Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2003 01:37:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dscreet Dude <ihaveaview@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jake's Story Chap-7

Copyright 2003 by Jacob Pritchard. All rights
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This is a fictional story involving alternative sexual
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Jake's Story  ~ Chapter Seven ~

Things were pretty quiet for me after the episode with
Chuck. Maybe it was me or maybe it was just
circumstance, but I had no liaisons with others for
several weeks after that. My eyes had been opened
though and I was a different person. I know that the
experiments with sex at this point in my life were the
episodes that changed my life from then forward.

I took to masturbation like a new calf takes to the
tit. In a house where eight people live it wasn't easy
to do. Privacy wasn't exactly a given. However, if you
were a sneaky lil sucker you could make do very
nicely. It just takes a little thinking, and
sometimes-sheer luck.

>From the time I was nine or ten I had been able to run
the town and surrounding area completely by myself or
with any of my friends or brothers. With six kids and
a large home to take care of my Mother wasn't too
strict on us kids in making us stick around the yard.
I think she was glad to have us out of her hair at
times so she could get her chores taken care of. And
of course ya can't really get the most out of the
soaps that showed every week day if there were a bunch
of screaming kids running through the house.

So, as long as we had our chores and homework done we
were free to go just about anywhere we wanted to.
There were boundaries we weren't supposed to cross.
But, 'what ya don't know won't hurt ya' was our
philosophy. And though our town was relatively small
there were lots of places to go to explore and
secluded little spots only curious boys seemed to know
about.

Every town has its share of buildings that seem too
have lost their usefulness and are an open invitation
for exploration from these young explorers. One such
building I loved to go to wasn't much more than a
shanty, maybe fifteen feet long and ten feet wide. It
belonged to a man who owned the large farm on the hill
overlooking our town. He must not have had much use
for because except for some discarded garden
implements it was empty, the only inhabitants were
dust and the dead flies that gathered around its one
vacant window.

It had a nice solid door with a latch, a good wooden
floor and one window that looked out the side back
towards the town through panes of glass that were
warped with age. Inside was one main room with another
smaller room in the rear with it's own door. The
inside of the main door had a draw bolt, that allowed
you to lock the door from the inside, that was nice
for obvious reasons.

The building was located next to a large hedgerow that
lended a form of seclusion to prying eyes. What its
purpose there was I didn't know. I probably didn't
even think about that. I did know that no one used it
and apparently hadn't for some time. For a kid it was
a perfect little prize. It was a clubhouse, a fort, a
castle and an escape from the world around me. And
with an old discarded twin-size mattress I drug in
there it was my own sanctuary for discovering the art
of self-gratification.

I had known about this building prior to Benny's
weekend visit and had checked it out several times
with a friend. I'd even taken my kid brother there and
explained to him about how the bogeyman lived there
and liked to eat little boys. He didn't real buy the
story, but wouldn't go in never the less. Looking for
a place that would give me some privacy I rediscovered
it and, after installing the mattress, made it a daily
ritual of visitation.

I never really claimed the place for the purpose of
making it a masturbation mansion, but it became
quickly obvious to me the same day I had drug the old
stained mattress inside. I was quite pleased with
myself in accomplishing the task since the mattress
was a bit of a struggle for a skinny little kid like
myself.

I was resting on it soon after getting it in the door,
catching my breath from the exertion. Lying there in
shorts and a tee shirt, sunlight dancing through the
wavy windows and flies buzzing the panes, trying to
escape my thoughts quickly turned to sex. I
absent-mindedly started rubbing my dick through my
shorts and quickly became hard.

Knowing what I wanted to do I got up and latched the
door from the inside, and after taking a good look out
the window for intruders lay back down on the
mattress. I unzipped my shorts and pulled them down
along with my underwear to my knees, exposing myself
hard and ready for action.

