Date: Wed, 10 Nov 2010 20:36:52 -0800
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Just Like Scott chapter 6 in Gay Male - Young Friends section

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Just Like Scott

Chapter 6

All Good Things Come to an End

I woke up to the smell of bacon frying. I got up, peed and wandered into
the kitchen. Mike had his back to me at the stove and I started to
laugh. "What're you doing?" I asked.

Mike's naked backside was sticking out of my mom's apron. He wasn't wearing
anything else but that. The straps were tied in a bow just above his butt,
which was sticking out the back. I heard the bacon sizzling and crackling
in the pan.

"Oh, hey, you're up." Mike said, just turning his head enough to peer at
me.  "I got a surprise for you. Go get back in bed for a minute." There was
excitement and anticipation in his voice.

"Okay." I wondered what he had in mind. I like surprises. I was still
giggling from seeing him standing there like that. I crawled back into
Scott's bed where I had spent the night snuggled up against Mike's warm,
strong body. Mike's boxers were lying on the floor next to the bed; I
picked them up and smelled them. It was a strange mixture of smells I
didn't like. I tossed them back down and started playing with Rufus,
pretending he was an attack dog and we were on a secret mission together.

Mike walked in and I set Rufus down, excited to see my surprise. His hands
were empty, but mom's apron was poking out in front. I started giggling
again and said, "Ha, you got a boner, I can tell it."

"Yup," he said. "That's part of my surprise."

"What else?" I asked. "Is it something good?"

"Yeah, your favorite." He said with a big smile. Then he pulled the apron
up, showing me his big boner with two pieces of bacon wrapped around
it. "Ta-Da!" He exclaimed, pointing to his bacon wrapped wiener with his
free hand. "Breakfast in bed."

I slapped both hands over my face and fell over laughing. "You're SOOOOO
WEEEIRDD!!"

"No, I'm not, I'm clever."

"Nuh-uh, you're neck and foots." I said.

"Heh, I think you mean 'nuckin futz,' but I'm not that either. Think about
it. It's the perfect idea. You love bacon and I love blowjobs. See? Perfect
combination. You eat the bacon off my dick and I get sucked by you."

I scrunched up my face and stuck out my tongue. "Blech, I'm not eatin'
that. It's touched your wiener. Gro-oo-oss." Mike's face fell and his
shoulders slumped.

"It's clean. I promise." He protested, "I showered and washed my dick when
I first got up this morning."

"So? I'm still not eatin' it. Ick!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Oh-kay." He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. He peeled the bacon off
his wiener and said, "You sure?"

I just nodded yes with my face scrunched back up. The thought of it freaked
me out.

"Wow," he mumbled, with his mouth full of the bacon, "I thought sure this
was the perfect idea. I sooo wanna get sucked by you. It's driving me crazy
thinking about it."

"Why?"

"I don't know. It just is. I wish Scott were here. He'd suck it for me."

"You really want me to do it that bad?" I asked, feeling a little sorry for
him. I could see he really was disappointed his big surprise was
ruined. And, honestly, I didn't like the idea of not measuring up to Scott
as a friend to Mike.

"Yeah. But, if you really, really don't want to, it's okay, I understand."

"Well," I began uncertainly, "if I did try and do it, would you cook me
more bacon to eat after?"

He brightened and looked at me to see if I was serious or messing with
him. "The whole freakin' package, if you want it," he said, "And, I'll make
my famous cheesy eggs and toast up some more Eggo's."

"How about some mac and cheese?" I asked.

"For breakfast?"

"Sure." I said.

"Hey, if that's what you want, that's what I'll make."

I giggled again. Rolling my eyes, I said, "Ohh-kay, I'll try."

"YES!" Mike said, jumping up and tearing off the apron before I changed my
mind. He grabbed the two pillows and set them against the headboard, then
bounced onto the bed and leaned against the pillows. He spread his legs and
patted the bed between them, signaling me to go there. I rolled my eyes and
hopped over his leg kneeling in front of his bobbing boner. He looked like
he was about to open a Christmas present, he was smiling so big.

I took his boner in my fingers and pulled it up off his tummy. I leaned in
and sniffed it. I could smell the bacon on it. Actually, that
helped. Carefully, I stuck out my tongue and licked it. It tasted a little
like bacon. I licked it all the way from where his balls started clear up
to the scrunchy skin part under his big helmet. "Ohhh, ya, Sammy, do it."
Mike said in a dreamy tone. As an afterthought, he added, "Hey, take your
boxers off and be naked while you suck me."

"Why?" I asked.

"I'd just like it better if you did."

"Okay." I tugged them down and off my knees and feet and kicked them to the
bottom edge of the bed. My wiener and balls were loose and dangling.

"Wait." I said after I lifted his wiener from his tummy again.

"What?" he said, nervously. I think he was afraid I was gonna back out.

"First, you gotta promise not to squirt in my mouth."

"I won't. I promise. I'll warn you when I'm about to cum."

"Tell no lie or you will die?" I said, staring him in the eye.

"Tell no lie or I will die, and may my dick fall off, if I do." He added,
holding up his pinkie finger.

I let go of his wiener and it snapped back down against his belly. I
reached up to link pinkies and bump knuckles, sealing the promise. Then, I
took his wiener back in my whole fist and started to rub the skin up and
down. It was so big and warm, my hand didn't even fit all the way around
it. I licked the head part each time I slid the skin back down off of it.

"Do it now, Sammy." Mike urged. "Suck it, my little friend. Suck it good."

I took a deep breath, reached back and retrieved my boxers, and rubbed the
tip dry with them. I bent in close and pressed my lips against the spongy
helmet. I wasn't sure exactly what I should do. I worried I would do it
wrong. Then, I slipped it past my lips to just past the ridge part. I just
sort of held it there trying not to think about him peeing, so I wouldn't
gag again. The longer I waited, the more I was risking it. I tried to think
of something that would help me forget about him peeing and I thought about
my clarinet. I started pretending I was playing my clarinet and his helmet
was my mouthpiece. I let a pool of saliva collect on my tongue and then I
spread it evenly along the underside of his fleshy mouthpiece as though I
was rewetting my reed during a performance. Mike moaned when I did that. I
put both hands on the long, curved, part of his wiener and started
fingering it like it was my clarinet. I set my lips into a tight embouchure
and squeezed it but without biting down with my teeth. I licked around his
tip with my tongue. I could feel it twitch each time my tongue slid over
the scrunched up skin on the bottom side.

