Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2003 21:23:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dscreet Dude <ihaveaview@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jake's Story Chap-4

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Jake's Story  ~ Chapter Four ~
My Mother once told my wife that I was a pretty good
kid growing up and never gave her much grief. But, she
said, seriously, I was the sneaky one. She never
elaborated and my wife was polite enough not to ask
her. When my wife told me about this conversation I
knew that my Mother was right, in a sense. Though I
had never thought of it as being sneaky. From my
viewpoint it was a method of survival. A way of
surviving the varied situations I would find myself in
because of the type of person I was at that time, and
the type of person I would become. I would learn to be
very careful and deliberate in my actions, almost
anticipating and choreographing them before they would
happen. In later years, as an adult, it would help me
deal very effectively with happenstance, or when
opportunity arose.
Although I don't believe I was very sneaky up to this
point in my life this newfound knowledge my cousin had
blessed me with mandated that I develop at least
rudimentary sneaky habits. After all, you couldn't be
getting caught beating off all the time, now could
you? And my desires would take me a bit further than
that and demand even more of my survival instincts.
And so that part of my life started just later that
day.
Willie and Greg had shown up sometime after twelve
noon. After lunch my Mother and Aunt decided to go to
the big grocery store in a town about forty-five miles
away and left us boys there to our own devices, taking
the younger kids with them. Jimmy was with Stanley and
wouldn't be back until the following day. So that left
Willy, Greg, Ben and myself. We had asked for and
gotten permission to stay the night in the tent my
father had set up, an old green army tent that my
grandfather had used for various camping escapades.
We wasted no time in dragging an old mattress,
sleeping bags and pillows out there and then spent the
better part of the afternoon playing army and fun boy
games. In the middle of the afternoon some of Willie's
friends came by and wanted him to play some
basketball. They tried to get us all to go but the
only one that liked basketball besides Willy was
Benny. So off they went, to the courts at the
schoolyard down the street and left Greg and me to our
own devices.
Greg was one of the very few of my elder brothers
friends who I got along with well and genuinely liked.
He was a pretty down to earth kind of kid and
easygoing. He especially had a good sense of humor,
always loving a good joke or prank. He was a coupla
months older than Willy but didn't have that cockiness
that Will and some of his other buddies had. He didn't
really care for sports like Willy did. In fact, except
for being about the same age, I don't know of too much
that they had in common. They just liked each other
and had been friends since they were babies. Greg had
failed to pass his fifth grade exams last year and now
was in the same grade level I was, though in a
different classroom.
"Ya wanna go hang out in the tent for awhile Jake?"
Greg asked me almost as soon as the other boys had
crossed the street, headed for the basketball courts a
few blocks away.
"Sure, that'd be alright." Sounded like as good a
thing to do as anything. And so we high-tailed it to
the backyard where the tent had been set up underneath
the giant willow tree that dominated our yard. With
long sweeping, low branches the old tree gave nice
shade to the tent and we found it cool inside. With
the flap closed and tied it was just dark enough to be
comfortable yet with enough light so that you could
read a good comic book, which between all us kids
there were plenty of. So, we had a few out there which
Greg and I started going through, discussing this and
that super hero and what we'd do if we were them and
had all those neat super powers.
After about fifteen minutes of this we'd gotten a
little quiet looking at the comics, when Greg said,
"So Jake, I heard you caught Willy doing something the
other night?" He looked at me with a slight smile on
his face.
I had been lying on my back and rolled over to him. I
was smart enough, or rather sneaky enough to act a
little bit dumb, or at least like I didn't know more
than I knew.
"Well," I giggled and said in a whisper, "he was doing
something with his dick and something happened that he
seemed to like, but I have no idea what it was. And he
was wiping something off himself with a sock. I
thought he was having a conniption or sumpthin'. He
tol me he might tell me more about it sometime, but I
don't think he will."
"Really," Greg said, "you don't know what he was
doing?"
"No, not really." I replied. "I think it has something
to do with why yer dick gets hard, but my dick never
did anything like that. What do you know about it
Greg? Can ya tell me, huh?"
He was lying on his back with one knee up and the
other leg draped across it. I was lying on my belly
with my face about a foot away from his. We both had
shorts and tee's on and for the first time I noticed
he had a little bit of hair on his legs. Greg was a
nice looking boy, black hair that was cut short. He
had a thin frame and was probably taller than my
brother by only and inch or so. Greg also had a little
habit of always having a piece of grass or a toothpick
to chew on. He had a stalk of grass today, and as he
held it with one hand nibbling on the end, he said
matter-of -fact like, "Sure, I know exactly what he
was doing. I showed him how."
