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Other Stories by Me
After the Korean war, a returning vet befriends a most amazing little boy.
“One woman at the school says he”s a goddam genius, the other one says he”s retarded. So which is it?…hell, I don”t know.”
Dale Hollow Lake, Kentucky
Somewhere in the dreamy distance, I heard kids laughing, screaming, playing. I wasn”t sure if it was real or part of the dream.
I heard a grown-up voice mixed in. At first I thought it was my mom. She”d been recently hinting that her twenty-four year-old son needed to get married and give her grandkids. That was not going to happen anytime soon, if ever. I didn”t tell her that though.
I opened my eyes and remembered where I was.
I had just finished my four year stint serving my country in the Air Force. The war was over and there was only one thing I wanted at the moment… vacation. I didn”t want to have a wild drunken Welcome Home bash, nor did I want to resume my education just yet. I just wanted to relax, on my own.
After visiting with family and friends for a week, my parents let me stay by myself in our vacation trailer, which sits a few miles away on the small lot my parents own on Dale Hollow Lake.
No one to salute, no mess-line to stand in, I was finally alone and my own boss, for a while anyway.
My dad bought the small lot only a year before I joined the military, so I”d been here only a few times. I didn”t actually know anyone, but it”s not like there was a crowd of people here, which is kind of the point.
This area was completely modern, with electric and running water, thanks to the Army Corps of Engineers (that had been several years earlier), and even though we were officially in the boonies, it was not far back to town. Our lot was perfect for summer; a big maple tree shaded the trailer and most of the yard. Even when it was hot, the shade of that tree felt cool and breezy. It was next to impossible to sit in the shade of that tree without getting deliciously drowsy.
Next to our lot was a big yard with a cottage in the middle, a summer-house actually, an older one, definitely worn, but not worn-out. I heard noises from that direction when I was still half asleep… I was fairly certain.
At oh-nine-hundred, (that”s 9 a.m. to normal people) it was already too warm in the trailer. I opened all the windows and felt a summer breeze against my skin. I grabbed my shirt, smelled it, instantly decided there was no way I was putting that smelly thing back on, and then threw it on the floor. It was too warm for a shirt anyway. The rest of my clothes were still in the trunk of my car.
The first order of business: get the essentials from the car, and then walk down to the campground bathroom for a shower.
I stepped into my baggy cotton pants. Thin and soft, almost like pajamas. “Mmm,” Civvies… heaven, compared to the military issues I”d been wearing for the last four years.
Again, I heard noises. I opened the door and stood on the wooden steps my dad had cobbled together and saw two young boys running around very nearby. The bigger one looked eight or nine years-old, I couldn”t tell. He had the typical summer buzz-cut. The smaller one had a mop of brown curls. Both had squirt-guns. The older one whined and laughed about being out of ammo, while the little one seemed intent on assassinating him. He ran into my yard, pursued by the little mop-haired boy. They both wore shorts, no shirt, no shoes.
After seeing their faces closer, I could tell they were brothers. The same smile, the same nose. Both were very cute.
I stepped down into the yard. They still didn”t see me, even though they were just a few feet away.
I was happy they were playing here, and not down by the lake. It always gave me a feeling of dread to see kids unsupervised anywhere near the lake. I”d heard the stories. Apparently, over the years, more than one little kid had wandered down there alone, with tragic results.
I finally made my presence known. “Hey guys, how”s it going?” The older boy gasped and they both froze like “possums in a headlight. They honestly hadn”t seen me.
“Sorry, I didn”t mean to scare you.” I chuckled and sat on the edge of the picnic table.
They both exhaled and appeared to relax a little. I guess my face was friendly enough to put them at ease.
“That”s okay,” the older one said. The little one just gawked at me. He was apparently unable to hold still for any length of time. He still squirmed and pushed against his brother, all while staring at me.
“You live there?” I gestured toward the cottage on the next lot.
They both nodded.
“Are you on vacation, or do you live there all the time?”
“All the time,” they answered in unison. I was sure I”d never seen these boys before; I definitely would have remembered them.
“You look stwong!” the little one said, scanning my arms and chest. Apparently, he was a little slow for his age on mastering the R-sound. “You got big mussoes,” he added
“Well thanks! But you guys have better tans.”
They both looked down at themselves.
I introduced myself. “I”m Max.”
“Max,” The younger one repeated.
“Is that your camper?” the older one asked.
“Yup, sure is. Well, it”s my family”s. Nice huh?”
Both nodded again.
“I might have met you guys a long time ago, or your folks, but I can”t remember… I”ve been gone a long time and I just got back.”
The little one inched a little closer. “How come your mussoes ow so big?”
“Working hard, I guess.”
He flexed his little arm to make a muscle. “Me too!” he said, straining to make it bigger.
“Nuh-uh,” The older one scoffed.
I decided to defend the little one, examining his little-boy muscle. “Well, you got a ways to go, but that”s not a bad start.”
“See?” the little one gloated. Then he added “Leo has big mussoes too.”
“Ow cousin,” he answered, pointing at his house.
The older one looked into the nozzle of his squirt gun and pulled the trigger. Empty. I pointed at the metal pipe next to the camper, protruding from the ground. “Hey you guys, there”s a water spigot right over there, if you want to reload.”
The older boy cocked his head.
“… for your squirt gun,” I added.
He looked down at his water pistol and finally understood. “Oh, boss!”
Both boys went to the faucet and took turns reloading.
The little one wasted no time and squirted his older brother in the face.
“Wait!” the older brother yelled angrily. The little one stopped, lowered his arm. The older one paused a second, then smiled and returned fire, squirting his little brother in the face.
“Hey!” the little one squealed.
I couldn”t help but laugh.
You guys can get water from there anytime you want. You don”t even have to ask first.
“Thanks!” the older one said.
“Do you have a squote-gun?” the little one asked me.
“No, but I should definitely get one, huh?”
“Yes!” he replied with the cutest smile I”d ever seen… ever!
“Squirrrt-gun” the older one corrected him, enunciating slowly.
“That”s what I said,” the little one insisted. “Squote-gun.”
“My brother talks funny… he sounds like he”s stupid, but he ain”t. He”s real smart.”
“Yeah, he can even play ukulele.”
“Oh, a talented boy, huh?”
The little one nodded, affirming that he was indeed talented.
“I understand you just fine,” I assured him, “and you understand me, right?”
He paused then finally said, “Yeah, you talk like the man on TV.”
He nodded. This seemed to confirm what I”d already heard since I got home… I talked like a northerner now.
From far away, a faint sound of a woman”s voice grabbed the boys” attention. I couldn”t see the person attached to the voice.
“You wanna see our grannie?” the older one asked.
“Well I… ” I looked down at my bare chest. I wasn”t prepared for this. I had only woke up minutes earlier. I started to walk inside to grab a shirt, and then remembered how bad it smelled.
“Come on,” he motioned at me.
Then from the little one: “yeah, come on!” He grabbed my hand and started to pull me. “I want to show Grannie his mussoes.”
“Oh Lord… ” I muttered.
A light went off in my head. This must be the neighbors that mom was talking about a few days earlier. Everything was so chaotic my first couple days back, I had barely paid attention. The mother had run off with some other guy, years ago, deserting the family. Then a while back, their father went to prison. Their father”s mother owned the cottage. “She drinks a lot”, my mom had warned me. My mom”s gossiping was annoying sometimes, but she meant no harm.
The boys guided me through the yard and around to the other side of the house.
A woman, probably in her late forties, early fifties, sat in a folding canvas lawn chair, drinking a beer. An older boy, in his teens, sat in a matching chair.
“Ah, I thought I heard a grown-up voice over there!” the woman said cheerfully.
I instantly felt self-conscious with no shirt.
The woman sat up straight, set the beer bottle down on the ground next to her chair, and pushed her hair back behind her ears.
“Grannie,” (it came out more like Gwannie) “look at his mussoes!” He reached up and squeezed my arm.
I shook my head a little and rolled my eyes.
She laughed, obviously understanding the eye-roll.
“Sorry,” I said. “I wasn”t prepared for…”
She waved it off with a smile. “Don”t fret, you fit right in,” she nodded towards her bare-chested grandkids.
“He lives in that campo over there.” The little one pointed to my camper.
“Oh, Ralph and Dana”s?”
“Yes”m, they”re my folks.”
“Ah,” the woman seemed to put it all together.
The older boy was sitting in the opposite lawn chair and had slicked-back hair in a sort of pompadour style, and was dressed for summer. Even small-town teenagers primped in front of the mirror, apparently. He looked to be thirteen or fourteen. He mostly averted his eyes. Shy, I thought. A moment later he stood up. “Well, I have to get back and help dad with the junk in the garage,” he growled in feigned annoyance, which I took to mean “Goddamn parents! You know how they are.”
He quickly gave the woman a peck on the cheek before jaunting away and hopping on a bicycle.
“Bye Leo!” the little one yelled after him.
I would later learn this was another of her grandkids, Cousin Leo, fourteen years old, a regular fixture of the family.
The boys” grandmother was Lilly, and the boys were Jamie and Mike. Little Mike was seven years old, also known as “Mikey”. He had wide brown fawn-eyes, and when he smiled, he was irresistibly handsome. Jamie was nine, almost ten, had lighter hair, was calmer than his brother, and just as cute.
Lilly invited me to sit in the other now-vacant chair and we gabbed for a while.
