This is a story about the growing up and coming of age of a typical Ohio boy by the name of Jason as told to me through the exchange of a series of Email. It is a true story detailing true events with only the names, including Jason's, having been changed to protect the travellers we meet along the way. We pick up where we left off in Chapter 2 at the end of grade five as Jason turns twelve and continues with his exploration with his pals and relatives over the summer and the following year through boyhood games and friendships. Comments about the story can be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com and those who wish to correspond directly with Jason may do so at journeyofjason@yahoo.com
JASON'S JOURNEY
CHAPTER THREE: BOYHOOD PALS AND PLOTS
That summer my cousin Mitch and his family drop by on their holiday and while his family stays at grandma's Mitch spends the night at my house. His parents and mine make plans to go up to Geuaga Lake the next day. Mitch and I go up to my room and watch this Steven Segal move, "Under Siege," where a stripper comes out of the cake with her boobs out. Well, Mitch is ten now, and he rewinds and plays that scene a dozen times! I am laying there pretending to be asleep but getting bolder and more devious in my journey, I'm actually laying there peeking through my eyelids watching him. He reaches down and rubs himself between the legs a few times and I'm tempted to do something with him but I don't want to scare him off so decide I'd best not.
The next day we go off to Geuaga Lake along with my best pal James. James and I go into one of the handicap accessible stalls to change into our swim suits, giving me the chance to see his cute ass. It is dark on the way home and James and I sit in the far back talking and Mitch sits in the middle and falls asleep. Telling James I need to stretch out, I slide down under the seat so my legs are in the back cargo area and my head sticking up at the bottom.
He looks back and sees my legs and then switches back to look at my face. I lay there looking at his face and reach down and begin to stroke myself as I remember the sight of his naked ass. I cum in a matter of minutes.
Speaking of getting bolder and more devious brings me to Chris, another real beauty with short blond hair that is almost buzzed but comes down over his forehead about an inch, beautiful pale blue eyes and long, fluttering eyelashes. He is two years older than I. I'd known his sister Dawn since I was in second grade but we never really talked to each other. Chris I don't really get to know until his family moves into the neighborhood that summer. Anyway, I'm in our swimming pool one day when I happen to look up and see them standing next to the two story garage on the lot across the alley, about twenty feet from the yard. I'm not sure why they are just standing there so I keep swimming but keep an eye on them at the same time. I dive under the water and when I come up I see they have taken a few steps closer. So, I dive again, and sure enough, they come a bit closer again and are now standing where the two lots across the alley join.
Well, I'm wearing a pair of black and pink bicycle shorts with the pink right over my crotch and I suddenly remember that the pink is very see through when it is wet. I quickly run into the house and change into my black and orange bicycle shorts, the orange not being as see through and being off to the side of the leg so you can't see anything. I'm hoping that they will stick around because I don't want this cute guy out of my sight. I purposefully don't look their way when I come back out so I'm not obvious and I dive into the pool and swim back and forth for a few minutes and then dive and stay under as long as I can. Okay, I admit, I show off a bit, hoping to impress him. When I pop back up, they are both standing there on the cement walkway that bends around the pool on the way to the garage. Expecting them to still be over in the other yard they really startle me.
"Hi," he says, sounding a bit awkward.
"Hi."
"You Jason?"
"Yeah," I reply. "Hi Dawn."
"Hi."
Looking up at Chris, I know that I just have to see his dick, but I have no idea how to see if he is into that sort of stuff. "You wanna go for a swim?"
"Ah, we didn't bring our swim suits."
"Oh." I want to say they don't have to wear any, but I can't very well do that! "Well, maybe some other time. You're always welcome," I offer, meaning especially Chris.
"Thanks. Well, we better be going."
"Okay. See'ya around."
Well, we start to hang out on a daily basis after that, playing with my WWF action figures or shooting baskets at my place, riding bikes around the neighborhood, or going swimming. Being only one yard over, when he comes to swim he always has his suit on, and he always heads home to change out of it afterward. I offer several times to lend him a pair of my pants, hoping he'd take me up on the offer and change in front of me, but he never takes me up on it. I am beginning to think I am never going to see him without clothes on.