Still being a newbie to this amazing bit of exercise I
studied my equipment a little closer. All this time I
had this secret power to pleasure myself and didn't
have a clue. I examined myself a little closer to see
what else I may have missed but didn't really notice
too much that I hadn't noticed before. I discovered I
could make my dick jump which was amusing. I also
found out that if I squeezed my butt muscle I could
make the head swell up just a little more. My little
bag was relaxed and I was fascinated to watch my nuts
crawl up and down inside it like some hidden slug.

Playing casually with myself I found little pleasure
spots, especially along the rim of my dick. With the
foreskin pulled completely back I wet my thumb and
rubbed the V-spot at the tip and found that especially
pleasurable. I experimented several different ways of
grasping my dick to stroke it. It wasn't big enough
yet for me to be able to grab it in my fist like I had
done the other boys. Two fingers and a thumb seemed to
work okay. But the best method was to just put all
five fingers of one hand together, ringing my dick and
stroke my dick that way. It worked especially well if
I let my foreskin travel with it. But, experimenting a
little further, and doing something that Benny had
done, I spit in my hand to lubricate my dickhead. This
allowed my fingers to slide over my dickhead directly
and the sensation was almost more than I could stand.

So, lying on my scavenged mattress, in the midday
light streaming through the aged windows of my little
hideaway, and with little spiders watching silently
from the eaves I happily masturbated myself. And not
just once, but three separate times that day. Using my
active imagination the pictures of varied desires
would fill my head, the beginnings of my structured
sexual fantasies. Each of them involved those boys
that I had been intimate with and the things we had
done. My favorite involved Aaron the altar boy and
this fantasy would be cultured in the years to come by
some other things we ended up doing together.

So the little shanty was a nice place to escape to a
couple times a week, and more if I could manage. For
several weeks I would make my way dutifully there, and
after latching the door behind me, my right arm would
get it's usual workout. I often wondered if I had some
telltale look when I arrived or left that was silently
announcing to the whole neighborhood what I was doing.
I just knew that my face was shouting, "Hey! I'm not
in here masturbating, really!"  About the third time I
went I took with me some of my favorite comic books
and a deck of playing cards. And I actually found time
to play with them.

About the first week of summer I had the usual desire
for my private passion and grabbing a model car I was
working on headed for the shanty. There was a short
alley lined in large hemlocks that led to it at the
end of our street. This day turned out a little
different than the others. About halfway down this
alley was a boy standing. Of course I knew him. In a
small town like ours ya knew everyone. His name was
Frederick and naturally everyone called him Freddie. I
thought maybe he was a year younger than I was, about
six inches shorter, blonde hair and skinny as a rail.
I'd only played with him once before at the school
playground, but never really got to know him too well.
I did know that his father had been killed in a mining
accident when he was younger. His Mother and him lived
in a trailer park near the edge of town, just recently
moving there from out in the country. Other than that
I really knew very little about him. I didn't know any
of the kids that played with him.  He was kicking at a
rock in the road and looking up noticed me coming his
way.

"Hey Jakey. Where ya goin'?" He said, smiling at me. I
was kinda surprised he knew my name. He had shorts on
and a blue polo shirt on. On his feet were the tennis
shoes that all the kids seem to wear around there. His
light blue eyes looked at me curiously. I could a see
a smudge of dirt on his cheek, probably from his dirty
hands. He must have been throwing rocks or else
digging in the dirt somewhere. His kneecaps showed the
dirt from where he'd been kneeling recently.

"I'm just going to play with my model. I wanna see if
I can get it finished so's I can paint it." And I
showed him the model box with the picture of the '64
Ford Mustang on it.

"Oh, tha's neat Jake. Can I see what it looks like?"
He sounded a bit excited by it, and I was a little bit
proud of how it was going so far, so I pulled the lid
off the box to show what I had accomplished.

We stood there for a minute talking about the model
and how cool the Mustang's were. I'd used a scoop off
a Camaro model to modify the hood. I had also etched
some lines on the hood where I wanted to put some
stripes. Freddie thought it looked cool and asked some
pretty good questions about the detailing. I began to
look at him with new eyes. He obviously had some
surprises.