After swirling my tongue on it a while, I slipped a little more in and let
the underside of his mouthpiece glide along my tongue. The top of his
mouthpiece rubbed along the roof of my mouth. I'd done it and I wasn't
gagging. I could smell the bacon still and even taste it a bit. I went a
little farther down. I got about half way down it and it pressed into
something in the back of my throat, so I had to pull back up. I left the
mouthpiece part in, though. Then, I repeated it.  I thought about the
banana Mike used to teach me about what a blowjob is. It helped me to
pretend his wiener was a banana now instead of my clarinet, since I was
putting more than just the mouthpiece in. Soon, I was sliding up and down
really fast just like Mike did to the banana and I even thought I could
kind of taste a little banana flavor. I bared my teeth and slid them down
his banana like I do to get the stringy parts off. Immediately, Mike jerked
and cried out, "Ahhh." I panicked and thought he was gonna squirt and
pulled it out quick.

"Watch the teeth." Mike said, grabbing the tip of his wiener in his fist
and squeezing it. "They hurt."

"Oh, sorry." I said.

"It's okay, just be careful of that." He relaxed and let go of his wiener
and said, "suck it some more and play with my balls while you suck me, just
watch the teeth."

I returned to my assigned chores, sucking his banana again, but being very
careful about where my teeth were. I didn't want to hurt him again. He
began squirming and softly moaning once more, repeating how good it felt.

"Mmmm, so nice." He kept saying.

I enjoyed playing with his balls. They felt soft and smooth. They weren't
hanging as loose as usual, but were pulled up tighter under his
wiener. Still, I could move them around in the sack good enough and gently
tug on them. I didn't want to hurt him anymore, so I didn't tug too hard.

Mike moaned over and over. He reached down and took my hand that was
holding the lower part of his wiener and got me to wrap my whole hand
around it instead of just two fingers. He took my hand in his and showed me
how to slide it up and down on the bottom part while I sucked up and down
on the top. It's so weird how it's hard and soft at the same
time. "Hellyah. Soooo good." He muttered.

I was really busy. It was hard to think about doing it all. I would forget
to keep rubbing his balls for a while, then, I would remember and start
again. Or, I'd stop rubbing his long part and he would reach down and start
me up again. I felt him twitch. I glanced up and saw his eyes closed and
his mouth was twitching. When his mouth twitched his eyes squinted tighter
closed at the same time. He was barely breathing. "I'm close." He
whispered. I started to pull away, but he grabbed my head with his
hands. "Not yet, don't stop yet." I pushed upward against his hands. He let
go.

I was nervous, but I decided to trust him and I started up again. In just a
few seconds, the twitching started happening again. His upper lip twitched
a little at first then more and more, showing his top teeth and his eyes
squeezed tighter when he did it. Mike lifted his legs up over my shoulders
and clamped my head between his thighs. Then he squeezed the sides of my
head between his thighs and started controlling my sucking
motion. Suddenly, he cried out and jerked my head up off his wiener.  It
slapped down onto his belly then immediately jerked back up off of it. His
thighs quivered against my head as a huge blast of the white cum stuff shot
clear up between his nips. He shook all over and cried out again as a
second blast squirted onto his belly. Finally, he relaxed and slid his legs
down my sides, back onto the bed. He was panting. The powerful smell of
fresh, hot, cum filled my senses. I sat up against my heels and watched the
ongoing jerking of his wiener and was amazed how his balls rolled up and
down in their sack, all on their own. With each spasm, more white goo oozed
out onto his abs and filled his belly button hole. Some of it had gone
runny and was slipping down his side onto the bed. I rubbed the juicy stuff
he had leaked into my mouth while I was sucking him across the roof of my
mouth with my tongue. It really didn't taste so bad.

Mike rose up, grabbed my face between his hands and kissed me on the
lips. I pulled back, shocked, and instinctively wiped it off with the back
of my hand. He chuckled and said, "That was freakin' amazing, little
friend. I'll never forget it." I was pretty sure I wouldn't either. Our
eyes locked. I was happy to see how sparkly his eyes were. My dark brown
eyes smiled at him and he smiled back with his own sparkly, blue ones.

"Want me to do yours now?" He asked.

"No thanks." I said. "I want my bacon, I'm STARVING."

I grabbed my boxers and jumped off the end of the bed and put them on. "You
coming?" I asked.

"Nope, I already cummed." He said, laughing at his joke and wiping at the
dripping cum with yesterday's boxers he'd left on the floor. "Let's go wash
up then and I'll fix you breakfast."

Later at the table, I said, "I can't believe it's your last day to be
here," as I finished off the last piece of syrup coated bacon.

"I know." Mike agreed. "I'm gonna miss you, little friend."

"Can you really try and get mom and dad to let me take swim lessons from
you?" I asked hopefully. "Then we can see each other for that."

"Definitely."

"Cool."

"So, what do you want to do today when the chores are done and before your
mom and dad get home tonight?" Mike asked.

"I don't know. But, I don't have any chores to do except read my book and
practice my stupid clarinet."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I did everything else yesterday."

"Cool, so, we got plenty of time for something then." Mike said. "Should we
call and see if Tommy's mom can take us back to Durfee Rec?"

"I guess, if you want to." I said, half-heartedly. That hadn't been that
great an experience for me.

Mike called and I was secretly glad that no one was home. Mike left a
message. "Too bad, I really wanted to swim." Mike said when he hung up the
phone.

"Yeah, swimming would be fun." I agreed, even though I was glad not to have
to share Mike with Tommy on our last day together.

"Hey, I got a great idea." Mike said. From the tone of his voice I could
tell it was a little sketchy.

"What?"

"Let's make a picnic lunch and ride our bikes up to Baker Reservoir. You
just can't tell your mom."

"Wow, can we?" I was thrilled. Mom never lets me go there, ever. Some kid
drowned in it once and she thinks it's dangerous. I know Mike and Scott had
gone there before because I heard them talking about it. There's supposedly
a big rope tied to a giant tree that hangs over the shore and you can climb
up on a big rock and swing out to drop in the water.

"Sure, you just have to promise not to tell your mom, she doesn't like it
when Scott and I go there."

"I'll add it to the list." I said.

