.
And talking. Always the talking. I could fall asleep in the bedroom
upstairs with the windows open and drifting off to the murmur of their
voices. But this night was different. The conversation was of interest to
me. My cousin Lewis was to be dropped off for a week the next day! But he
wasn't coming alone. It seemed he was coming with a friend of his. There
was some kind of veiled talk about why this boy was staying with Lewis for
the summer ("a tough situation," "just helping those folks out"), but the
point was that we were supposed to treat him like family.

The next day I was playing with my army men in the back yard, staging a
battle between perhaps 100 soldiers, carefully arranging them so that the
Americans had the high ground. In addition to more bazooka men, they also
had a tank, which the enemy lacked. The battle was just about to begin when
I heard gravel crunching at my grandfather's house next door. That meant
Lewis was here. I went running but slowed as I entered my grandfather's
yard so that I didn't look too anxious.

I hadn't seen Lewis since Christmas, so he'd turned 13 in the meantime. But
he seemed somehow older when he stepped out of the car. His sandy blonde
hair had grown a lot, or what seemed like a lot for that time, the result
of the British invasion, and he still had the same gray eyes that gave him
a serious look. Same dimpled cheeks. Still not overly tall for his age. I
couldn't put my finger on it, but he seemed older. Then the other boy
stepped out from the other side of the car. He was decidedly taller and
heavier than either of us, with red sticky-up hair and loads of freckles on
his face and arms.

Lewis said, "Hi. This is Roger. He's staying with me for a while, so he
came along for the week."

"Hi," I said, looking at Roger. "Wanna see my army men?"

"Army men are for little kids," said the red-headed boy.

"Oh, OK." That let the air out of my balloon.

Then Lewis saved me. "Don't worry about him, Freddie. I want to see your
army men."

"OK. Come on." And I took off like a shot back to my yard.

It turned out that all Roger wanted to do was walk around with a little
transistor radio held to his ear and listen to music on WAYS. Apparently
that was what the big guys, the cool kids, did. I didn't know.

But as we were standing over my battlefield and I was showing Lewis how it
was all going to unfold, Roger did say quietly to Lewis, "You're right.
He's really cute."

I pretended I didn't hear, not knowing what to make of a comment like that.

*****

Later that evening, we were catching fireflies after dinner, or at least
Lewis and I were. Roger was listening to the radio, being a cool
14-year-old, and watching us. I actually had the feeling that he was
watching me in particular. Was he impressed with how good I was at catching
the little bugs? Was he going to tell me how to be quicker? Once I glanced
back at him and he seemed to give a little smile, but it might have been a
reaction to what he was hearing on the radio.

*****

When "Gunsmoke" was over, our grandmother announced it was time for the
three of us to go upstairs to bed. She said we could split up between the
two bedrooms if we wanted. And I was hoping Lewis and I could sleep
together as we always did.

"We can all fit in one bed," Roger announced when we got to the top of the
stairs. Oh well, there went my usual fun with Lewis. I was really deflated.

The upstairs was warm, despite the open windows. There wasn't much of a
breeze. So I wasn't surprised when Lewis said, "I'm just gonna sleep in my
underwear."

"Me too," said Roger, and then he added, "at least to start."

"OK," I said, being the youngest. When you're the youngest, you say "OK" a
lot.

I peeled off my t-shirt and my shorts, leaving just my whitey-tighties, and
looked over at the older boys. I had already noticed that both of them had
more hair on their legs than I, and they both had a fuzz on their upper
lips like they were trying to grow moustaches. Lewis was all muscle and
really thin, but Roger was a little heavier, not chubby exactly, but he had
a little belly and his nipples were quarter sized, a bit puffy, and pink.

"Freddie, don't you need to go pee?" Lewis asked.

Dutifully, I went down the hallway to pee. I guess I didn't really close
the door because when I finished peeing and flushed and turned, I realized
that Roger was standing at the door watching me. I blushed.

"Don't worry. Nothing I haven't seen before," he said.

Back in the bedroom, Lewis had settled in on the side of the bed closest to
the window, so I plopped down on the other side. We heard the toilet flush
and Roger came padding in. The bulge in the front of his whitey tighties
was noticeably bigger than my little protrusion. He looked at me and said,
"You're in the middle."

"But. . ." I started to complain.

But Lewis patted the mattress beside him and I moved over. Maybe at least
that would mean Lewis would still have some fun with me, I thought. But it
was definitely going to be warm stuck between these two.

