Date: Wed, 09 May 2001 11:59:43 -0500
From: fsw99 <fsw99@pop.mindspring.com>
Subject: Chapter Five of You Can't Go Back

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			     You Can't Go Back

				  By Stan

(First, this is a true story as told to me by Dave. Dave was 12 when this
happened, so he doesn't remember all of the events, so I have to make up
some things. I will keep it as close to truth as I can. This happened
almost ten years ago, but it will be told in flashbacks and mingled in with
true events that happen to our group of young gay guys (and one old gay
guy, me). Or, things that have already happened that we are still dealing
with. I hope you enjoy this method of telling a story. I've never tried
anything like this before. If you are looking for lots of sex in the story,
better look elsewhere. This is more real life stuff. Sorry!

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			       Chapter Five

I actually got to finally put on my own clothes. I'd been worried that my
shoes might be still wet, but they were as dry as everything else. Having
my briefs back on felt kind of strange, even though that is what I'd worn
all of my life. I kind of missed the freedom Bruce's boxers gave you.
Maybe I would ask Mom to buy me some next time we went shopping for
underwear. I knew better than to ask for them now, since I had perfectly
good briefs at home. She wasn't going to spend money on something like that
now. Maybe next school year.

It didn't take very long to finish Bruce's chores. We first started milking
the two cows. Well, Bruce started. I was trying, but couldn't seem to get
the hang of it. Bruce just laughed a little bit and told me to come over
and watch him for a few minutes. That helped, but I was still way too
slow. Bruce finally finished his cow and told me to take a basket and
gather the eggs while he finished milking my cow. That was fine with
me. Eggs I knew how to handle. If you see one, put it in the basket. Yep, I
was already turning into a country boy. I already had almost all the basics
down. Egg gathering, shit raking, spraying out the chicken coop,
milking. Of course, I didn't have a clue why it was called ‘gathering'
eggs. Maybe I did have lots more to learn.

We finally finished and Bruce said, "What do you want to do first, slick?"

There was that ‘slick' name again. I didn't like it, but it sure could
have been lots worse. ‘Shit kicker' comes to mind. "I don't know. I'd
like to learn to shoot, but I want to ride the 4 wheeler, too."

"I tell you what. Let's shoot first and then when it gets warm, we can go
for a ride. Going fast through the wind helps to cool you off."

"Good idea," I replied.

We went back into the house and gave the eggs and milk to Bruce's Mom and
got out both of his guns and some shells for each. "We can't shoot a lot. I
don't have many shells and haven't saved up enough out of my allowance to
buy any more," Bruce said.

"I'll buy some next time we go to town if you'll tell me what kind to get."

"You'd do that?" Bruce asked, looking up at me.

"Sure. We're using your guns and your shells this time. I just thought it
would be fair if I bought shells too."

"So we would be back to even, huh?" Bruce asked with a grin on his face.

"Kind of. If you don't want me to buy the shells, just say so." I was
getting tired of being picked on all the time.

"Hey, I'm just kidding you. We're best friends, remember? Don't take my
kidding so hard.  Mom's right, you need to just kid me back."

I looked at him smiling back at me, and my anger faded fast. "Ok,
fine. Let's go. I might shoot you after all."

"Would that be by accident or on purpose?" Bruce kidded.

"I don't know. I haven't decided yet."

Bruce started giggling and I finally joined him. We were back to being
friends again.

We walked a long way through the woods. I was carrying the shot gun and
Bruce had the 22 rifle.  I was really looking forward to this. We finally
stopped in a clearing and looked around. "We might as well see if we can
kill some squirrels. Mom makes a great stew out of them." Bruce said.

"You're kidding. You actually eat squirrels?" I asked, grossed out.

"Sure. It's really good. You would know what was in it unless we told you
first, I can guarantee you."

"Well, just make sure and tell me when she's making that and I'll eat at
home that night." Bruce thought that was hilarious and I joined him in
laughing. But I meant it. I'd help him kill them, might even help skin
them, but there was no way I was going to eat them. They were like big rats
with a longer tail to me.

We did some basic target practice first, and I did pretty well after
getting used to the 22. I couldn't shoot as well as Bruce, but I held my
own. We then started walking slowly through the woods, taking turns
carrying the 22.

"Dave, look," Bruce whispered, as he pointed out a squirrel running up the
side of a tree. It got to a branch high off the ground and I brought the
gun up and took aim. I finally squeezed off a shot the way Bruce had taught
me, and saw the squirrel fall to the ground. We ran over to get it, and saw
I had hit it right in the head, almost blowing it off.

