From: an133749@anon.penet.fi (Marko)
Reply-To: an133749@anon.penet.fi
Date: Wed, 28 Jun 1995 09:23:06 UTC
Subject: Wayne (1/?) boy/boy mast
Wayne and myself, the summer we both turned ten.
This story line consists primarily of the actions of two pre-teen to teen
boys. It starts out slow, and includes more and more as it goes on.
The early parts of fairly tame, much as things work in the real world.
Things do eventually get out of hand, so the later episodes may not be
everyone's cup of tea. I do not take the time to capsulize the story
before each part, nor will I mail missing pieces, so if you missed it
you're out of luck. You can try to find it on one of the many story
archives. Unless you happen to be Wayne, I don't particularly want to
hear from you. Compliments are ok, complaints are ignored (It's my
story. If you want something different, don't take the time to ask me,
write your own story), flames will be returned by way of your
postmaster, and propositions, requests, or offers of any illegal material
will be turned over to the appropriate law enforcement agency.
Children are far more creative than we give them credit for.
Karl Ziel
I refuse to put the usual disclaimers. No one reads them, no one
believes them.
PART 1
When you're a kid, it's amazing how fast things can get out of
hand, and how far out of hand they can go. Your parents always think
they know what you are up to, but they don't spend half as much time
trying to figure you out as you've spent figuring out them. After all,
you're just a kid, where they rule the world as far as you go.
Most of the trouble I got into as a boy was from trying to one
up my next door neighbor. We'd been born about six weeks apart, so it
was natural that our parents would keep us together, giving one set or
the other a break from watching rambunctious kids. If we hadn't
looked so different, we could have been twins. Always together,
always doing the same things, the only thing that separated us was our
looks and our size. I was always at least an inch taller, and ten pounds
lighter than Wayne. My hair was that blinding white blond that you
only find on young children, while Wayne was dark haired, and almost
olive in complexion.
Wayne was just a little older than I, and mischievous as all
hell. I of course had to try to keep up with him at all times. I almost
never got ahead of him without getting caught. He'd throw a rock, I'd
throw a bigger rock, soon enough we'd both be in trouble with one set
of parents or the other.
When we were little, this was bad enough. It's amazing the
things that a four year old can find to do that his parents don't approve
of. Once we hit school age, all hell broke loose. Wayne's parents were
Jewish, and didn't send Wayne to the public school down the street. I
think trying to separate us was part of the plan: we were still
neighbors, but at least we didn't spend twenty-four hours in a day
together.
Separating us did not work, completely. In school, it worked.
Without the other to egg us on, we actually paid attention and
behaved. The challenge there became who could out-do the other in
school work, something that our parents actually approved of. The
problem came in after school. Having behaved all day, separately,
once we were together we tried to make up for it.
Now, as kids we didn't do all that much that was really
dangerous (discounting trees, but since we never fell our parents never
knew) so just keeping us out of the house and away from anything
breakable was good enough for our parents. So long as we changed
into clothes that could be hosed off, and didn't mind getting out of them
in the driveway, neither of our mothers really cared what we ended up
doing. The rules were simple: no blood, no broken bones, clean up
your mess.
About the age of nine we became daring enough to go 'all the
way' into the woods behind our house. Our parents never even gave
the woods a thought: they were really just scrub waiting for the next
street in the subdivision to be put through. When you're only four feet
tall, scrub counts as woods. You can't see through it, and you can't be
seen in it. This gave us a whole new world, where we didn't have to
worry about younger siblings, and where no one would know what we
were up to.
Other than wrestling and racing about like madmen, we got
through nine without notable incident. We'd dared each other to climb
the skinniest trees, neither of us had been willing to eat bugs, we'd both
tried (and failed) to jump the ravine and clear the creek, generally
doing anything that boys could think up when parents aren't paying
attention.
When we hit ten, three things happened that got us on the
wrong track. We finally got bored just running around like madmen, I
grew tall enough suddenly that you could see my blond hair over the
tops of the scrub some of the time, leaving hide and seek out as a
game, (Wayne was still short enough to clear, and his dark hair didn't
show up as easily as mine), and Wayne's father bought him a tent.
Now, looking back the tent was an obvious thought. We
inevitably spent nights over every weekend, and inevitably stayed
awake giggling until all hours of the morning. No one cared about our
not sleeping: it was the parents not sleeping that upset them. A tent,
along with those edited memories of boyhood that all fathers carry
about with them, meant we could be adventurous, daring, and most
importantly, out of hearing range.
The tent was first tried out in the yard between the houses.
After a full night of listening for bears, convinced that this was our
parents way of getting rid of us completely, once we realized that there
ARE NO BEARS in the suburbs we were hooked. The next night the
tent moved into the backyard (farther out of hearing range), and the
following weekend it moved into the treeline. Within a month, right
before the end of school, we'd have the tent in the midst of the woods,
where we could not be seen or heard. We'd come in at dark, shower,
put on clean clothes for the morning, grab our pajamas, and head out
to whatever distant place we'd chosen for the tent. We were old
enough to need next to no supervision, so by the time summer hit we'd
see our parents at breakfast and at dinner, and check in with them
before we went out to sleep.
My parents were the type to give practical things for birthdays.
Nice stuff, but it never quite hit the wow quotient that a boy is looking
for. I depended on my uncle to get me something that no one else
would think of. He out did himself that year: a rechargeable lantern,
his old miscellaneous camping gear (water bottles, a back pack, a big
old thick sleeping bag, and some old climbing ropes and things), and a
deck of cards.
Now, whenever I tell this story, someone will laugh when I
mention the deck of cards. Everyone thinks they know what comes
next. Two boys, a tent, and a deck of cards. An easy lead in to a game
of strip poker. The problem is, there would be no need for me and
Wayne to play it. We'd grown up together so far, and bathed together
until we started taking showers, and still tended to be in the bathroom
at the same time. Seeing each other naked had been no great
excitement for either of us once we figured out what circumcision
meant. The deck of cards is important, but the game was quite
different.
My parents took me and Wayne out for pizza and a movie on
my birthday, so it was already late by the time we got back and started
to prepare for bed. Wayne's parents were out, so he showered with me,
and we headed out to the tent around eleven-thirty.
The first major change was the old sleeping bag. No one in his
right mind would have carried this thing camping as heavy as it was,
but it was an improvement over sleeping on just the thin ones we had
and the ground underneath. Not wanting Wayne to feel cheated by
still having to sleep on the floor, I offered to put my uncle's sleeping
bag down as a mattress, and we could use our bags on top. Now, my
bag was my fathers mummy bag, (the kind that makes you look like a
worm), but Wayne's was another square one like my uncles. Our first
major discovery was that they would zip together. Rather than two
bags, we now had one large bed filling Wayne's two man tent. Using
my sleeping bag as a pillow, we set up ourselves in the tent.
We had gotten into the habit of getting dressed after our
showers, going out to the tent, and then putting our pajamas on. Gave
you a half a chance that your pajamas would be clean when you got
out to the tent, and gave you clothes to wear in the morning so you
didn't immediately have to go into the house. Being a bit tired, we got
out of our clothes, and slowly started to put our pajamas on. Wayne,
always more aware than I, immediately joked that my uncle had given
me a deck of cards solely so we could play strip poker. My tired
reaction was that it was a stupid idea: neither one of us knew how to
play poker, and we were already naked anyway.
"We could play for something else?" was Wayne's next reply.
When his voiced cracked on the question, I should have known that he
had something in mind that would get us both into trouble.
"Like what?" was my response: "We don't have any money,
I'm so full that I don't want anything to eat so you can keep your
candy, and it's too late to dare each other to go out and do anything."
"We could dare each other to do something in the tent, then?"
was Wayne's immediate response, said so quickly that it was obvious
that he was expecting me to have rejected the first idea.
I knew enough that once Wayne had an idea, we would
eventually end up doing it, but I was way too tired to do anything now.
My monotone reaction was simple: "What do we play, and what do
you want to dare me to do?"
Immediately Wayne replied "Sleep without your pajamas, or
let me touch you. We can just draw cards. High card wins."
Wayne then had my attention. I'd seen him naked since before
I knew what naked meant, but I'd never touched him. He'd touched
me, the first time we realized that we didn't match, but that had been
when we were three, and just wasn't the same. If I'd been more awake,
I would have suggested doing something in the morning, or gone for a
greater dare then, but I still just wanted to get to sleep. "Fine," I said,
"we'll do both. Low card sleeps without his pajamas, and the other guy
gets to touch him."
Wayne had the cards out so fast it was surprising. He shuffled,
cut, and held out the deck for me chose a card. I pulled a kind, and
laughed. It was Wayne's game, and I'd already as much as won.
Wayne looked a little crestfallen as he pulled a card, and then grinned
as he held up an ace. Now, I was still more tired than excited, so I just
crawled into the sleeping bag, kicked off my pajamas, and said "Fine,
when you finish turn the lantern off. I'll probably be asleep by then."