A girl, slightly bigger than Jamie, walked by on the dirt path with a puppy on a leash and stopped at the edge of the yard. The puppy didn”t exactly walk, but bounced and pulled and peed. Jamie walked over and joined her… obviously someone he knew. They sat on the grass and played with the puppy.
Little Mike didn”t budge. He sat on the ground next to my chair the entire time with a handful of tiny green plastic army men, conducting battles only he could hear.
Lilly and I talked about her grandkids, the war, and about military life. Mikey”s ears perked up. “Yo in the owmy?”
“Air Force,” I answered. I could see from his expression he didn”t know what that was. “Yeah, it”s sort of like the army.”
“Like this?” he held up one of his plastic army men.
“Yup, something like that, but with helicopters.”
His eyes were fixed on me in amazement. He stood up next to my chair and again tried to circle his hands around my upper arm. Lilly was talking and barely seemed to notice. But I sure noticed. His touch gave me goose bumps.
I had always liked boys, of all ages, being around them, their energy. But not just that… I had fantasies and dreams about them. Sexual ones. Even about the little ones. I knew it wasn”t normal, and it had always been the source of my feelings of guilt, but it was what it was. Fantasies aren”t real, so I have nothing to feel guilty about… that”s what I reminded myself. I wasn”t able to control who I felt attracted to.
When I was a kid, I had many sexual experiences with friends. Far more than the average amount, I”d say. Since I”d grown up, I messed around with guys my own age, and I had an on and off thing with a guy in high school, plus two sexual experiences in the military. All the while, I still thought about boys and had fantasies about them. But that”s all they were. Fantasies.
“This one”s an oddball,” Lilly nodded toward little Mike and talked about him like he wasn”t there. “Talented, and smart as a whip on some things, slow as molasses on everything else.”
From the little one”s expression, I could tell he”d heard this before. He seemed unfazed. Maybe he was used to people talking about him.
“One woman at the school says he”s a goddam genius, the other one says he”s retarded. So which is it? …hell, I don”t know.”
I wanted to cover the kid”s ears so he didn”t have to hear this. Of course, I did no such thing. I minded my own business.
After twenty minutes or so of shooting the breeze with Lilly, I said goodbye to the boys and made my excuses to leave. “I need to head down for a shower… “cause I sure do stink!” I sniffed under my arm and made a sour-face “whew!”
When I got back to the trailer, I grabbed the bag of clothes from the car and took it inside. I didn”t take the time to put them in drawers. I wanted a shower, badly.
Showers were rare in this area. But barracks life had spoiled me in that regard. No more bathtubs for me.
Only problem, there was no hot water here. Not a big deal though, I was rough and tough after all! Grrr!
It was a two minute walk to the showers. No one else was around, as usual. The crowds (if you could call them that) came on the weekends. But during the week, it was as quiet as any other area in the boonies.
After a few seconds standing naked under the ice-cold spray of water, I realized how much it resembled torture. “Screw it!” I mumbled. I wasn”t so rough and tough after all. I was officially a pussy and I decided to accept it. I pulled on the shorts I brought with me, and then walked another minute further to the beach. I stepped into the cool water. “Ahhh… ” This was more like it. Two people sat on the beach, but other than them, I had the place to myself. I waded further out, up to my waist, and then dove under.
Tiny Blue Transistor Radio
I sat at the picnic table listening to my new transistor radio I bought at the Base Exchange in Hawaii. The sound was faint and tinny, so I kept it pressed against my ear. The Exchange had all the newest gadgets and sold them cheap to military personnel only. Transistor radios were still brand-spanking new and not many people had them. My parents were amazed when I”d shown it to them, especially my dad… a pocket-sized radio with no tubes that ran on a single 9-volt battery. It was like science fiction. The future is now! I heard that flying cars were going to be available to the public very soon. The thought made me giddy and I hoped they wouldn”t be too expensive for a middle-class Joe like me.
From quite a distance away, I saw Jamie, little Mike, and another boy, walking down the path that led to another group of cottages.
Mikey turned and saw me sitting at my picnic table. He stopped and seemed to just stare at me for a few seconds, and then he said something to the other boys and started walking toward me. The other boys went on their way.
Mike was wearing shorts, nothing else. They were tan-colored, so from a distance, he almost looked naked. I stared at his sun-tanned little body as he walked toward me. I hadn”t been able to stare at him much the day before like I was doing now. His shape seemed perfect in every way, at least to me. He was a beautiful boy, even the way he walked. I wondered if he knew he was handsome. Probably not. He was seven after all. He waved to me as he got closer. I waved back and he sprinted the last part of the way.
“Hey Mike! How are you today?”
“Fine,” he answered, catching his breath from that sprint at the end. He sat down right next to me on the seat. The pungent smell of little-boy summer-sweat radiated from his body, and especially from his hair, the product of boys playing on a hot summer day. It instantly triggered memories of long ago summers.
Once seated, Mikey could see over the table top, but not by much. I patted the table top. “This part is better to sit on, for short guys anyway.” He climbed up and sat on top, still very close to me, his legs swinging over the edge. I loved that he seemed comfortable around me already.
“Where”s Jamie off to?”
“Mowtin”s” he answered, pointing.
I guessed Martin lived in the neighboring section of houses and trailers. “Martin is your buddy too?”
Mikey seemed to consider this a moment, then answered “sometimes, but he”s mostly Jamie”s buddy.”
“But you have buddies around here too, don”t ya?”
Leo”s my best buddy, but he”s not he-o yet. It”s bo-ing when he”s not he-o.”
“I hear ya, buddy, it is boring with no one to hang out with.” Then I added, “Anytime you want to hang out here while you”re waiting for Leo, you come on over. I”d like having you around, I can already tell.”
He nodded. “Okay,” then smiled bashfully. It was hard not to stare at this boy, especially when he smiled.
“What”s that?” he pointed at the radio on the table.
“It”s a transistor radio” I explained. “Listen.” I turned it on then held it near his ear.
“Boss!” He exclaimed (one of his brother”s cool new slang words). “It”s so litto.”
“Yeah, miniature. Nice huh?”
Then his incredibly short attention switched to my shirt. “Yo wayin a shote this time.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, I figured it was about time to finally get dressed.
He looked down at his tan belly and pinched it. “I wanna get mussoes he-o, like yose.” He reached over and poked my belly, “and he-o.” He patted my chest,
I lightly patted his chest in return. “You will.”
Then he pinched his belly again “… and he-o.” He smiled playfully, waiting for me to play along. I lightly poked his belly and his bashful smile returned.
Was it common for a kid to be this comfortable around a grown-up he just met? I didn”t know.
“Leo!” he suddenly announced, looking toward his house, pointed to the teen riding a bike into his yard. The teen let the bike fall to the ground, not bothering with the kickstand, then disappeared into the house.
Mikey jumped off the table and ran. “Bye Max!”
I didn”t bother feeling slighted by such an exit. Mikey was a seven-year-old, simple as that. I only wished he had stayed longer.
Over the next few days, I spent time, here and there, with Jamie and little Mike, mostly Mike, as he wandered over whenever he saw me outside, which I enjoyed more than I dared let on. One of the times he came over, he had been carrying around a brown paper lunch sack containing his collection of army men. When I asked what was in the bag, he spilled them out onto the picnic table and we spent the next twenty minutes playing army. I thought about explaining to him the seriousness of real war, but I decided against it, at least for now. Instead, we just had fun pretending.
Jump in the Lake
I went down to the lake. The same two people were relaxing on the beach and I presumed it to be their daily ritual. As usual, I didn”t want to appear that I was literally bathing, so I floated on my back for a while, daydreaming about the life I”d recently left behind.
A few minutes later, I heard splashing. I stood and saw little Mike wading out toward me. I looked around. He was alone. Even the other two people on the beach were gone. My immediate reaction was of worry. Why is a seven-year-old allowed to come by himself to the lake?
“Hey Mike!” I made my way toward him. The water was already up to his neck.
When I reached him, I took his hands in mine so he didn”t have to struggle so much.
“Does your grannie know you”re here?”
“You don”t usually go swimming by yourself, do you?” I asked with probably too much concern in my voice.
“Leo bwings us.”
“Oh good”, I answered.
“Do you know how to swim?”
“Yes!” he answered, beaming. “Watch!”
He let go of my hands and started to doggie-paddle out into deeper water. I followed him closely until the water was almost up to my neck, then I got in front of him and held my arms out. He looked proud, konyaaltı kendi evi olan escort yet relieved, and took my arms. I picked him up and held him to me, like any parent would hold their young child. “Wow, you do swim! That was pretty good!”
“Yeah!” he smiled proudly, his arm around my neck.
“Any time you want to go swimming, and Leo isn”t here to bring you, come and ask me, and I”ll bring you. Okay?”
“Okay,” he agreed.
“But don”t ever go swimming by yourself… promise me?”
“Promise!” He smiled and again I felt something inside. I was beginning to love that warmth he caused in me.
As other times before, he seemed to focus on my muscles, his hand was on my chest, moving over my pecs from one spot to another, investigating, feeling.
“How do you get big mussoes?”
“Well, a guy your age could do it with a whole lot of hard work, but it”s easier if you wait until you”re a little older, a teenager.”
“Yes, about Leo”s size.”
“Leo has big mussoes on his legs, like yoze.”
“That”s because he rides a bike.”