"Wow, really." Was all I could say. Talk about getting
right to the source. Remember that this was the kid
with the older brother who knew it all and was more
than willing to share it with his kid brother. I
wonder if the Beaver ever had it so good with ol'
Wally?
"Yup," he continued, Tom Sawyer style, trying to reel
me in, "know all 'bout that stuff. But, it's top
secret kinda stuff. Not sure I can trust a kid like
you. If I tol ya you'd probably go a blabbing it to
the countryside and sooner or later everybody'll be
doin' it. Hmmm, I'd haveta think about it first."
"Oh Man!" I pleaded, playing along, "I ain't gonna
tell no one. You know I can keep a secret Greg. I know
all kinda crap about you and Willy, and I never tell
no one. You know that, I promise. Whatever you tell me
here stays here. Top spy and pinky swear, promise." I
wanted to know what this kid knew because somehow I
knew there was lots more to learn.
"Well, yea, I guess yer right. Yer not a squealer like
some of those other snot-nosed kids. But ya gotta
promise, whatever I tell ya or show ya here ya don't
tell anyone. Not even Willy or Benny, 'kay?" And he
looked at me with an unusually serious face. I was in!
"I promise man, I won't tell no one nuthin' ever.!"
And I held my pinky up for the ultimate swearing.
Break the pinky swear and you might as well just go
down to the creek and jump in and let the dark waters
of Big Sandy take ya downstream where bodies'll rot
forever. He wrapped my pinky around his and the deal
was done.
"Okay then. What Willy was doin' is called jerking off
and it's something any boy can do, probably even you.
I reckon if yer pecker can get hard ya can do it
alright." And he rolled over on his belly to face me,
a look in his eyes like he had just shared the secret
of life itself. I decided to play along.
"You mean you can pull yer peter off by jerking on it.
That's what Willy was doin' ta other nite?"
"No ya dorky kid," he said putting his head on his
arms and giggling. "Ya play with yer dick and after a
while ya get this really good feeling that comes outta
it. It's kinda hard to describe."
"I don't understand," I said, "how can ya get a good
feeling outta yer dick jus' by playing with it. I
touch mine all the time when I take a bath or use the
bathroom and it jus' feels normal." I had to egg him
on a little.
"Naw, ya gotta do it when it's hard and there's no one
around to bother you." I could tell he was a little
bit frustrated. "Ya kinda grab it in yer hand. Yer
hand's a fist and ya pull it up and down and then ya
get this really good feeling."
"I still don't understand. You say you do this and
that you showed Willy how to do it. Can ya show me? I
mean, you know a lot of cool stuff." That's it, I
thought, he'll bite on that. He jus' wants me to beg a
little.
He rolled back over and looked at the tent ceiling,
chewing on his piece of grass. "Well I reckon I could
show ya, but it'll cost ya. You'd haveta do sumpthin'
ta make it worth my while. This is pretty important
stuff for a boy ta know." And he looked over at me
with an expectant look on his face. It was a very cute
look.
"Greg, I'll do anything ya want me to. Anything. Jus'
tell me. Please!" I think I sounded convincing enough.
"Okay. Jus' remember, you said you'd do anything and
ya pinky swore ya wouldn't tell." And he took the
grass stem out of his mouth and tossed it to the side
of the tent. "Ya gotta pull yer pants and underwear
down to yer ankles first."
I was in, though I didn't fully realize what I was in
for, and didn't hesitate a second in propping my butt
up and yanking my shorts and briefs down. I was
already hard and had been. Greg watched me, smiling at
my boner and then did the same, revealing a nice cut
dick, maybe three inches long, and it was soft. He had
a nice little small thick of black bushy hair though
there didn't appear to be any or much hair on his
balls. I hadn't seen his dick too many times in the
past and not for awhile. I couldn't help but stare at
it, and of course he noticed.
Greg smiled at me and said, "You'll get hair too
someday soon I figger. All guys do. And it'll get
bigger. You got a good boner there now though. That's
good for starters." And he giggled a little nervously.
He looked down at his dick and said, "Now mine isn't
hard yet. Maybe you can help me? Just kinda tickle it
and it'll get hard."
Well, it sure didn't need to tell me twice to do that.
I reached over and first felt the little black bush
and it felt softer than it looked. His dick was lying
to one side, already beginning to get bigger. I
touched it with my fingertips and it moved. I giggled
and Greg smiled.