"Where ya going with it?" He asked

I hesitated a minute because I wasn't sure I wanted
anyone to share 'my' place yet. But, I guess I felt
pretty comfortable with him and genuinely liked his
interest in what I was doing.

"Well, I got me a little shed I go to where I can be
alone to work on things and read my comic books." I
said, not volunteering any information. I knew what
the next question would be.

"Neat! Can I come too? We could hang out and maybe I
could help ya." He said, with an expectant look on his
innocent young face.

I wasn't sure I did or didn't. I liked the privacy my
'place' afforded me. Not only for reading my comics
and working on my models, but I liked being alone so I
could jerk off if I wanted. But, looking at this cute
kid I began to get some other ideas about some things
we could do. It might be nice just to have a friend
around anyway.

"Sure Fred," I said with a smile. I put my arm around
his shoulders and pointing us towards my place
continued, "Me and you can have a lot of fun
together."

A big grin spread across his face as we started
walking. It occurred to me as we got closer to the
shed that I couldn't recall ever seeing him hanging
out with anyone. Maybe he was a bit of a loner like I
was. Maybe that's what happens when ya don't have a
Dad and Mom keeps ya pretty close. Plus, living out
there in the country the way he had probably didn't
help.

"Who do ya normally hang out with here in town
Freddie? I don't remember seeing ya running around
with anyone."  I asked casually.

"Well, I don't really hang out with anyone. Most kids
do things that I don't really care about; play sports,
fish, that kinda stuff ya know. I usually like to be
by myself anyway. But, I like you. Yer neat." And he
looked at me with the nicest blue eyes and a genuine
smile. It'd melt yer heart.

"Wow, thanks." And I put a hand on his shoulder,
giving it a squeeze. "Yer pretty neat too. I don't
usually do any of that stuff either. I'm just not any
good at it and the kids make fun of me, which I hate."
He looked at and smiled again. I think I'm going to
like this kid.

We had reached the shed and Fred said, "This is it?
Cool." And I opened the door and stepped in. Freddie
followed, glancing around checking out everything.
"I've seen this shed from outside but never thought of
coming in. Is it yours?"

"Naw, some farmer owns it, but he hasn't used it for a
long time. So I cleaned it up and drug this stuff in
here. I like to come here and read and work on my
models and stuff. I don't think anyone knows about it
because no one ever comes here."  I sat down on the
mattress, which was on the floor and lay my model
beside me. I pulled out the couple comic books I had
stashed and showed them to him. He came over and sat
by me and we began to look at the pages together.

We sat like that for about a half-hour, talking about
our favorite superheroes and who were the worse
villains. Then he told me about some of the other
things that he liked to do, many of which was the same
that I liked. It was getting warm, and I had an idea.

"I'm hot Fred. Do ya mind if I take off my shirt?" And
I looked at him for his answer.

He replied quickly, "Oh no! Not at all. I saw ya were
sweating. It is hot in here. Why doncha open the
window?"

"It's not that kinda window. Besides, I like my
privacy. Anyway, when no ones here and it gets too hot
I usually just strip down to my underwear. It's cooler
that way." And I pulled off my tee shirt and folding
it, lay it further up on the mattress.

"Hey, I bet that is cooler." And he pulled off his tee
shirt. He was skinny, like me. Neither of us had any
tan. "Aren't ya afraid someone will come in here if
yer in yer underwear Jake?" He asked.

"Naw, I keep the door locked. Ya see, it has a bolt on
the inside." And I got up and went to the door, threw
the bolt in place and pulled on the door, showing him
it was secure. "Snug as a bug," I said as I smiled.