“Yeah,” Mike agreed. “Leo said that too.” Then he added “I”m gonna ask Grannie to buy me a bike, then I”ll get mussoes on my legs.”
I lifted him onto my shoulders so he could dive off of me. He did that several times. And though it was a little too deep for him, it didn”t matter because I scooped him up and held him again a second after he hit the water. I enjoyed the feeling of him hanging onto me.
When we got back, Mike followed me into the camper.
“Where”s Jamie, anyway?”
“He”s playing with Mowtin and Jenny.”
“The girl with the puppy?”
Mike nodded. “He likes goles.”
“And you don”t?”
He returned the question to me, “Do you like goles?”
I thought a second. “Well, my mom is a girl. I like her.”
I needed to change out of my wet shorts, but I didn”t want to make Mikey uncomfortable by suddenly getting naked in front of him.
“A-hem…” I cleared my throat. “I better take these shorts off and put some dry ones on,” I said casually, giving him notice. “I”d give you some dry ones to put on, but I don”t have any small enough for you.” He didn”t budge. He just leaned against the cushion and watched me. “That”s okay,” he said. “I have more shotes at home.”
I unsnapped my shorts and paused, so he still had time to look away. But he didn”t. He watched. Finally, my wet shorts dropped to the floor. For the first time ever, I was glad my body parts were shrunken from swimming.
Mikey looked me over. I pretended not to notice. He didn”t seem shocked at seeing a naked adult. Not at all. “I guess this is nothing new for him.” I supposed that living lakeside, a kid was likely to see naked folks in the public bathroom from time to time… it”s probably nothing unusual.
“You have the funny colo ha-o on yo weeno.” he finally said, smirking, looking at my dick.
It took a couple of seconds to get what he was saying… “funny color hair on your wiener,”
“Ohh, my lighter-colored hair… yeah, crazy huh?”
“Yeah,” Mikey giggled.
“Same color as my head.”
“Sposta have black ha-o on yo weeno,” Mikey added.
“Yeah, most guys do, but mine”s lighter… my family came from Norway… a lot of blondes.”
I grabbed more summer cotton pants from out of a paper grocery bag, and stepped into them just in time… I felt an erection quickly growing.
Mikey stood up from the cushion. “My weeno doesn”t have ha-o… see?” He pulled down the front of his wet shorts and his little-boy boner sprang free… he had an erection. I tried not to show surprise. I felt an urge to bend down and examine him closer. I resisted though.
He was hard because… ?
seeing me naked?
It was the only explanation I could think of.
“Yup, I see that. No hair,” I answered, “When you get bigger though… “
“Yeah” he nodded. He let his shorts snap back into place.
Then he pointed at me, giggling. “I can still see yo weeno.”
I looked down at my pants and saw the big tube-shape next to my leg. The perfect outline of my growing-erection showed through the thin fabric. “Oops!”… I felt my face get warm with embarrassment. I hadn”t realized how hard I”d gotten in those few seconds. I adjusted myself and laughed, and hoped desperately Mikey wasn”t the type to blab everything.
“You got a bono?”
“Yeah, that happens to me sometimes,” I laughed awkwardly.
“Me too,” he agreed.
“Yeah, I saw that!” We both laughed and he had that bashful expression again. I didn”t know what that expression was about, but I liked it.
From a distance, I heard someone”s faint voice “Mike-eee.”
I looked out the window and saw Mike”s cousin Leo standing at the edge of Lilly”s yard, staring in our direction.
“It”s Leo!” Mike said excitedly. “Bye Max!” He ran out the door.
I watched through the window as he ran over and tried to tackle Leo. They tussled with each other for a few seconds, then Leo looked over at my camper, making eye-contact with me, then they disappeared around the house. My first feeling was shame, as though I”d been caught doing something wrong. But I reminded myself nothing happened, and that Leo was probably not a mind reader, and I relaxed.
The next day, in the late-morning, I opened the curtains. Movement outside caught my attention. Lilly had a small gardening shed on the side of the yard, by the trees, the kind you keep a lawnmower or garden tools, and a gust of wind had suddenly pushed the shed door open a little, and I could have sworn, for a second there, I saw a bare white butt inside the shed, pants lowered down to the knees. Then the shed door quickly closed.
It wasn”t Mike or Jamie. It was a bigger person.
A minute later, the door slowly opened again and little Mike stuck his head out and looked around, seeming to check if the coast was clear. I was puzzled. I was sure it wasn”t one of the boys I saw. It was an older person.
He finally stepped out of the shed, his pants unsnapped… followed by his cousin Leo, who was tucking in his shirt. Leo said something to Mikey causing him to look down; he quickly snapped his pants. Leo pulled a comb out of his back pocket and slid it stylishly through his Brylcream hair.
a little dab”ll do ya!
They both looked around again before heading toward the house.
“It”s probably not what it looks like” I thought to myself. “just taking a leak or something.”
Oh de doo-da day
Jamie and Mike knocked on my door. Lilly had sent them to invite me for burgers on the grill. I walked with the boys over to their back yard and helped with the burgers. Kool-Aid to drink for the boys, and beer for Lilly and me. Then, because there was no TV to watch, we listened to Arthur Godfrey I imagined his small hand holding my dick, feeling, exploring, as I explored him and his little-boy parts.
Now, in the real world, my dick felt like steel, and as I was about to cum, I imagined it was little Mike”s hand sliding up and down.
My dad had dropped by to remind me about the barbecue. I didn”t want to go, but it was important to my mom. A bunch of family was going to be there. I needed to get washed up and dressed in some normal clothes.
I grabbed a towel and headed for the lake.
Again, Mike appeared as I was swimming. He was carrying a spare pair of shorts, bunched up in his hand. He was prepared this time. He dropped the shorts on the beach and started wading out to me.
I met him half way and picked him up in my arms like the last time. I explained, as sympathetically as I could, that I couldn”t stay — that I had to head back and get dressed, and that I would keep my promise to take him swimming as soon as I got back.
“Okay.” he answered, looking disappointed for about three seconds then resuming his usual noisy, animated posture.
On the way back he held up his spare shorts and said, “We can change ow shotes this time!”
“Sure thing!” I answered him. I began to wonder if Mikey had planned this. But that seemed unlikely, also too good to be true.
As we were walking back, he nonchalantly glanced around, no one else in sight, then he took my hand as we walked. When we neared the end of the path, he let go.
At the camper, he followed me inside and closed the door then looked out the window, checking.
He flashed that bashful smile I loved so much, pulled off his wet shorts, dropped them on the floor and stood there naked, his energy barely contained, making no move to put on his dry pair. I basked in the sight of his wonderful little body for a brief moment… his tan skin, his cute little erection, which wasn”t so little now — he was obviously springy-hard before he had even pulled down his shorts.
“Yo gonna change yo shotes, Max?” he finally asked, standing closer to me now, his eyes looking up at me then back down to the very-noticeable lump in my shorts, obviously waiting for me to take them off. I had a sudden image of swooping him up, throwing him on the bed and ravishing him.
I unsnapped my wet shorts.
A knock on the door made me jump, literally.
Mike pulled his dry shorts on, quick as a bunny, and he was instantly back to a normal kid.
I opened the door. It was Jamie. “Hey Jamie, perfect timing, we just got back from swimming.”
Little Mike”s expression gave nothing away.
“Did you see Max”s tiny wade-yo?”
Mike pointed at the radio on the counter. I grabbed it, turned it on, and handed it to Jamie. “It”s not very loud. Hold it up to your ear.”
He looked it over, then held it to his ear again, rocking his head.
“Cool man! Do you have a TV?”
“Nah… I can”t fit one of those monsters in here. But I saw a tiny one in the Sears catalog. I might save up for it.”
“We have a TV, but it”s bwoke,” Mike said.
Jamie added “A man is gonna come and fix it pretty soon.”
“Then we can watch Supoman … and Towzan!” Mikey put his hands near his mouth like a megaphone. I was sure he was going to do the Tarzan yell, but he seemed to think better of it at the last moment.
“Nuh-uh… first Mickey Mouse Club!” insisted Jamie.
“M-i-c… ” Mike sang as they snooped around, “see ya soon!”… then, “k-e-y.”
“Why? Because we like you!” I finished the line. The boys laughed.
They were little monkeys, picking up this and that, curious about everything. I didn”t mind.
“You like Tarzan, huh Mike?”
The first sustained shot of Tarzan in that very first Johnny Weissmuller movie standing on a tree branch in his skimpy loin-cloth was a sight to remember. I always wondered if Johnny, as he stood there for that scene, had any idea of the feelings he”d stirred in many a girl, and at least a few queer boys as well.
“Is that your bed up there?” Jamie pointed at the upper bed at the front of the camper.
“Well, I usually sleep on this one.” I pointed at the table and the attached seats. Jamie looked confused.
“It converts into a bed.”
“That”s a bed? Really?”
“Yes… a big one! That”s why I like it better.”
I nonchalantly grabbed a bag that contained my adult magazine and stuffed the bag out of sight. Then I grabbed a T-shirt and pulled it over my head.
“But now I can”t see yo mussoes,” little Mike said with a frown.
I laughed, “Sure you can. See?” I pulled the short sleeve up to my shoulder and flexed my arm, making my biceps bulge.
Mikey laughed, then stood on the chair and, as usual, tried to wrap his hands around my arm.
That”s when they saw the box containing my big collection of comic books.
“Ohh!” Jamie gasped. “Is that Richie Rich?”