Mike laughed. "Yeah, it's a pretty long list, isn't it?" Mike suggested,
"I'll cleanup the kitchen and Scott's room while you read and
practice. Then, make your bed in your room and pick up all your clothes and
stuff while I make a lunch and we can go."

The phone rang and I could tell it was mom from Mike's half of the
conversation. "Yeah, everything's been great." He said. "No problems." "Oh,
yes, Sammy has been very good for me." When he said that, he grabbed his
package and winked at me. I busted up laughing and he snickered too. "Oh,
nothing, Sammy just did something that made me laugh." Mike said into the
phone. "We'll probably go to the park today. Sammy wants to work on his
baseball skills." My heart dropped, thinking he changed his mind about
Baker Reservoir, then, I realized that was just what he was telling my
mom. "Yeah, here he is. See you tonight. Around 6:30 or 7:00? Okay, great."
Mike handed the phone over to me.

"Hi, mom." I said. "Yeah, I've been good. Yes, I miss you too." I answered
all her questions, none of which required me to tell any big lies. "How's
grandma?" I asked. I could tell that made her happy that I asked, but she
said she is still sick and probably won't live much longer. "That's sad." I
said. Mom told me that we all have to get old and die sometime and that
grandma lived a good life. She told me we need to live our lives without
having any regrets like she did. I agreed with her, but was ready to get
off the phone after that and started giving shorter answers to her
questions. "I love you, too. Bye."

I hung up and went straight to the bookshelf for my book.  I was reading
the part where Billy picked up his new hunting dogs in town and how the
stupid boys from the school teased him because he was from the hills and
was different from them. I worried again, as I read it, about the boys at
school next year teasing me. I thought about them all pointing and laughing
at my different wiener with skin on it and no hair. I heard some kids
talking that some bullies once pushed a naked boy out of the gym door and
locked it so he couldn't get back in. He had to cover his wiener and run
through the gym, out into the main hall, and back in through the front
doors to the locker room.  I was really nervous about going to junior high
and showering in gym class.

After reading, I quickly grabbed my clarinet and blew through each of my
practice pieces one time, then quickly disassembled it and did a really
fast cleaning job on it before sticking it back in the case. I worried
again about having to carry my clarinet case back and forth to
school. Everyone would see me carrying it and know I was in band. "Life
gets complicated when you start growing up," I thought.

Quickly, I went in and straightened my room and made my bed and pulled on
some shorts. I dumped everything in my backpack out onto my closet floor
and closed the door on the mess. I tossed my yellow board shorts and a
towel in my backpack and tossed in the pair of swim goggles Mike had given
me yesterday. He said they were an extra pair and if I was going to be on a
swim team, I would need some. I liked putting them on and feeling how tight
they were on my eyes. Yesterday, I stuck my face in the sink to see if they
leaked water in my eyes, but they worked perfectly. I was so
excited. "Should I wear flip flops or my old Vans?" I wondered. I decided
on the Vans since we were riding bikes pretty far to get to the reservoir.

"I'm ready!" I called out. I found Mike in Scott's room just finishing
up. He was already packed and so we headed out the back door and retrieved
the bikes from the shed. Mike rode Scott's mountain bike and I rode my
regular bike.  At least mine had three gears on it, so it wasn't too bad
going up the hills. It was fun to ride with Mike on our big adventure. I
had to work my butt off, though, to keep up with him. On the second hill, I
was sucking wind and had to call to him to wait up. After that, he tried to
hang back with me and not push me too fast. After about 30 minutes, we hit
the dirt roads, then, we rode for about another hour to get to the
reservoir. The higher we got, the cooler it felt. I thought maybe I should
have brought a jacket for the ride home. Soon, we were surrounded on both
sides by trees and bushes. It was pretty and I could smell the forest
pine. I heard the brook running beside the road and I guessed it must come
out of Baker Reservoir.

Mike had a large pack with our food and drinks. I only had one water bottle
for drinking along the way and my clothes. He was packing everything
else. He's nice like that. As we rounded the last bend, Mike fell back
beside me and pointed up, "That's it." He said. "Not much farther."

"Good." I gasped. I was almost worn out.

When we were almost there, we saw three other boys on the big rock. One of
them was about to swing on the rope. I watched closely to see how he did
it. I really wanted to show Mike that I wasn't afraid to try it and I was
hoping it wouldn't be too scary. I started getting really excited for this
day.

"Nick!" Mike called out, waving.

"Mikey! Whassup?" Nick called back from on top of the big rock. We pushed
our bikes around the rock on a narrow trail between the rock and the thick
brush and chained them to a tree on the back side, hidden from the
roadway. There were three piles of clothes beside a fallen tree. Nick and
his two buddies were all up on the rock and walked over to the edge,
peering down at us.

"I didn't see your truck." Mike said.

"Ya, we hiked up. My old man pulled my keys." Nick explained. "And, it's
your fault."

"My fault?" Mike asked, puzzled. "How?"

"Remember on Monday, when you didn't go to the movies with me?"

"Yeah, so?" Mike said.

"Well, I decided to see if Crystal could go, but she was babysitting her
little brother, same way you were babysitting the minnow there." He glanced
at me. I scowled back. I almost said something about not being babysat, but
didn't dare.

"But, she said her little brother was napping and I should come over." Nick
continued, "When I get there, she's just wearing these grey, short, shorts
and a tank. So, we started making out and stuff in the living room and
pretty soon I'm like feeling her all up, rubbing her bare tits under her
bra and she is like rubbing and squeezing my pecker through my shorts and
getting me all horned up, you know."

"Yeah, and your point is? Other than to make us all jealous, I mean." Mike
said laughing. Everyone was staring at Nick in awe at this point.

"Hold on. I'm gettin' to it." Nick said, holding out his palm. "So I been
tryin' to get in her pants for a while now, you know. And, so, we're all
sexed up, grindin' on each other and she asks me if I got a rubber. Of
course, I'm all 'hell ya' and pull it outta my wallet. And she actually
suggests we do it right there in her living room and effin strips her tank
and bra off and starts pulling down her shorts and panties. I'm all just
standing there like a fuckin' idiot, like I been hit between the eyes with
a 2x4 or somethin'. Then, she effin takes my shirt off and hugs me and
starts all like rubbing her tits on my chest. So, I like realize it's not
an effin dream, you know, and start rippin' my shorts and boxers off and,
of course, I already got a ragin' boner. She effin kneels down and starts
jackin' my pecker and rubbin' my ass. I'm about to bust a nut right there,
so I had to pull away and told her to lay down. She laid on the rug and
spread 'em for me and started rubbin' herself, playing with her clit and
squirmin' around while I'm trying to get the effin rubber packet open. My
hands are shakin' so much, I can barely do it. Finally, I get it open and
roll the fucker on my pecker and kneel down between her and try to find her
cunt, you know, but I can't find it. I'm all pokin' her and pokin' her, but
it's not goin' in."