"Well then, I'm getting in my underwear too." And he
kicked off his shoes, and lying back on the bed, undid
his shorts, lifted his butt in the air and slipped
them off. Setting back up he folded his shorts and set
them on the floor next to the mattress. And there he
sat, his hands on his bony knees, grinning at me
expectantly. "You gonna take your shorts off too
Jake?" A hopeful look on his sweet, upturned face.

"You bet Fred! I can't let ya have all the fun." And I
kicked off my shoes, slowly unzipped my shorts and
then let them fall to the floor. I stepped out of
them, and with my foot picked them up, flipped them in
the air catching them as they came down in front of
me.

I walked over and sat down next to him, throwing my
shorts onto the mattress. "Well, what do ya want to do
now Fred? I have another comic book here." And I
pulled out my favorite Superman with its well-worn
pages. I must've read it a hundred times.

"Can we just talk? I like talking to you. I don't get
to do that much." As he said this he lay back on the
bed and placed one hand on his belly below his belly
button, the other behind his head, looking at me.

"Sure Buddy. I like talking to you too. Yer easy to
talk to and I feel like I can trust you with anything
I might tell ya. I brought ya here to my secret place,
didn't I?" And I lay down on my side next to him, my
head propped in my hand. I took a moment to slowly
check him out letting my eyes roam down his flat
skinny chest past where his hand lay, absently
tickling his belly. He had white cotton briefs like I
did. Like most other kids I knew had. They were clean,
almost new looking. I figure his mom took good care of
him.

I was more interested in trying to see what might be
inside those shorts and I guess I was being a little
too obvious in what I was looking at. I was kind of
caught off guard because it looked like there was
quite a bulge there, out of proportion with this
skinny little kid.

"You wanna see?" He said.

"Uh, um, see what?" I stuttered, looking at him, not
daring to believe what I was just asked.

"Well, my dick. You wanna see my dick?" He said,
innocently, just like he'd asked if I wanted a glass
of milk. "I'll show ya mine, if you show me yours.
Deal?" And he looked at me with that expectant look
again.

Wow, there was more to this kid than you would think.
"Yea, deal." Did all I could say, not believing my
good luck and the turn of events. This was going to be
easier than I thought.

"Okay." He said, and slipping his hand under the
elastic at the top of his underwear he pulled them up
and down. He looked over at me to see my reaction,
grinning again.

"Wow!" I blurted out, not expecting what I was seeing.
His dick was totally out of proportion to the skinny
seventy-eight pound frame it was attached to, which
may have caused it to look bigger than it actually
was. It was at least an inch around and maybe two or
three inches long. He was cut and the rim of his dick
had a soft purple color to it. His nuts were bigger
than mine, his sac relaxed so that they were nicely
nestled and outlined. There was just a hint of light
fuzz on his sac and at the base of his shaft. It was
really a nice piece of equipment. My mouth began to
water.

"So what do ya think Jake?" He now whispered. "Ya like
it?

My eyes went from his prize to gaze into his eyes, a
mischievous gleam in them. Yep, there was a little
more to this kid than ya would expect. I slowly licked
my lips. "I like. I like it very much. It's bigger
than I thought it would be. How old are you anyway?" I
knew this was leading to something, and I was willing
to be the follower.

"Oh, I'll be thirteen next month. I'm only behind you
in school because my mother held me back from starting
school. That was right around when my Dad died and she
didn't think I was ready. So, you think my dick's
big??? And you thought about it? I don't really know
about that though, I never really saw too many other
kids dicks before. None really. I don't have any
brothers like you do. And not really any friends. Now
it's yer turn Jake." He said, letting go of his
underwear and covering his prize up. He looked down at
my crotch and waited for the show to start.

By now I realized that I had an erection and it was
pushing the front of my underwear out. I rolled over
on my back and lifting my butt in the air slid my
briefs down to my knees, exposing my own dick to this
straightforward talking kid. Of course he was checking
it out and caught me off guard when he got up on his
knees and got real close so he could see it better. I
was propped up on my elbows and couldn't help but
smile at how innocent and unembarrassed this kid
seemed to be.