“Boss!” Mike added.
“Yeah, and I have Atomic Mouse, Black Rider, Captain Marvel, Superman… “
“Supoman!” Mike yelled.
“I used to have Tarzan too, but I let someone borrow it and never got it back.”
“Aw,” Mike responded.
I suddenly remembered the barbecue. “You guys can look through these later though, I promise, but right now I have to get dressed and head over to my mom and dad”s.”
They looked disappointed and I felt sort of guilty for pulling the rug out from under them. “Later on, we can hang out some more, if you want, and look at comics, okay?”
“Okay,” Jamie agreed, looking like he was trying his best not to pout. “Bye then Max. We”ll come back later.”
“Alright, later guys.”
The two boys went out the door, but Mike only made it as far as the steps, and yelled to Jamie “Go ahead, I f”got something.”
Jamie walked away, toward his house. Mike stood on the camper steps and waited a couple seconds for his older brother to leave, then came back inside the camper door. I could see he wanted to tell me something. I crouched down to his level and he put his arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek, then he ran out the door before I could respond.
I drove to my parent”s house in a daze, thinking about Mikey. I almost drove past my own street.
A Cold One
I didn”t get back until late afternoon. I didn”t see anyone, Mikey nor Jamie.
I frowned at my dusty car and wrote Mikey in the rear window with my finger. The dirt roads in this area could coat a car in dust in no time at all, so I decided to wash it.
A while later, Mike appeared, carrying a brown bottle. “Here, Max, Grannie said to give this to you.” He handed me the bottle. It was very cold and had condensation running down the sides. “It”s be-o,” he explained. “She said you wokin” howd.”
“Well, thank you so much!” I took a big swig and said “ahhhh!”
Mike smiled a little, but he mostly looked sad. The seven-year-old wasn”t his usual bouncy self.
“Let”s walk back over there so I can be a good neighbor and tell her thank you!”
As we were walking toward the house, Mikey, again, took my hand. This delighted me of course. I doubted it was a big deal for him but it was for me. To an onlooker, did he look like my son, or something else?
As we got almost within sight of his grandmother and brother, he let go of my hand.
I held up the bottle and said, “Much obliged.”
“Shush,” Lilly waved it off, and took a swig from her own bottle. “It keeps me from pullin” my hair out… the little-“uns, you know.”
“I can imagine,” I politely agreed.
“I”ll be glad when I can get that damnable television fixed,” she said with a tired sigh. “The boys are underfoot since Leo”s gone.”
“Oh, Leo”s gone?”
“He”s gone with Uncle Charles, working,” Jamie explained.
“Fo days,” Mikey added, holding up four fingers with a frown on his face. Now I understood why Mike seemed down-in-the-dumps.
“Well, hey Lilly, I promised the boys they could look through my collection of comic books… so if you want to get them out of your hair for a whole night, tonight is as good a time as any, for me anyway.”
“Yeah!” Jamie jumped up, suddenly more interested in what was going on.
“Yeah!” Mikey joined in. “Supoman!” There was my bouncy boy, back again.
I left with both boys in tow.
Mike looked at Superman and Atomic Mouse. reading some, but mostly looking at the pictures… his interest in muscly superheroes seemed enough to hold his interest.
“Which Superman do you like better, Mike… the one on TV or the one in the comic book?
“The comic book one is stwongo and he has mussoes. But I like the TV Supoman too, “cause he”s a weel guy.”
I agreed with Mikey. Comic book Superman was way more impressive, more muscles, more spectacular feats. And personally, I didn”t think George Reeves was super-handsome or super-sexy, he was just super-okay for someone on TV. Why hadn”t they chosen an actual body-builder to play Superman? It was a Super-Mystery to me. Maybe the studio couldn”t find a body builder who could act.
After twenty minutes or so, Mike yawned and started to get that glazed-over look in his eyes. It was still fairly early and I felt somewhat obligated to keep him entertained.
I remembered my miniature game of travel checkers I had packed in a box… the little tin case opened up into a checkerboard, with the pieces inside. Each piece was magnetic. It was designed specifically for playing checkers in a moving vehicle, like a camper, a plane, even a submarine. I had played a lot in the Military with buddies on and off during those occasional times when leaving the base wasn”t an option. It was quicker than chess and everyone knew how to play. I didn”t know if Jamie or Mike knew how to play, but the thought of teaching them sounded interesting. When I laid the set on the table and opened it, Mikey marveled, holding it upside down to see if the pieces really did stay attached, and then started moving the checkers into their proper squares for a game.
“Oh, you know where all the pieces all go, I see!” I commented to him, impressed.
Jamie looked over from his Richie Rich comic and snorted. “Uh, not checkers,” he shook his head disapprovingly.
“Why? I asked him.
“I don”t play checkers with Mike anymore.” His attention went back to Richie Rich.
“Oh, you know how to play, Mike?”
“Yes,” he answered.
“Okay, you and I can play. You can go first.”
Mike moved his first red checker.
Ten minutes later, he had captured most of the black checkers and had me trapped in a corner with no way to move.
I stared at him in disbelief. Without meaning to, I said “Holy shit, kid!”
I had played hundreds of games of checkers in my life. This was the fastest I”d ever lost.
“Told you,” Jamie said dryly, without looking away from his comic.
Mike seemed a little embarrassed and said, “Next time, you can win, Max.”
“Oh heck no, buddy! And don”t feel bad about winning!” I ruffled his hair and he smiled. “Do you play Chess too?” I was half-kidding, and half-not. He gave me puzzled look that told me he didn”t know what I was talking about, but I had a suspicion he could learn very quickly. I opened my mouth to express even more admiration, and to tell him he was the coolest kid I”d ever met. But I had a feeling that Jamie, proud as he was of Mikey, probably didn”t want to hear me go on and on about how great his little brother was. I decided to wait until another time. For now, I leaned into him, my forehead touching his, and said nothing, just made eye contact and smiled. He smiled back, unembarrassed, and I had the distinct impression he understood my silence, and the reason for it.
We played one more game, and this time, I gave it my very best shot.
He didn”t win this time, but neither did I. After ten minutes of chasing each other around the board pointlessly, we called it a draw, and quit. Checkers was like that… not much of a challenge for people who knew the game inside-out. I definitely needed to introduce Mikey to Chess. I could borrow my dad”s set… or maybe I could find a cheapie set at the dime store. Could Mikey sit still long enough for chess? I didn”t know.
He leaned against me and looked at the next Superman comic. One of the frames had a close-up of Superman”s chest. The big “S”. Mikey rubbed his finger on it, admiring superman”s muscles apparently. Another frame had a vague bump in Superman”s shorts. He rubbed that also.
“I think that”s supposed to be a wrinkle in his shorts,” I said. Mike giggled, then yawned.
“Why does Supoman wa-o shotes on the outside?” Mike asked absently.
“”Cause that”s what circus strong-men wear. Belt and boots too. Some of the fancy ones even wear a cape.”
Mike yawned again and a few minutes later, he fell asleep. I lifted him up onto the overhead bed with his brother, who still had his face buried in a comic, with a stack next to him, waiting to be read. I would have loved to put Mike in my bed. I couldn”t think of anything I”d love more than to snuggle up with him all night. I didn”t dare though, not with Jamie here.
I adjusted the rail on the bed so it would be impossible for either of them to fall out. Falling five feet to the trailer floor when you”re fast asleep is no fun, I knew from experience.
Jamie didn”t look in the least tired. He flipped through page after page of Richie Rich, Archie, then on to the superheroes.
Hours passed. I nodded off at half-past ten, Jamie was still reading comics. I remembered Lilly had mentioned that he was the night-owl and Mikey was early to bed, early to rise.
I dozed off and on. Jamie was still at it. Insatiable. Where Mikey struggled to sit still for long periods, Jamie made up for it.
An hour or so later, I woke up, Jamie had finally passed out and I felt safe enough to crawl into my bed.
The next morning something woke me, movement in my bed.
I open my eyes and saw Mikey sitting cross-legged in his underpants, next to me on the bed, looking at a comic book. I squinted to see my watch next to the bed. Half-past six. I reached over and took a swig from yesterday”s cup of lemonade. Fortunately, I didn”t have to pee. I had already peed outside before dawn, a couple hours earlier. Mikey must have done the same, I guessed.
“Morning buddy,” I whispered, “what are you doing up so early?” I rubbed my eyes, trying to focus. It wasn”t a comic book he was looking at. It was a magazine. I looked closer and saw the familiar picture of two Asian teens, one on his knees, sucking the other”s dick.
Panicked, I took the magazine from Mikey. “Sorry Mike, I shouldn”t have left that lying around.” I remembered sliding it konyaaltı otele gelen escort under a cushion the day before.
Mikey looked at me with wide eyes, trying to gauge if he”d done something wrong.
I quickly tried to work out an excuse in my head. I could say something like, “I found this outside on the ground, someone must have dropped it and… “
But what I finally ended up whispering was: “It”s okay, buddy, no harm done. But I don”t think you should be looking at that… if your grannie found out, she would skin me alive.” I smiled at him and pet his hair to show him I wasn”t mad at him, then tucked the magazine under my pillow.
“I won”t tell,” he whispered.
“Okay, thanks buddy,” I said, gratefully.
“Those guys are sucking weenos,” he giggled.
“Shhh,” I whispered, pointing at Jamie. But I knew Jamie was out cold, and would be for a while. He was sleeping like a dead man.
