Date: Sat, 07 Jun 2003 01:08:55 -0400
From: Scott Westwood <westwoodscotty@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Road Less Traveled- Chapter 1- Beginnings

WARNING:

This story contains sexual acts between boys. If this is not to your tastes,
and/or is illegal in your area please do not read any further.

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This series of stories is true to the best of my recollection. The events
actually happened but some of  the names and other identifying information
have been changed to protect the privacy of those involved.

Constructive comments and suggestions are appreciated. Flames will be
cheerfully (and totally) ignored.

THE SERIES PROLOGUE
Most of us have gone through it. For some it is relatively easy. For others
difficult. And for many, traumatic.  I'm talking about the discovery and
acceptance of our sexuality.  This includes orientation, desires and tastes.
  After years of struggling and suppressing, I finally accepted the fact
that being gay was NOT a matter of choice. This of course flew in the face
of what SO many people would have me believe and so I kept that side of
myself carefully hidden. I never had the courage to be completely "out" and
probably never will, at least until my parents have passed on.  On the
surface, I tried hard to play the "hetero" role.  But behind the scenes, sex
play was invariably with other guys.

Though I know now that my orientation was not a matter of choice or
circumstances, I maintain that my particular tastes and desires were, in
fact, molded somewhat by a number of events that happened during my youth.
This series is an attempt to capture as many of those events as possible.
To see just how it was that I ended up on the "Road Less Traveled."


The Road Less Traveled
(True, BB, B/b. bb, spanking, oral, cbt, bd, sm, initiation)
Chapter 1- Beginnings

When I was 8 years old I was one good looking little boy.  Everybody around
thought I was cute.  Despite the fact that I was really not very athletic
(normally an important qualifier for friendship among boys), I did have a
lot of friends.  This was probably due in large measure to the combination
of good looks, intelligence and creativity.  Sports were important, but so
were the long list of games I was always able to come up with.  You know the
type of games that are important to young boys- war games, cowboys &
Indians, cops and robbers, hide & seek variations of all sorts, and
eventually some very "special" games that always seemed to require secrecy
and oaths and all that.  Though I was typically not the "leader" in a
constantly shifting circle of friends, I was always the guy who was called
on to organize things.  To make the rules, and of course to settle
disagreements.  I didn't seek this role out, it just always happened.

Before continuing, I guess I should clarify just how cute I was.   My hair
was light brown, not blond like I wanted it to be, just a sort of sandy
color, which did, however take on blond overtones in the summer.  My eyes
were slate blue and I had just a touch of freckles on my nose and a natural
blush in my cheeks.  As for my body, well it was slender.  I had a well
formed chest (not muscular though), a tight little butt that everyone seemed
to like to pat, and a narrow waist.  It seemed I had somehow completely
missed the baby fat stage of my life.

As best as I can remember, the evolution of the "special" games began when I
was 8.  We lived in the typical America suburban neighborhood of the times.
There was an assortment of house types that included twins (I think that's
what they were called).  They were the type of house that had two sides,
with a different family living in each half.  There were also a lot of ranch
houses and split levels.  There were sidewalks and park areas scattered
around, as well as a fair amount of open fields, wooded areas and corn
fields... lots of corn fields. And no it was not in Kansas or Nebraska.

We lived in a twin.  The other family was nice.  They had two sons, both
older than me.  Though we sometimes played we were never really very close.
The house on the other side was different though.  Ahhh, yes, that was where
Skippy Greyer lived.

Skippy was my age.  He had two older brothers who were 10 and 12.  All three
were almost always involved in the various war games we played for hours and
hours during the summer.  Skippy's parents never seemed to be around much
and mine never seemed all that concerned with what I was doing.  Couple that
with the fact that Skippy's family had a large camper trailer parked in
their back yard that we used as a clubhouse, and you have the makings of
some fun times.

The trailer in question was a solid one.  It was not one of those fold up
and out types.  It had a solid lockable door, two deep bunk beds, a
lockable closet  and a small sink.  Oh yes, there was only one small window
that was covered with a thick curtain.

One rainy day, found the four of inside the trailer playing Monopoly.  We
had been playing for hours and were at the end.   Since it was clear who was
going to win, we agreed to end the game and play something else.  Well of
course we couldn't agree on what to play.  It had been raining for several
days in a row and we had pretty much exhausted our inventory of games.