"Go ahead," he said, "it won't bite." And I continued
to tickle it, working my way down to his balls. They
were bigger than Benny's, maybe twice as big, like
little walnuts. I cupped them in my hand, feeling
their weight.
"Man, yer nuts are big!" I told him with what I hoped
was an amazed look on my face.
"Wait'll ya see what happens with those nuts buddy."
He had an air of anticipation in his voice that was
hard to ignore.
I grabbed hold of his now fully erect cock and was
amazed at the size. Bigger than Benny's for sure, but
not too much. Maybe five inches and a little thicker.
The rim on his dick was a more pronounced though
making that part of his pecker bigger. And it was a
darker color, almost purple.
"Wow Greg," I said in wonder, "this is big!" I
squeezed it and run my hand up over the head. He gave
a shudder and a moan escaped his lips.
"Ooooh, this won't take too long if ya keep doing
that," he said somewhat hoarsely. "Now grab it in yer
hand like yer holding a sword, and move it up and down
slowly." And I did what he told me.
"Mmmm, that's good. Jus' keep doin' that and now yer
jerking off, though it's me that yer jerking." He just
looked at me and smiled with a kind of dreamy look on
his face.
His cock was definitely bigger now than Benny's had
been and it was exciting.
"Greg," I said.
"What, what?" He looked at me like maybe something was
wrong.
"I think I wanna try it now. I think I know how to do
it and wanna try it out on me." I said, a little
pleadingly.
"Well, jus' hol' on a minute. Ya remember how you said
you'd do anything if I showed ya how ta do it?"
I had stopped my stroking, though I still had his cock
held firmly in my hand, the rim up against my closed
fist.
"Yea, I guess I did," I said hesitantly, not sure
where this was leading. His cock looked so inviting.
"Well, I want ya ta do sumpthin' that might seem kinda
funny at first, But I'm tellin' ya it's okay fer ya ta
do it." He had come up to lean on his elbow so he
could see me better.
"Okay...." Was all I could say, getting some ideas
about what I wanted to do to that nice hard pecker.
"Um," he hesitated, "I want you to kiss my pecker,
right on the top. It's okay, I washed this morning."
He looked at me to see my reaction. I couldn't believe
my good luck! But I managed to hide it and just looked
at first his cock, and then his face, trying to keep
any expression off my face. He waited for a reaction.
Without saying anything I leaned down over his cock,
squeezed in my fist, and put my face right up next to
the head. My nose wasn't more than four inches from
it. I could see a small drop of something clear at the
tip and it smelled something like Benny's had smelled,
maybe a little stronger.
I stroked it a little and some more of the fluid came
out. I looked up at Greg and he just nodded his head
gently, like he was saying, 'Go ahead, it's all right,
you can do it.'
I bent forward and placed my lips right in the tip and
sucked in the fluid that had now begun to leak over
the side of the head. I tasted it with my tongue
against my lips and was surprised at the semi-sweet
taste it had. I looked at Greg again and he just
looked back, expectantly, smiling, breathing a little
more shallow. His cock jumped a little in my hand and
I smiled. It almost had a life of it's own.
"Do it some more Jake, you might like it." Greg said,
with a small plea in his voice.
I had come this far and knew what I wanted. I was
taking the gloves off and going forward. Getting up on
my knees so I was directly over his hard pecker I
looked up at him, and then turned my attention to the
beautiful rigid member in my fist and pulled it up a
little straighter.
I kissed the tip again, getting a slight gasp as a
response from him. There was more fluid and so I used
my tongue to lick it off, wetting my lips with it. I
opened my mouth wide and, careful of my teeth, put the
whole head into my mouth wrapping my lips around the
shaft and sucking on it like the lollipop I had been
told it was. Glancing sideways at him to see his
reaction he was just staring unbelieving at what I was
doing, a strained smile playing across his lips. He
hadn't realized it but he'd been holding his breath
and chose that moment to slowly let it out, a short
moan escaping his lips.
I used my tongue on the rim, like I had done to Benny
and could feel his dick respond each time I went over
the sensitive V of the tip. Wrapping my small fist
around the shaft and bringing it to meet my mouth I
took them both down on the slow trip of putting the
entire cock into my mouth, swallowing as I went. It
was bigger both in width and length than Benny's, but
as long as I went slow it I didn't seem to have a
problem and managed to get the entire thing down my
throat. His bush of black pubic hair came up to greet
me and tickle my cheek.
I pulled back, my fist following my mouth, sucking as
I went, the flat of my tongue traveling along the
shaft. He tasted delicious. My mouth came up and over
the head with my hand in close pursuit squeezing and
twisting on the head as I caught my breath.