Wayne crawled into the bag after me, and just lay there a minute. I
figure he was feeling kinda funny about his dare, I a laughed and said
"What's the matter, chicken?"
Now, the rules between me and Wayne were simple: you
ALWAYS followed through on a dare, and you were NEVER chicken.
We were lucky that we didn't end up getting ourselves killed following
that set of rules. Calling either one of us chicken was a guaranteed
way to stir us to action immediately, and it worked here as well.
Wayne moved over so he was lying on his side right next to
me, with his chin just off my left shoulder. He took his left hand, and
started by just touching the end of my nose, a habit that my uncle had.
He moved his fingers down to my lips, played across them for a few
seconds, and slowly let his finger trail down my chin to my chest. I
was a rather bony kid back then, and rather ticklish, so I'd been poked
in the ribs more than once. This was different. Wayne was using no
force, no pressure, just letting the weight of his fingers brush against
my skin. It was a great feeling, just the warmth of his fingers on my
chest and the warmth of his breath on my shoulder, and I began to
wonder whether I wasn't happy that I'd lost.
Wayne let his finger play across my chest, touching both
nipples for just a second, just long enough for me to notice how it felt.
Letting his arm lie across my chest, he traced his fingers down my right
side. I put my arms up, so I could put my hands behind my head and
get them out of his way. Wayne moved closer, and put his head down
on my shoulder. I brought my left arm back down, and put it across
his shoulders as his hand moved slowly down my stomach.
I don't know when I fell asleep. I don't remember his hand
ever getting any lower than that, but the next thing I knew it was seven
in the morning, the lantern was dead, and Wayne was holding on to me
with his left hand, with his head still on my shoulder. He had my penis
between his thumb and finger, with my foreskin pulled back as if he'd
been playing with it, and the rest of his fingers draped across my balls.
I had the first erection I remember as something other than an
inconvenience, and an aching desire for Wayne to hold it tighter than
he was.
I figured that Wayne would pull his hand away as soon as he
woke up, so I just lay there as still as I could, enjoying the feeling,
almost holding my breath to keep Wayne from waking up, but at the
same time almost straining to get my erection farther into his hand.
You can't tense up, stop breathing, and try to move without changing
your position somewhat, and my doing so woke Wayne up. Rather
than immediately letting go, he squeezed down, and then pulled his
hand back as he yawned. I let my breath out all at once, and it startled
Wayne fully awake.
"What was that all about?" he asked, looking a little confused.
"Do it again." I muttered through clenched teeth, "Do it again."
"Do what?" Wayne asked, sitting up in the sleeping bag and
pulling it off both of us.
"Squeeze me like you just did. Hold my dick in your hands
and squeeze. Please....."
Now, one of us saying please was usually reserved for
desperate pleas to adults. My using the word then let Wayne now that
he had something he could use against me. Wayne took a second and
gave me his conditions: "Okay, but only if you'll take your clothes off
for me later today, AND sleep without your pajamas again tonight."
I would have said yes then if he said I had to give him my bike.
I probably said yes a half a dozen times before Wayne lay back down
next to me, put his head back on my shoulder, and slowly ran his
fingers down my stomach. He stopped just before he got to my dick,
and threw the sleeping bag open so he could see what he was doing. I
just lay there, desperately waiting for I did not know what.
When he grabbed me, I almost screamed. I jumped, but the
first word I got out was "Tighter." Wayne wrapped the three fingers
that would fit around my ten-year old erection, hooked his pinky
around the bottom of my balls, and squeezed down. I let out an
immediate "Yes," and smiled at him. He looked up from my shoulder,
and smiled back.
Turning his attention back to the matter of my hard-on in his
hand, Wayne reached up with his thumb and slid my foreskin down.
Not having one had been a cause of great concern to Wayne when he
was three, but he hadn't mentioned it since. I let out a long slow moan,
overwhelmed by the feeling that Wayne's hand sliding up my dick had
given me.
"Again. Slide your hand up and down again." I whispered to
him, trying not to move.
"What'll ya do for me?" was the immediate reaction from
Wayne, "to get me to lie here and hold on to your dick for you?"
"Anything, just slide your hand up and down again.
Anything." I reached down and tried to force his hand to slide, but he
just gripped tighter and held still. I felt like I was about to cry.
"Please, anything."
"You have to do it for me later," was Wayne's reaction. My
immediate "YES!" gave away the ease with which he could bid up the
price. "Twice!" was his comeback, and before I could agree again he
added "Outside."
"Okay, Okay, Later. Twice. Outside. Now do it. Now. Now.
GO. Twice. Later. Okay." Wayne laughed, relaxed his hand, and
started sliding it up and down in a motion known to all adolescent
boys, but that I hadn't thought of before then. I wrapped my left arm
around him, pulling him against me, and put my right hand over his
left on my dick, hurrying him along.
Me and Wayne were both the oldest in our families, and were
still in elementary school, so we had no idea what was going on, or
what would happen. I knew that I didn't want it to stop, and had
already given away that I would do almost anything to get Wayne to
continue. I wasn't paying enough attention to notice that it was having
a similar effect on Wayne. He speeded up, pulled himself against me,
and threw his leg over mine. I slid my arm down his back, pulled him
tight against me, and felt the warmth from inside his pajamas. He
started rubbing against me at about the time that the feeling I had was
getting to be overwhelming.
All at once I was gasping for breath, my dick was throbbing, I
was overwhelmed, knowing that I wanted him to stop NOW, but that I
wanted to do the whole thing over again as soon as possible. I started
to laugh, and noticed that Wayne was still intently rubbing against my
leg. I slid my hand down to his bottom, and pulled him tightly against
me. He started gasping as well, and just pushed and held himself tight
against my leg, still tightly holding my penis in his hand.
A little too tightly. "Don't rip it off Wayne, it's the only one
I've got."
"Sorry, what the heck was that?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure not going to ask my mom about it:
'Mom, Wayne was grabbing my dick this morning and....'" At that we
both cracked up, and Wayne rolled onto his back, still out of breath,
still panting.
"We'd better get in and get something to eat before they leave
and lock us out Wayne. My parents are taking the girls shopping for
summer stuff, so they'll be nobody home at my house all day."
"That's okay. My parents will still be in. They don't go out to
golf until after lunch. My father says its so they don't waste a tee time
on my mom. She always gets mad when they golf."
"Okay then. Breakfast and Lunch at your house, Dinner at
mine. I don't have to see my sisters until dinner, and you don't have to
deal with your parents after they get mad at each other. I think my dad
is going cook, so it'll be late, and we'll be able to smell the gas from the
grill."
"Or the food burning.." was Wayne's reaction as he poked me
in my still uncovered ribs.
"We better get dressed," I said, sliding up to the end of the
sleeping bag and reaching for my clothes.
"What, you're not going to go to breakfast with your willie
hanging out?" Wayne said as he slid off his pajamas. I'd seen him
change for years, but I'd never really looked. My penis was back to
being soft and small, but Wayne's was still a little stiff, and a lot
bigger. I just stared, not saying anything, until Wayne noticed what I
was looking at.
"It's gotten bigger lately. Dad says I'm growing up. Up is
where it is most of the time."
"Your balls are huge compared to mine. When did that
happen?"
"Uh, I dunno. Just did. It's still nowhere near as big as my
dad's though."
"It's a lot bigger then mine."
"Well, you've always been bigger than me before. I'm sure
you'll catch up. Let's go eat."
Wayne pulled his shorts and his pants on, reached for his shirt,
and laughed again:
"Remember: You agreed to sleep without your pajamas
tonight, to take your clothes off for me later today, and to do me twice.
Twice. Later. Outside," he said, in a fair imitation of my breathless
voice from earlier. Once Wayne and I had a deal, the bargain was
struck and had to be carried through, no matter what. We agreed on
that early on, when we were daring each other. Once you said yes, you
couldn't back out, even if the other one wanted you too. It kept us
from cheating on a dare by making the other person let us out of it.
"Why Outside?" I asked quizzically. "I got the twice, but why
the outside?"
"I just wanted to see if you'd agree to it. I probably could have
told you to kiss my dogs butt and you would have said yes. You'd
have done anything to get me to continue."
At the time, I thought I might have. Now, I know I would
have.
PART 2
We ran from the tent to my house, shoes untied and our shirt
unbuttoned, laughing all the way, with Wayne trying to catch up to
me. We got there just about the time that my parents were going out
the door with my sisters and my little brother. I was ten. The girls
were about to turn six, and my little brother was two. I could have
done without the three of them. If they weren't whining, they were
crying, telling on me, or breaking my stuff. Wayne was an only child:
I guess he was enough for his parents. I yelled to my dad that I'd eat at
Wayne's, and we'd both be over for dinner, "unless it's burnt," and ran
off to my fathers good natured shout of "you wouldn't know a good
steak if it bit you. Burnt, hell."