"Holy shit." Mike said. "No way."

"So, no shit, she reaches down and grabs my pecker and guides it to her
effin slimy cunt and I slide it in. Dude, you don't even know. It's the
most effin amazing thing ever. It's like a blowjob times ten. She pulls me
down on top of her and I just start humping like an effin rabbit. In like
ten seconds, I'm freakin' shootin' my wad. She starts to fuckin' laugh when
I collapse on her after cummin' and she's all like, 'that's it?' you know,
and well, I'm like 'fuck, I never did this before, how long you think I can
effin go?' and, no shit, right then the doorbell rings."

"We're like, 'Shit, who's that?'" Nick said, reliving the panic he felt. "I
sorta popped out of her cuz my pecker was goin' soft now and she started
grabbin' her clothes and I grabbed mine and ran to the bathroom. Then, they
started bangin' on the door and ringin' the doorbell over and over. I
pulled the condom off and flushed it and wiped my pecker off with some TP
really quick, then pulled my clothes on and walked out to find my old man
standing there next to Crystal with that effin 'you're in so much trouble'
look on his face and I knew I was fucked."

"I'm all like, 'Dad, what're you doing here?' Then he's like, 'No, what're
YOU doing here?' and I tried to explain about you couldn't go and so I
called Crystal and she said she was babysitting and I could just come hang
with her and keep her company and all we was doin' is just watchin' TV. He
wasn't buyin' it and asked what show we were watchin' and I'm all thinkin'
like what would be on in the middle of the freakin' day and she fuckin'
says Oprah. My old man started to laugh."

"Wow." Was all Mike could say.  The rest of us were completely
speechless. I had a boner and I looked over to see that Mike was tenting in
his shorts too.

"Then, my old man says to me, 'Lemme see your wallet' and so I give it to
him, and he goes all through it and says, 'Take me to the bathroom you just
came out of' and I'm thinking he effin knows, he effin knows for sure. So I
take him there and he pushes me inside and shuts the door. I was expecting
him to check the trash can for the rubber and was all glad I flushed the
fucker, but instead, he is all like 'Drop your shorts AND your boxers' with
his arms crossed like just do it and don't argue."

I started to feel scared for Nick, just listening to all this. I imagined
how scared I would be if it was me in there with my dad. I could imagine
the panic he must have felt.

"So," Nick continued. "I'm all like asking what did you say and why and
he's all, 'Just do it.' So, I pull 'em down and he effin reaches out and
rubs his fingers on my pecker and balls and then sniffs 'em. He says, 'I
assume, since your rubber is missing from your wallet, that you used it
when you fucked your girlfriend out there just now,' and I'm all like
wondering how the fuck he knew I had a rubber and also how the fuck he knew
to smell my dick, and most of all how the fuck he even knew I was at
Crystal's house. Fuckin' parents know everything. So, I'm all like 'Ya, I
used it' cuz why try to effin lie at this point, you know. Then, he's all
like 'If I can't trust you to go and be where you say, I can't trust you to
drive and then he says to go apologize to Crystal and tell her I'm banned
from seeing her anymore and to get my ass home and stay in my room until he
gets there."

"Shit, man." Mike said. "What did he do when he got home?"

"He lectured the shit outta me. He said how risky it was to be havin' sex
at my age. He said he was glad I used a condom, but asked me 'What if it
failed?' It could ruin my life and crap. And he said what if her father
found out? He might effin shoot me or somethin' and more crap I can't
remember. Then, he told me I was grounded from the truck until school
starts and then I can only drive to and from school for a while until he
thinks he can trust me again. So, if you just woulda effin gone to the
movies with me, none of it woulda happened."

Mike busted out laughing. "So, if I'm responsible for getting your truck
taken away, then I'm also responsible for getting you laid for the first
time. So I think you owe me, big time."

"Shit, dude. I guess you're right. What you want, a blowjob?" Nick asked,
smiling.

"No, F that." Mike said, still laughing, "I want Crystal's phone number."

Everyone fell over laughing at that. When we all recovered, Mike asked "So,
how come you guys aren't nuttin' it?"

"Oh, we were," Nick started to explain, "but we heard you comin' up the
road, so we pulled our shorts back on. We didn't know it was you." Then
Nick asked, "So, is it cool to go nut with your babysitting kid here?" I
bristled again at that.

"Oh, yeah." Mike said, looking over at me. "He's totally cool with
that. Hell, he runs around the house naked half the time." I turned bright
red, I could tell, because my face got really hot feeling.

"Cool. Off they go then." Nick said, and pulled his blue and white
Quicksilver's off and threw them down at us. Mike caught them before they
hit his face and tossed them over onto Nick's clothing pile. I had noticed
how hairy Nick was when he was telling his story. He was blonde, like Mike,
and well built, like Mike, but he had curly, blonde hairs all over his legs
and even on his chest and back. He even had some on his butt. The hair on
his head was matted in tight, short curls from being wet. He had a ton of
hair under his arms and he had a big bush of pubic hair. Not only just
above his wiener, but all over his balls too. His wiener wasn't all that
big, maybe three inches, and his balls were so small they were almost
hidden in his thicket of super curly hair.