"Oh Jake, that's too much. That's so good. Keep doing
it. Yea, do it some more," Greg whispered, hurrying me
on. I gladly obliged once more swallowing him.
I kept the rhythm up and it only took a few more
thrusts before I could tell he was getting ready to
have his orgasm. Both his hands had come down to grasp
my head and was pushing it onto his cock with each
stroke of my sucking mouth. His dick started getting
larger in my mouth and I wasn't sure I could keep it
up much longer, my jaws beginning to ache from the
suction and keeping my teeth from scraping. It wasn't
much longer.
"Oh Jake, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum in yer
mouth! You'll like it, you'll like it! Keep going, Uh,
Oh, Uh, Uh!" And digging his fingers into my hair I
felt the first gush of the cream from his cock,
hitting the back of my throat. The warmth of it caught
me by surprise. So much was happening at once that I
wasn't sure what to do but keep sucking like I had
been doing as he gushed several more times into my
mouth. I could taste it so clearly and the smell made
its way up my nostrils. It had a strong flavor with an
odd consistency that seemed to tingle on my tongue. I
was swallowing and little drops of it were coming out
the side of my mouth, collecting on my fist, adding to
the lubrication as my mouth continued to stroke up and
down his throbbing shaft. His legs had straightened
out and he was squirming around with his hips as the
spasms overcame him.
And then it was over. He became still and his
breathing returned to normal. I continued to softly
suckle him until his dick was soft again, licking up
all errant drops of cum that slipped out my mouth onto
my fist. I found it was delicious. His hands had fell
to his sides and now he brought one up and ran his
fingers through my hair.
"Jake, that was the best blowjob I have ever had. In
fact that was the only blowjob I have ever had and it
was fantastic! I didn't think you'd do it! But, by
golly you did and it was great! Thanks! I think yer a
natural." Hmm, I'd heard that somewhere before.
I just smiled sheepishly, basking in his praise and
obvious appreciation of what I had just done. I still
had his soft cock in my hand, reluctant to let it go.
I leaned over and once again put it in my mouth,
softly suckling, still tasting the remnants of his
cum. After a moment I released him and lay down next
to him, just grinning, happy I had made him happy.
"Now what about you, Jake? I think you need to try
this out because you haven't got to jerk off yet.
Doncha wanna try it?" He seemed anxious for me to do
this thing, and so I was.
"Yea, sure, I wanna try it. It won't hurt me, will
it?" I asked, trying to be the innocent lil guy. If he
only knew.
"Hurt?! Ha! It'll be the best feeling ya ever had. Ya
gotta try it Jake. I'm tellin' ya it's the best!" And
he seemed quite excited by the idea of me having this
'first' experience.
I rolled over on my back and we both looked down at my
dick, which was at full attention, my nuts relaxed and
the foreskin about halfway down my dickhead. I looked
at Greg and grinned, then grabbing my dick in my right
hand made an attempt at beating off, like I had done
him. Of course my hand was too big to fit my small
dick right, which I knew, and so I wasn't appearing to
do a good job.
"My dick ain't as big as yers Greg. I can't seem to
grab it right." As I said this I made another try with
about the same results, "Am I doing something wrong?"
And looking at him saw he was smiling.
"Naw, ya jus' got some growing ta do. Here, try this,"
He said, and grabbing my dick in his fingers started
stroking my shaft almost the same way Benny had done
that morning. I moaned and he looked at me grinning,
and said, "Now, ain't that better?  You try it." And
he let go, waiting for me to do it.
I grabbed it like he showed and looking at him he
nodded his approval, smiling, obviously enjoying.
"Yea, tha's it. Jus' keep doing it and watch what
happens."
Greg still had his underwear down and I couldn't help
looking at his nice dick, lying to the side above his
little bush, his balls lying shiny in their sac. It
was a beautiful sight and being close to his warm
body, with the after-taste of his cum still on my lips
it didn't take long before I could once again feel my
orgasm building up, ready to explode.
"Oh Greg, something's happening! I feel like my dick's
gonna explode, but I can't stop. It feels so good!"
And I just started going faster, squirming, my head
digging backwards into the mattress.
"Keep going Jakey! Don't stop. Yer gonna love this.
Keep going!" He whispered loudly, encouraging me
onward, excited for me and enjoying what he was
watching.
It was all too much and my dick exploded with a wave
of pleasure that washed over me, fireworks going off
behind my closed eyelids. I couldn't believe something
could feel so good.  Each time my dick pulsed another
shudder would cause my body to jerk, until finally it
was over and I was just left with the pleasant
afterglow self-pleasure will give you.