Wayne's parents were the kind of people who were dressed for
breakfast. We stopped at the back door to finish putting our clothes
on, tied our shoes. About the time that Wayne went to tuck his shirt
in, reaching down in front of his pants, I cracked up laughing and said
"Can't you wait for Later, Twice, Outside?" Wayne started laughing,
his hand still in his pants, right as his Mom opened the door.
"Good Morning boys. Crazy as usual I see. Wayne get your
hand out of your pants. Walter, you need to wash your face, get in
here before breakfast gets cold."
"Good morning Mrs. Davis." Who would have thought that
Davis was a Jewish name?
"Hiya Momo. Bacon and Eggs for breakfast, or can I just have
a cheeseburger?" I never understood why the Davis's didn't eat things,
or why Wayne thought asking for them was so funny when he was at
home. He never ate bacon, since it was from a pig, and he'd never
have a cheeseburger (that one I could never figure out: couldn't have
hamburger on a pizza either), but he'd always ask, and his mother
would always look pained and say in a fake accent "Oy, it'll be matzoh
ball soup for you." The only effect Wayne being Jewish seemed to
have on us then was I could never order pepperoni on a pizza, and we
had twice as many holidays for people to feed us on. Oh, yea, and we
didn't match.
"I suppose you two have cooked up some evil deed over the
course of the night?" said Wayne's dad from behind the paper. He was
wearing a coat and tie. On a Sunday. My parents didn't dress up on
Sundays. Wayne's dressed up for everything.
"Sure thing dad. REAL ESTATE." was Wayne's response.
You just never quite understand another family's jokes.
Breakfast was good. I guess we'd worked up an appetite.
Eggs, bagels dripping with butter, cereal, real juice (not the kind from
a can), and coffee. Wayne's dad would always pour us both coffee,
and we'd both sit there and try to look serious for a minute, holding the
paper like Wayne's dad did, before we started laughing uncontrollably
again.
"There's sandwiches in the cooler out back, I already talked to
your Mom Walter, we figured that you'd be here for lunch and there
for dinner. We're going out early this morning, you know where a key
is if you need one, don't break anything or each other, remember there's
a phone in the garage if you need help. The numbers are next to it.
Anything else guys?" Mrs. Davis was the most organized person I
knew. My mom would have taken a half an hour to cover the same
territory, and never would have reminded us about the phone.
"Popsickles?" Wayne piped up hopefully.
"In the ice in the cooler. If you eat late you get slush." This
women thought of everything.
"Cool. We're going to put in condo's, we'll see you later."
Wayne always joked with his dad about buildings and property.
Wayne's dad worked with computers. I never understood the real
estate jokes.
Our first task for the morning was getting the lantern back to
my house and charging on the back porch. Wayne hadn't turned it off,
of course, and we'd want it back later. The batteries in both of our
flashlights were dead, again. I wasn't afraid of the dark, but I always
wanted to know that I could see if I had too.
We occupied the morning with moving the tent. We moved
the tent everyday, so no one ever knew where it was. We always
cleaned up where we'd been, so no one ever knew where it used to be.
I have no idea why this was important, but we spent a great deal of
time working on it. The rest of the morning was spent trying to climb
a tree back near the fence that separated the woods from the fields that
weren't going to be part of the subdivision, or at least not part of this
subdivision.
My house and Wayne's made up the end of a road. There
wasn't anything across the street yet, and the road hadn't gone through
any farther than his house yet. The area behind our house was big
enough for another road and two rows of houses. The people on the
other side of us were old, and almost never came out. They had a high
fence all around their property, and wouldn't let anyone into it. I
climbed it once to get a ball back, and the old guy yelled at me. We
ignored them after that, and they ignored us.
Lunch time came around, after we disgusted with trying to get
a start on the tree. If we could have gotten to the first branch we could
have done it, but it was too high to jump, even standing on Wayne, and
too big around to shinny up. We would have to have had a ladder to
get up. We went back to Wayne's house. The cooler on the back
porch was were it always was, with four peanut butter sandwiches
(two with margarine and two without, labeled) , bananas, half a box of
raisons, four things of juice, and surprise! four not two popsickles,
stuck between the blue-death ice packs in the middle. Two red, two
blue popsickles. Wayne wouldn't eat a blue popsickle for anybody else
but me. I made him taste one once, and he looked like he was going to
get sick. Why waste a good popsickle?
We were stretched out on his back patio, in the shade, eating
the first of our popsickles, when Wayne called his price from earlier.
"Okay. It's later," was all he said.
"You want me to do you here? Pull your pants down on your
back porch? Are you crazy?" was my reaction. Wayne could push his
luck only so far before he got us in trouble.
"My parents are gone. Your parents are gone. No one can see
my backyard except from a plane. And I don't want you to pull my
pants down. I want you to pull your pants down."
"What? I don't need to take my pants off to play with your
dick!"
"You're not playing with mine. That's for Later. Twice.
Outside. You said you'd take your clothes off for me later. It's later.
Get naked. If we get caught, you can say that you had a bug in your
jeans, and were just going to get it out. A deal's a deal."
A deal's a deal. I've never backed out on one with Wayne
before, and I wasn't going to then. I stood up, pulled my shirt over my
head, threw it down on the ground, kicked off my sneakers, and
pushed my jeans and my shorts down in one move. I stepped out of
my pants, kicked them over to the lounge chair, and stood there with
my hands on my hips.
"Okay. I'm naked. Can I put my clothes back on now?"
"Nope. You never asked how long you had to take your
clothes off for." It was always important with Wayne to be precise. "
Stay naked. Eat your ugly blue popsickles. This way you won't drip
on your shirt."
"Yeah. I'll drip on me and be sticky."
"Good thing it's me we're playing with later, not you. Sit down
like I am."
I sat down, Indian style like Wayne, my worldly goods
hanging out for all the world to see. "Are you going to make me do
you here, where we can get caught, too?" I asked, half-hoping that he
would say yes, so he had to be naked in his backyard too.
"No way. In the woods. I said outside, not in the yard.
Besides, it looks like being naked agrees with you. It's putting bones
in your meat."
"Supposed to be meat on my bones," I replied, not yet knowing
what Wayne was referring to. He pointed to my slowly swelling
penis, now half out of my foreskin, and said "See, I told you it would
grow!"
Sitting naked, open to Wayne watching me, in his backyard
where we could be seen if anyone came around the house, was exciting
me. Just watching him watch me gave me a hard-on like the one I'd
had that morning. Thinking about doing for Wayne what Wayne had
done for me was making me a little lightheaded.
About that time, I discovered what dropping a piece of frozen
popsickle on a hard penis felt like. It didn't stay hard for long, but it
was now streaked with blue.
Wayne cracked up and rolled back on the patio, laughing
while saying "Shucks, now you won't be able to lick up your popsickle
juice." My mom had the habit of giving you a plate for your
popsickle, I always thought so you could save the juice, but I suppose
so you didn't drip on everything.
"You could lick it up for me." I dared.
"No way. Not a blue popsickle. I'd rather eat the blue-death
out of the cooler."
"You'd do it if it wasn't blue?" I asked.
"I didn't say that," Wayne quickly countered. "I said I'd never
do a blue popsickle again. You said after the last one that you'd never
make me try a blue popsickle again. A deal's a deal, remember?"
When I'd made that deal, I hadn't quite thought of this use for a
popsickle. Just thinking about it, sticky then warm, made me hard all
over again. Wayne was starting to get quiet, and tugging at his pants
like they were tight all of a sudden, so I guess the idea crossed his
mind too. Shame he'd already finished his popsickles. I finished off
mine with my dick pointing to the sky, with Wayne never taking his
eyes off it.
I went over to the hose to wash the blue off me (I'd hate to have
to explain that to my mother!) still thinking about why we were both
suddenly being quiet and why, even with the cold water, I was still
harder than I remember being before. Wayne may have started his
growth toward puberty, but I was still just a little boy. Soft, my penis
wasn't much bigger than the end of my thumb. My balls were about
the same size, and they were close up against my skin. I knew from
the morning that Wayne's were bigger, but I didn't know how much
bigger he was when he was hard. Mine was as long now as my hand
was wide, which I checked while standing there, about three inches.
"Quit playing with yourself and get your clothes on." I
suddenly noticed that Wayne was standing next to me, right next to
me.
"Do you think that's what we were doing this morning, playing
with ourselves?" I asked. Wayne always seemed to know these things.
"No, not exactly. Well, I guess I was, since you weren't doing
anything, but you weren't. If that's what playing with yourself is, I
guess. I don't care. It was fun. You won't tell anybody, will you?"
"No, not unless you do. Since you did the playing this
morning, I guess I don't have to worry about that, do I?" We never
needed to worry about each other. We'd never tell, even if we were
already in trouble, not without the other one saying it was okay.