Anyway, we are playing basketball on the cement pad at the end of my yard one day when he says that he has to take a piss. Well, I tell him he doesn't have to go in the house and that I and my friends just go around between the shed and the garage. Well, when he shrugs okay and heads for the shed I want to jump with joy! I wait until I'm sure he has had enough time to take his dick out and start his stream before I head around the other side of the shed. I turn the corner, my heart pounding with excitement and feeling as tense as if I'm about to write a major exam in school, and there he is, standing there with his legs slightly apart, his jeans pushed down and his underwear tucked under his balls. He has a beautiful, limp, cut dick of about four inches soft. His balls hang down low and I don't know why but they remind me of upside down Mickey Mouse ears! I just know he has to be huge when he is hard and I just have to find out.
I try everything I can think of to see it again, going to the gym where we'll have to change, going to the pool, hanging at the amusement parks in the hopes he'll have to go take another leak, but nothing works. I even barge in on him in the bathroom at our house and quickly check him out as I apologize and say I didn't realize there was anyone in there. I'm surprised that he even talked to me after a few of those times! Figuring that maybe if I get him horny I might get him to take his dick out, I eventually show him my special video. Well, he seems somewhat interested in it, but he doesn't say anything. A few days later when I'm over at his house his dad takes me aside and tells me that Chris told him about the tape, and that he doesn't want me showing it to his son any more. Well, I figure he's going to tell my parents about it and they'll ground me for the rest of my life, and even worse, that that'll be the last I'll see of the tape, but he doesn't say a thing. Chris's dad is cool that way. He's also a little weird. One time Chris and I take this Alf hand puppet they got at Burger King and try to take its head off. We take a vice, knife, and even a hack saw to it, but that head will not come off! Well, I go home to get something, and when I come back he's put Alf in the freezer with a knife in it and ketchup all around it! Funny, but very weird!
Finally, one day when I'm over at his house and we're down in the basement playing pool, he says has to take a piss. Well I join him in the basement bathroom and I'm feeling desperate so I start goofing around as he's pissing, as if I'm trying to grab him and stuff. Well, as I grab for it, not really planning on making contact, I reach a little too far and actually touch his balls, and in my excitement as I pull my hand away, his dick. I'm so shocked that I actually touched him it doesn't even register that it actually happened until later. When I realize it, I live that moment over and over, trying to recall exactly how it happened and how it felt. That is good for a great number of jerk off sessions in the months to come.
I love going down stairs to play pool in his basement, not because I'm that crazy about pool, but because the game is so long he often has to pause to take a pee break, probably because of all the pop the two of us drink. The door to the bathroom is one of those old type that uses a skeleton key, giving you a great view of the person sitting on the toilet, and a great view of his dick when he wipes.
We often go out to his grandmother's house in the country. She has a large barn on the property and Chris and I sometimes go up to the hay loft and moon the cars and tractors driving by on the road from the loft door. Crazy kid stuff and we're taking a big risk not being caught or reported to our parents, but it's fun, and that's what being a kid is all about. We like to walk through the fields behind her house. She has a large number of acres at the top of this hill behind her house so it is shielded from the house and the road. When we have to we just push down our jeans and underwear and piss in the field. I always turn so Chris can see mine as I piss, and I always walk around to where I can see him when he goes. Whenever I get home after going out to his grandmothers I go up to my room or to the bathroom and jerk off, picturing his pink ass up in the loft or him standing there in the field and imagining the hot stuff I'd love to do with him.
At their house there is a large space under the upstairs bathroom door.
One day when he goes to the bathroom, I wonder just how much you can see so I lay down on the floor and peak under the door. To my surprise I can see most of the bathroom at that angle. When he is sitting and taking a shit it is difficult to see anything, but when he stands up I can see his dick and balls hanging down between his legs perfectly! Well, I decide to make do with what I'm given, and after that every day I'm at his house I'm hoping that he has to go to the bathroom. It becomes a regular pattern. Chris goes to the bathroom, I count half a minute and creep over to the door and lay on the floor. I can hear someone coming downstairs so I'm not worried about being caught, but there are a number of times Chris almost catches me. Once he even said that he'd seen my nose under the door, and I don't think he really believed me when I said I was just horsing around and that it was my finger. It is worth the risks though, and the risk in fact adds to my excitement. One time I even catch him with his boner sticking out. Well, I almost cream myself right then and there, and when I go home I'm shooting off in double time!