The others followed suit and unsuited themselves, tossing their shorts down
by the log. Mike quickly stripped himself naked and stuffed his clothes in
his pack while I slowly removed my shirt and kicked off my shoes. I was so
nervous, I was shaking slightly. I didn't know what I should do. All these
guys were older. The tall, skinny kid on the rock was smooth and hairless
except for above his balls like Mike was. He was dark haired and kind of
darker skinned. He had a nice tan that went all over except where his board
shorts covered. I kind of thought he might be part Indian. I figured he
must go shirtless a lot. He had an okay package. It was bigger than Nick's,
but not as big as Mike's. The other kid was a little overweight, not fat or
anything, just a little pudgy. His wiener and balls were similar in size to
the tall kid's, but a little thicker. He had really white skin, kind of
pale even. He had light brown hair and freckles all over his shoulders,
face and arms. They were all cut, so I was gonna be the odd one with extra
skin and no hair. Mike started climbing up the rock and I watched his
muscles flex and tighten with each step and reach. He looked so strong and
powerful. As he got higher, I could see the backside of his long, dangling
balls divided in half by a tight line of skin and the tip of his wiener
swinging from side to side. My wiener twitched and I had another horrifying
thought. "What if I get a boner?"

Suddenly, what I had looked forward to as a wonderful, fun, exciting time
with Mike was turning out to be a big drama. I was a nervous wreck. "Why
did they have to be here, anyway?" I thought. Finally, I decided to just
strip down to my boxers. I climbed up the rock, too, but it wasn't as easy
as Mike made it look. Up on top, you could see way down the road and easily
know if someone was coming. I guess that's how they saw us. The tall skinny
kid had just launched himself off the rock, swinging from the rope on a
dead run, yelling like Tarzan. It was funny to watch him flying out there
all naked with his legs kicking around and his package flipping around like
crazy. At the highest point of his swing, he let go and tumbled awkwardly
into the water with a huge splash. The other kid stood on the edge and
grabbed the rope when it swung back.

"What happens if you miss the rope?" I asked.

"Then the jackass that missed it has to climb the effin tree and slide out
on that limb and get it." Nick said.

"Oh." I said, making sure I watched closely how retrieving the rope was
done. I definitely didn't want to have to climb the tree. The rope looked a
little scarier from up here than it had from the shore.

"I'm going, who's catching the rope?" the chubbier kid asked.

"I will." Mike offered.

"Toad, do an effin backflip this time." Nick urged.

"Maybe," Toad said. He took two steps back, less than half as far as the
tall kid started from, and pushed off. Just past the rope reaching its low
point, Toad let go and made a lame attempt to flip over and smacked the
water with a loud clap in a massive belly flop.

We all cringed and said "OHHHHHH" simultaneously.

When he emerged, he cried out "Shit! That killed my baby makers." We all
busted up laughing as he slowly swam to shore with his white butt bobbing
up and down on the surface.

The tall kid was back up on the rock now and standing next to me. He had a
wide smile and big white teeth. He had a narrow face and dark, close set
eyes. Even though he wasn't very muscular, he was ummm, cute. I'm not sure
if you can call other guys cute, but he was. I wouldn't say it out loud or
anything but I definitely thought it. I checked out his package. His wiener
was more slender and his tip part was disproportionately large for the size
and thickness of the pole part. It hung softly over his sack that was
pulled up tight from the cold water. His wiener shrunk up like an inch from
being all cold. He had his arms crossed over his chest, hugging himself and
shivering slightly. "Is it really cold?" I asked him.

"Kinda. But, it feels good since it's so hot out in the sun." He answered,
smiling down at me. I smiled back and he said to me, "Wow, you got big
dimples. You're kinda cute for a little kid. How old are you anyway?"

I felt myself blush. He called me cute and had said it out loud. "Almost
twelve."  I answered.

"Almost like as in six months, or almost like as in next week?" he pursued.

 "Like in a couple months." I answered.  "How old are you?"

"I just turned 14. What's your name?"

"I'm Sammy. What's yours?"

"Shawn, but everybody calls me Ribs."

"Why?" I asked.

He didn't answer, instead he spread his arms out wide and sucked in his
gut, practically all the way in to his spine. His skin stretched over his
bony rib cage and you could practically count each one. He looked like a
skeleton wrapped in brown tissue paper. "Oh, I see." I said.

He relaxed his gut and clasped his arms back around his chest.

"Show him what else you can do, Ribs." Nick said. Ribs sat down on the
rock, put his arms through his legs and grabbed his butt, then pulled
himself completely through his legs, practically folding himself in half.

"Wow." I said, impressed.

"Skinny fucker can suck his own pecker." Nick added.

 "What's his real name?" I asked, pointing at Toad, who was climbing back
up the rock, still whining about his baby makers.

"His name's Todd, but everyone calls him Toad." Ribs explained.

"How old is he?" I asked.

"Same as Nick and Mike. They're all gonna be juniors next year. I'm just
gonna be a lowly freshman." He said.

"So how come you hang out with them?" I asked, being nosy.

"Oh, well, my bro is their age and he was coming and so they were letting
me tag along, but he got sick today so Nick said I could still come
with. Nick, Mike and my bro are all on the swim team together." He told me.

"What about Toad?" I asked.

"No, he's not. I mean, c'mon, look at him. The only exercise he gets is
jacking off." Ribs said, softly. "I think he just had some classes with
Nick or something. I'm not really sure."

"My brother is friends with Mike." I said to explain what I figured Ribs
was probably wondering about.

"What's his name?" Ribs asked.

"Scott." I said.

"Oh, yeah, I know Scott. He hangs out with my bro and Nick and Mike
sometimes too. Yeah, now I can see how much you look like him. I was trying
to think who you reminded me of. You really look just like a mini-Scott."

I just smiled but didn't say anything more.

"So, first time 'skinny dippin,' huh?" He said to me.

"Yeah, how'd you know that?" I asked.

"The boxers. Kinda shy, are you?"

I looked down and shrugged.

"Yeah, I was kinda that way too at first. But once you go nut, you hate
wearing a swimsuit. I swear, if they could, my bro, Nick and Mike would all
ditch their speedo's and just swim nude on the school team."

"Yeah, definitely." Mike confirmed, and turning to me said, "What's up with
the boxers anyway, Sammy? Lose 'em, dude. Set your little friend free." Now
everyone was staring at me. I realized I just shoulda taken 'em off to
begin with. Now, it was worse cuz everyone was staring at me and it was a
big deal.

"Kay." I said reluctantly. Slowly, I pulled them down exposing my hairless,
little, skin covered wiener. Then, I pulled them over my bony knees and
stepped out. I turned and tossed them over the edge to the log below.

"Cool!" Ribs exclaimed. "You got a billy-bob dick."

"A what?" I asked.

"A billy-bob. That's just what I call uncut dicks like yours." He
explained. Then he added, "I'm jealous. I wish mine were a billy-bob."