"No. I think it's later, LATER, now. We should go back to
the tent. We can take the picnic blanket, and lay outside. At least for
the first. Okay?"
"Do I get to put my clothes back on now?" Knowing Wayne,
he'd try to keep me naked for as long as he could. Much to my
surprise, he just nodded yes, still staring at my hard-on. Jeez, you'd
think he was going to be playing with me again.
We walked quietly back to the tent. We had pitched the tent in
one of the few places shaded by real trees in the woods, not just the
little scrub trees. There was some sunlight right in front, where we
spread the blanket. Wayne just stood there for a minute, looking like
he wasn't quite sure if he wanted to go through with this. A deal's a
deal. I agreed to do it, Twice, so I just kneeled down on the blanket,
moved over to him, and started to undo his pants. I could tell that he
was already hard, really hard. I pulled his pants down, pulled his
sneakers off, while he took off his shirt. Then we just stared at each
other, him at me, and me at his dick, still in his white underwear.
I wanted to do for him what he did for me, work up to touching
him, so I reached around to the sides to pull his shorts down. His penis
got caught in the front, bending down as the elastic came down, and we
both started to giggle. He got down on his knees in front of me, and
fell over onto his side next to where I was sitting. I lay down on his
right, so I could use my right hand (Wayne uses his left for
everything). Wayne stopped me before I touched him, and whispered,
"Take off your pants too. I only had only my pajamas. Take off your
pants again."
I sensed a chance to make a bargain of my own, and replied
"Only if you sleep without PJ's tonight too."
"Okay. Neither of us sleeps in clothes tonight. Were you
cold?"
"Not with you on my arm I wasn't," I said as I slipped my jeans
off again, lying down next to him again. I started the same way he did,
touching his nose, slowly working my way down to his erection. He
was different than me, not as bony, bigger around. You could feel his
ribs, but you couldn't see them like you could mine. His belly stuck
out a little too, kinda like his dad's. I worked my way down a little
faster than he did. I didn't take all night to get there. I think I wanted
to get there more than he did.
The first thing that surprised me was the size. Wayne wasn't
grown up yet, but he was bigger than me by at least an inch, and
thicker too. And hard. And hot. Hot like when you have a fever, dry
to the touch. He moaned a little as I wrapped my hand around him. I
wasn't too sure what to do, since he doesn't have a foreskin that'll go up
and down, so I just tugged slowly up and down. If anything, he started
to get harder and warmer, and closed his eyes. I couldn't remember if
I'd closed mine or not.
Wayne put his arm around me like I had before, so I slid down
so I could put my head on his shoulder. I was taller than he was, so his
had didn't go as far down my back as mine had his. He surprised me
by reaching over with his other hand and pulling me towards him.
"Rub yours against me while you rub mine. That's what I did
this morning. It felt great."
He was right. It did. The friction against the cloth, and the
warmth of his leg, got me excited like I had been that morning. I don't
know how long we lay there, me rubbing my hard-on against him,
while pulling at his in my hand. Suddenly I noticed his hand on mine
trying to get me to speed up, so I sped up both him and me, wrapping
my leg around his so I could get a better grip and rub tighter, while
grabbing his dick all the harder in my hand.
He was breathing heavier and heavier, going faster and faster.
I remembered from that morning the feeling of wanting it over,
wanting it to stop, while not wanting it to stop at all. He had his eyes
clenched shut, and his mouth closed, he looked like he was in pain, but
I knew better. I guess that's what I looked like in the morning. It
doesn't look like you're having fun, but you sure are.
Suddenly I could tell that he was feeling the same thing then
that I had that morning, as his dick started to throb in my hand and he
grabbed me and pulled me towards him. He reached over with his left
hand and almost pulled me on top of him, and pulled me close. I
pulled my hand out from between us, and kept pressing my dick down
onto him, trying to get to the same place he was at. I ended up lying
on top of him, with my dick between his legs, me pushing him down,
and he holding his legs together. It was different than in the morning,
the same feeling only more, more force, more emphasis. I liked having
his hand on me, but I also liked being able to go at my own speed.
After I finished, I just lay down on top of him, my head on his
chest. I could feel his dick, still hard, still warm, squeezed up against
my belly. I just squeezed all the tighter against him. It was neat,
seeing that I could make him that happy, make us that happy. Just
feeling his hard dick between us made we want to do it over again. I
started to rub my belly back and forth, pulling his dick away from his
stomach as I went down, slapping back down as I came up. My dick
was still between his legs, and he just tightened his legs together. It
didn't take long for me to get back to the point where I didn't really
know what was going on, and Wayne was holding on to me like he
was afraid I'd leave, both of us enjoying the motion I was creating.
You can rock back and forth like that for a while. Doing it
right away made it take longer than the first time, for me at least. I
just got into the motion of me pressing against Wayne, when Wayne
started pressing against me back, trying to push his dick up into my
stomach. I remembered from before he woke up this morning how
badly I wanted to push against his hand, how badly I wanted the
tightness, so I slid down so he was against my ribs rather than my
belly. My dick was now just below his knees, held there tightly while
he pressed his against my chest, faster and faster, holding me tightly
against him with both hands.
Wayne got faster and faster, pushing up harder and harder. I
started to rock farther and farther back, bending backwards so Wayne
could push up against me. His dick started to slip out from between
us, coming up to my shoulders as I slid farther down. I could see him
straining against me, could see the tip of his hard-on by my shoulder.
He started to moan, and pant, so I figured it was time to finish him off,
and reached up with my hand, rolled to the side, and just pulled back
and forth on him as hard as I could. He finished with almost a scream,
with me holding him down with my left arm while I jerked him off
with my right. I was still lying with all of my weight on his body, still
pressing my hard-on between his legs, faster and faster, until I just
collapsed on top of him as I finished, my head resting on his right hip,
his dick still in my hands, still hard, still warm.
We must have dozed off after, since I woke up with a start
from a sound in the bush. Must have just been a squirrel, so I relaxed.
Outside hadn't been such a good idea, not if we were going to go to
sleep afterward. In the tent, we had a chance to hear someone coming
before they saw us. Out here, we could be seen by anyone who came
into the clearing.
Wayne had woken up as well, and was running his fingers
through my hair. I don't know if I was still hard, or hard again, but
both me and Wayne were stretched out tight, as hard as we had been
earlier. I was just above eye level with his dick, and he was hard
enough that it wouldn't lie down on his belly, but stretched out, with
the skin tight, just above. I just started to run my fingers down, and let
my hand reach down and cup his balls. They were much larger than
mine, a handful where you could probably hide mine behind three
fingers, and much looser, darker than the rest of his skin.
It was later than it should have been, and I was more tired than
I was used to. I figured that we should make an appearance at one
house or the other, to see if anyone had come home, and check on
dinner. Dinner, and probably popsickles for desert, again. The side
effect of changing houses is you can end up eating the same thing more
than once. Thinking about the popsickles for desert got me thinking
about the blue one earlier, and the thought of licking off the drips got
me thinking real hard about not having a blue one later. A deal's a
deal, and I had said that I wouldn't make Wayne eat a blue popsickle
again.
Subject: Wayne (3/?) boy/boy mast/soap
Wayne and myself, the summer we both turned ten.
This story line consists primarily of the actions of two pre-teen to teen
boys. It starts out slow, and includes more and more as it goes on.
The early parts are fairly tame, much as things work in the real world.
Things do eventually get out of hand, so the later episodes may not be
everyone's cup of tea. I do not take the time to capsulize the story
before each part, nor will I mail missing pieces, so if you missed it
you're out of luck. You can try to find it on one of the many story
archives. Unless you happen to be Wayne, I don't particularly want to
hear from you. Compliments are ok, complaints are ignored (It's my
story. If you want something different, don't take the time to ask me,
write your own story), flames will be returned by way of your
postmaster, and propositions, requests, or offers of any illegal material
will be turned over to the appropriate law enforcement agency.
Children are far more creative than we give them credit for.
Karl Ziel
I refuse to put the usual disclaimers. No one reads them, no one
believes them.
Part 3
My father was already setting up to burn the steaks when we
got back to the house. Every Sunday, my father cooks. He doesn't
cook well, but he cooks. I think he believes that it saves Mom work. I
think it's more work for her to clean up after him that it is for her to
cook and clean up after herself. My dad isn't very good at this.
The joke is my dad does food for a living. He runs a company
that delivers food to restaurants. At least when Mom cooks the stuff he
brings home we eat well. When my dad cooks, sometimes it's good,
sometimes it ain't. At least when he sticks with the grill, the worst he
can do is burn the meat. Everything else comes out of packages.
Good thing, or we could starve waiting for Dad to declare that the grill
is ready.