When Roger stretched out beside me, Lewis went down the hall to pee.
Roger's fuzzy left leg was against my hairless right leg. It was hot and
his hair tickled, so I moved it away from him.

"You don't have a hair on your body, do you?" he said mysteriously. He was
adjusting the bulge in his undies.

Taking offense, I said, "On my head I do."

He snorted. "I meant on the rest of you."

"No, but. . ."

"Sweet," he said, again mysteriously. He continued to adjust his bulge.

When Lewis resumed his position in bed beside me, I was definitely feeling
crowded. And hot. Roger reached and turned off the bedside lamp. After a
minute my eyes adjusted to the soft light that bathed the room from the
streetlight down at the corner. It was really hot. So it was no surprise
really to hear Roger announce, "I'm sleeping nude," and start to peel off
his underwear. I heard it land softly on the rug beside the bed.

"Me too," said Lewis, and the bed jostled as he raised up to remove his
tightie-whities. He lay back beside me. An awkward silence followed.

"What about you, Freddie?" asked Roger. "You chicken?"

"No," I said, but I made no move to get naked.

"He's just shy," Lewis said, knowing that was a lie.

"I'm not shy," I said, sucked in my breath, and peeled off my undies. I
flicked them across Roger to the floor.

We settled back down. There was enough light that I could see they were
both feeling their things. Then, as usual, Lewis said, "Wanna try to stay
up all night?"

"Sure," Roger and I both said.

"OK," Lewis said, "Freddie, you go to sleep first, and we'll stay awake for
a while. Then we'll switch."

"OK," I said, knowing this routine wonderfully well, only this time there
was an extra player in our little game. How was that going to work? I
didn't know.

What I did know was that I got kind of tingly at the thought of lying there
between the two naked older boys. I could feel their body heat on either
side of me. My little two-inch peter was hard already. And it was difficult
to lie still because I wanted to play our game with Lewis. I was hoping
he'd find a way to do it still. I closed my eyes and pretended to go to
sleep.

It was only a few minutes when I felt fingertips ever-so-lightly touching
the smooth inside of my right leg and slowly tracing their way up my thigh.
When they reached my tight little ballsack, they grazed across it. My peter
twitched in anticipation. But the fingertips went back to my thigh,
featherlight. Then they abandoned my leg. Half a minute later, they landed
ever-so-lightly on my chest and started tracing little circles around my
nipples, which was odd because Lewis had never touched me there. But then
while my nipples were being tickled, I felt fingertips on my thigh again,
the left one this time, again tracing their way up to my ballsack. My
little peter twitched. This time the fingers grazed up the little shaft and
gently squeezed the head. At the same time, my right nipple was being
gently squeezed and it hardened. That's when I realized both Lewis and
Roger were touching me. I think I let out a little gasp.

The hand on my chest found my other nipple and tickled it erect, then went
back to the first nipple and traced circles around its hardness and then
across it. Then it went back to the other nipple and did the same. At the
same time, the lower hand was running a finger up and down my little shaft
and pausing to tickle that sensitive spot just at my peter head. It did
this over and over. It was difficult not to squirm. And it seemed as though
this went on for five minutes. Then the hand on my right side traced a
finger down across my belly and played with my belly button. Then it went
lower, lower, and all of a sudden I had two hands feeling and tickling and
stroking my peter and ball sack. And underneath my ball sack, where Lewis
had never touched me before. I was so hard I think I might have grown to
two-and-a-half inches. Fingers were touching me everywhere. At once. When I
thought I would have to scream from pleasure, they suddenly stopped and
withdrew.

A few moments later, Lewis said, "Freddie, wake up. Your turn to stay awake
while we sleep."

I was practically panting, but managed an "OK." I couldn't wait to feel and
play with Lewis's cock and, I supposed, Roger's too. I could see in the dim
reflected light my two bed partners settle on their backs to "sleep."

I'd never tried to do this with two boys at once, but I figured I would
start with old familiar. I didn't wait long before reaching with my left
hand and touching the flesh of Lewis's hip. My fingers started their soft
climb up to his belly, then slowly across, until they were close to his
already-hard four-inch cock. But first I touched something new. He had some
little hairs down there that weren't there at Christmas. My fingers grazed
across them before moving up and finding his shaft. I traced a fingertip up
its familiar slight curve away from me and found the edge of his mushroom
head. I traced around that head several times, then traced down his four
inches and traced across his balls, which were tight against him. They at
least weren't hairy. Since he was on his back, the underside of his cock
was up. I put my thumb on the belly side of his mushroom head and with
three fingers started a rolling tickle, like scratching under a dog's chin,
only tickling, of his sensitive spot. I knew he loved this. I'd been
fondling this cock for. . . well, so long I wasn't sure. Since I was five?
Younger?