Still slowly stroking my softening dick I opened my
eyes and looked at Greg, who had a big smile on his
face, a question in his eyes. "Well?" Was all he said.
"Oh Man! What was that?! That felt soooo good!" I
said, still little Mr. Innocent.
"That, lil buddy, was yer first orgasm. Pretty neat,
eh?" He was wearing the biggest grin, proud of what
he'd been able to show me.
"That was soooo neat. Can I do it again? How often can
I do it? How often do you do it?" I was asking all the
questions that were flooding in my head. I got a quick
vision of all the boys doing this all the time. I
began to wonder how I had missed out on this for so
long.
"Uh, well, ya can do it again probably whenever ya
feel like it. You'll probably haveta wait awhile, give
yer dick some rest. But I usually do it at least once
a day, most times at least twice." And he look up with
a serious look on his face, "I think probably all boys
our age do it. They can't help it. It's in their
blood."
"Why can we do that? Does this have something to do
with sex?" This was the big question for me.
"Oh yea, it has a lot to do with sex. It's part of how
babies are made. But it's something ya gotta do with a
girl to have a baby. Me and you foolin' around won't
make any babies. We're just kinda practicin' our
part." Greg knew everything and I just looked him in
the face, adoring him. And he ate it up, continuing
the lesson.
"You've seen a naked girl before, right?" And I
nodded, thinking of my little sister, maybe the only
one I had seen so far. "Well, ya noticed they don't
have a dick like ours, right?" He went on, and I
nodded again, taking every bit in.
"They have a pussy, and if ya stick yer hard dick in
there and cum like I did ya can make a baby. Simple as
that!" And he nodded his head matter-of-factly. Wow,
what a revelation!
"Just like that!? Ya put yer dick inside em and a baby
comes out?" I was amazed. Why hadn't I known this?
"Well, there's a lot more to it than that, but yea,
that's basically it. Ya gotta be older, and yer
s'posed ta be married. But my brother says there is
gurls around that'll do it. I think I'll jus' beat off
'til I get married. I don't want no babies yet. My
Dad'd kick the shit outta me fer sure!"  And he
sounded serious as hell.
Just then I had a thought, "Greg," I said, getting a
little nervous at the thought. "That stuff that came
outta yer dick, uh, cum. Is that what makes babies?"
"Yup!" He said, a look of pride on his face. "And you
swallowed it too. How was that? What did it taste
like?"
"Well," I started slowly, "it tasted okay. Not bad
really. But, if I swallowed it does that mean I'm
gonna have a baby?" I was scared of the answer.
He just laughed. Not at me, but at what I had said.
"Naw Jakey. Don't worry 'bout that. Ya gotta be a gurl
to get pregnant and ya gotta put it in their pussy
before that will even happen. Nope, yer not gonna be a
Mommy today." And he put his hand on my shoulder, and
gave it a squeeze.
"Jake, I really appreciate what ya did for me and I
won't forget it. It was the best!" And he said it like
he meant it, which made me smile. Another older boy
really liked me and was being nice to me.
Obviously relieved at finding out I couldn't get
pregnant, a big smile came over my face. "Well Greg, I
really liked doing that, that's okay right?" And
seeing him nod and smile I continued, "And I'll do
that whenever ya want."
"And I'd like ya ta do it again, yer pretty good at
it. We jus' gotta be real careful no one finds out. We
gotta keep this real secret and not tell anyone, not
even Willy!" He put his hand on my shoulder, brought
his face closer to mine, looked me in the eyes and
said, "'specially Willy. I don't think anyone would
understand, but as long as you don't mind and I don't
mind I don't see why we can't do it."
He seemed convinced, and I was convinced. I knew about
secrets, and I knew about being teased because someone
didn't like something about you, or what ya could or
couldn't do.
I held up my right pinkie and said solemnly, "Sure
Greg, Pinkie swear."
He was still looking at me, studying my face. With an
assured smile he held his pinkie out and we made the
silent oath many a boy has experienced when keeping
quiet about the secret little lessons we have all
learned in one form or the other. It was another step
and piece of the puzzle in each of our lives that
would ultimately shape us and be instrumental in
defining who we were and how life affected us until
its end.
It was another lesson for me about relationships with
another person. Especially when it involved a sexual
experience. It would dominate how I looked at others
for the rest of my life. At the age of twelve I was
beginning to develop an intense desire for sexual
experiences and, looking at Greg, I was already
imagining our next session.