“Why do you have that book?” Mike whispered. “Do you like to see those guys sucking weenos?”
“Well… ” I wasn”t sure how to answer.
“I know how to do that,” Mikey whispered.
He nodded, grinning. “Want me to show you?”
“No! Of course not!” … is what I should have said.
Instead, I shook my head yes.
Mikey crawled under the blanket and unsnapped my pajama bottoms. I felt his cool hand slide inside the loose thin fabric, then move against my skin, feeling me. The hair on my arms and neck instantly stood up.
Am I dreaming? I must be! I felt his little fingers trace around then down the skin of my dick. I became rock-hard in record time. Almost instantly. He wrapped his fingers around the pole. His little hand moved up and down, stroking it for a few moments, then I felt his warm breath.
I gasped and looked under the blanket. The seven-year-old looked back at me, giggling, his sweet face an inch from my boner, holding it in his hand. “I know how,” he said again with a typical naughty boy grin. “You da-o me?”
Would I dare him? He opened his mouth wide, a half-inch from the the tip of the pulsing knob, still looking at me, giggling. “Da-o me?” he tried to say again with his wide open mouth over my dick head. My own mouth was open too, but from amazement. I nodded my head and whispered “I dare you.”
He lowered his mouth over the end of my dick …his wet lips slipped over the knob and it disappeared into his warm wet mouth. The sight of this… the feeling of this… almost overloading my emotions. I didn”t realize until then that I was breathing hard.
This isn”t real. It can”t be.
Mikey had the head of my dick in his mouth and was sucking on it, like one of those over-sized Tootsi-pops. Sucking, his tongue sliding and swirling.
Seeing this beautiful little boy suck on my dick made me light-headed. Again, I wondered if it was really happening or I was just dreaming. His lips were warm, his tongue was warm, his spit was warm.
Then he started sliding slowly up and down, his head, and his hands, sliding, pumping. He wasn”t just sucking me now, he was sucking me off.
How is this possible? This was like the crazy stuff I imagined when I jacked-off… stuff I was sure would never actually happen in real life, but only in a fantasy. And yet, here we were. And he wasn”t kidding… he did know how to “suck wieners”!
He stopped and let go then looked up at me. “See! Told ya I know how!” he whispered.
I was still speechless. Was he the innocent one… or was I? I didn”t know anymore. It was confusing. How did such an angelic little boy know how to do this?
I remembered the shed, Mikey and Leo. Leo”s bare butt, his pants down.
So, it was what it looked like.
“Yose is lots biggo though!” Mikey whispered loud.
“Well… ” I stuttered, “you”re only seven.”
“No, I mean… ” But he stopped mid-sentence, then he shut up.
Was he about to compare me with Leo? I didn”t press him on it.
“Did you suck weenos befoe?”
In a daze, I nodded yes.
Then he lowered his mouth over he knob again and resumed sucking on it.
I”d had a few sexual experiences since adulthood. I knew what it felt like having my dick sucked on. Maybe the fact that this beautiful seven-year-old boy was the one doing it… a boy who seemed to like me as much as I liked him… it was ecstasy.
Still though, I was trying to wrap my head around all this. I mean… I was tough. I could deal with war, literal war, matters of life and death… but this little kid had me almost hyperventilating.
Seeing this, feeling this, quickly pushed me toward the edge. I could tell already that if he kept this up, I would cum, and it wouldn”t take long. Now I very much regretted not having jacked off the night before. I could hardly believe I was ready to blow so fast. It was the most sexual excitement I”d experienced, ever. I reached down and stopped him, just in time.
“Mikey, I… “
I was breathless, like I had just ran around the trailer a bunch of times. And I was speechless besides.
He still held onto my dick. “Do you have juice in yose?” He slid his little hand under my balls and felt them. I shivered and felt the hair on my neck stand up again. Was he saying jizz, or juice? I wasn”t sure. But he was talking about sperm and I was completely thrown off-guard.
“Well… yeah, I do… It almost came out just now. That”s why I said stop.” I was finally catching up with my breath.
He continued. “You can do this too!” He pumped my dick with his little hand a couple times to demonstrate. “The juice comes out if you do this.”
My dick was only averaged-sized. But in his seven-year-old hand, it looked huge. I remembered my jack-off fantasy, Mikey”s little hand holding my dick, and once again I wondered if I was dreaming all of this.
I glanced over at his brother, knowing he was not about to wake up but feeling the need to check anyway.
“Come up here a minute, buddy,” I whispered.
Mikey slid around and up until he was next to me again, both our heads now out from under the covers.
“So, you know all about that, huh?”
I chuckled at his five-second memory. I slid my hand into his underwear and felt his little balls. The skin was like velvet. “This in here… juice.”
He twitched and giggled.
“… or did you call it jizz?”
“Juice,” he enunciated, “it”s in yo balls then it squotes out yo weeno.” He tried to make a splash-noise. He seemed proud that he knew this information.
“More like warm milk” I added. “Or cream maybe.”
“Oh yeah,” he snickered.
I pulled him tighter to my side and he reacted, snuggling up against me, making me tingle all over. I kissed his cheek and he in return kissed mine. I was still holding his balls. I slid my hand up to his springy little boner. He was as hard as me. Other than in my fantasies, I hadn”t touched a boy”s dick since I was a boy myself. I began to breathe hard again and had to force myself to stay calm.
I cupped his balls again. “When you get older you”ll have some in here.”
“Yeah,” he nodded. He already knew, apparently. He didn”t need me to explain it to him. But he wasn”t going to volunteer just how he knew all this.
His sack was warm and loose, hanging low, which is typical in warm weather. And soft. The softest thing I”d ever felt.
I leaned over and gave him a several small soft kisses on his lips. He smacked his lips and said “lemon.”
I chuckled, remembering my recent sip of lemonade. “That”s right.”
But seven-year-olds don”t like to kiss! I reminded myself again. Neither did they have sex-drives comparable to adults. Teens and adults had raging hormones. seven-year-olds didn”t. So what drove Mikey, if not hormones? And what had driven me when I was a kid, come to think of it? I didn”t know. There were things I thought I understood… now I wasn”t sure of anything.
I kissed him again, just his top lip. He kissed my bottom lip.
I pulled down the top of his waistband releasing his springy little boner. I carefully stroked it up and down for a minute as we snuggled, sliding my other hand over his body. His arms were around my neck. I kissed him again, longer this time, as he kissed me in return, and then again, his lips parted, warm and slippery, moving against mine, making my mouth as wet as his. He definitely knew how to kiss I was making out with a seven-year-old boy. It was crazy! I felt his erection throb in my hand.
Suddenly, more than anything in the world, I wanted to taste it. I slid down slowly, leaned in, and closed my mouth around his hard little pole. I sucked on it and massaged it with my tongue. I felt it twitch in my mouth.
Then I slowly moved up and down, like he had done to me. At the same time I pulled his underpants down to his knees. Now I could rub and feel his kid-sized balls and his whole body as I sucked on him. I was in heaven. This was an incredible feeling. And I didn”t have to wonder if he liked what I was doing. I already knew he did.
I stopped and looked over, making sure his brother was still sleeping.
“I hope Jamie didn”t wake up a minute ago and see us,” I whispered. “I”d be in big trouble.”
Mikey put his lips near my ear. “He won”t tell… we sucked weenos befoe.”
As I suspected, Mikey really was the little sex-fiend of the family.
“Yeah,” he whispered “but he doesn”t like to do it anymoe.”
“But you do?” I quietly asked him in his ear.
“Yeah,” Mikey snickered.
He looked over at his sleeping brother then up at me.
He lifted the cover and threw it over his head, crawled down, pulled my pajamas down around my thighs, then I felt his warm mouth, once again, slide onto the head of my dick. I moved the cover to the side again so I could see him, while still mostly blocking the view from Jamie, should he wake up.
Again, the sight was overwhelming, watching his busy lips as he sucked on my dick, and he soon began moving his head, moving up and down again, as before.
This time, I didn”t stop him and he kept it up. His hands were wrapped around the thick pole, pumping as he sucked, drooling his abundant saliva. Soon, wet drips were here and there on the sheet. I couldn”t tell if it was his saliva, pre-cum, or a mixture of both. My whole dick was wet from his slobbering, his lips glistening. He was so very good at this. Seeing those sweet little-boy lips sliding up and down, seeing the swollen knob appear then disappear into his mouth, over and over, made me dizzy with lust.
I felt grateful to Cousin Leo. And of course I felt grateful to Mikey for the best feeling I ever felt, ever.
I reached my hand down and pet his head. I felt along his smooth face. I caressed under his chin, cupping his jaw in my hand, amazed that my dick was moving around in there.
I was breathing hard again, still asking myself how could a seven year old have lust like an adult? I thought about the checkers game, I thought about the ukulele. He”s one in a million. That was the only thing that came to mind.
Unfortunately, I already felt it approaching, again, my orgasm, way too soon. Not just from his sucking, but from the pumping he was doing with his hands. And doing well. I wanted this to never stop. But it was coming. Like a distant train, getting closer. I”d never been this excited in my entire life. I knew I had to stop him.
I did have to stop him… right? … yes! of course, I had to stop him before…
too late …
I shivered and filled Mikey”s sweet little mouth with cum. A lot of cum apparently. I felt it pump out in an intense ejaculation, the contents of my throbbing balls. He didn”t let off. I watched his throat swallow. He didn”t seem surprised or shocked. I wondered how many times he”d done this for Leo.