I felt Lewis's head flare out in response to my touch. Then it occurred to
me that I could try to reach to my right and do the same to Roger.

My fingers found Roger's belly and crawled toward his cock, stopping to
feel the strangeness of actual hair down there. His cock was already hard.
I gently squeezed its base and then lightly traced my fingers up its shaft
to its mushroom. This cock was bigger than Lewis's, probably five inches
and fatter, like a Ball Park Hot Dog. When I moved my thumb to the belly
side and started my three-finger tickle stroking of the sensitive spot,
Roger let out an audible sigh. It occurred to me that my fingers gave me a
certain power, even over someone as old and big as Roger. And Lewis. Here I
was stretched out in the bed fondling a 13-year-old cock in my left hand
and a 14-year-old in my right. I was in heaven, but more importantly, they
were. It was the first time I'd ever played with two cocks at once, and It
was the most wonderfully dirty I'd ever felt. I wanted to play with them
all night.

I made rings of my thumbs and index fingers and slid them down each cock
and then back up to the heads, then down the shafts again, loosely, then
back to the heads. Then I did my tickling of each sensitive spot. Both of
them flared in my hands. Again, Roger let out a loud breath. My hands went
back down their shafts and this time tickled their ball sacks, both of
which were smooth like mine, but I could tell their balls were much bigger
even though they were tight up against their bodies. I squeezed each cock
shaft at the base and then gently squeezed up to the mushroom. I loved how
hot and hard but soft they felt in my hands. After I did my tickling of
their sensitive spots one more time, I pulled my hands back and said,
"Guys, wake up, it's your time to stay awake for a while."

Each of them stirred as though he had been asleep, and I settled back into
the pillows as though heading there.

This time when I closed my eyes, Roger's fingers were around my rock hard
little peter almost immediately. He started pulling the skin up and down
its shaft as if he was trying to pull it off me or as if he was milking a
cow very slowly. Then he let go and Lewis took over stroking and fondling
my peter. Again, Roger's fingertips tickled my hard little nipples. Then he
did something really strange. His fingertip traced over my lips. As he was
doing this, I felt hot breath in my right ear and then something hot and
wet there. He was sticking his tongue in my ear! Nobody had ever done that.
And his finger was pulling down on my lower lip. His tongue was probing in
and out of my ear. Then he took my ear lobe between his lips and massaged
it. Then his tongue went back into my ear. Lewis was still stroking my
little peter up and down.

Then Roger moved away from me and actually got out of bed, but then it
seemed like he was crawling back in from the bottom. He pushed my right
ankle to spread my legs wide open and got in between them. Lewis stopped
playing with my peter. Then all of a sudden I felt the hot wet on my peter.
Roger was licking my peter! All over but especially up at the head. I know
I let out a sigh, it felt so good. I peeked and could see Roger's head down
at my peter and his right hand playing with Lewis's cock at the same time.
All of a sudden Roger swallowed my peter. It was completely inside his hot
mouth and he was sucking on it but his tongue was swirling around it too. I
thought I would faint, it felt so amazing. He did this for a while, then
bobbed up and down my little shaft while his tongue continued to lick
around it. Roger was really good at this. Then he started licking my tight
little ball sack and even below it. And then he put his hands under my
thighs to get me to lift up, and he started to lick my butt crack! Gross!
But wow it felt the best of all. I'd never felt so dirty. It was great.
When his tongue found my little pucker and started to lick and probe it, I
thought for sure I would faint. Each probe was like a little electric jolt
into my already rock hard peter. And Roger just kept licking and probing.

Then Lewis moved so that his knees were on either side of my shoulders. He
was holding his cock and brushing it across my lips. He'd never done that
before. I kept my lips closed tight. Roger's tongue was up inside me. I
could feel it gliding in and out of my little pucker, in and out, in and
out. Then he somehow pushed it even deeper inside me, and I involuntarily
let out an "Ohhhhh." That's when Lewis got his cock head inside my mouth.