"Wow, it's hard. Mine does that too. It feels really
good too if you play with it when it's like that. Do
you ever do that?" He asked, looking up at me, pausing
for the answer.

I decided to play dumb. "Uh, I don't know what ya
mean. It gets hard like that all the time. And it
feels good. But I never played with it. How do ya play
with it?" I tried to sound innocent and gave him a
look of what I hoped was curiosity.

"Oh man, it's cool. You won't believe it! I found out
one night when my pecker had gotten hard and I just
started rubbing it and couldn't seem to stop. Then I
had this really incredible feeling come over me. Ya
gotta try it. I guarantee you'll like it, trust me!"
He seemed pretty excited by the idea of me trying this
out. I also noticed that the bulge in his shorts had
grown a little. This was going great!

"Okay. That sounds neat. So, how do ya do it?" I
asked, wondering what was next.

"Well, I could tell ya, but I think it'd be easier if
I show ya." And he just reached over and grabbed my
dick in his fist. "Ya gotta grab it like this in yer
hand." And he looked at me, "Wow, you are really hard!
You're a little different than me, though. I can get
my hand around mine a little better. Maybe we can try
this." He said thoughtfully, changing his handhold to
the very same one I used. It must be a universal grasp
with boys or something.

"Yea, there ya go." He said, satisfied, beginning to
stroke me. Looking at his face it had a focused look
on it. I was freaking out. This was too cool. Just out
of the blue I run into this little kid, who's older
than me really, who I have known vaguely, and before
ya know he's in my place stroking me. It could only
get better. "Ya like?" He said, smiling at me,
obviously liking what he was doing.

"Oh man, that really feels good. Don't stop." But he
did, just like that. Holding it in his fingers he got
a little closer to examine my dick. He pulled the skin
back so that the head was more fully exposed, tilting
it this way and that, innocently curious. Then he
petted it as if he wanted to be friends. He reached
down and gently grabbed my sac, feeling the little
marbles inside. There was a look of focused
concentration on his face. I almost felt like a
science experiment or something. "Now what? I asked.

"Oh, you gotta try it. Just do what I did and keep at
it. It gets better, trust me." He said, setting there
on his knees, watching as I tried. I pretended to have
a little trouble and he put his hands on mine to
position them a little better. Satisfied he leaned
back and watched a minute.

I wanted to see some more of him, so I said, "Why
don't you pull yer underwear down and do it too Fred?
I feel kinda weird doing this by myself."

"Yea, okay, no problem." And laying on his back he
took his underwear off completely, his socks the only
piece of clothing he had on. He got back up on his
knees right beside me and I could see his dick again,
and it had grown some more. It was now about four
inches long and about one and a half inches in
diameter. The head had swollen more and the whole
thing stood straight up. It had a darker color to it
than mine did and there was a little skin bunched up
under the rim, like he wasn't fully circumcised. It
looked so soft.

He grabbed it in his fist expertly and started slowly
stroking, glancing from my cock to my face, and
smiling the whole time. "Here, lemme." He said and
gently pushing my hand away he started to stroke
himself and me at the same time. I just put my hands
behind my head and enjoyed watching. As the one hand
stroked up on one dick the other would stroke down.
His face was focused on what he was doing, obviously
enjoying it.

After a few moments of enjoying this I decided to go
for broke. Putting my hand over his hand that was
jerking me off I said, "Can I try something? I heard
my brother say something about it and I want to try it
on you."

"It won't hurt, will it?" He asked cautiously.

"Naw, it won't. In fact, I'm sure you will like it a
lot." And I got up and I put my hand on his shoulder
and said, "Just lie down on yer back."

He lay down, watching me, not sure what to expect, his
hands behind his head.

I got on my knees next to him and, grabbing his dick
in my right hand tried stroking him a couple times,
looking from him to his dick and back, smiling. Then I
bent right over his dick and just sucked it right into
my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head. I heard
his gasp and his hips started to come up off the bed.