I perked up and smiled up at him. "Really? Why?" I asked.

"Look at how awesome it is. It's unique and you got all that extra skin to
play with." He said. "You're lucky."

"Thanks." I said. I was almost cheerful now. It wasn't bad after all. No
one else said anything and just looked away after they'd finished fully
checking me out. I decided, I really liked Ribs. He was nice. "Maybe that's
how gym class will be," I thought, "Maybe everyone will look at it and be
all jealous of me."

Mike took a running leap, grabbed the rope up higher than the others had
done causing him to swing even farther out and he did a perfect twisting
backflip into the water. "Wow. Awesome." I shouted. The others clapped for
him when he popped back up out of the water.

Nick caught the rope and was getting ready to go. "Your turn next, minnow;
come catch the rope when I go."

My heart thumped in my throat. "Nah, I'll wait. Ribs can go."

Ribs agreed right away and took his spot behind Nick. Nick launched himself
off the rock but being shorter couldn't reach up as high as Mike. Still, he
was very athletic and built a lot like Mike and was not afraid to try
anything. He did a backflip into the water too, just not as stylish as
Mike's was.

"Wow, they go far." I said to Ribs. "Yeah, It's really fun, you sure you
don't wanna try it? I'll catch the rope for you." He offered.

"Umm, okay then, if you catch the rope."

He handed me the rope and I backed up four steps. My stomach felt sick. I
was shaking all over. It was so far down. I felt frozen to the rock.

"Do it." Ribs said.

"Yeah, do it." Toad said.

"DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!" they all started chanting.

I bit my bottom lip and ran to the edge of the rock and stopped, barely
keeping my balance.

"AHHHH." They all cried out.

"DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!" they all started chanting again. I backed up and ran
forward again and this time held my breath and pushed off.  I was sailing
through the air. The wind was blowing across my naked body. I felt crazy,
free, and wild. I waited past the halfway point when the rope started going
back upward and held on just long enough to go farther than Toad had, then
I let go and pinched my nose with one hand and clasped my other hand over
my balls and dropped feet first into the water.

The sound, "Whoosh," filled my ears as the chilly water rushed over my body
and then up over my head. It was just cold enough to make me need to
gasp. Of course, you can't underwater. When I popped back up, I heard
everyone clapping and cheering.

"It's COLD!" I yelled, in my squeaky little girl voice that came out
sometimes.

"Way to go, minnow." Nick called out.

"That was awesome, little friend." Mike told me and gave me a hug when I
crawled out onto the shore. The warmth of his naked body felt good after
being in the chilly water and I hugged back tightly. My wiener started
twitching. Realizing we were in front of other boys, so I quickly pulled
away and looked around. No one seemed to be paying any attention.

Soon, I was taking my turn with the rest and catching the rope, no
problem. I even tried doing some easy tricks and I didn't have to hold my
nose or balls any more. In fact, I liked the feeling of the cold water
splashing on my balls. After a long while of doing the rope, we grew tired
of it and moved into the water to swim. I put my goggles on and proudly
announced that Mike was gonna teach me to swim better so I could be on the
high school team some day. Nick told me that was cool and he came over and
helped with tips on how to kick the right way. Soon, I could tell I was
already swimming faster.

When the lesson was over, we all sat on the log and ate our lunches. We
stayed naked the whole time. It was kinda fun. I was starving and I was way
excited to see Mike actually made me a BLT and a PB&J. I started checking
out the other guys' bodies more closely while I ate. I caught Ribs sneaking
peeks at my package too. I still thought Ribs was cutest. I couldn't look
at him too long, though, cuz I could feel my wiener swelling up if I did.

After we ate and just talked a while, we all played a funny game called
Piranha. The piranha could swim normal on their front side, but the other
fishes had to swim on their backs. Mike and Nick were good at the
backstroke, but the rest of us stunk at it. It was a game of tag where the
piranha tried to catch the other fish to make them it. The piranha had to
bite or lick the other guy's wiener or balls. Not hard, just enough to be
sure he was tagged. You were allowed to kick off and use your hands to grab
and stuff, but the fishes had to only stay on their backs. Then that guy
became the piranha and the piranha became a regular fish and switched over
to his back. The guy that had just been the piranha was safe until he could
get far enough away. Whenever the others got tired of being the piranha,
they would come attack me, since I was the slowest swimmer. When I was
getting frustrated about not catching someone, Mike or Ribs would slow up
and let me get them. So, over the course of our game, everyone nibbled or
licked my wiener and balls several times. I was surprised that nobody got a
boner from playing. Nobody got boners all day long, although, I had to
think really hard about other stuff a couple of times to keep mine from
growing. The one time I did get kinda boned was when Ribs was the piranha
and he swam under water and I didn't even know. He popped up right between
my legs when I was just slowly cruising on my back looking for where he
was. He grabbed me with his arms and sucked my whole wiener and both my
balls in his mouth, then spit 'em out and said "You're so it!" Luckily,
since I was now the piranha, I got to roll over and hide my growing boner
under the water.

After that game ended, we climbed out and started drying off. We started
asking what we should do now. No one wanted to swim anymore. The sun wasn't
as hot as it had been.

I heard Nick whisper to Mike, "Can you ditch the minnow, so we can go do
some trout fishin'?"

Mike shook his head, no. Nick looked annoyed. "Can he just come watch,
then?" Nick whispered again.

"I don't know." Mike answered. "Maybe."

"Sammy, we want to go over in those bushes and mess around a bit. You wanna
stay here with Toad and Ribs by the bikes?" Mike asked. Toad and Ribs
immediately objected to being stuck behind with me. Tears started to well
up in my eyes. I didn't want to be excluded. I didn't want this day that
had been so great, to end with Mike going off without me again like he did
with Tommy at Durfee Rec. Center.

I shook my head emphatically, NO, but couldn't speak because I was
emotional.

"Alright, well you wanna come be with us then?" Mike asked.

"Yes." I said weakly.

Nick gave Mike a "are you sure?" look and Mike just shrugged back at him.

We all packed up our stuff and carried it with us down the small trail
around the water's edge and into a thicket. The thicket gave way to a
grassy clearing full of purple and yellow wildflowers. It was perfectly
hidden from the trail. On one side of the grassy area was a three man
tent. Nick, Toad and Ribs all tossed their gear in the tent and dragged out
sleeping pads. Mike and I spread our towels out.