"Great shot. You didn't hurt any of the meat."

"I wasn't caring about that. As far as I am concerned, I could have ruined
all the meat. I just wanted to see if I could hit it."

"You'll love squirrel. Just wait and see."

"No way, Jose," I answered.

"We'll see," Bruce said with a gleam in his eye.

"Yeah, we will," I answered bravely. No way this boy was eating squirrel.

We continued to slowly walk through the woods. I killed two more and Bruce
also got two. It was a good thing that Bruce had put an old sack through
his belt before we left or we might have had trouble carrying all the
bleeding squirrels.

It was starting to get really warm, even in the shade of all the
trees. Bruce finally said, "Hey, I want to show you something. Come on."

I followed him and we were soon out of the woods completely and next to the
bank of a pretty good size lake. "This is my favorite spot on our whole
farm. This is where my Dad taught both Mitch and I how to swim. There's
also a lot of fish in here. We can come fishing some time if you'd like
to."

"Sure. I like to fish. We did have those in Pennsylvania, you know. You
won't have to teach me how to do that."

"Oh, you mean you already knew something before you got here?" Bruce asked,
kidding.

"Yeah, two things. You know how to do one, but don't understand the other."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"Fishing and math. Guess which one you know how to do and which one you
don't," I laughed, as I danced out of Bruce's range.

He faked trying to hit me on the arm, but he was grinning. "Very funny. But
at least you are starting to kid me back. I like it better that way. It's
hot. Let's go for a swim before we walk back to the house for lunch."

"We don't have any swim trunks. What are we going to swim in? I don't want
to get all my clothes wet like we did yesterday."

"Dave, we're in the country, remember? We go skinny dipping in the
country."

"You mean completely naked?" I asked, horrified.

"Yes, naked. Get over being embarrassed about your body around me, will
you? We took two showers together yesterday, remember? And one was in our
tub at home where we didn't exactly have lots of room. There's nothing
wrong with your body. It's kind of cute, actually," Bruce kidded.

I blushed slightly and said, "Oh, thanks a lot."

"Come on, get undressed. Or do you want me to have to undress you, too? I
have to teach you everything else. I don't have to show you how to undress
yourself, do I?"

"Eat me, Bruce."

"Oh, that wasn't a nice thing to say to someone who has a gun in his
hands. Now get undressed, or I'm going to shoot your balls off."

"Oh, all right," I said, as I kicked off my shoes and started unbuckling my
belt. I just hoped little Dave didn't make an appearance.

Bruce did lots of things quicker than I did, but he definitely stripped
faster than I did. He was already naked when I was still taking of my
shirt. I still had my socks and underwear to go.

"God, you're slow. Come on, before we completely miss lunch."

"Why are you always trying to get me to take off my clothes, and then are
mad when I don't take them off fast enough to suit you?"

This actually caught Bruce off guard. He blushed for once. He recovered
nicely, though. "I try to get you out of your clothes because I like to
look at that sexy body of yours."

"I've already said it once, but I guess I need to say it one more time. Eat
me, Bruce," I answered as I pulled down my briefs and was finally naked
like he was. "Where do we jump in?"

"Right here is a good place. That's why I came out of the woods where I
did. There isn't anything at the edge except ground. It's all smooth. Come
on, let's get in."

Bruce then ran to the edge and jumped in. I followed him, and almost had a
heart attack. The water was freezing. I surfaced, spitting water and
sputtering. "This is cold as Hell! Why didn't you tell me, ass hole?"

"Because I wanted to see your expression when you came to the surface, dick
face," Bruce answered, and splashed me.

That did it. This was war. I swam over and dunked Bruce below the surface.

"Oh, you want to play that game, do you. Fine with me," Bruce said and the
battle was on.

We swam, dunked, and splashed each other for a long time. I had no idea how
long, but we were finally tired and got out to rest for a while.

"Let's go over here and sit on this fallen tree and dry off before we get
dressed," Bruce said. It sounded like a good idea, so I followed him over.

We sat down side by side and Bruce leaned back, enjoying the sun on his
cold body.

"Man, I'm not very big anyway, but that cold water has made my dick and
balls shrink down to miniature size," I said like I was thinking out loud,
and then realized what I had said. I blushed furiously.