"Oh Jake! That's good! Oh Man! Wow!" And his hips
started moving side to side a little.

My hand was still around his shaft and as I started
going up and down on him with my mouth sucking hard,
my fist followed. I grabbed his balls in my other hand
and gently massaged them. It seemed to double the
effect of what I was doing with my mouth. It only took
a moment longer and I could tell he was going to have
his orgasm. I started twisting my fist as it came up
over his dickhead and that was all it took.

"Oh Jake! Oh, Ooooh, it's sooooo good! Uh, Uh, Uh!"
And I could taste cum in my mouth. The kid could even
cum! His hips had come up off the bed, his hands flat
at his side, digging into the mattress. As his orgasm
slowed so did I until finally I was just ever so
gently sucking at his softening member. Glancing
sideways up at his face I could see he had his eyes
closed, the side of his face pressed into the
mattress, squirming, his whole body enjoying the rush
that had just consumed him.

I continued sucking for several minutes and was
surprised to feel his cock begin to once again swell
in my mouth. Another surprise this kid had up his
shirtless sleeve! Now he put his hand on my head,
encouraging me as I began to get a little more
aggressive in what I was doing. He tasted great and
smelled so delicious. I would let the head slide out
of my mouth, my fist coming up over the rim, bringing
the little fold of skin with it. Running my tongue
around the rim a couple times and flicking the tip, I
would once again plunge down sucking him up into my
mouth.

"Hey Jake, that is really something. I'll do it to you
if ya want." His hand, reaching over, had found my
hard dick and he'd begun stroking it using his thumb
and index finger. But it was awkward for him and hard
to do. I had an idea how to solve the problem and for
us both to get what we wanted.

Getting up on my knees I carefully scooted over and
getting my leg over his head I was able to straddle
his face so that now my dick was right in his face.
His dick never left my mouth. It was now in a better
position for me to suck into my mouth and I let go
with my hand, using both of them to help support me.

"Oh, this is cool." I heard Freddie say and he wasted
no time in grabbing my dick and guiding it into his
mouth. It was warm and I felt him suck the whole thing
in his mouth. His tongue was going to town and the
harder that I sucked on his dick the harder that he
sucked on mine. I could feel my little nuts brushing
his nose the same as mine was doing to his.

We stayed like that, sucking and licking, tasting and
smelling each other a good ten or fifteen minutes. It
was just one big aura of pleasure to me. Freddie was
really enjoying himself and didn't seem shy about
experimenting around a little with his new skill,
stopping to kiss my balls and even running his hands
over my butt.

The feeling of pleasure began swelling up in me as he
got more aggressive, now jerking me as he sucked. His
one hand was running around and around my butt and
finally stopped when it seemed to discover the crack
in my cheeks. Instinctively I spread my legs a little
further, which seemed to encourage him to explore a
little further also. His finger ran down the crevice
and brushed over my hole, sending a shudder up my
body. 'Wow! What was that?!' I thought.

Intuitively sensing that he'd touched something magic,
Freddie once again ran his finger over my butt hole,
this time getting a low moan from me. With my dick
deep in his mouth I heard him giggle. Again his finger
found my hole, this time stopping to linger and
massage. I was amazed at how sensitive and erotic it
was. I'd never thought it could feel good playing
around with that part of my body.

I was still sucking steadily at Fred's dick and he had
started thrusting into my face a little more
aggressively.  I was getting very close to having an
orgasm and sucked at him even harder. His cock tasted
so good in my mouth and I didn't want to stop. But, my
jaws were getting tired and I didn't know how much
longer I could last. I increased my grip on his hard
dick and that was all it took to bring him over the
edge. Excited by knowing he was going to cum again I
started my own orgasm. Fred's finger was still at my
hole and for some reason he shoved it in just when he
started cumming, causing me to shove my cock even
deeper into his throat, at least as far as you could
get a little dick like mine was. Being a small guy it
didn't take much to fill his mouth. I immediately
began to have my orgasm.