Skippy's oldest brother Butch, asked if we wanted to play poker. Mikey
agreed, but Skippy and I didn't know how to play.  So Butch and Mikey
proceeded to teach us.  They passed out a bunch of colored poker chips and
went through the rules.  Then we started to play.

At this point, you probably think you know where this is going, and you are
right, but not in exactly the manner you might think.

We played for about an hour.  During that entire time, I think Skippy and I
won a total of about three hands.  So we were starting to get bored. Butch
and Mikey seemed to be getting just as bored at the lack of challenge.  As
you might guess, the primary reason we lost so many hands was the simple
fact we were so new to it.  We frequently missed opportunities by not
holding the right cards, and neither of us was any good at bluffing either.

Eventually Butch suggested we play a different way. He suggested we try
playing strip poker.  Now believe it or not, Skippy and I had no idea what
that was, but it didn't take us long to figure it out.

Well Skippy got pissed.  He said it wouldn't be fair cause he and I would
lose all the time. So we would be the ones getting naked.  The prospect did
not seem to bother Butch and Mikey at all and they immediately proceeded to
challenge the two of us with the usual series of taunts.  "What's the
matter, you guys chicken?"   Of course, both of us refuted the claim.  Butch
thought for a moment then looked at us, and said, "Okay prove it.  We won't
play strip poker cause you just learned the game.  How about we play some
other kind of strip game? "

Skippy looked excited.  I think he really wanted a chance to see his two
older brothers naked, which of course, I did too.  After all we were both
eight and starting to feel "things."  In my case though, there was something
else.  I would like to see Mikey, Butch, and Skippy naked.  But, I wanted
more than that.  There was a budding jealousy inside me.  The three were
natural athletes.  They were really good at every sport they played.  I, on
the other hand sucked.  Though I played the games with reckless abandon, I
always seemed to miss the big catch, or strike out.

My mind was already racing ahead of just seeing them naked.  I wanted to
make them do things while they were naked.  Being able to do that would
somehow make up for my lack of skill in your typical boy areas.  Little did
I know, they would soon be putty in my hands, along with so many other guys
from all over the neighborhood during the next ten years.  The "jockier" a
guy was, the easier it seemed to get him to do all types of things.  Find a
guy with a great deal of pride in his body and athletic prowess, add a dose
of sexual curiosity and desire, and then throw in some type of challenge,
and BLAM, they are meat on the table.

"Another type of strip game?"  I thought.

The three looked at me expectantly.  After all, I was the guy who seemed to
create endless other war and chase games.  Why not a strip game?  And as
luck would have it, the two older boys did not know any other strip games.

I thought for a moment, then suggested we use the dice from the Monopoly
game.  They agreed and waited expectantly as I somehow created the rules on
the fly.  Like I said, I was good at it.

So this is how it went.  Each of us would take turns rolling the dice.  If
you rolled a 7 or an 11, you had to take off a piece of clothing.  Doubles
meant you rolled again.  Two doubles in a row and you lost a piece of
clothing.  The first person who was naked was the loser.  He would have to
stand up and let us all see him naked.

They all seemed pretty satisfied with that.  And so we played.  In those
early days, we had not set the familiar shoes and sock rules, so socks and
shoes came off one at a time.
As luck would have it, I was lost the first game and found my self standing
naked in front of the other three.  They made me turn around several times
and feasted on my nakedness.  Remember, I was a really cute kid.  I also
learned a new word that day.  As I displayed myself, Butch laughed and said
I had a "boner."  I had no idea what that was, but quickly accepted the fact
that I had one.

As soon as they were done eyeing me.  We all got dressed and started another
round.  And so it went.  We played on until dinner time.  By the time we
were done we had a chance to see each other naked several times.  What's
more, we got to see each other with boners.  Seeing 12 year old Butch naked
was the real treat for me.  He had a great body and was already showing some
nice lean muscles across his chest and stomach.  He already had a small
patch of pubic hair and a great penis.  He face was lean with a chiseled
look to it, and was topped off with dark hair that was parted in the middle.

