Date: Wed, 04 Apr 2001 00:13:40 -0400
From: Chad M. <chadtales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Justin's Boyhood, chapter 5

JUSTIN'S BOYHOOD
by Chad

Author's Note:  This story contains descriptions
of sexual acts between minors.  If you don't like this, don't read it.  The
characters and events are purely from the imagination of the author, and in
no way represent any actual persons or events.  Any similarity is purely
coincidental.

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Chapter Five
PEER
PRESSURE IN THE CLUBHOUSE


Curiosity may not have killed the cat, but the
cat certainly had the tongues of Bryan and I the morning after our
sleepover.  Neither of spoke a word about checking out each others' privates
the night before.

We got up early that Saturday.  Even Mom was surprised to
see me come downstairs, as I usually slept until 11:00 or so on Saturdays.
But I wanted to spend all the time I could with Bryan before he had to go
home.

"So what do you wanna do today?" I asked over a bowl of soggy
cereal.

"I dunno," Bryan said.  "Wanna play some games on the
Playstation?"

"We did that all last night...that's getting kinda
boring."

"Wanna take off exploring on our bikes?" Bryan suggested.

I
turned toward Mom, who was sipping her coffee.  "Is that OK, Mom?"

"I
suppose so, but have Bryan check with his mother first," she said.

In short
order, we were dressed and out the door.  I took my chrome BMX-style bike
from the garage, and I walked it alongside Bryan to his house to pick up his
bike.  I wasn't a very skillful rider, so I didn't want to let Bryan ride on
the handlebars.  If I were to have an accident, I certainly didn't want to
hurt my best friend.

When we got to his house, it struck me that I had
never been inside before.  I had come by on occasion to get Bryan, but I had
never crossed the threshold.  The front door was unlocked, and we went right
in.

The house seemed dark, and quiet.

"Mom!" Bryan shouted.  There was
no answer.  I waited in the living room while Bryan ran upstairs.  He was
soon back.

"They must be in the back yard," he said.

We made our way
through the kitchen into their backyard.  The yard itself was fairly large.
There was a sizable concrete deck with a basketball hoop at one end.  A
pre-fab wooden playhouse was on the far side, surrounded by shade trees.  A
tall privacy fence enveloped the entire yard.

"Cool," I said.  "I didn't
know you had a playhouse."

"That's our clubhouse," Bryan said.  "We use it
all the time.  When you spend the night with me, we could camp out in there
sometime."

"Awesome!" I said.

"You wanna check it out?"

"Sure."

We ran
over to the clubhouse.  It was painted barn red, and the trim was white.
There was a small porch in the front, and windows on each side.  The windows
had shutters, which were closed.

In one swift motion, Bryan flung open
the door.  I was in for the shock of my life.

"Get in here and close the
fuckin' door," a female voice hissed.

Suddenly I was shaking.  I followed
Bryan into the clubhouse, ducking my head slightly to get through the short
doorway.  It was dark in there, but I could discern there were others
inside.

"Close the door, Bryan," an excited voice commanded.  It was a
familiar voice.

It was Matt Richards.  What had I stumbled into?

As my
eyes became accustomed to the little bit of light that shone through the
cracks in the shutters, I could see the faces of Matt and of Bryan's
brothers, Kevin and Dale.

"Sit down, you guys.  The show is about to
start!" giggled Dale.

Bryan and I took seats on the bench between Kevin
and Matt.  Dale sat a little bit apart from everyone else.

I recognized the
girl.  Her name was Carly Solanski.  She was 15 and still in the 8th grade.
Her reputation around the junior-high was legendary.  Supposedly, she put
out for just about anyone or anything.

Her hair was bleached blonde, and
slightly frizzy.  She was thin, but wore her makeup thick.  At school she
always wore tight jeans, and short blouses that showed her
belly-button.

Today, however, she was wearing short pants and a floppy
t-shirt.  It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath.

Carly
blew a bubble with her gum, and said, "Are you little pervs ready
now?"

There was a general agreement among the others that they were
ready.

"Well keep your little peckers in your pants till I'm done," she
said.  "I only date seniors or college guys."

I was dumbstruck.  What was
she planning to do?  And what did it have to do with OUR PECKERS?

"Get the
flashlight, Kevin," said Dale.

Kevin produced a flashlight, the large kind
used by the cops.  He shined it on Carly as she slowly lifted her t-shirt
over her head, and off.

My mouth suddenly went dry.  Here I was, sitting in
a hot, dark place with four other sweaty boys and a half-naked girl.  Her
tits seemed big to me, and the nipples looked pink and swollen.  She rubbed
them with her hands, then bounced them up and down a few times.

"Nice
rack," said Dale.

"Well you better get a good luck, sweetie pie.  Cause you
ain't never gonna get to suck these!" she teased.

Carly leaned forward and
shook her tits in Dale's face.  He smiled and said, "Oh, yeah baby!"

She
moved around the room, giving each of us a close view of her tits.  I kinda
jumped back a bit when she shoved them in front of me, but I'm not sure if
anyone noticed.