My sisters had the hose out, and were running around in just
their shorts. My little brother was throwing himself at the ground. My
mom says he's trying to learn to walk, but it looks to me like he does it
deliberately. Stands up, sticks his arms out to the side, leans
forward....SPLAT. Face first into the dirt. Sits up, looks around,
stands up..... Boy's crazy at the age of two. Makes you wonder what
he'll be like when he grows up. His name's You'd I think he has the
brain of a brad.
The Davis's had the lawn chairs dragged over to our patio, and
we're sitting there with adult drinks in their hands. Mom was drinking
iced tea, and Dad had his usual Miller balanced on one end of the grill.
Boiled beer, yum. There was food already out on the table, with is
where me and Wayne ran when we came up. Potato salad, cole slaw,
chips, enough food to keep us going until Dad gets something cooked
on the grill. How hard can it be to burn meat?
"Wash your hands first!" Moms in stereo. How can they do
that?
Me and Wayne ran inside to wash up. I guess we were kinda
grubby from being outside all day, to say nothing about where I'd had
my hands half the afternoon. We ran into the bathroom downstairs, the
little one without a tub, and I started washing my hands. Wayne just
stood there for a minute.
"Whatcha waitin' for, an invitation?"
"Uh, I gotta pee first." Wayne said, looking down at his feet.
"So go ahead and pee. I don't want to wait for you. It's not
like I haven't seen it already, Twice, Later, Outside."
"That's different," was all that Wayne quietly said.
"You'll let me play with it, but you won't let me see you piss?"
Wayne can be so weird at times.
"Would you let me see you piss?" was his defiant response.
"What would I care, you held it in your hand all night, you
should be lucky I don't wet the bed."
"I DON'T WET THE BED ANYMORE! At least, not often.
Only when I'm really tired." Wayne blushed bright scarlet. I forget
how sensitive he is about some things.
"I was only joking. I didn't mean anything. I'm not going to
tell anybody, you know that. It's a secret. Like the rest of the things
that we do with each other. You know that. I'll leave if you want, or
you can watch me pee later, okay?"
"You can't pee unless I get to watch, deal?" Wayne wants a
deal on just about everything. You'd think he was keeping score. Of
course, he remembers all the deals, even when he owes me, so I guess
it's good that one of us keeps track.
"You'd better not go anywhere. I don't want to have to come
looking for you the next time I have to go. Deal."
"Okay. Why do I feel silly pulling my pants down now if I
didn't earlier?" Wayne slowly undid the belt on his jeans, watching me
watch him.
"You don't have to pull your pants down. That's why you have
a zipper, silly." When Wayne does something, he usually has a reason,
but I couldn't figure this one out.
"I want you to be able to see. Do you want to hold it?"
My pants started to get tight again. You'd think they'd make
boys pants so that they'd fit boys, wouldn't you? "Uh, okay, I guess.
We better hurry. They'll wonder." I moved around behind him, so I
could hold him with my right hand. He was starting to get stiff, and I
kinda had to point to down for him. It's hard to aim somebody else.
All I have to do is look down once with mine, and I can look away, but
Wayne's kept trying to rise up as I held it. I could feel the pee moving
through his dick, a warm streak on the bottom as I held it. He finished,
so I shook it off for him.
"Pull my pant's back up for me." Wayne can ask for the silliest
things, but he comes up with some fun things to do. I leaned over to
grab his jeans, which were now down around his ankles. I'd never
looked at his bottom before. He was tan from his beltline up, and
down around his knees, but his bottom was just smooth and white. I
pulled his underwear up with my thumbs, so my fingers were inside,
and just kinda pressed against his bottom when I got there. I reached
around front to put his penis where it went, and found that he was as
hard as I was.
"We better quit playing with each other, and get outside, before
they think we fell in. You still have to wash your hands. Wouldn't
want your mom mad."
"You better wash your hands too. Since you did go to the
bathroom after you washed them the first time!" Wayne giggled back
at me. We both moved over to the sink, right as my father opened the
door behind us.
"What takes you two so long to do anything?" was his
immediate question.
"Jeez, Dad, don't you knock?." I looked up at him, reaching
for a towel.
"First you don't want me in when you take a shower, now you
don't even want me to see you wash your hands? What next, you won't
let me see you eat?" was Dad's response, ruffling my hair as he talked.
"I figure if you're both in here, you can't be doing anything too terribly
embarrassing." Little did he know.
For a change, dad had put a piece of meat on the grill that he
didn't burn. Of course, I think I could even tell when to take
hamburgers off, but you never knew with dad. Dinner was typical
patio fair, a two burgers each, nothing on them for Wayne, everything
for me (I take all his fixings when we go out too), cold salads, jello.
We finished up, and were starting in on marshmallows, when dad
announced dessert "Ice cream! The old fashioned kind, cranked, it's in
the garage. What'sa matter with you two? Ice cream not good enough
for you?"
"No dad, ice cream's fine." I guess Wayne was hoping for a
popsickle as well. Not that it'd matter at the house, since my mom
would give us plates anyway. We proceeded to demolish a bowl each,
covered with slightly burnt marshmallows and some of dad's secret
fudge sauce (it's the kind he sells to ice cream places, and brings home
for just about everyone in the neighborhood). The little ones were
starting to drift off to sleep, it was about half dark, and the stars and
fireflies were just beginning to come out.
"You two going back out into the woods again, I take it?" was
Wayne's mom's comment, saying it like she already knew that unless
they said we couldn't, we'd be out every night all summer long. "The
weather should still be nice. I think you two will change your mind
once it starts to get hot." I thought that we might stay out then too,
but I wasn't going to say why.
"Of course. Gotta protect the tent against squatters, right
Dad?" Wayne's dad just laughed. I don't even know what a squatter
is.
"Yep.. Owner-occupied is the key boy, owner occupied." Mr.
Davis always had something to say back to Wayne's jokes. "You two
had probably be getting ready for bed, it's gonna be dark before you
get back out there."
"Did your lantern work okay? I noticed that it was back in its
charger." Leave it to my mom to notice something that I couldn't
explain.
"Yeah, we just wanted to make sure that it was all the way
charged up." I sure wasn't going to say that we left it on all night. I
guess tonight we'd better play in the dark, so they don't get suspicious
about what we're doing and come and check on us. We might move
the tent, but the field isn't that big.
"Well, I think it's time for both of you to get clean, and at least
in the tent. Who knows when you two actually get to sleep. Anne, do
you want Walter to shower over at our house so you can get the twins
ready?" Mrs. Davis always organized things, even with other adults.
"That would be great. The sooner I can get these two into bed
the better. Walter, grab some clean clothes and get going. Don't spend
the whole night giggling in that tent of yours. Do you two plan on
doing nothing but play with the tent this week, or are you going to start
whining about something to do?" My mom always seemed to worry
about whether there was anything for me to do. We lived at the edge
of nothing. The pool was a half an hour walk, the playground was
farther, the school was farther than that. There wasn't even a Seven-11
within miles. I thought having woods to play in was great: Mom
always thought there was nothing to do.
"We haven't started whining yet Mom, we'll probably be in the
woods all summer if you let us. Going to the pool this week would be
nice. You could just drop us off, we're both ten now, you don't have to
stay anymore." If she doesn't stay, it means my sisters don't stay, and I
don't have to keep checking in at the baby pool with Mom and Brad.
"We'll see. We could probably arrange it, if it's okay with
Wayne's Mom." Mom wants to check on everything.
"Hey, anything that keeps him out of your hair for a while. If
you drop them off, I can pick them up on the way back from work.
They can spend some time in the sun, rather than hiding out in
Sherwood forest here." My mom doesn't like trees, Wayne's mom
doesn't like trees, what's the matter with playing in the woods. "In any
case, it'll wait for tomorrow. You two need to get a move on, or it'll be
two dark to find your tent, and you'll end up having to, dare-I-say-it,
sleep in a bed like normal people. Wayne, try and get your ears clean
for once."
I ran into the house to get clean clothes, while Wayne and his
mom whined at each other about how clean his ears needed to be. My
mom's happy if I'm not covered with grime. I grabbed shorts for the
morning, and one of my over-size tee-shirts. My pajamas, which I
wouldn't need anyway, were still in the tent. Wonder if mom will get
suspicious if I don't get my pj's dirty?
Wayne had already headed over to his house. Mom was
headed in with the twins, who had already started whining about not
being able to stay up. Brad was asleep, face down in the patio. Weird
kid. Dad and the Davis's had started new drinks, and were discussing
"Zoning." I ran over to Wayne's, both to get away from the grown-ups
and because I had to pee, and I'd promised that he could watch. He
might now have known if I cheated, but I would have.
Wayne was already in the shower, singing at the top of his
lungs. It's a good thing his church doesn't have a choir, they'd be in
trouble. The Davis's have a great bathroom, with both a tub and a big
shower. It'd be big for grown-ups, it's way big for me and Wayne.