That Christmas my cousin Mitch and his family come to visit and he spends the night at my place. Of course I remember the last time he visited and how he'd rubbed himself as he played and replayed the scene with the stripper in the movie "Under Siege." So, when we go up to my room we talk for a while and play with my toys but my mind is on something else.
"You remember the last time you were here and we watched the movie "Under Siege"?" Mitch looks at me rather blankly. "The one with the stripper and the big boobs?"
"Oh," he says, his eyes lighting up and a grin slowly curling his lips.
"Yeah."
"You wanna see something even better?"
"Sure," he says with a shrug.
So, I get out my special video and stick it in the machine. Well, Mitch's eyes almost pop out of his head, and they are glued to the screen the whole time. My eyes are glued on Mitch!
"You wanna feel something really cool?" I ask when the first movie is done.
"Sure," he says, his voice sounding strange, and I know exactly why.
Well, he watches me as I take my pants off and I can tell he's really interested. "You have to take your pants off too."
"I dunno," he says, looking at the door.
"Hey, that's okay. I'll lock the door."
I do and return to the bed and he looks down at my dick and I can see he's interested, and I know how Brandon felt when he was coaxing me and knew he had me. But then he was eight and I was six and now I'm twelve and Mitch is ten. I guess there are some things that just don't change between boys.
"Well . . . " He is really struggling.
"Com'on. It'll be cool. I promise."
"Well, okay."
I'm so excited as I watch as he takes off his pants and underwear. His little dick looks so soft and pink I want to reach out and stoke it. I imagine it must feel silky and warm. "You got to play with it a bit to get a boner," I advise as I play with my almost erect cock, slowly stroking and fiddling with it.
He watches me for a second and then slips his fingers about his dick and begins to fiddle with it, using just his thumb and first two fingers like Jarred had done the first time he'd tried masturbating. I pop up instantly and I sit there and watch him playing with himself until his little dick is sticking out stiff and ready.
"Okay, this is how you can have Fake Sex," I begin, and slipping my fingers about my dick I began to stroke myself. He watches for a moment and then begins to copy me. We sit there for a little while stroking ourselves and my dick is throbbing knowing it is his first time and that he's never seen another guy doing it, and that I'm the first guy to watch him. I finally figure I got to do something to distract myself or I'm going to shoot and he's going to be sitting there stroking alone.
"When you get to be a big boy like me you'll grow some hair too," I joke.
"I got hair," he replies indignantly.
"Oh yeah? Where?" I tease. "I don't see any!"
Well, he leans back so I can have a closer look and I lean in until I'm about five inches away from his balls and sure enough there are a few fine hairs. I reach out and touch them and then run my finger over his soft, silky ball sack. He is not too keen about me touching him I can tell, but he's sort of excited and sort of nervous and mostly curious, so he doesn't stop me. I rub his balls a little longer and then sit up and offer to let him do the same to me. Well I guess he figures it was only right since I'd done it to him, so he reaches over really slow and hesitantly, as if he's expecting to burn his fingers on my balls or something. They are so hot I'm surprised he doesn't! It is so erotic having him sitting there feeling my balls that it takes all my effort to stop from coming. I'm prepared to let him feel my balls all he wants, but he only does it for a minute or so, which isn't long enough for me.
"You know the scene where the guy was getting sucked?" Mitch nods as he looks up at me. I can tell he is eager to learn all I have to teach him. "I can do myself."
"Yourself?" he asks in disbelief.
"Yeah."
"No way."
"I can."
"I don't believe it. Nobody can do themselves!"
"I'll show you."
Well, I lie down on the bottom bunk and pull my legs up over my head and push up on the top bunk with my feet. I'm limber and thin, and as I lower my hips I raise my head and take in the knob of my dick, and then slowly ease my lips down the shaft. I love doing it and I slowly begin to work my lips up and down my boner and suck on it for a couple minutes. It is the first time anyone has ever seen me do it, and having Mitch sitting there all bugeyed and getting hornier by the minute watching me makes it all the better.
"Oh shit! I didn't know a guy could do that!" he says impressed, but unfortunately not impressed enough to ask me to do it to him. I suppose I could have suggested it, but I'm a bit hesitant to and right about then my mother calls up to say it is time to go to my grandma's.