Unfortunately the Greyer family went to the drive-in movies that night, so
we didn't have a chance to play any more that night.  That did not stop my
mind though.  Yes the creative game juices were flowing and by the time I
was ready for bed, I had come up with the first key variation of our strip
game.

The next morning, the sun came out and it was a beautiful day.  I was
disappointed though.  I hoped we would be "stuck " in the trailer  on
another rainy day.  Skippy came over about mid morning to see what I wanted
to do.  His brothers were in the back yard playing catch. The two of us sat
in my room for a bit considering our options.

I recall this particular conversation fairly well.  Not the specifics, just
the general flow.  We kicked around a bunch of ideas... building a fort... still
to wet... war... nahhh, we've been playing a lot of that... kick ball... the grass
is still real wet...  capture the flag... better at night... and on and on.
Finally Skippy asked about a "trailer" game. So it was that we came up with
our "code" word.  We both immediately knew what it meant.  And so without
further discussion we were off to the trailer.  Before we left though, I
grabbed the old cigar box from my secret place and tucked it under my arm.
As I said, I got creative the night before.

When Butch and Mikey saw us heading for the trailer, they stopped playing
catch and ran over.  They were anxious to know what we were up to.  Skippy
told them we were just gonna play inside the trailer.  They seemed torn for
just a minute then asked if they could play too.  Skippy seemed surprised.
His two older brothers loved throwing the ball around, and it was after all
a nice day.  The fact that these two jock boys were more interested in
"trailer" games than sports, did not escape my attention and I filed that
away in my memory.

Next thing you know the four of us were inside the trailer with the door
locked and the curtains checked for security.  We all had the same thing on
our minds and it wasn't Monopoly!

Butch got out the dice and the four of us sat in a circle.  The brothers
seemed content to play exactly like the day before.  However, I must have
sensed the necessity of expanding the challenge of game to keep them hooked.
  So I asked if they wanted to make the game even more interesting.  DUH!
Of course they did.  So I then explained the new rules.

When a guy lost he would have to show everyone his body like before.  When
he was done, he would have to take a slip of paper from the cigar box and do
whatever was on it... no matter what!

The three asked what  kind of things were on the slips of paper.  I said
that was part of the fun, not knowing.  And they could add some stuff to the
box if they wanted.  We talked about it just a little, then they decided to
go ahead and play.  They could add some stuff later for the next time we
played. HOOK!  They already knew that we would be playing again!

So we played.  With each roll of the dice, the excitement increased.  The
brothers could not wait to see someone lose.  And of course draw a penalty
from the mysterious box.  We were rapidly reaching the penalty phase.

Skippy and Butch were in their briefs (we all wore those tighty whities back
then).  I had my shorts and briefs on, and Mikey was still in his shirt and
pants. By the way, Mikey looked a lot like his older brother.  He had the
same dark hair, dark eyes and lean face, and a body that seemed destined to
develop into that of a gymnast.  Skippy, on the other hand was more of the
runt.  He was quite skinny.  You could see his ribs.  He also was a
testament to recessive genes.  In fact he was frequently the butt of the old
"mix up at the hospital jokes."  In stark contrast to his older brothers,
Skippy had the brightest and most beautiful head of bright blond hair you
could imagine.  His eyes were a bright blue, and he had the cutest dimple on
his freckled cheeks.  If it wasn't for the fact he was so skinny, he could
have been the poster child for the Aryan Youth Society.

It was now Skippy's turn to role the dice.  He rolled a seven.  Off went his
briefs.  Then he stood up, placed his hands behind his head and began to
slowly turn around so we all had a chance to see his body.  Unlike the day
before, we only had Skippy make one turn.  We were all anxious to see what
his penalty would be.

Skippy drew a slip of paper from the box, and read it to himself.  As he did
he frowned and started to turn red.

"No way!" Skippy shouted.  His older brothers laughed and said, "Oh yes way!
  You agreed, and a deal is a deal.  If you don't do your penalty you're a
chicken and we might have to beat you up."  The two seemed really excited
now.  "Read it aloud," Butch demanded.

Skippy blushed and read the slip of paper, "Roll the dice, and then kiss the
person on your left's cock that many times."  Butch smiled.  He was sitting
on Skippy's left so he quickly picked up the dice and handed them to Skippy.
  "ROLL!" he commanded.