"All right, Mikey. Time to collect on that debt I owe you." Nick said. Mike
sat on the sleeping pad and Nick pushed him onto his back and climbed
between his legs.

Mike spread his legs wider and propped his head up with his hands. He liked
to watch. His wiener was already sprouting up. I was sitting next to Ribs
and Toad was sitting on the other side of Ribs. We three were watching the
show about to start. Toad already had a full-on boner and was rubbing
it. He was actually boned up before we even got off the trail and came into
the thicket. I guess he knew what Nick meant by going "trout fishing." Ribs
was still soft and sitting with his knees up and his arms wrapped around
them. I could see his wiener and balls hanging loosely between his
thighs. They were hanging down lower now that we had been out of the water
a while, but the knob on the end of his wiener was still way bigger than
normal for the size of his pole. I copied him and pulled my knees up toward
my chest as well.

Now, Nick was sucking on Mike's balls and Mike had a huge smile on his
face. Ribs let his leg and foot come over and rest against mine. I started
getting a boner but I wasn't worried about it now.  Ribs was staring at it
instead of at Nick and Mike's show.

"Hey, minnow?" Nick called over, looking at me. "You wanna suck on a nice
big trout?"

Before I could answer, Mike spoke up and said, "No way man. He's not
sucking you, so forget it."

I was relieved and thankful to Mike. I had no desire to suck Nick's hairy
thing. Ribs reached over and put his arm around my shoulder. I didn't pull
away as I think he feared I might do, so he began rubbing my back. It felt
nice. The afternoon sun was still warm, but not as hot as it had
been. Sitting there naked in the sunshine getting my back rubbed by this
cute guy and watching my friend, Mike, get a blowjob from Nick was one of
those memories that will always be with me. I linked it to the smell of the
wildflowers growing around us mixed with the pine scent carried on the
slight breeze. I shuddered and clenched my knees more tightly and sighed in
satisfaction. It was so cool to be part of the big boys fun.

Nick pulled off Mike's dick and said to Toad, "Well if I can't get the
minnow to do it, I'll have to settle for a toad." Nick pointed at Toad and
commanded, "Toad, get yur ass over here and let me slap you around with my
big trout." It wasn't really that big, even boned, but no one was gonna
argue with Nick.

Toad immediately stopped jacking himself and hustled over to Nick and
Mike. He pulled his sleeping pad over with him and lay down on it behind
Nick. Lying on his back, he scooted underneath Nick's hairy balls. Nick
lowered himself downward until Toad could reach around and grab a handful
of Nick's butt cheeks. Toad pulled Nick's wiener to his mouth and eagerly
began sucking it for him.

Ribs shifted onto his left side and leaned his head on his left arm. With
his right hand, he began slowly rubbing my leg and belly. He slid his hand
down under my thigh and playfully flicked my wiener. I lowered my knees and
leaned back on my elbows to allow him better access to me. With that clue,
Ribs boldly leaned over and sucked my throbbing wiener into his warm, moist
mouth. "Ohhhh," I moaned.

He began sucking slowly and firmly. He began fondling my little balls with
his right hand. He would pull all the way off my dick and nibble on the
loose skin dangling from the tip of my wiener with his teeth, but not
hard. Then, he would slurp my wiener back into his mouth, deeply, and hold
it with his nose and chin pressed tightly into my groin. I lay back flat on
my back and closed my eyes. Ribs scooted around and straddled my head. He
lowered his beautiful smooth 4 1/2 inch boner toward my lips. I knew what
he was hoping for. I opened my eyes watched his balls squirming in their
smooth hairless pouch and his oversized swollen knob bobbing at the end of
his skinny boner pole. His wiener didn't curve at all like a banana, the
way mine and Mike's did. It just stuck straight out from his body, like it
was a broomstick or something. I could smell his boy smell. I liked it. It
was lucky that he could arch his back so much, because otherwise we
wouldn't have fit to suck each other at the same time. He reached in and
guided his big knob to my lips. I parted and let it slip inside. It was
like the size of a giant strawberry. It was hot and throbbing. But it was
squishy and smooth at the same time. I swirled my tongue around it like I
had done to Mike's this morning and Ribs reacted the same way. He squirmed
and gasped every time my tongue crossed the little valley on the underside
of his giant strawberry.

Ribs resumed his sucking ritual on me going deep and burying his nose in my
balls, then pulling off and sliding my loose skin between his teeth. He let
it go and sucked my balls into his mouth and swirled them around. I was
lost in ecstasy. I heard no sounds and couldn't even smell anything. My
eyes were closed and I was concentrating on the feelings spreading
throughout my body. The only one of my senses still working was touch. The
tingles started in my brain under my forehead and spread down my spine. My
toes were jerking back and forth pointing out straight, then pulling up
tight, then pointing back down as the waves of chills spread through.  My
butt was quivering and the space between my bum hole and my balls was
clenching tight. I held my breath as I crested into my climax. I had an
explosive rush of the tingles and time stopped for a minute. A second
powerful wave surged through my body and then Ribs pulled off my dick and
spat my juices onto my belly. I'm not sure but I think I shot more than I
usually do. I stopped actively sucking on Rib's wiener and just held a
constant pressure on his bone as he humped my mouth in a smooth rhythm. I
was just coming back to reality when he surprised me with a thrust into my
mouth and a new experience of hot creamy juice filled my throat. I had to
swallow in order not to gag, but then pushed him off for the second shot to
cover my chin and neck. He seemed to understand and slid down, pressing his
wiener and balls into my chest for the remaining surges of his orgasm. I
turned and spit the cum I hadn't swallowed onto my towel. He had his head
thrown back and was grunting with each spasm. I would hear his grunt and
then feel another oozing of hot boy cream spreading between our bodies. I
could taste the remnants of his cum in my mouth. It wasn't nasty, just very
strange. The smell of his cum filled my senses and imprinted another
memory. At last, he began to soften and he put his head down on my
thigh. He eventually slid off me and used some paper towels from his pack
to wipe me clean and then turned his attention to cleaning himself. I
turned my head and smiled at him. He smiled back and winked at me. "Nice
one." He said.