I kept caressing his face, his hands still wrapped around the shaft of my dick, stroking and coaxing as all my sperm pumped into his warm mouth. He swallowed again. This wasn”t a little boy experimenting, or playing doctor. This was full-blown sex. The adult version. I wondered how rare is a little boy who likes to drink… juice?
He suddenly let go and coughed and sputtered a little, thick translucent liquid spilling from his lips… the warm liquid flowed down my shaft. His hands were wet, and a now a long strand hung from his chin.
He crawled up by me, still swallowing, trying to wipe his mouth over his shoulder.
“Mikey… !” I whispered. “That was the best thing I”ve ever… !” I didn”t even have the words to finish.
He smiled proudly. “I do that good, huh!” he said, not as a question, but as a statement.
“Yes, really good!… Super-Duper good!”
I held his head in my hands… trying to figure out… looking into his eyes, in amazement… in gratitude… In love. “That was the best present I ever got!”
I kissed him on the lips, looked over at his sleeping brother, just to make sure, then I slid little Mike”s underpants all the way off so that he was completely naked then spun him around in the bed, facing opposite. I pulled him on top of me, maneuvering his crotch up directly onto my face in a sixty-nine and slipped my lips around his little pole. He instantly reacted, and within no time, he was moving and gyrating, humping down into my mouth, his little legs on the sides of my head, riding me, pumping his little-boy boner in and out of my mouth. This should have surprised me, but it didn”t. I rubbed his soft butt-cheeks as he fucked me.
I felt like I could lose myself if I didn”t make an effort to keep my head.
His young sack was a velvet bag sliding against my face. I released his little dick for a moment and engulfed his soft bag of marbles. He giggled as I sucked and slurped. But his hips were in automatic, still humping and fucking the air, looking for a hole. I quickly sucked his needy erection back into my mouth and he resumed.
All too soon, he stiffened, grinding against my face, his boner throbbed and pulsed in my mouth.
His wonderful little body trembled for a few seconds, and then he went limp.
After a few seconds of catching my breath, I slid him off me and spun him back around until he was up next to me again.
Then I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him.
I”d just had the best sex… of my life.
I quickly grabbed my T-shirt that was lying on the floor beside the bed to wipe his face.
“Did you ever taste the juice that comes out yo weeno?” he whispered.
I leaned forward and flicked my tongue against his damp chin and smacked my lips. “Yes.” I whispered.
Then I kissed him again as I kicked my pajama bottoms off my feet and wrapped him in my arms and and legs, feeling his seven-year-old naked body against mine. If I had died that day, I would have been happy.
And If I”d have had my way, Mike would have stayed that night also, and the next night, and the night after that.
I was sleeping. Someone screamed. I knew exactly who it was this time. It was Jamie. I heard laughter. That was from Mikey. I heard the water running outside. More laughing, more screaming… squirt gun fight, I surmised. I jumped up, went to the drawer and retrieved my newest toy. A red plastic squirt gun. Nineteen cents from the so-called dime store. I had filled it with water earlier, when I was trying it out. I quietly opened the camper window and waited.
My lucky break, Mikey walked almost right under the window, Jamie snuck up behind him, about to attack. That”s when I aimed out the window and let them both have it.
My little sex fiend
Later, I heard the familiar sound of bare feet running behind me as I sat at the picnic table. Then I heard “BOO!” I pretended to be surprised. Mike climbed up next to me on the wooden bench seat. “I sca-ode you, huh!”
“Scamp!” I said back and pinched his knee. I was always thrilled to see him, every single time.
He laughed, then he stood up on the bench seat, looked around, seeming to check if the coast was clear, then leaned close to my ear and whispered, “suck my weeno.”
I arched my eyebrows evilly at him.
He giggled into his hand then followed me inside the camper. The thought occurred to me, Leo”s still gone. I was Leo”s temporary replacement. I decided I didn”t care.
I shut the door, picked him up and stood him on the table, pulled down his pants then sucked his little boner until he had his little-boy climax… then he hurried back home.
Lilly wanted to talk to me. I was immediately nervous. I followed Mike into the house and to the bathroom. The door was closed. “She”s sick.” Mike said.
“Lilly?” I knocked. “Everything okay?” I asked through the door.
She didn”t come out, but said with slurred speech, “I don”t feel well, Darlin”, I”m coming down with something.” But I could tell she was very drunk.
In a mixture of moans and words that trailed in and out, she asked, “Can you keep an eye on Mikey for me? I don”t want him catching… ” something.
The first thought to enter my mind was : This really is one of my jack-off stories!
“Sure,” I answered. Then I remembered Jamie. “And Jamie?”
“Naw, I sent him home with Martin,” she answered.
Mike cut in. “He went to Mowtin”s house… spending the night.”
Then Lilly”s garbled voice again, “Leo was s”posed to be back by now, but I ain”t heard from him.”
“Don”t worry about a thing, Lilly… Mike is with me, and if you need anything, we”ll be in the camper, okay?”
“Alright Darlin”,” she mumbled faintly.
It was dusk, back in the trailer, the two of us, I was a mix of emotion. I had Mikey to myself, and yet I felt guilty about Lilly. “Don”t worry about a thing,” I assured her. I also felt guilty about Leo, but most of all, about Mikey. I wanted so much to pull off his clothes, throw him on the bed, and kiss every inch of his sweet little body. And I knew without a doubt he would like that.
But guilt had been brewing in my head all day. What affect was all this grown-up sex having on him? I didn”t know. I was afraid that someday when he was older, he would think back and conclude “That Max guy took advantage of me!”
I heard a door slam from far away and looked out the window. Leo was standing in Lilly”s yard, just like last time. He just stood there, staring at the camper. It was almost dark and I couldn”t tell if he was angry or if he lost his best friend.
“Mikey is his best friend,” I thought to myself.
“Hey Mike, there”s Leo, standing in your yard.”
Mikey hurried over to the window “Its Leo!” Mike waved excitedly. “Can Leo come over he-o?”
I didn”t have to give it a second thought “Of course he can.”
I opened the camper door, and motioned to Leo. Mikey stood on the step next to me and yelled “Hey Leo!” As soon as he saw Mike, he jogged over to the camper.
“Come on in.” I tried to be as warm and friendly as possible.
He looked so different without the slick combed-back hair. I hadn”t realized how cute he was.
“Grannie is… sick,” he said as he came inside.
“Yeah, she asked me to look after Mike for the night.”
Leo looked down at his shoes. “Yeah, she usually asks me to watch him and Jamie, but we got back late.” He looked like his feelings were hurt as he explained. “I told my mom I”d probably be spending the night at Grannie”s.”
“Well,” I said cheerfully, “stay the night here, with me and Mike!”
“Yeah!” Mike added, excitedly. He pushed Leo backward into the chair, forcing him to sit, then climbed up onto his lap and hugged him.
Leo looked embarrassed, not sure how to act around me. “There”s enough room?” Leo asked, scanning the inside of the trailer.
“Sure. It”s made for four, and there”s just us three, so… ” I answered, smiling. “Mike and I were going to walk down to the lake and have a little night swim and wash the sweat off. We can all three go.”
“I didn”t bring any other clothes or anything,” Leo replied.
I tossed Leo a pair of my shorts. “A little big for you but they”ll work I think.”
I grabbed my flashlight, complements of the United States Air Force.
The mosquitoes that had been out at dusk were mostly gone now. We went for a quiet swim in the moonlight, speaking only in whispers, like we were on a covert mission.
When we got back, we all three had wet shorts.
Leo looked at the chair and cushions, then down at his wet shorts. “What should I… “
Mike didn”t wait. He pulled his shorts off, kicked them off to the side, and stood there naked. I laughed and so did Leo. There was no question in my mind anymore that Mike and Leo had a sexual thing going on, but I didn”t think Leo knew about me.
“Well… ” I unsnapped my wet shorts and let them fall to the floor, kicking them over near Mike”s. I flexed my muscles in several exaggerated poses.
Mike laughed, jumping up and down appearing giddy and free. Leo laughed too.
He hesitated then somewhat bashfully unsnapped his shorts, sat on the armchair while lowered them, trying to hide his dick with his arm. “It”s small after I go swimming,” he commented quietly. It was a cute little teenage-sized dick with a small patch of hair above it, but he probably wasn”t in a hurry to be compared to me.
I sat on one chair arm, Leo sat on the other
Mikey whispered loud. “Max”s weeno is big, huh?” We all laughed.
He pointed at my dick, talking to Leo. “See?”
Then Mike whispered to me in my ear “Can I tell Leo me and you sucked weenos?”
“I can hear you, Mike,” Leo said, shaking his head, trying to stifle a laugh.
“Oh,” Mike said, looking embarrassed. Apparently, there was no hiding it now. “Yes,” konyaaltı rus escort I said, “Just don”t tell anyone else.”
Mike looked at me like I”d said something ridiculous. “I won”t.” I believed him, of course. I sincerely trusted this seven year old, as strange as that seemed.
Mike still hadn”t told me about Leo, but he had just now told Leo about me. He was loyal to Leo. I didn”t feel jealous though… I was touched by their friendship.
Still, he was clearly trying to start something between the three of us. He was the instigator, not Leo, and not me. This wonderful seven year old was working hard to seduce us both.