Skippy looked around, the reluctantly grabbed the dice and rolled.  We
laughed when he got a ten.  Butch quickly pulled his briefs down and
motioned his younger brother over to him.  Skippy offered only token
resistance as he knelt and leaned towards his older brother's groin.  Butch
was of course boned by now and was smiling.  Skippy made his first quick
kiss on the end of Butch's cock.  Then, apparently deciding that it wasn't
that bad, proceeded to deliver the remaining nine in rapid succession.

As soon as he was done, Skippy hurried up and dressed.  The rest of us
pulled our lost clothes back on and we prepared to play again.  There was a
quick discussion about whether or not to put Skippy's paper back in the box.
  I said there were plenty in there, and we decided to keep it out but
agreed to save all of them for play on another day.

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SIDE NOTE:
As a veteran reader of the many stories about Young Friends found on the
web, I must warn you.  Unlike the vast majority of the stories I have read,
my friends and I, and most of their friends did not immediately move into
full blown oral and anal encounters.  For many years our sex play was
frequent, but not that advanced.  So many of the first few chapters of this
series may seem tame and lame.  They were, however, exciting to us and I am
not going to insert a bunch gratuitous sex just to go with the flow.   ALL
of the things in this series actually happened, and I intend to stay true to
the facts as best I can recall them.
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After the first round, the brothers seemed really pumped to continue
playing.  We ended up playing through lunch and all the up to dinner time
again.  We would have played that evening too, but Butch and Mikey had a
Little league game.

Anyway, the highlights of that day's play went like this (not in the order
in which they occurred.  My memory is good, but not quite that good).

I lost a round and had to kiss Skippy's balls six times.

Mikey lost a round and had to lick Butch's ass cheeks for two minutes.
Skippy got spanked with 5 swats of a belt.

I had to do a "dirty" dance for three minutes. (Hahaha, I wasn't sure what a
dirty dance was, so I just wiggled my ass around and rubbed my cock and
balls for a bit.)

And so it went for the rest of the day.  The remaining penalties included a
variety of kisses and licks of various body parts along with some spankings
and whippings and having to do all kinds of exercises.  Since this was my
first go round, there was a lot of similarity in all of them.  But the
brothers did not seem to mind.  They were also just as excited about having
to do penalties as they were about watching someone else do them.   There
was one particular penalty though that deserves special attention. The
reason is because it would provide the initial springboard into another
dimension of our play.  Looking back, I guess it really was like opening a
flood gate.

About mid-afternoon, Butch lost a round.  After giving us the free show, he
drew his penalty.  He had to be locked into the closet, naked, while the
rest of us played the next round and would not be allowed to see the loser
or watch his penalty.

Butch accepted the penalty with a strange sense of excitement, although he
tried to mask it with some mild protests.  As he climbed into the small
closet, he said the most wonderful thing, "Hey Scotty," he asked, "Uh, can I
play with my bone while I'm in here?"

The other brothers looked at me expectantly.  I had not considered that at
all, but the implications hit me head on.  It took me just a moment to
decide and I said, "NO! No playing with your cock!"

Butch did the obligatory complaining, but I sensed the additional
requirement was somehow exciting to this developing jock boy. His younger
brothers also seemed to enjoy his plight.

Now that was the first significant element of this particular penalty.  The
second occurred about five minutes later.  The three of us were playing the
second round.  Two of us already had our socks and shoes off, and Mikey was
close behind.  We could here Butch bumping around in the tight closet every
now and then as he shifted his position.  It was pretty cramped in there,
stuffy and hot.  After all it was summer and we were sweating in the main
part of the trailer, so we just knew Butch would be sweating a lot.  We
jeered at him and laughed about his situation, then suddenly Mikey inquired
seriously, "HEY, how do we know he's not playing with himself in there?"

We shouted to Butch who insisted he wasn't.  The brothers did not seem
convince and were getting a little distracted.  We whispered and considered
some surprise inspections, we had almost settled on that when an idea popped
into my head.

"What if we tie his hands behind his back?"  I offered.