As his body shuddered and I sucked even harder at his
pulsing dick, I could once again taste his cum, strong
in my throat, though there wasn't much of it. I
swallowed, savoring his unique boy taste. Now my own
body squirmed and twisted as he hung onto my cock with
his hot, sucking mouth, his finger halfway into my
butt, his nose tickling my balls. My orgasm swept over
me as I continued to pump my cock into his hot mouth.
It was even more intense than those I had experienced
already. I guess because of the butthole action. I
could feel my hole squeezing and releasing against the
pressure of his finger.

As my orgasm subsided I had to lie down and just lay
on top of him, my dick still shoved in his mouth and
his still filling my own mouth. I think his dick had
grown an inch as he came and I had every inch of it
buried in my mouth until his balls were directly up
against my nose. They were soft and had a musty odor
to them. I lay my head against his leg as I continued
to softly lick and suck at his softening member. He
pulled his finger out of my butt and continued sucking
at my still hard, but sensitive dick. Both of us
seemed reluctant to stop.

After just a couple more moments though we did and
repositioned ourselves so that now we lay side by
side, not touching, but close. He spoke first. "Jake,
that was something else. I never felt anything like it
before."

"Me either Fred. Thanks for that. I really liked what
you did. And, um, I really liked doing it to you." I
said truthfully.

"Um, I never thought I'd do something like that. I
liked it, both what I did and what you did. But, won't
people think we're kinda weird doing that?" He was
concerned, you could tell.

I got up on one elbow reached out with one hand and
gently turned his cheek so that I could look into his
face. "Hey Freddie, did you enjoy what I did to you?"

"Oh man yea! It was unbelievable." He said sincerely.

"Well, I enjoyed it too, a lot. And no one made me do
it. And no one made you do what you did to me, and I'm
pretty sure you enjoyed what you did to me, right?"

"Yea, I did. It was fun. I liked seeing you enjoy it."
He said, smiling.

"Well, if it was fun, we both enjoyed it, and no one
made us do it, then I think it's our business what we
did here. No one needs to know. And if we enjoyed it
so much, how can it be wrong?" I told him what I had
already figured out about having sex with another boy.


"You know," he said, looking at me thoughtfully, "I
did enjoy that, it felt really great, and it was fun.
I think yer right. And as far as anyone else goes,"
and he looked me in the eye grinning, "Fuck em!"

I burst out laughing. I'd heard that word before but
never dared use it. "You know, yer a pretty special
guy. I think you and me are gonna be pretty good
friends."

"Yer pretty neat too Jake. Thanks fer being nice to
me. None of the other kids seem to want to have
anything to do with me. I dunno why. Maybe it's jus'
'cause I'm shy and don't really do any of those things
the other kids like to do. Maybe 'cause I don't have a
Dad like you guys do. I dunno. Can we hang out some
more and maybe we can even do this stuff again
sometime? I'm sure as hell not gonna tell anyone we
did it." As he said this he was looking up at the
ceiling, but now he looked me in the eye.

My heart went out to him and I got closer, pressing my
naked body close to him. He was warm and soft. I put
my arm around his waist and hugged him close. "Fred, I
think those kids that haven't taken the time to get to
know you jus' don't know what they're missing. I'm
jus' a kid but I can tell you have something special
going on inside you and I feel pretty lucky to be able
to have you as a friend. And I'm sorry ya don't have a
Dad, it must be tough."

There was a tear in his eye and my heart went out to
him. I placed my head on his skinny chest and looked
up at his face. "Anytime you need anything Fred, you
jus' let me know. And as for what we just did; I think
it was a very special thing between us. I really
enjoyed it and would like to do it with you again,
if'n ya want."