"Wayne, if you want to watch, you'd better stick your head out, 'cuz I
gotta go bad." Wayne popped his head out under the shower curtain,
and grinned up at me. "What are you doing down there, Silly!, lying
down in the shower. Stay there and you'll be lucky I don't pee on you."
Wayne's head popped back under the curtain, and reappeared at about
half way up, sideways with his hair against the wall, with the same
silly grin.
"Hurry up with it then. I'm covered with soap, and it's getting
dark. If we take too long, we'll be trapped in a house for the night.
And besides, you'd never dare pee on me. You KNOW I'd get even
with you for it."
"Might have been worth trying, just to see your reaction." I
like to egg Wayne on just to see him get wound up. I shucked out of
my pants and shorts, and kicked them off while pulling my shirt over
my head, still buttoned. "Aren't you going to hold it for me?" I asked.
"Can't. Covered with soap. Unless you want to pee in the
shower?"
"GROSS, It'd get all over your feet. No way," I replied, taking
care of the holding part myself. If I didn't go soon, I'd end up peeing
on the floor. "You owe me then. I held yours, you still have to hold
mine sometime."
"That's cool. Get in here and soap my back so we can get out
of here," Wayne said, pulling his head back around the curtain. I slid
between the curtain and the wall, the 'wrong' side, just so I could goose
Wayne from behind. He giggled, and leaned back against me, hair
covered with shampoo and body covered with soap. I grabbed his
shoulders and held him back against me, feeling my penis start to
stiffen up again, rubbing against his bottom. I reached down to
discover a very well soaped erection on Wayne as well, and grabbed
onto it with my right hand. He leaned his head back so he was looking
up, with his hair pressed against my shoulder.
"If you take the time to play with it now, we'll be prunes before
we both get out of here," Wayne whispered, putting the soap into my
left hand. "Do my back, and I'll do yours while you do your front, and
we can both get out of here and back to the tent. You can 'wash' it then
if you want to."
"I just wanted to make sure it was clean," I said, giving it a
good squeeze and then letting my hand move around to Wayne's
backside, holding on to his smooth, round, white, and surprisingly cool
bottom. Wayne leaned forward to wash his feet, bending over in front
of me, so I took the time to lather up his bottom. I usually just wash
his back: it's harder to reach your back, and who wants to touch
somebody's butt?. I lathered up his back, scrubbed his shoulders, and
started to work my way back down. Wayne was just leaning forward,
finished with his feet, just letting me wash him like a little kid.
I got back down to his bottom, and rather than just go over it
once with my hands, I took the time to actually scrub. Working up my
courage, I let my hand slide down between his legs, and briefly cupped
his balls in my hand. Wayne started to stand up, so I slid my finger
slowly back behind his balls, and slid my finger up between his cheeks.
"Are you clean here, as well, young man? I think your mom worries
too much about your ears, and not enough about the dirty bits."
"You'd think you were going to eat me, you're so worried
about whether I'm clean. That feels really neat, rub me there some
more," was Wayne's response as I soaped up his butthole.
"Nope, gotta go, we better get moving, I still gotta clean me."
I said, turning into the spray of water so my back was to Wayne. I
started to lather and soap my arms, and passed the soap back to
Wayne. He took a minute to lather up, while I did my stomach, and
when I bent over to clean my feet, he started, not on my back, but right
where I'd just been touching him. He was right, it did feel neat, and if
anything I got harder than I was before. I leaned farther over, only to
feel Wayne's hand slid up my back, soaping and washing me there.
"We better hurry, before Mom comes to check on us." was
Wayne's only comment as he stepped next to me to rinse off. He was
still hard, still bigger than me. As the soap came off, I could see that
the skin on his dick and balls were darker even than the rest of him,
except for the tip, which was almost red under the olive skin. He was
so hard that his dick was so tightly pressed up against his belly that he
had to pull it down to rinse behind it.
"I'm done. Rinse off and we'll get out of here," Wayne said
stepping out of the shower. I took a minute to let the warm water run
down my back, thinking about touching Wayne, touching him more. I
could here Wayne starting to brush his teeth when his Mom knocked at
the door.
"Wayne, I've got shorts and a shirt for you, and you need to
take your swimsuit with you if you too are going to go swimming." I
heard the door open, and what sounded like 'thanks' said through a
mouthful of toothpaste. As soon as the door closed, I stepped out of
the shower to see Wayne standing in front of the sink, toothpaste on his
belly, still naked, still hard.
"You let your Mom see you like that!" I can't understand
Wayne: I don't want my mom to see me naked, much less naked with a
boner.
"Ain't nothing she ain't seen before, kiddo. Even standing up.
I always get kinda stiff when I wash anyway, you should know that."
Wayne shrugged off my criticism, and rinsed his mouth, his
toothbrush, and his stomach.
"Kinda stiff ain't pointing to the sky, buster. What if she thinks
something's going on?" Wayne never seems to pay attention to what
grownups are thinking about.
"If I didn't open the door, she would have wondered. If I
opened the door and tried to hide, she would have known that
something was up. So, she sees me naked with a boner. So what. I
get'em all the time. I'm here, you're there, nothing seems to be
happening, there's nothing for her to worry about. Now, if we were
both standing here popping boners, there'd be a problem," Wayne
explained, pulling my boner down and letting it pop back up to my
stomach. "Brush your teeth, I gotta get something from Mom." I took
my toothbrush off the rack (I think we both have one in every
bathroom in both houses).
If me and Wayne wore the same size clothes, we could travel
back and forth without having to worry. He can borrow my stuff, but
I can never fit into most of his clothes. Most of his play clothes are my
old stuff anyway. I pulled on my underwear and then my shorts.
These were too big for me, and mom had moved the button over so
they'd stay up without a belt. I then pulled my big blue t-shirt on, and
tugged it down so that it covered everything else. If I stand still, you
can't tell that I've got shorts on, and it looks like I'm wearing a dress.
My dad's t-shirts go down almost to my knees, and nobody know if I
were totally naked.
Taking the time to hang up both my towel and Wayne's, I
headed out to the hallway to find Wayne waiting for me by the door,
silly grin back on his face, two purple popsickles in his hand.
Subject: WAYNE (4/?) (boy/boy oral/severe popsickles)
Wayne and myself, the summer we both turned ten.
This story line consists primarily of the actions of two pre-teen to teen
boys. It starts out slow, and includes more and more as it goes on.
The early parts are fairly tame, much as things work in the real world.
Things do eventually get out of hand, so the later episodes may not be
everyone's cup of tea. I do not take the time to capsulize the story
before each part, nor will I mail missing pieces, so if you missed it
you're out of luck. You can try to find it on one of the many story
archives. Unless you happen to be Wayne, I don't particularly want to
hear from you. Compliments are ok, complaints are ignored (It's my
story. If you want something different, don't take the time to ask me,
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will be turned over to the appropriate law enforcement agency.
Children are far more creative than we give them credit for.
Karl Ziel
I refuse to put the usual disclaimers. No one reads them, no one
believes them.
Part 4
"Purple! Why purple? We only eat those when we're out of
red and blue!" I didn't even think to ask how Wayne had convinced
his mom to let us have popsickles to take out to the tent. Once we
were out at the tent, there would be no way for us to brush our teeth
again. I just couldn't figure out Wayne some days.
"Because there's no way I'm gonna take any chance on eating a
blue popsickle. There are the same number of blue and red: if you
don't get a blue, I don't get a red. Only your sisters will eat the orange
ones. That leaves purple. So I got purple. Come on." Wayne said, in
the tone he uses to talk to my brother, like he was saying something
totally obvious.
"Why would you be eating......" Suddenly it hit me that Wayne
was really up to something. I had been joking earlier about making
him lick up the popsickle drips. He was serious. Oh boy, how was I
going to get out of this one!
Suddenly Wayne's mom called out from the end of the hall,
"Wayne, Walter, take a plate and your toothbrushes if you two are
going to eat out there. We'll be gone for breakfast, eat over at Walter's,
we'll see you for dinner. 'Night, boys." Great. Now, in addition to
trying to figure out how to deal with Wayne, I had to brush my teeth
again.
"Race you!" was the last thing I heard from Wayne, and then
he was out of the door. At least I couldn't lose this: I always ran faster
than Wayne. Other than nearly fumbling the high-speed popsickle
trade off when I caught up halfway, I beat him to the tent by a good
twenty feet. I dived headfirst through the door, and had spread out the
picnic blanket and was leaning against both pillows when he got in.
"What took you so long, slow-poke? And what are you trying
to pull with the popsickles. I was joking earlier about making you lick
off the popsickle drips. I was just mad because you called your price
in the backyard rather than out here." I figured if I told Wayne I was
joking, he'd back down from whatever idea he had.