The idea was an instant winner.  The next thing you know we opened the
closet door, turned Butch around and tied his hands tightly behind his back.
  Mikey did the tying and he really seemed to enjoy it.  Butch of course
protested, but we ignored them.  In a matter of a couple of minutes, Butch
was back in the hot closet with no chance of  playing with himself.

We let the round drag on slowly. As I recalls that round, I lost that round
and had to do a bunch of naked jumping jacks.

The three of us dressed and then opened the closet. The feelings I had when
we opened that closet have remained with me all these years. As we opened
the door, I was almost overcome with this incredible smell. First there was
the sweat.  It was not a nasty sweat, but a sweet one. The type that could
only come from the naked body of a sweating pre-teen. Mixed into it was
something else though. It was the intoxicating part.  It was a sort of musk
or musty smell generated by a young sexually aroused male.  The there was
the sight.  Butch was covered in sweat.  His hair was plastered on his head.
  His chest, stomach and legs glistened with a heavy sheen. Oh yes, and he
had the most incredible boner.  I looked him up and down and rested my eyes
on his throbbing cock,  It was awesome.

Well we took Butch out of the closet, untied his hands and allowed him to
dry off with some towels and then dress so we could start an new round.

As I said, we played until dinner time.  After dinner, Skippy and I went to
the ball park to watch Butch and Mikey's little league game.  Skippy and I
were more excited about being able to spend the money our parents had given
us at the concession stand than watching the game.  I do recall though that
it was pretty exciting to watch Butch out on the field in that tight
baseball uniform.  Watching him play, helped get my creative juices flowing
again and I started to add to my list of new penalties for the "trailer"
games.  In fact I was already starting to think about an expanded play area.

The next day, Butch and Mikey were gone all day.  Their little league team
was going to a big league game and Skippy and I were on our own.

We spent the morning running around the woods looking for neat spots for
building forts.  I don't know why, but in those days we seemed to spend a
lot of time building forts and finding secret trails and places.

Around lunch time, we biked to the local public swimming pool and spent the
bulk of the afternoon just fooling around in and out of the pool.

When we got home, we still had a couple of hours before dinner so, of
course, we went to the trailer to play a few rounds of our secret game.  We
figured we would also play after dinner, cause Butch and Mikey would not be
back until late.  It was a double header and the bus wasn't due in until
11:00.  So we'd be on our own.

We had only been playing for an hour when we heard Skippy's dog barking.  We
knew someone was near so we pulled on our clothes and quickly pulled out the
Monopoly board.  Soon there was a knock on the door.

Skippy jumped up and threw the door open. He was clearly as disturbed as I
was about the interruption. I jumped to my feet and joined Skippy to see who
dared disturb us.

The door swung wide, to reveal Ricky standing there with his hands on his
hips.  Ricky lived across the street and was our age.  His parents were kind
of strict and didn't seem to let him out to play much.  This had only
started to change recently. Looking back, I guess it was predictable.  I
mean if I had had a kid like Ricky, inside or around the house would one of
the last places I would want him spending most of his time. This kid was the
perfect imp!  He had bright red hair, big eyes, a dimpled chin at the bottom
of a mischievous face and a small, but really compact body.  His parents had
started him in gymnastics at a very young age, probably in an attempt to
wear him out.  That part didn't seem to work though, cause he was a constant
bundle of energy and mischief.

Oddly enough, although he was obviously a cutie, it didn't occur to either
us to get him involved in our trailer antics.  We instinctively just wanted
to get rid of him (Were we dumb and naive or what?).  Sure he was fun to be
around, and fun to have in war and other games, but right now Skippy and I
had one thing in mind, and that was to get back to our game.  So Ricky would
have to go.

Ricky stood there with that impish look and demanded, "Hey, what are you
guys up to?  Wanna play something?"

Skippy said, "Nah, we're right in the middle of a game of Monopoly."  As if
on cue, I turned back into the trailer and proceeded to quickly put the
money, deeds and pieces around the board, just in case Ricky would not be
put off.  I tried to make it look like we were indeed in the middle of the
game.

Ricky would not be put off however.  He simply said, "Oh, okay, I'll just
watch then" and jumped past Skippy and into the van.

Skippy did not know what to say, and for once neither did I.  We both liked
Ricky, it's just that we were in the middle of something VERY important to
us.  So rather than tell Ricky anything different, we proceeded to attempt
to play the Monopoly game.