"Yeah." I agreed.  I sat up and saw the other three were long since
finished with their little fishing trip and were sitting Indian style,
watching our performance. I felt my face grow hot and flushed from the
unexpected attention. Mike and Nick were slowly pulling on their semi-hard
wieners but Toad was full on stroking his totally hard boner. I watched him
bite his lip and pull the skin down really tight then when he released it,
white cum oozed out and he shivered. It didn't spurt like I had seen others
do.

"That's why I like you, Toad." Nick said, "You're an effin sex freak. How
many is that today, five?"

Toad didn't answer, he was leaning back on his hands and panting to catch
his breath. His wiener was already starting to bob downward.

"Holy shit." Mike suddenly exclaimed. "We gotta get going. Your rents will
be home soon."

I jumped up and said, "What time is it?"

"5:00 almost." Mike answered.

"Oh, crap." I said.

We quickly pulled our clothes out and dressed. We called goodbye to our
friends as we pushed our way through the thicket and onto the trail. We
jogged to our bikes and pushed them around the rock, mounted them, and
began a wild ride homeward. Near the end of the dirt road, it was
switchbacks. Mike stopped and said, "Let's take a shortcut." He headed down
a narrow trail with thorn bushes on either side. The trail linked the upper
part of the road to the lower part below. I hit a rock and my handlebars
jerked out of my grip and sent me flying off my bike. I slid on my left arm
and shoulder then landed in the thorn bushes on my butt and slid down the
hill, collecting thorns in my legs and butt and crotch. When I stopped,
finally, the stinging pain of the hundreds of thorns attacked my senses. I
started to cry. Mike came rushing back to me and asked if I was okay.

"No!" I cried. "I'm not okay. I got a zillion thorns in my butt and I'm
bleeding." I was a little scraped, but not badly. The biggest problem was
the thorns. Mike helped me stand, apologizing for his dumb idea and I
gingerly walked to the road below while he retrieved my bike. I had to ride
standing up as much as possible, because my bike seat pressed against the
thorns embedded in my tender flesh. Once it was mostly downhill, I sat down
and tried to hold that one position as we coasted down the asphalt roads to
home. I was so glad to get home and I was relieved we had beaten mom and
dad home. Mike put both bikes away as I made my way in the back door. I
headed straight to the shower and peeled my thorn infested shorts and
boxers off and climbed into the shower. I was rubbing my blood caked
scrapes with soap and a washcloth when Mike came in. He stripped down and
climbed in with me and took over gently washing my road-rash wounds. He
finished and climbed back out and dried off. I turned the water off and
climbed out to his waiting towel. He tenderly dried me off and then guided
me to my bed. Using some tweezers, he pulled as many thorns out of my butt
and crotch as he could. It would pinch for a second as he grabbed the
thorns, especially on my ball sack. There was one really big one that he
pulled out of my ball sack last. "How's that?" he asked, giving me one last
exam.

"Better," I said, "But, there's still a ton in there."

"I know," he agreed, "But it's gonna take a while before they come out
enough to get them with tweezers. I could only get some of the biggest
ones."

I got up and put on fresh boxers and a t-shirt, but nothing else. I made my
way to the family room, walking like a zombie, and started playing video
games.

Mike went to Scott's room and packed up his things. He went into the
kitchen and heated up some leftover mac and cheese. I paused the game and
went into the kitchen to eat it with him. We were just finishing when the
front door opened and I jumped up to greet mom and dad. Mom dropped her
bags and threw her arms around me.  She pulled me in tightly, pressing my
cheek to her breast. I couldn't help think about the image of her naked
breast with her nipples poking out from the video I'd watched. I smiled and
my wiener twitched. Finally, when I started squirming, she let go of me and
I pulled away. Dad smiled at me and shook Mike's hand, thanking him for
watching me. Dad never said much ever.

"No problem." Mike said. "Really, it was kind of fun."

"Why are you in your underwear?" mom finally asked me. I wasn't sure
exactly what to say and Mike filled the awkward silence.

"Oh, that's kind of my fault." He began. "We went for a bike ride this
afternoon up in the foothills and I took him on a trail I shouldn't have
that was a little too steep. And, well, he fell and landed in a pile of
thorn bushes and got scraped up and got a ton of thorns in his backside."

"Let me see." Mom insisted and wheeled me around. She lifted the bottom
edge of my boxers up to follow the road rash trail from my legs up onto my
butt cheeks.

"Mom!" I protested, pulling the hem of my boxers back down.

"We tried to get as many thorns out as we could, but he still has a ton
more in his bottom, I'm afraid, so it's hard for him to wear pants."

Dad snickered. Mom shot him an angry glance and he stifled it. "Go in the
bathroom and let me have a better look." Mom insisted.

"MOM!" I protested. "No, not now. Please?"

"Well, I bet you are ready to go home, aren't you." Dad said to Mike.

"Yes, sir. I'll get my stuff." Mike answered. "And, I'm sorry about the
whole thorn thing."

"Accidents happen." Dad said. "Here is your money for babys...er, I mean
watching over things here."

"Thanks." Mike said taking the envelope. Mike disappeared into the other
room and mom and dad packed their luggage into their bedroom. I silently
feared they might notice something out of place and demand to know why we
had been in there. They came back out without any comment, though, and I
breathed a sigh of relief. Mike came out with his bags and dad returned to
the entry way.

"See ya around, little friend." Mike said, offering me a closed fist to
bump knuckles with. I wanted desperately to wrap my arms around him and beg
him to stay. Instead, I bit my lip and bumped knuckles.

"Thanks for being so nice to me." I said, choking back tears. Before I
started crying in front of dad, I wheeled around and did my zombie walk off
into the kitchen, trying to aggravate as few thorns in my crotch as
possible. I heard the door close with its familiar thud and tears began to
flow. I was wiping my eyes on my t-shirt when mom said, "Oh, Sammy, you're
in pain, come with me to the bathroom and let's see what I can do for you."

"It's not that." I said shakily. "I'm just missing Mike already. I miss
grandma since she went to Atlanta, I been missing Scott this week, then I
was missing you and dad, and now I'm missing Mike."

Mom pulled me back in against her breast and stroked my hair. We didn't
speak, at least not out loud. Then, she kneeled down, took my face in her
hands, looked into my eyes, and said, "You have grandma's good and tender
heart, just like your brother Scott. I'm proud of you, son. I love you."

"Love you too, mom." I said. I breathed in the sweet smell of her perfume
and locked away the memory.