"You were joking when you said it. You weren't joking when
you made fun of me for saying I wouldn't do it because it was blue,
rather than because you'd dribbled all over your boner. You thought it
was funny then, what'sa matta, you chicken now?" Wayne was
threatening me with his popsickle while he made his little speech, and
from the amount of purple pooling in the bottom of the plastic, I could
tell that we were going to drip no matter what we did. I wasn't going
to be chicken, but I was going to make sure that I wasn't alone.
"Okay. Looser licks up the others popsickle drips, FIRST. I
don't want to get stuck here all night covered in purple popsickle. Our
mom's would think I was crazy if I came home looking like that thing
from McDonalds." I figured if Wayne knew there was no chance he'd
get out of it, he'd back down before he took the bet and just say he was
kidding. "Is it a deal, or do you want to play something else?' I
figured I should give him an out that made it look like it was my fault.
"I wasn't planning on making a game out of it. I figured we'd
both do it anyway. That's why I got two popsickles. If we were going
to make it a game, we'd only need one, since we'd end up sharing it
anyway. Get nakkid and eat your popsickle before all I have to deal
with is the stick!" Wayne laughed at his own joke, laid his popsickle
down and skinned out of his jeans and underwear in one move. "Good
thing it's warm enough, 'cause if I remember right neither one of us
sleeps in pj's tonight." In the time it took me to set my popsickle down
to undo my belt, Wayne had managed to get undressed. He moved
over to the pillows, but didn't really sit up, but more kind of leaned
forward, so his popsickle was centered right over his very hard penis.
I knew I was in trouble as soon as Wayne opened his
popsickle. Rather than doing what I would have done, which was open
a corner and drink the stuff that had already melted, Wayne had just
pulled the plastic open on the bottom, like there was no popsickle
juice, like the popsickle had just come from the freezer. He'd done it
carefully enough though. Almost all of the purple had hit the top of
his boner, and run down on all sides. After a quick scream from
Wayne (it may be melted popsickle, but it was still cold!) and a sudden
reduction in size of his penis, Wayne started in, slowly, on his
popsickle.
I figured if Wayne can make the job harder, so can I. Rather
than sitting with my knees together like he had, I sat up and crossed
my legs Indian-style, and bit a small corner off the bottom of the
popsickle package. Rather than one big splat which Wayne had
gotten, I got a slow drip that I could direct. I'd thought I'd won that
round, until I realized how hard it was to deliberately let something
really cold drip on you there. I got most of the juice to run down the
bottom, but a lot of it hit my balls and ran down the sides.
Wayne laughed at my obvious problem aiming a popsickle. "I
thought about trying to drip it, but after the look in your face at lunch
when the blue stuff hit, I didn't figure that there was anyway I could do
it slowly!" Wayne was eating his popsickle the same way he always
did, at least he wasn't trying to make more drips.
Mine kept dripping more than usual because I was trying to
keep my eyes both on Wayne eating his popsickle, the drips that were
falling off the bottom, mostly hitting just below his belly button, and
the purple splotch he created when he opened the package. I'd leaned
back from my Indian position, but I still had my legs wide, and some
of the juice was still running down the side of my balls. It was STILL
too cold, but I didn't think I wanted to be neat tonight.
"You're making a mess, Walter. I think you should spend your
time looking at your popsickle, rather than looking at my dick. You
can look at my dick later. You can do more than look at my dick.
You can still look at my popsickle then too!" Wayne was in a really
silly mood, but looking at me kinda funny too. I think he knew we
were getting into something beyond just playing with ourselves.
"Do you think this is really okay, Wayne?"
"No. I think we'd both be in a lot of trouble if anybody caught
us playing this game. Even more than if they'd found out about Twice,
Later, Outside. But it's just you and me, and we've done other stuff
that would get us in big trouble before. Besides, we're both covered in
purple now, what are we going to do, go back and shower again? My
mom would know that we were up to something weird then, we both
show up with purple boners and silly grins. Besides, I don't care. I
want to do this."
"Did you want to do what we did this morning?" Every once
in a while I'd catch on that Wayne had deliberately come up with
something that I'd thought was spur of the moment.
"Ayup. I thought of that one right when you opened the deck
of cards. I didn't really know what would happen, but I figured it'd be
fun to get naked anyway. Or to make you get naked. I didn't think
you let me double and make you both get naked and let me touch you,
but you called the bet. I hadn't really thought of doing this until you
told me to lick up the blue stuff you spilled earlier. I guess you were
right when you said that the only reason I said no was because it was
blue. And then later, when we were outside and you were pressing
down on me, and my dick ended up right under your shoulder?, the
only thing I could think of right then was popsickles."
Wayne was down to licking off the stick, and I was down to
the bottom of mine. We'd done a pretty good job of dripping on
ourselves. We looked like little kids at the pool with ice cream. My
brother is neater with a popsickle than this. For a kid who still shoves
his face in the dirt when he's outside, my brother can destroy a
popsickle or an ice cream without getting anything on him at all. He'd
be no fun to play this game with.
"Who goes first?"
"Low card, of course!" Wayne reached under the pillows for
the deck of cards that had gotten us started, and held them out to me. I
finished off my popsickle, tossed the sticks out the door, and promptly
pulled the three of diamonds.
"I think you've got me this time. Unless you pull a two."
Wayne had grinned as soon as he'd seen the three, the kind of grim
where he ducks his head down and looks back up at you. He set the
deck down, cut, and pulled up a ten.
Wayne's next sentence was said so quietly that I almost could
not hear him, "Do you want me to lie down, or do you want to do it
with me sitting up?" I was looking down at the purple covering almost
all of his boner, just the redness of the tip showing through, the purple
looking really dark in the tent.
"Just slide down a little, and I'll get between your legs. This
was I can get the stuff that ran down." I couldn't take my eyes off his
penis, tight against his belly, as I slid down and around, putting my
hands on his knees.
"That's why I kept my legs together, so none of it would run
down. You've got purple all over your balls too. I didn't know I could
make you do that." Wayne suddenly realized that he had missed an
opportunity, but it didn't seem to both him much. He had one thumb
behind his penis as he said this, bending it out and away from his belly,
and was letting it pop back as he talked.
"You said lick up the drips. You never said they had to be
someplace. You should be glad I didn't let it run up my nose. Then
you'd be in real trouble." I spread Wayne's knees apart, still keeping
my eyes on his very hard penis. He slid down so just his head was on
the pillows, spreading his legs out and leaving me looking down at his
boner. I'd been in roughly this position earlier, when we were playing
outside, but all we'd been doing then was rubbing against each other.
This was different.
I figured I couldn't wait any longer, or Wayne would be able to
call me chicken, so I just leaned forward and got it over with, and
licked from the bottom of his penis all the way to the top. From the
way his back arched, I could tell he enjoyed it. Just tasted like purple
popsickle to me. I looked up at Wayne and said "This would be better
if you'd eaten a red one."
Wayne just giggled, poked me in the nose, and said "Eat my
purple popsickle!" and cracked up laughing. I went to work on getting
rid of the purple on his belly, licking slowly, pulling his boner forward
from his belly and licking slowly upward. I kept a tight grip on his
hard-on with my right hand while I got rid of the rest of the purple
everywhere but on his penis. He was harder now than he was this
morning, the skin tight on the shaft of his penis, his back arched, tense,
waiting. I'd gotten rid of all of the purple, leaving his belly just wet
from my tongue, when I let his penis slap against his belly, and ran my
tongue down the length of it, along the ridge along the bottom, all the
way down to his balls. There wasn't any purple there, but I continued
down the middle anyway, following the bump in the skin until I got to
the back. He was gonna hafta get the purple off me there, it only
seemed fair that I let him know how it feels.
Obviously, it felt pretty good. I stopped for minute to see if he
was still breathing, licked across his balls once for good measure (I'd
already licked him, so what was once more?) and tried to figure out
how to get the purple off his dick the fastest way. I guessed it would
be easiest to do it all at once, like you'd do a half a popsickle or the
kind that only has one stick. I pulled his penis forward, and kissed it at
the very tip.
Wayne had managed to get most of his drops to hit right there,
so it took me a minute to get all the purple off the end. I just ran my
tongue back and forth, kinda going in circles around the top. It still
didn't taste like anything other than purple, plus kinda like sucking
your thumb. More like sucking someone else's thumb, like when I
sucked my little brothers thumb one night in front of the TV. He'd
thought it was hilarious. Hey, he liked it so much, I thought I'd give it
a try. Mom said I was weird. Wonder what she'd think about me
doing this.
Having gotten the purple off of the tip, I wrapped my hand
around Walter's balls, and slowly slid his penis all the way in my
mouth. It was hard to do it slowly, since Walter was arching his back
and pushing up from the blanket as I was going down, but I managed
to do it slowly enough that he started to moan, and grabbed for my
head to make me go down faster. Once I got all of him in my mouth, I
started to run my tongue around to get the purple off, tasting the
popsickle, but different now with the warmth, and knowing that this
was his penis in my mouth.