Now Ricky may have been an imp, but he was a smart imp and I didn't take him
long to figure out that this was one messed up game of Monopoly.  There were
house on properties with deeds still in the bank.  The chance cards weren't
even out and neither one of us seemed to know who owned what.

"Hey this game is really messed up!  What kind of Monopoly are you guys
playing?"

I tried to come up with some game variation but realized, I couldn't do it
fast enough as I prattled on, "UH, well we decided to play without the
chance cards... and if someone lands on a property and can't pay, he can give
the bank his deed without having to mortgage the house and stuff..."

Ricky seemed to be buying it.  Especially when I added the fact that Skippy
had kicked the board by accident when he got up to answer the door and I was
trying to fix it.  Neither of us wanted to hurt Ricky's feelings and he
really was buying it until Skippy messed up big-time.  He nodded and winked
at me.

Ricky saw the wink and like I said, he was a smart imp!

"Hey, come on, be honest, you guys weren't really playing were ya?   You
just were trying to get rid of me, and don't want to play with me!"  He
really looked hurt.

Of course it was true.

With all the demands his parents were constantly making, Ricky didn't get
out to play  a lot.  And here we were, his friends from across the street,
trying to get rid of him during a rare moment of freedom.  I don't care how
tough a kid he was, an 8 year old is still an 8 year old, and there is
almost nothing worse than buddies who don't want you around.

Ricky stood up and was about to head for the door when Skippy tried to help
again.  Skippy wasn't the brightest bulb in the circuit, and though he meant
well, he frequently got us into fixes that I ended up getting us out of.

"Sorry Ricky, the truth is we were in the meeting of a secret meeting and we
couldn't tell you.  In fact, we can't tell anyone about it."  Skippy looked
pleased with himself and smiled at me.

ARRRGH.  Like I said he wasn't the brightest.  In later years, if there was
an election for dumb jock he would win, hands down.

I knew immediately, that Skippy's approach was an accident waiting to
happen. And one that I was gonna have to cleanup or some how run with.  To
this day, I honestly believe he thought his comments would solve the problem
and Ricky would simply go away and leave us alone.  I probably could have
gotten Ricky to leave, but not without hurting his feelings even more.
Think about it.

What could possibly any more exciting for an 8 year old boy, especially this
impish one, than two other 8 year old boys having a secret meeting.  Boys
that age are intrigued by "secrets."  And for Ricky, who lived in a very
repressive family atmosphere, the opportunity to become part of some secret
his parents were not allowed to know was VERY DESIREABLE.

Without missing a beat, Ricky simply plopped back on the floor leaned closer
to the two of us and whispered in a very conspiracy like manner, "Please
guys, I promise I won't tell anyone!  Please let me in on the secret
meeting!"

Skippy's mouth dropped open.  I gave Skippy a look that he interpreted as
"KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT."  He was good at that at least.

I thought as fast as I could.  Like I have indicated, I was pretty fast on
my feet, but not perfect.  I decided to try an approach that could buy us
some time and give Ricky a chance to bow out.  Geeze, I still can't believe
it never occurred to me to simply explain the truth.  I guess Skippy and I
were scared that Ricky would not understand that and tell on us.  Anyway, as
things turned out, my approach opened up another avenue of sexual
exploration.  One that would run concurrently for many years with our
evolving "trailer" games.

I looked around the trailer and motioned for Skippy to lock the door.
Skippy did so quickly and returned to his seat on the floor.  I was trying
to be dramatic so Ricky would get the idea it was REAL serious.

I lowered my voice to just a whisper and looked at Ricky. "Ricky, first of
all, you have to promise, on your life that you will never tell anyone! And
we mean anyone."

Ricky was really excited.  "I promise, I promise.  I'll never tell anyone,
no matter what!"

He seemed very excited.  Skippy looked at me.  He was curious to see where I
was gonna go with all of this. I made Ricky expand on his promise, trying as
best I could to impress upon him the dire consequences that would befall him
and his family if he broke his promise.  He seemed genuinely convinced.  A
promise made by a young boy to friends is after all a sacred thing, and
Ricky would not about to break a promise.