"Lick it, Freddie," he said softly. I did what I was told. I'd never felt
so wonderfully dirty. I just wanted Roger to keep doing what he was doing
to my pucker. But then he pulled out. I felt wet down there. And then I
felt my peter disappear again into Roger's mouth. He was bobbing up and
down it with his lips. Lewis started sliding his cock head into and out of
my mouth. I reached up and held his balls and took his cock between my
fingers at its base. Every time he pushed his cock head into my mouth, I
would lick it, at least at first. He started pushing in and out faster and
a little deeper, so it was harder to lick it. My peter felt like it was on
fire but from inside. Roger was bobbing on it and sucking it. Then I felt
like I was going to pee. I tried to warn Roger but Lewis's cock was in my
mouth. I pictured my hard hairless little peter going in and out of Roger's
sucking lips and all of a sudden my body went crazy. I felt like I was
peeing only I wasn't. I got all tingly and it felt like my whole being was
concentrated in that two-inches of boy peter. And the feeling went and
went. Roger kept sucking and bobbing on it even though I could hear myself
trying to moan even with Lewis's cock in my mouth. "You're making him cum,"
I heard Lewis say. And then there was wet stuff on my lips and in my mouth.
I swallowed. Lewis was holding the sides of my head. There was more wet
stuff. I swallowed. Was Lewis peeing on me?

Finally, Roger pulled off my pulsing peter. It was SO sensitive. And Lewis
backed away from my lips. I licked my lips and swallowed.

"He ate it good," Lewis said.

"Yeah, and he got eaten good," Roger said.

"Did. . . did you pee in my mouth?" I whispered to Lewis

He snorted. "Of course not. That's boy milk. It's called 'cum.' Your peter
will squirt it when you're older. And all of us older guys make it and eat
it. You did good."

"I did?"

"You definitely did."

That made me feel better. I didn't know.

"Move, Freddie, so I can lie down," Roger said. He put his head propped up
against the pillows. He pulled me down on his right side and whispered in
my ear, "I want you to lick my titties." I had noticed earlier how big and
pink his nipples were. I settled down with my cheek at his armpit and stuck
out my tongue. It found the nipple and flicked at it, and the nipple was
erect instantly. My tongue flicked across it, hard now like a pencil
eraser, and Roger whispered aloud, "Oh God, yes, yes." I lifted my face a
bit so that I was hovering over his tit and I swirled my tongue around the
pink puffy part, then over and over and over the nipple. "God, yessssss." I
knew that girls supposedly liked to have their titties licked but I didn't
know that boys did. Then I saw Lewis move on Roger's left side and lean
over and run his tongue around the other tit. He tongued the nipple while I
did the same to the other. "Ohhhhhhhh," Roger moaned like he was in pain
but clearly wasn't. "Oh God, suck my titties, suck my titties," he begged
us. We did. For several minutes all I could hear was slurping and Roger
gasping, "Yes, yes, yes, eat my titties."

Then Roger actually pulled me off his right nipple and said, "Freddie, turn
around." He moved me so that my knees were on either side of his belly with
my face at his cock and my butt in  his face. Lewis was still able to work
on his other nipple. "Lick my cock," he said, pushing my head downward. I
reached out with my right hand and took hold of his five inches. I held its
hot hardness and started licking the head. It tasted a little salty. I
licked it like an ice cream cone. He thrust it toward me and it went partly
into my mouth. I kept licking it. Then I felt Roger's hot tongue slide into
my crack again. Then I felt his thumbs spreading my butt, and his tongue
found my pucker again, this time slipping inside it easily. He started
pushing his tongue into my pucker, then pulling it almost out, then back
in, then almost out, then back in deeper. I was licking his cock head like
crazy. I just wanted this to go on forever it felt so good. Roger thrust
his cock deeper into my mouth, not all the way, but a lot of it. Then it
felt like the whole length of his tongue went up inside me and started
swirling around. His cock started twitching in my mouth, I kept licking, it
was really salty, and then I realized he was making cum milk for me. I
swallowed. I kept licking and swallowing until Roger actually pulled me off
his cock, saying, "That's enough, Freddie. It's too sensitive right now."

I turned back around and lay down beside Roger again, with my cheek at his
armpit.

"Man oh man, he's got a sweet candy ass," Roger said softly to Lewis.
"Great for eating."

"Sweeter than mine?" Lewis asked.

"They're both sweet," said Roger, suddenly tough guy turned diplomat.
"You're obviously cousins. And that means it's gonna be sweet for other
things too."

"What other things?" I asked, as my  tongue flicked at Roger's nipple. I
didn't know.

Roger sucked in his breath at my tongue's touch and said, "We'll show you
in a few minutes, right, Lewis?"

"Right."

"You like my titties?" Roger said to me.

"Uh-huh," I said. What I liked was that they gave me power over Roger.
Maybe he would be nicer to me.

"Well, they're yours for the whole week."

*****
End of Chapter 1.
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