"Thanks Jake, that really means a lot to hear you say
that. What we did is special to me too. I'll always
remember this day and what happened. It's probably the
most amazing thing to happen to me so far in my life.
I'm glad it was with you. And yea, I'd like very much
to do it with you again. But, I'd better be headin'
fer home. My Mom worries about me if I'm gone too
long."

He hugged me back, then got up and started dressing. I
lay there for a moment, admiring his body, still
amazed at the size of his dick for such a skinny
little kid.

"Ya wanna come to my house and stay overnight sometime
Jake? I could show some of the models I've done." He
asked, pulling his tee shirt over his head.

"Yea, sure, that'd be great. As long as it's okay with
yer Mom." I grabbed my underwear and started getting
dressed too as we talked.

"Oh yea, she'd love to have ya come over. She worries
about me not having any friends so she'd probably do
anything to keep ya there. She's a great cook. Ya like
hamburgers and fries?" He sat down next to me and
started putting on his shoes.

"Sure do! What kid don't?" We were touching shoulders
as we both finished dressing and then stood up.

I put my hand on his shoulder and turned him to face
me. "Look Fred," I said, giving his shoulder a gentle
squeeze, "Any time you want to talk or hang out, jus'
come find me." And a big smile spread across his face.
"Unless I find ya first."

He just jumped at me and hugged me tightly. I almost
fell backwards, but caught myself and returned the
embrace. After a moment he looked up at me, a tear in
his eyes, and said, "Thanks Jake. You don't know how
special that is to me. I've never had a friend like
you before." And before I knew it he had reached up
and kissed me on the cheek. He looked at me to see my
reaction and I just smiled. I think I'd just found me
a new friend too.

Stepping back and picking up my Mustang model I held
it out to him. "Fred," I said, "I want you to have
this. We can finish it together and maybe you can put
it in yer room or somewhere so that whenever you see
it you'll think of me."

"Oh Man," He said, "This is too cool. Thanks Jake.
This really means a lot to me." And he gave me another
hug. "I'll think of you all the time anyway."

 That was to be a special summer for Fred and me. We
became very good friends and were able to tell each
other our deepest, darkest secrets. I never had
another friend like him since because of the choices I
would later make and of the way my life turned out. We
were to have a few more sessions in the little shanty,
at his home and even out in the woods where we liked
to hike and explore. We also helped each other
discover things about ourselves and our bodies that we
might not have found out any other way.

That summer Freddie's Mom met a man from Texas that
swept her off her feet. They were married that fall
and he took Fred out of my life forever. It was hard
on me, but I think harder on Freddie. We wrote often
but it wasn't the same. He had made a friend like me
he had said, and that made it easier for me knowing
that he had someone.

When he was sixteen, (and I was fifteen), he had
bought himself a motorbike. Coming home late one night
from his part time job at a fast food restaurant a
drunken cowboy had run a stop sign, colliding with
Freddie and his motorcycle, killing Freddie instantly.
I didn't find out until six months later when a small
box came in the mail for me. He hadn't written to
answer the couple letters I had sent and I thought
that maybe he'd gotten bored with me.

I opened the box and there inside were my unopened
letters, along with a note from his mother, telling me
what had happened, a newspaper clipping giving some
more of the details. I just cried and cried. I
couldn't believe it and was very sad for a long time.
Later that day I got the box out again to see what
else was there. Fred's mom had put some of his
personal effects in there for me; some pictures, his
Superman comic books, a couple of his trinkets, and
tucked away in the very bottom was something wrapped
in tissue paper. I pulled it out and carefully
unwrapping it found the '64 Mustang I had given him.
We'd finished it together that summer, arguing a
little over the paint job. Cradling it in my hands I
felt connected to him. Even now, so many years later
when I look at it tucked away on a shelf in my study,
I remember the love that grew between two boys, an
innocence of discovery and genuine affection for each
other. He was a kind boy, a straight shooter and I
would measure kids against him for the rest of my
life.