By now I was getting a little cocky.  I would give Ricky just enough info
that he could "protect" and get us off the hook.  And hopefully he would
quickly forget about.  How wrong I was.

"Okay Ricky, here's the deal.  Skippy and I are members of a secret club.
We were getting ready for our next meeting, and only members can know about
it. It takes a lot of time, so we needed to go over our plans.  That's the
only reason we were blowing you off.  Sorry about that! We can play with you
later, though, if you can."

I was actually pretty pleased with myself.  Ricky after all was involved in
a lot of activities and clearly would not have time for anything else.  I
had convinced myself that he would simply let it drop and leave his buddies
alone.  We had trusted him to share this secret, and since we did, he would
be relieved enough to let us alone.  Hahaha, how unfortunate that he just
wouldn't have the time to explore this further.

This was clearly one of the few times that I was not the brightest bulb in
the circuit. Skippy looked pleased.  He started to stand up to let Ricky
out.

That was when Ricky uttered the words that almost any young boy would utter
under the circumstance... "WOW,  can I join?"

Like I said, how predictable!  It didn't matter that Ricky had no clue about
what this so-called club was all about.  The fact that it was a big secret
and his friends were a part of it was more than enough.  Even better, his
parents were not allowed to know about it!  This could be one thing that
would be Ricky's!  Something that he chose for himself.

My mind whirled.  I went into this weird automatic mode of rapid fire
excuses to scare Ricky off.

"Well, first, you have to nominated by a member?"  How dumb was that!

Ricky pleaded, "Come on, you guys can nominate me, right?"

"Uh, yes, I guess we could."  Again I didn't want to hurt his feelings.

"But then there's the initiation.  It's really tough and you probably won't
like it.  It's pretty bad."  I tried to sound as ominous as possible.
Skippy followed my lead and threw in some comments like, "Yeah, I didn't
think I would get through it.  It was nasty and takes awhile!"

Now I ask you, what more could we have done wrong. DUH!  We knew Ricky.
Knew that he was a gutsy little dude.  Knew that he was mischievous as hell.
  Knew that he resented the repressive atmosphere at home. Knew that in
spite of his parents close supervision, he could be very resourceful. All in
all, he was one courageous kid.  He got punished a lot at home for even the
smallest infraction, but never let up.

With all of this knowledge, I should have known this was not the way to get
rid of him.

Ricky was now completely convinced.  He didn't care about the purpose of our
club. He JUST wanted to be a part of it! "Look, I promise, I'll do whatever
I have to.  I can take it... whatever it is!" he stammered.  I guess there was
just a hint of fear, but only a tiny one.  Guess he figured if we could get
through it, he certainly could.

He was already sold on a product that didn't exist.  So I made a last
desperate grab for a way out. Knowing his home situation I took a chance.
Sounding as sad as I could I declared, "Nuts Ricky, it really sad we didn't
talk about this sooner today.  The rule is, that once you learn about the
club, you have to be nominated and do the first part of the initiation
within 8 hours, or you can't join.  We probably could nominate you quickly
enough, but that would mean you'd have to start your initiation tonight.
I'm sorry, but there are no exceptions. It's a real serious rule to protect
our secrecy.  I'm really sorry man, maybe the rule will be changed in the
future, who knows."
Skippy seemed pleased.  He knew like I did that Ricky was never allowed out
after supper.  We had tried on more than one occasion to play with Ricky in
the evening. We had even gone over to his house to ask his parents, and the
answer was always the same, "Ricky can't come out after supper."

Ricky looked completely defeated.  "Well, that's okay, it's not your fault.
It's my stupid parents.  I mean if it wasn't for them I could probably get
in, right?"

I nodded and looked at him with sympathy.  "Yeah, that really stinks.  Too
bad, though, it would have been great to have you in the club."  AND that
was my final blunder.  I just couldn't leave it alone, I had to go for the
icing on the cake.

Ricky perked up a little.  I thought it was because he accepted the fact
that we were his friends and not just trying to blow him off.  No, it was
much worse than that.  Reassured of our friendship, Ricky was overcome with
a new feeling.  It was that little thing called hope.  And so it was that he
innocently led me right into a trap of my own making.  He lit up even more
and asked, "But if I could come out tonight, and start getting initiated, I
could get in right?"