Bruce made matters worse by calmly sitting back up and looking at me
closely. "Yeah, cold water will do that every time. See, it's done the same
thing to me," he said, as he opened up his legs wide so I could get a clear
look at him. Yeah, he was lots smaller than normal. "We'll be back to
normal soon as we warm up."

"I guess so," I answered quietly.

Bruce started to squeeze some of the water off his body with his hands. "We
had better get dressed and start walking back. It won't be long before Mom
has lunch ready, plus if we're going to have any time to ride the 3 and 4
wheeler before you have to go home, we had better get going."

I didn't answer, I just got up and started shaking off the excess water and
went over to my clothes. Bruce walked over and picked up my briefs. "Hey,
do you mind if I wear these back until we go riding? We can switch back
then. I don't know if I ever remember wearing briefs."

"You want to wear my underwear?" I asked, puzzled.

"Hey, it's no big deal. They're just clothes. You wore mine yesterday and
this morning, remember?"

"Yeah, I know. I don't care. You can if you want to. You never even wore
briefs when you were small?"

"My Dad said that country boys wore boxers, and no boys of his were going
to be wearing panties like some girl when we were just out of diapers. My
Mom at first had to make them for us. Then, when we got older, she was able
to buy them in town. Now, most of the boys wear them. Why don't you?"

"I don't know. Mom always has bought me briefs, and I guess I never asked
for boxers instead. I really didn't have any close friends before I moved
here, rarely spent the night with one of my friends, and the one I did
spend the night with some wore briefs too, so I never really thought about
it. And we didn't have to dress out for PE at my old school. But, you're
right, most of the boys in our class wear boxers."

"Oh, you've been checking them out, have you?" Bruce kidded.

"No! You know what I mean. If everyone is undressing or dressing at the
same time, you can't help but see them at times," I answered, getting
angry.

"Calm down. I'm kidding. I know what you mean. Everyone does the same
thing. I noticed you had on briefs the first day."

"You did?" I asked, incredulous.

"Yeah. Everyone is curious about the new boy in class. I also saw that you
didn't have any hair."

"Shit. You didn't?"

"Sure I did, and I'm sure everyone else did, too. Even with you coming and
going so fast that you couldn't have gotten more than just a little bit
wet. If anyone didn't check you out the first day, then I'm sure they have
by now."

"God, that's so embarrassing. Everyone knows how small I am," I said, as I
pulled on Bruce's boxers.

"You aren't the smallest in the class. Don't worry about it. You just
haven't gone very far through puberty yet. You'll get bigger soon. I was
about your size six months ago, and I think I'm older than you are
anyway. Anyway, it doesn't matter to me. You're my buddy and you're fine
the way you are."

That really touched me. I almost had tears in my eyes. I just looked up at
Bruce and said, "Thanks."

He just grinned back. "No need to thank me. And I mean it, by the way. If
we weren't buddies, do you think we would be wearing each other's
underwear? Man, these make your balls kind of tight, don't they," as he
stood in front of me in my briefs.

"You're just not used to them. I kind of like the support."

"I won't have them on long enough to get used to them." Bruce answered.

"Well, you just want to trade back now?"

"Nah, I'm fine. I was kidding you again. Come on, we had better get dressed
and back to the house for lunch or Mom will have a fit."

We quickly dressed and walked quickly back to his house. Not real
quickly. It was a long walk.  Maybe like 20 minutes. They owned a lot of
land.

Bruce had been right. His Mom met us at the door with a less than happy
look on her face. "You boys are late."

"Sorry, Mom, we lost track of time. We did bring you five fat squirrels
that we killed. I'll skin them for you after Dave goes home," Bruce said.

She took the sack and looked inside. "They're nice. Well, since you brought
me something, I guess I can put off the beating I was going to give both of
you," she said, kidding.

I didn't know that, and my eyes got big as I looked at her.

"I'm just kidding you, Dave. Bruce, take the squirrels down to the basement
and you boys get washed up for lunch."

That was fine with both of us. Anything to get back in her good graces. And
what's up with these people? They are constantly kidding me about giving me
a spanking. I'm getting a little bit tired of it now. If it's my butt they
want to see so badly, I'd pull down my pants and underwear once if they
would promise not to talk about spanking me any more. No I wouldn't. Who am
I kidding?

Bruce ran down the steps and was quickly back, without the squirrels. We
both washed our hands and sat down at the table. A hot bowl of soup was
already on both of our plates, along with a sandwich with lettuce and
tomato. I wanted to eat here all the time. I usually got a peanut butter
and jelly sandwich for lunch.