"Let's see the rest!" said Dale.

"Fuckin' little freaks!"
she said.  But she unzipped her shorts and in no time they were on the
floor.  She had on little bikini underwear, and from what I could make out
in the dim light, they were damp.

The heat in the little building suddenly
seemed to increase.  I was certainly in forbidden territory now.  It seemed
so wrong to be doing this...and with Bryan, my best friend!

The little
tramp slid her panties off, and Kevin shone the light on her pussy.  Her
brown bush covered the area, so I could just barely see the slit.

She
walked over and stood in front of Dale. "This what you wanted to see, pretty
boy?"

Dale swallowed hard.  He looked uncomfortable, as if his jeans were
suddenly too tight.  Tentatively, he raised his hand toward her pussy.

"Can
I touch it?" he asked.

She didn't answer, so Dale stroked around her vagina
for a minute, before he tried to push his finger inside.

"That's ENOUGH!"
she shouted as she slapped Dale's hand away.  "You're too rough."

Matt
said, "Let me try."

I watched intently as Matt, the master of masturbation,
inserted his right index finger into her hole.  He must have been the expert
on girls as well as boys, because in no time his fancy fingerwork had her
moaning.

"Oh, you know how to do it, boy," she whispered.  "You should give
your friend lessons."

He already gave me a lesson, I thought.  But as I
watched Matt work, I began to feel a bit of jealousy.  Here was Matt, my
idol, doing something to this GIRL!  For just one moment, I wished I could
be HER, so I could be on the receiving end of Matt's expert
attentions.

Suddenly I was snapped back into reality.  "Your turn, four
eyes," she said to me.

I looked up and saw this great hairy thing in my
face.  I knew I was expected to have a feel of it, but the thought of
touching that fuzzy monster was suddenly not very erotic to me.  In fact, it
seemed downright disagreeable.

I slowly raised my hand and reluctantly put
my finger inside.  I don't know what I was expecting to find in there, but
it seemed soft, warm, and very moist.  I got my fill of that in short order,
and withdrew my hand.

"That was quick," she said.  "Just like the way you
fuck, I bet."

I had no idea what she was talking about, but I kept my
mouth shut.  When I thought the others weren't looking, I wiped my finger on
my shirt.

She turned to Bryan.  "Your turn, peewee."

Bryan, with
childlike wonderment, went straight for it.  He put his finger inside,
giggling.  He didn't pull right out like I did, but didn't get the chance to
linger.

"OK that's enough for you."

As she moved over to Kevin, Bryan
leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "It's so wet in there."

As Kevin
was getting his feel, she announced that she had to go.

"Hold up," Kevin
pleaded.  "Let Bryan do it one more time.  This time, get all your fingers
really wet in there, Bryan."

Carly cast a suspicious look at Kevin, but
complied with his request.  Carly took Bryan's hand, and made sure each
finger got coated with her juice.  She even wiped the palm of his hand over
her slit, covering it with her slime.

"See you fuckers later," she said.
In a flash she was dressed again, and paused at the open door.  "If any of
you little shits tells anybody about this, I'll get my boyfriend to kick
your asses!"

And she was gone.  There was silence for just a moment.  I was
still in shock.  Dale had his long skater's t-shirt pulled over his knees,
as if he were hiding something...a boner perhaps?

"I gotta go to the can,"
Dale said.  He got up and walked toward the door.

"Gonna go jack off in the
bathroom, Dale?" teased Matt.

"None of your business!  At least I'm not
going to do it here with you perverts!" Dale said.  In a flash he was out of
the playhouse and inside the house.

Kevin said, "Bryan, can you do it while
your hand is still wet?"

"Do what?" said Bryan.

Kevin looked down at his
crotch.  "You know..."

Bryan looked very embarrassed.  "No!  Not with
everybody here."

"They don't care!" said Kevin.

I looked around the
room, a confused look on my face.  There was Matt with that sly grin
again.

"C'mon Bryan...please?" Kevin pleaded.

"No, Kevin!" Bryan said.
"C'mon, Justin, let's go."

I followed Bryan out the door, but I heard Kevin
say as we walked away: "C'mon, you gotta help me out, Bryan!"

Bryan seemed
to be blushing as he retrieved his bike from the garage.  He didn't say a
word to me as we pedaled down his driveway and down the street.

I was still
trying to figure out the events of just a few minutes ago.  I had a couple
hundred unanswered questions.  What was Matt doing at the clubhouse with
Dale and Kevin?  How did they convince Carly to strip for them?  What were
Kevin and Matt about to do after we left?

And what did Kevin want Bryan to
do for him?  With his wet hand?

Best friends don't keep secrets.  And I was
bound and determined that Bryan wasn't going to keep this one from me.

TO
BE CONTINUED

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Justin's adventures are far from over.  Just like it
real life, some things take time to unfold to their natural conclusion.
Stay tuned.

If you would like to send a comment or suggestion, please drop
me a line at chadtales@hotmail.com.