I was stuck, I had no choice but to say "Yeah, sure."   I remember a feeling
of unease. Still I was convinced that donkey's would fly before Ricky was
allowed out after supper.  Ricky, looked at me hopefully and said, "You
promise?"

I nodded and crossed my heart.  So did Skippy.  Ricky smiled, and rushed out
of the trailer.

We watched him run through the yard and across the street, to what we were
sure was his safe incarceration for the rest of the evening.  Since it was
4:30, and only about an hour before supper time, it seemed pointless to
start the trailer game. We had lost the mood.  Besides we had to bust on
each other for awhile about what just happened.

We put the monopoly game away, straightened up the trailer and made plans to
get together after supper.  Skippy's mother started calling his name around
5:30 and I headed back to my place.

There was a high fence between our back and side yards, which meant I had to
go all the way around the front of Skippy's house to get home.  As I turned
into the end of my driveway, I glanced across the street and saw the
impossible.  It wasn't a flying donkey.  It was  much worse.  It was Ricky
in full run heading right at me with a smile that said it all.

He ran up to me and said triumphantly, "GUESS WHAT?"  Like I hade to guess.

"I can come over at 7:00 and can even stay until 11:00, cause it's summer
and I don't have practice tomorrow... and it's just across the street."  He
was beaming.  "So I can join the club!
I was totally surprised, shocked and stuck.

"Well, great I said, okay then, uh come over right at 7:00 and we'll start
the initiation."  Ricky was pleased.  He thanked me and headed back to his
house.  I went inside mine for supper, and a lot of thinking.

I was lost in thought during the meal.  This was not a problem of course,
since my father didn't like talk during meals.

As I ate, I considered the possibilities.  Rather than admit the truth to
Ricky, I decided to come up with some "mumbo jumbo" initiation thing for the
"club."  We could make Ricky do some stuff, then declare him a member, and
move on.  Heck, we could have some club meetings, and maybe even get
Skippy's brothers to go along.

So I started making plans.  It was somewhere between the main course and
dessert that other feelings and thoughts took over.  I thought about Ricky,
and it suddenly occurred to me that it would be fun to "initiate" him.  I
mean really initiate him.  I mean why not have a secret club.  Why not
initiate new members?  And I went into automatic!  By the time we were done
putting the dishes away, my plans were well underway.

By 6:45 I was back in the trailer. Skippy saw me cross his yard and rushed
outside to join me.  It took just a few minutes to fill him in on what had
happened, and what we were about to do.  He agreed to simply follow my lead
when Ricky arrived.

Oh yes, and less I forget, and before you think we were totally dishonest
and despicable friends,  Skippy and I agreed that we would put each other
through the same initiation as Ricky.  We just wouldn't let him in on the
fact that we did it after him and not before.

Then all of a sudden it was 7:00, and there was Ricky, ready for his
initiation into our club.

TO BE CONTINUED

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IMPORTANT NOTES:
As I indicated, this is the start of a new series. Throughout my life, many
people have told me that I have a "writer's" gift of recollection.  Though
there have been many intervening years, I have concluded that my memories of
the "moments" and "emotions" of the past are very clear.  Although some of
the minor details have faded, this story is as close to being 100% true as
you can get.  The trailer, the games, the clubs, and much more actually
happened.  The guys really existed and most are still alive.

I hope to have the next chapter out soon.  What lies ahead?  Well, first
there is Ricky's Initiation.   That will be followed by the expansion of the
club, new addition to the trailer games, and of course, the shocking
developments after Butch starts "shooting."  We were young and very naive,
and horny as hell.
It is my intent to continue this series, with or without feedback.  However,
if you have enjoyed what I have written, feel free to write me.  I'd love to
here about any similar experiences.  Since my goal is to maintain a "true
focus", I will not be able to incorporate anything in this particular
series.  But if you've had similar youthful encounters, please share them.
It might just help me to feel like I am just a little less freaky. Oh yes,
and if by chance you recognize ANY of the events and/or people in this
story, write me and tell me the name of the only  "elementary school" in
that neighborhood. You might be a long lost member of our old club and it
could be fun to reminisce!

My address for comments and such is: westwoodscotty@hotmail.com.