He pointed at my dick again, “See, Max is getting a bono… its big, huh?” which was getting stiffer by the second, he put his finger on the side of my dick, pointing to a specific spot. “I only sucked it down to he-o,” he explained to Leo.
It was funny, it sounded like he was saying “I wasn”t super-naughty, I only sucked Max”s dick down to here.” But of course, he was talking about the size difference between me and Leo… plus, he was trying to make us hot and bothered, which he was achieving with honors.
Then he quickly slid over to Leo, moved Leo”s arm to the side, exposing his erection, pointed to a specific spot on Leo”s dick, then looked over at me and explained “I can suck Leo”s weeno down to he-o, watch.” Without hesitating, he bent over Leo”s lap and more than half of Leo”s teenaged pole disappeared into Mike”s mouth. Leo looked embarrassed and thrilled at the same time. ‘Well, that part is absolutely out in the open.”
Then Mike let go of Leo and quickly moved back over to me, wrapped his hand around my dick, which was completely hard too, “See?” and lowered his mouth over the knob, and closed his lips. He let go a second later. He looked over to Leo. “See, that”s all I can go, ‘cause Max”s bono is too big.”
I decided to join the fun. “Yeah but Mike… can you do this?” I bent over to Leo”s side of the chair, and surprised him by lowering my mouth over his erection, closed my lips onto it, and slid all the way down until I could feel his small patch of hair against my lip. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mike bend over and watch closely, his face only inches away.
“Oh!” Mike whispered, loud. “I can”t do that. I would choke.”
I let go of Leo and sat back up. Leo looked like a ball of confused emotion, but mostly, he looked thrilled.
But I still wasn”t done. “Yours is pretty big too, Mike.” I bent over and put my finger near his little boner which was still pointing up, and touched a specific spot. “This is about as far as I can go on yours, Mike.”
He snickered. “Nuh-uh.”
“Yeah,” I insisted. “This monster almost choked me last time.”
I picked up Mike by his sides, suspending him in air, and sucked the small head of his little boner into my mouth for a couple seconds and made a choking noise, “See?” I mumbled.
I set him down and Leo chuckled. Mike made a giggly noise.
Leo moved from the chair arm and leaned half-laying on the bed, still somewhat trying to hide his erection, and playing with it at the same time, as though he couldn”t make up his mind. This was all getting to him, and getting to me. Mikey seemed determined to get this party going.
“Leo can do this.” Mike used both hands to encircle his own groin area, dick, balls, all of it, including the surrounding skin. “Leo can suck evewything, down to he-o.” He climbed up on the bed and thrust his hips in front of Leo”s face. “Leo, show him!” Leo hesitated, looking embarrassed, as Mikey pushed his boner up to him.
Leo finally let himself go back down all the way onto the bed, laying on his back, and pulled Mikey”s body up to his face. I couldn”t see under Mike, just his cute little butt moving around, and Leo”s now fully erect dick, exposed, pointing toward his belly button, no longer able to hide.
I leaned over the bed, grasped Mikey by the sides and slid him up even further onto Leo, until he was straddling Leo”s neck, his little-boy parts hanging above Leo”s face. He craned his head up and sucked all Mikey”s parts into his mouth, his whole pack of goodies.” Mike looked down intensely watching Leo suck on him. Leo seemed to have instantly become taken over by lust, just that quick.
I slowly slid my hand down Mikey”s back as he straddled Leo”s neck, and then onto Leo”s smooth belly, then to his groin, my fingers massaged his patch of hair. He twitched every time I moved my hand. I slid over his balls, then back up again to his dick. I moved his legs a little farther apart and held his teenage erection, sliding it, feeling it. I wondered if I was the first one older than him to touch him. Then I bent over him and sucked his dick into my mouth, massaging the head with my tongue.
It was such a different experience, but wonderful… this fourteen-year-old, his erection moving and twitching in my mouth. He was much bigger than Mike, of course, but much smaller than me. His previous semi-hard four-inches a few minutes ago now felt more like five inches in my mouth. I found myself wishing he would cum so I could experience it, and taste it.
I noticed movement on the bed. I looked over and saw that Mike had already climbed off Leo and was now inches from my face, watching me suck on Leo”s dick. “He likes if you do this.” Mike began moving and massaging Leo”s balls.
I smiled at Mike, and then slid my mouth back over Leo”s dick, and down all the way, until my lips were pressed against against Mikey”s busy hand. I felt Leo shutter. His dick poked the back of my throat and almost made me let off, but I didn”t. I dreamed of this many times, The Asian boys in my “dirty book”… I had dreamed so many times of sucking their dicks.
I felt the fourteen-year-old moving more, his hips taking on life. “Go up and down” I heard Mike coax me from just a few inches away. I did. All the way up to the tip, then all the way back down. I felt Leo”s hand touch the back of my head.
Just then, a loud sound caused all three of us to jump up, in a panic.
A second later, I recognized the crunch of gravel and realized it was just a car, driving by the trailer, heading down the two-track trail. The sound faded and we sighed in relief, and then laughed.
I sat again on the arm of the big stuffed chair as Leo sat on the opposite one. Mike stood in front of us, still seeming to revel in his nakedness, and in all of our nakedness.
“Do you know fuck?” Mikey asked me.
I blinked with surprise at the question. “What?”
“Uh, Mike… ” Leo tried to interrupt.
“You put yo weeno in a butt-hole,” he explained seriously. “That means fuck”
I laughed a little. I couldn”t remember ever hearing a seven your-old use that word. “Oh, that kind of fuck. Yeah, I know what it means, but I never did it before.” Truth was, I had little interest in fucking… neither girls, guys, nor little boys.
Mikey looked at my semi-erection, which dwarfed Leo”s, and his own, of course. “Yoz is too big, though,” he said seriously, then made a funny frightened-face, and I laughed. Then he wrapped his little hand around my dick and squeezed it, as though he was consoling me. I was never going to get used to his touch. “I think you would need a big butt for you, Max,” was Mikey”s advice.
All three of us laughed at that.
I looked at Leo, and at his junior-high-sized erection “Did you two ever do it… you and Mike?” Leo looked down with an embarrassed smile.
“Yes,” Mikey volunteered, giggling.
“Oh geez… ” Leo mumbled. He was apparently embarrassed even though all three of us were sitting here naked, still partially-aroused, and had been sucking each other”s dicks a minute earlier. “Just a few times,” Leo admitted.
I thought about when I was seven. And I thought about other kids I knew when I was little. Mikey was one of a kind. Finally, I said, “It so weird, and cool… you guys know so much about sex. As much as me. Maybe more.” I might have been exaggerating a little, but not a lot.
“Really though, it seems like it would hurt, doesn”t it? How do you get your dick in that little hole?” I was playing dumb, kind of.
“The first time, it hote a little. But now it don”t.” Mikey suddenly wrapped his arms around Leo”s legs and humped against him playfully. “You hafta have swippa-we stuff, oh it won”t woke”
“You need slippery stuff or it won”t work” Leo translated.
“Oh!” I remembered. I reached up into the cupboard, behind a bottle of aspirins, and other odds and ends, and produced a tin of Vaseline Petroleum Jelly.
“Yeah!” Mikey whispered loud, eyes wide. He obviously recognized the container.
I set it down, pulled the lid off, and dipped my fingers in.
Then I reached over to Leo before he could object. “Like this?” … and wrapped my hand around his mostly-hard dick, generously coating it with Vaseline. He scrunched his eyes and laughed, “oh no no… “
Mikey still giggled as he leaned back onto the bed, pulling Leo on top of him. Mikey seemed ready and willing, anytime, when it came to sex. I was thrilled, yet, in the back of my mind, I was a little worried for him.
Leo lifted Mikey”s legs up high, his little knees above his shoulders. “Wait!” I dipped my fingers into the can again then reached over to Mike”s exposed butt and gobbed Vaseline on his little brown hole, then wiped the Vaseline from my hands with a towel.
Leo massaged Mike”s hole with the tip of his erection. He wiggled it, pushed, poked and prodded… he maneuvered it over, around, and finally into Mike”s butt hole. When he was almost all the way in, Mike gasped, and Leo stopped. He looked in Mike”s eyes. “… okay?”
“Yeah, sec… ” Mike answered, wiggling, fidgeting, maneuvering his butt as Leo”s dick slowly disappeared with each little manipulation. In actuality, it all took only a minute or so. Soon, he was slowly fucking the seven-year-old.
Mike”s legs were still above his head. I watched, moving even closer, mesmerized by the sight of Leo”s hard pole disappearing, sliding in and out of this beautiful boy.
“Like this, Max!” Mike said, demonstrating “this is how you do it.”
“Does it hurt?” I asked him.
“No” he said matter-of-factly.
“I”d never hurt Mikey” Leo said, whispering, “… huh Mike?”
“No,” Mike answered. “Leo loves me.”
Leo chuckled and said, “Yeah! I love my Mikey,” and leaned down and kissed him on the forehead.
Mikey wrapped his legs around Leo”s waist, pulled his head down and kissed him on the lips. The sight made me pine for love, and also made my dick throb.
Leo watched Mikey”s face as he fucked him. And they weren”t just fucking now… they were making love. I got the feeling Leo was barely aware of my presence anymore, lost in the moment. Leo kissed him, longer this time. I knew then where Mikey learned to kiss.
I wasn”t jealous, but I didn”t like feeling out-of-place either. I fondled my erection with one hand and slid my other hand over Leo”s shoulder then down his back. I saw Goose bumps appear on his skin.