The only thing it tasted of was purple. Usually, if we've been
out playing before we got to take a shower, you can smell the
difference once we take our shorts off. Having just come from a
shower, there was no smell. I wonder what he would taste like before
a shower? All the time I was licking around the bottom of Wayne's
penis, feeling him press up. I knew he was liking this, but once I got
all the way down, he was pushing back on my shoulders with his hands
and pulling away from my mouth.
Wayne let out a moan as soon as his boner popped out of my
mouth, and grabbed me again by the shoulders and pulled me down
again. I figured there might be some purple left on him, so I went
through the whole thing over again, slowly going down, with my
tongue making swirls against the bottom and sides of his boner. I
noticed that I was gripping his balls tighter than I was before, and that
I had my other hand holding the bottom of his penis so that I stood
straight up. I could still taste some purple, like when you lick your
teeth later after eating one, so I went back up again to do it over.
Wayne was starting to go a little crazy, grabbing my shoulders tighter
and tighter, pulling me back down. I pulled back, wrapped my hand
around his boner, and looked up at him, with his face scrunched up
and his eyes closed. His penis was all wet from my mouth, so I slid my
hand up and down, and said, slowly, "You're gonna take this much
time with me, too, right? Even [stroke] after [stroke] all [stroke] the
[stroke] purple [stroke] is gone?" I didn't bother to count the number
of times he said yes as I took him back in my mouth.
Having his penis in my mouth wasn't that bad. We'd just taken
a shower, neither one of us had pee'd, so it couldn't be dirty yet. It was
just warm, kinda hard but still soft around the edges. Doing this was
making me feel like I had earlier, when I had my boner between his
legs and his dick rubbing against my shoulder. I couldn't move to rub
myself between him now, and besides I was still covered with purple,
so I just focused all of my energy on licking his hard penis, going up
until I only had the tip in my mouth, rubbing that with my tongue until
he stopped breathing and had his back arched all the way up, and then
letting all of it back into my mouth, squeezing his balls as I went
down.
Wayne was pushing back harder and faster, like he had earlier.
I just tried to match him, letting his penis almost all the way out of my
mouth and then sliding it all the way back in again. He was pressing
his legs against my sides so hard it almost hurt, and I wasn't sure if he
was breathing at all, when all of a sudden he grabbed my head and
pushed his penis all the way into my mouth, letting out a moan as he
did it. I could feel his penis start to throb like it had earlier, and the
flavor in my mouth changed, just a little, like I'd licked the salt off my
lips after eating potato chips.
Right after he'd done this, Wayne just let his hips fall back to
the blanket, his hands fall down to his sides, and lay there like he was
trying to catch his breath, or like he wasn't really sure where he was. I
just lay there, with my hand on his balls, feeling his boner start to go
soft in my mouth. Once he sounded like he'd caught his breath, I let
his limp penis slip out of my mouth, kissed him once on the belly
where it was still wet from my licking him earlier, and said "That was
a lot more than just the purple, kiddo. You've got to do me the same
way, okay?"
His breath was still short when he replied, "Yeah, but give me
a minute. That makes what we did earlier look boring. Wow. Why
didn't we think of this before? We could do this all the time." I took
the time to lick just the head of his penis, making him squirm, before I
responded.
"WE haven't done this yet. I'VE done this. Now it's your turn.
Are you gonna put your head in my lap, or do I have to slid up there
and make you lick up the purple?" I didn't really wait for a reply, as I
put my legs aside his chest, and centered myself over his mouth. I
figured I'd gotten most of the purple on my balls anyway, he might as
well start there before he did for me what I'd just done for him.
"You've got purple everywhere down here. It could take hours
to get all this stuff off your balls. If I hadn't watched, I'd say you
painted yourself with your popsickle." Wayne was gently stroking my
rather sticky balls while he complained.
"There's an idea. Water paints. We could have real fun. Mom
would think we were being artistic." I laughed, thinking about other
ways to force one another to kiss.
"Yeah, until she asked to look at the pictures and you dropped
your pants," was Wayne's reply, as he leaned forward and kissed me
just at the base of my penis.
This time, I was the one moaning. He now had his hand
wrapped all the way around my penis, and was running his tongue
slowly down the middle of my balls, the same way I'd done him earlier.
Between breaths, gasping, I tried to tell him, "It'll, go.., faster.., if you
put....., them.., into.., your mouth." Right before I'd said mouth he'd
done just that, taking first one and then the other, and finally both into
his mouth at once. I could feel his tongue rub back and forth, the hot
wet of his mouth and the friction from his tongue combining to make
me try and force my balls farther into his mouth, while his hand just
held tightly onto my boner. He let his tongue slide to just behind my
balls, causing me to moan and push forward. He just stayed where he
was, holding my balls in his mouth, playing with them with his tongue.
Just sitting there like that was driving me crazy, so I pulled back,
freeing my balls from his mouth.
Wayne knew what I wanted, and leaned his head forward as he
pulled my penis down and away from my belly, planting a kiss right
on the tip and licking around the head with his tongue as he pulled the
skin back along the rest of my dick.
Letting his tongue slip, he looked up at me and said "You
kinda taste like you smell right before a shower. Plus purple!," he
giggled, as he slowly allowed me slid my penis all the way into his
mouth. He reached back, grabbing onto my bottom tightly to keep me
from pulling away, and just slid my boner around in his mouth. He'd
been too big to allow me to do much put go in and out, but with mine
he could slid it back and forth with his tongue first on the bottom and
then on the top. This alone was making me feel like I did earlier,
ready to be finished but not yet ready to be done. I pulled back, almost
freeing my penis from his mouth, and couldn't keep myself from
pushing it right back in again. Soon, that's all we were doing, with me
holding Wayne's shoulders down, leaning forward so my head was
against the wall of the tent, my eyes closed, everything focused on the
feeling of mouth wrapped tightly around me.
I kept forgetting to breath, kept having to gasp for breath, kept
wanting to push farther into Wayne's mouth. He kept grabbing my
bottom harder, pulling me closed, wrapping his tongue around me in
his mouth, until all at once I could feel the force again, pulling my
balls up tight against my skin. I just pushed as far as I could into
Wayne's mouth, wrapping my legs tight around his head, pushing as
hard as I could. I could feel his hands on my bottom, could feel his
lips wrapped around the bottom on my penis, the pull against the skin
on the top from bending it down to get into his mouth. I let out a yell
right as my penis began to throb, and then another as I tried to catch
my breath, all the while trying to push farther into Wayne's mouth.
I froze like that, not wanting to move, not wanting Wayne to
touch me, not wanting to pull out, not wanting Wayne to let go, just
wanting that moment to last. I must've stayed that way for a minute or
more, because once I caught my breath, and looked down, Wayne was
looking up at me with a grin on his face, my now-limp penis just
resting next to his nose, my foreskin half covering the head again. I
was still breathing heavy as Wayne pushed me over so I was lying on
my side of the tent.
"Wow," was all I could say. Wayne reached over me to unzip
my side of the sleeping bag, and then made me slide over so I could get
in. I just lay there, trying to figure out what had just happened, feeling
the sleeping bag zipped up rather than actually seeing it, looking up at
the green tent roof over me. I was just starting up as I felt Wayne slide
in next to me, not on his side like we'd always done before but right
next to me like we'd gone to sleep last night. I felt his hand slide down
by belly to my still wet penis, and felt his fingers slowly curl around it.
"I don't know if I got all the purple off," was all he said, his
head now resting on my shoulder, his breath brushing against my
chest.
"We'll have to wait until the morning to check." I reached over
and turned off the lantern. "I think your trying to get anymore purple
off me right now would kill me. Wow." I pulled my hand back inside
the sleeping bag, feeling the cold outside now, that I'd missed the entire
time I'd been on top of Wayne, naked and out of the sleeping bag. I
put my right arm around his shoulders, the same way I'd done before.
He just wrapped his hand tighter around my penis, pulled closer to my
chest, slid his leg over mine, and whispered "goodnight, Walter. I love
you."
I reached my left hand across, tucked it between my hip and
his, and wrapped my fingers across his penis and his balls, still damp
from earlier. "goodnight Wayne. I love you too." I leaned forward and
kissed the top of his head, and lay back and smiled. I could hear the
woods close in around us, the crickets chirping, the traffic from the
highway past the house, as I relaxed into sleep, warm in my tent,
cuddling with my friend.
WAYNE 5/ and on may be delayed, as I deal with the real world,
moving, problems with net access, etc. There should be about 6 more
parts, to cover everything that happened. (Don't worry: almost
everything happened.) I'll try to get them to you as I can, and as a full
set (minus all the typos) to the .nifty. server as soon as I can, but it may
be four weeks or more. Sorry, I have to write for the real world as
well, and that pays the rent.
Marko