It didn't take us long to finish eating and we were out the door once
more. Bruce got out the 3 and 4 wheeler from the garage, checked the gas,
and started up the 4 wheeler. He was about to start up the 3 wheeler, when
up rode Eric on his bike.

"Hi guys. What're you doing?"

"We're just about to go for a ride. Dave spent the night here last night,"
Bruce added.

"That must have been fun. I wish you guys had asked me, too. Can I go
riding with you? I can ride on the back."

Bruce and I looked at each other. What choice did we have? He was in our
class at school. We couldn't exactly say no, go home, we want to ride by
ourselves.

"Fine with me," I said.

"Me, too. Dave hasn't ever ridden one of these before, so you had better
get on with me if you value your life," Bruce kidded. Bruce cranked the 3
wheeler and got on and Eric got on behind him. He had already showed me how
to drive my 4 wheeler, and I followed them as Bruce drove off.

Even with Eric on the back, he started to go really fast. I didn't want to
lose them, but I didn't know if I was comfortable going this fast the first
time that I had ever ridden one of these. We got to a flat space and I have
it a little more gas and it really took off. Hey, I think I really like
ridding this thing. Plus, I can control it much better than I can a horse.

I caught up to them shortly and actually passed them. They had more weight
with the two of them on one motorcycle, plus mine actually had more power
than the 3 wheeler. I knew Bruce had given me this one because it was
harder to turn over. I was thankful he had done that.

 We rode for a long time. We finally switched and let Eric ride the 3
wheeler and I got on with Bruce. Bruce drove. I had to hold on with my
hands around his waist. I had liked driving, but I liked this, too. I hoped
I wasn't sitting too close behind him, because little Bruce was alive and
well from me being this close to Bruce.

I had no idea, but Bruce was enjoying it, too. He was in front, so I had no
idea that he was driving with a hard on like I was, but he told me later
that he was.

We almost lost track of time again. Bruce finally headed back to the house
to check on the time. I didn't want to be late getting home and not have my
parents let me come back to Bruce's.

We finally got there, and we parked both motorcycles in their
driveway. "Eric, Dave and I need to go get Dave's stuff. We'll be back in a
minute. Wait for us our here, OK? Can you take the hose and wash off the
two motorcycles while we are gone?"

Eric looked kind of puzzled as to why he couldn't go with us, but he
finally said, "Sure, I guess."

We ran upstairs to Bruce's door and he shut it. "Why didn't you want Eric
up here with us? All I have is my math book."

"Underwear, remember? Get undressed quick."

"Oh, I forgot. Thanks for remembering," I said, as I started to take off my
blue jeans. We both were nude from the waist down except for socks in
seconds and we exchanged underwear.

"See, you're back to normal now. Swimming didn't permanently injure you or
anything," Bruce commented, looking between my legs.

I did the same to him and said, "Yeah, I guess you are too. How did you
remember that we had to change, anyway."

"I didn't have any trouble remembering. My balls ached the whole time I was
riding. I don't see how you wear those things," Bruce answered, as he
quickly got dressed.

I giggled quickly. "I'm just used to them, I guess. I'd never worn anything
else before yesterday."

"Get your math book and let's see if Mom will take you home or if you have
to call your parents," Bruce said.

I made sure that everything was in place, and followed him out the door. I
sure didn't want to leave anything unzipped. Hehehe

Bruce's Mom said she would be happy to drive me home. She wanted to meet my
parents, anyway. Eric even rode with us. No way to get rid of him, I guess.

The two Mom's hit it off like they were old friends that hadn't seen each
other for years. We just retreated outside at went out to feed the
horses. I think they talked for thirty minutes. We didn't exactly time
them, but I know it was a long time.

When they came out, they were both smiling, so we knew that everything was
fine. Thank goodness for that. Bruce's Mom said something to mine, and they
both laughed together.

This was a real good sign. They were friends, like Bruce and I were. What
could be better than this?

I knew it was too good to be true. My mon said, "David, guess what we've
been talking about?

Anytime she calls me David, I know something is wrong. "I don't know, Mom."

"Bruce's Mom has just told me how she disciplines Bruce and Mitch. And how
you hate the idea so much that you do everything they tell you to do. I
think that is going to be our new family rule from now on," my Mom said.

I looked over at Bruce with hate in my eyes. Thanks a whole fucking lot,
Bruce!!

To be continued.

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