Mikey gasped again and said “ouch!” in a loud whisper.
Leo stopped, then pulled out.
“You okay?” Leo asked him again.
“Let”s do this way instead” Mikey answered, rolling over onto all fours. Leo got behind him and within no time, had easily slid his dick back into Mikey, and resumed fucking him.
Again, I slid my hand over Leo”s back, then down to his soft butt cheeks, feeling him, watching, rubbing my raging erection with my other hand, jacking. I reached under Mikey and felt his belly, then his little boner, rubbing it as I felt Leo”s balls press against my hand, again, and again. I rubbed my dick more and drifted toward the edge… I felt my climax coming.
I stopped and let go of Mike and didn”t move for a few seconds, until it subsided. Then I maneuvered myself up onto the bed with Mikey, so that his head rested on my thigh as Leo hunched over him from behind, almost making Mikey disappear.
Leo and I were head to head, literally. A sandwich. Mike in the middle. I caressed Mikey”s dark curls and his sweet face. I had meant to slide my dick into his warm little mouth and fuck him while Leo fucked him from behind.
But I didn”t.
I wasn’t in love with Mike as much as Leo, but I did truly care for him, a lot, and I guess I didn”t want to treat him like an object more than I already had. Leo fucked him because he truly loved him. My reasons seemed a little more selfish.
Mikey felt me starting to pull away and cupped my balls, then he began sucking on the very tip of my dick. I watched clear pre-cum leak out and coat his lips. A wave of lust washed over me but I fought to stay calm and reserved, knowing how easy it would be to get carried away and overwhelm this wonderful little boy.
I pet his face and massaged the base of my dick, moving it slowly, watching his lips slurp and suck on me. And because he was such an itty-bitty thing, Leo could easily see over him and watch what Mike was doing.
This seemed to be another thing in common with all three of us… we wanted sex, but we also wanted to watch each other have sex.
I was so hard, it hurt. It felt like steel and the purple knob was pulsing. So much for my trying to do the right thing. I held Mikey”s sweet face in my hands and slid the throbbing head into his mouth and slowly fucked him. His sweet lips were wrapped tight around me. I moaned as I watched a couple of inches of the pole slowly pump in and out, in and out of those sweet, sweet lips.
I soon realized I was seconds from cumming. “uh-oh,” I half-moaned. Mikey let go and looked up at me, “What”sa matto? Is the juice gonna come out?” he asked innocently, his lips still touching the tip of my dick as he talked, his hand still cupping one of my balls as though he could coax it to boil over. I nodded. His eyes stayed focused on me. I got the distinct feeling he wanted to see my face when I came.
I pet his hair and cheeks. A second later, the train arrived. I shuttered heavily and ejaculated into his mouth. He lazily slurped and licked and sucked as my balls pumped out the pearly white liquid. I heard Leo breathe hard as we both watched. Like the last time, it was a mess, so I slid a little farther in so his lips closed around my dick. I felt another spasm and he swallowed one last time, then he finally let my dick fall from his mouth. It dripped and dribbled onto the bed.
Leo breathed even harder. Moments later he pushed against Mike, his face beet-red, he shivered then his face grimaced several times, and I guessed each grimace was his teenaged dick pulsing his sperm deep into Mike. Then he fell to the side and panted next to Mikey.
I grabbed the hand towel and wiped across Mikey”s mouth, then I wiped Leo”s dick, then wiped the Vaseline from Mikey”s slippery little butt-crack until he was clean and dry.
“How”s my Mike?” Leo asked, panting.
“Fine!” Mike answered, as though he had just been asked “How”s the water?”
“And saving the best for last… it”s Mikey”s turn!” I whispered loud.
Mike laughed. I flipped him onto his back, pulled his legs apart for Leo, as Leo leaned in and sucked the hard little erection into his mouth. The little pole slid in and out. I moved my hands over Mikey”s chest and belly, then down to where Leo”s busy mouth was. I managed to slide my hand around Mike”s warm little nutsac without interrupting Leo.
It wasn”t very long before Mikey put his hands on the back of Leo”s head, and began pushing his hips up against Leo”s face, fucking him, and then finally grinding against him. Mikey shivered, and then collapsed. Leo laid his head onto Mikey”s chest. It didn”t seem quite fair. Mikey came so fast. He hadn”t got to slowly savor the moment as Leo and I had.
I tried to think about when I was his age. But I had very little memory of then. I do remember being attracted to my friend David, and I do remember getting boners in the bathtub, thinking about him. But that was the extent of my memory from back them, and the extent of my sexuality, at least for a couple of more years.
I was nothing like Mikey.
For one thing, I didn”t have a Leo.
But it was more than that. It was because Mikey was an extraordinary kid. One in a million.
A few minutes later, after pouring us all some lemonade, I said, “You guys are so cool. I haven”t had this much fun, since… ever.”
“Yeah,” Leo and Mike answered at the same time.
I grabbed Mike”s head and kissed him on the forehead, then I grabbed Leo and did the same.
“I”m sorry, Mike, I feel a little bad, because… when we were… well, I shouldn”t have done that to you.”
I felt too embarrassed to explain further.
“When you juiced in his mouth?” asked Leo, whispering.
There was that word again. Juiced.
“Yeah,” I whispered, “well, I feel guilty sometimes, right after I cum.”
Mike cocked his head. “Cum?”
Leo smirked. “Me too sometimes.”
Mike contributed, “Leo has lots of juice, like you Max.” He lightly palmed Leo”s balls.
“He does? Really?”
“Yup!” Mike nodded his head vigorously.
Apparently, Mike was immune to the whole feeling-guilty thing. But I wasn”t. I continued, embarrassed or not. “It bothers me that, someday, when you”re older, and you remember this, you might think to yourself “that nasty ol” Max… he was just using me, for sex.”
Mike”s face was blank. He had no idea what I was getting at, or maybe just pretending not to; it was hard to say with him.
Leo made a “pshaw!” expression, as if I”d said something silly.
I made bologna sandwiches.
The three of us ate naked, deliciously drowsy and satisfied.
… the best time of my life.
My Amazing Mike
From somewhere close, I heard a familiar voice, Anders, the creepy guy from boot camp who had convinced himself that little girls lusted after him… the voice sounded like it was coming from under my bed. I knew that couldn”t be true but it made me a little nervous, regardless.
That little boy wants you, bad!
“No he doesn”t,” I answered him. “This is just a dream… one of those lucid dreams I read about.”
How do you know it”s a dream?
“Because seven year old boys don”t flirt with grown men, or make-out with them,”
some of them do…
“…or suck their dicks or drink their cum or ask to be fucked up their little butts.”
Are you sure? Maybe this one does.
“Yeah, and somewhere a millionaire is giving away all his money to beggars and hobos.”
Well, yeah, maybe…
“Yeah, maybe. But he”s not out there right now waiting to give you all his money, so just… shut up.”
I heard a scream and opened my eyes. Someone yelled the name “Mikey.” I sat up and crawled over the bed until I could see out the window. A little boy I”d never seen before was chasing a slightly older boy, probably his brother, trying to shoot him with a squirt gun.
How did you know his name was Mikey? I asked myself in a voice that sounded disturbingly like Anders.
“Because I heard them playing while I was sleeping,” I answered myself.
I slid my hand into my underwear. My head still felt drowsy but my dick was mostly hard. I lay back down, listening to the boys, far away now, then I pulled the blanket over my head.
I closed my eyes and went back to the dream to look for my amazing Mike.
“Can you return to a dream?” I asked no one in particular. Just talking to myself, really.
“m-mm,” Mike answered, squirting a mouthful of water from his pursed lips.
“Stop it!” Leo playfully growled and splashed a wave of water at the boy.
The bright morning light glinted off the lake surface like a thousand diamonds. “Are we here? Was Anders right? …or is this just a dream?” I asked absently just as Mike and Leo dove under the water. I wasn”t sure if they even heard me.
Twenty minutes later, we were back in the trailer. Mike”s hair was almost dry now and Leo was still fluffing his head with a towel.
I muttered again to myself as I laid back against the bed-cushion, holding clean underwear in my hand, wadded up into a ball, watching the two naked boys dry themselves, “What”s that word again? …when you think you”ve been here before, or you have experienced this before, but you can”t quite put your finger on it?”
Neither boy seemed to be paying attention.
“And I wonder about dreams,” I continued, still in a haze, “can you return to the same dream, right where you left off?”
“What?” Leo squinted. “What do ya mean?… maybe you can…. why?”
I shook my head. “Oh, nothing… I mean, well, I dreamed that this… was the dream.” I motioned toward the boys. “You guys. All of it. Everything. Just a dream.”
Mike laughed, but Leo seemed interested. “Really? Last night?”
Leo paused, then finally added, “Yeah, dreams are crazy like that.”
Without standing, I tossed my clean underwear back into the basket. “Score!” I decided I didn”t need them yet.
“Do you have peanut butter and jelly?”
“For breakfast?” I chuckled. “Yeah, I do, actually. But I was thinking… before we get dressed, maybe Leo will treat his two best buddies to one of his famous milkshakes.”
Leo blinked, uncomprehendingly.
Mike cocked his head. “Milkshake?”
I raised a single eyebrow.
Leo suddenly snorted a laugh, catching on. He tackled Mikey backward into my lap.
“Milkshake?” Mikey grunted from the naked pile.
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