So we put our underwear and pants back on and go back up to grandmas and we all go out for dinner. After the adults visit for a while we go back to my place and Mitch and I go up to my room again. We play some Nintendo and watch some television, and of course Mitch asks if he can see some of my special tape again. Of course I readily agree and pop the tape in and we sit there and watch about an hour of it. By then it's about eleven and I've got to get one off. The way Mitch is squirming beside me I know he's feeling as horny as I am.
"You know how the guys in the movie can squirt white stuff?"I ask as I shut the tape off.
"Yeah," he says, immediately interested. His face is sort of flushed and I know that he is feeling so horny by then and not having a clue what he's feeling or what to do about it that I have him.
"I can do that too."
"How?"
"It happens after you have fake sex for a while, like I showed you."
"Can I see?" he asks, all inhibitions gone just as I'd expected.
"Sure," I reply, trying not to sound too eager. "Why don't you have fake sex too while I do it?"
Well, he's feeling so randy by then I bet he would run around the house naked if I asked. Knowing how good it feels now to stroke himself, he doesn't hesitate to drop his pants and underwear and begin fiddling with his dick. So we sit there side by side on the bed playing with ourselves and soon we have boners again and we begin to stroke. I go really slow, wanting the pleasure to last and knowing how much longer it is going to take Mitch to have his orgasm. That it is his first time jacking off and that it will be his very first orgasm besides the first time to see a guy's white stuff is just too hot. I'm surprised I hold back as long as I do. I tell him it is about to happen and of course he stops stroking himself and stares at my boner, which gets me even hotter and there is no way I can hold back. So I hold my other hand in front of the tip of my dick and shoot my stuff on the back. Mitch sits there grasping his stiff dick totally wide eyed and his mouth open as I shoot my stuff. When I finally finish, I look over at him and smile and he grins back. I glance down at his stiff dick, which he has momentarily forgotten and is still squeezing tightly.
"My arm's getting sortta sore," he says.
"Hey, that's okay. Mine was too the first time I started having fake sex. I done it so long I thought my arm was going to fall off!"
He giggles, and I tell him he doesn't have to continue if he doesn't want to and I can tell he'd like to but he just doesn't have the endurance.
That Sunday we go back up to Grandma's for a visit. While our parents go off to church, Grandma stays behind to bake and Sally goes outside to play with their dog Patches, a Shitz Tzu, leaving just Mitch and I in the living room. Mitch and I are both into wrestling and are watching a match on television. This wrestler called Ravishing Rick Rude who has these stripper type moves where he rotates his hips around comes on. Well, to my surprise, Mitch stands up and pulls down his pants and starts doing the hip swivel bare to the world with Grandma right in the next room! Well, I can't help but laugh at him and he swings his hips all the more, causing his limp little dick and his smooth balls to bounce like crazy.
That evening our parents and grandparents go out, leaving us alone at grandma's with Sally. She goes upstairs to listen to music and Mitch I and stay downstairs in the living room watching television. After watching tv for a bit, Mitch gets up and brings their dog into the room with us.
"Watch this," he says with a smile, and he gets on the floor and pulls his pants down and holds Patches between his legs. Well, to my surprise the dog starts licking his dick! He only does it for a few seconds but it is cool to watch, and I tell Mitch so, which pleases him. I wish I could have been that dog, but I don't tell Mitch that!
It is around that time that we get this camcorder, and well, I get this idea of making my own video, of me on my bed stroking it. I do, and then I watch myself and it is so hot I get a boner even though I just had one and I tape myself jacking off all over again, this time sitting on the floor by my bed. Well, I make a few more tapes of myself getting it off in different positions and on my upper bunk and my lower bunk. After that I set up the camcorder on its stand and it takes a bit of practice to know just where to lie, but I take a video of myself sticking a pen up my butt. Now that is totally wicked, and even better than watching myself in a mirror. After that I try a few other things laying around my room. I even take the camcorder into the bathroom with me and take a few shots of me sitting on the toilet jacking myself off and squirting my stuff into the bowl. That I find especially hot, because it is in the bathroom I suppose.
If I could, I'd have taped myself wherever I jerked off. By then I'm doing it in the back of the minivan and talking away to the rents, my parents, at the same time as regular as chewing gum, outside by the fishpond watching the fish swimming around the plants, and in the washroom at the mall. When we go to visit Grandma's I especially like to go up the hill in the woods, take off my pants and underwear, and sit down in the shade and jerk off. There is something extra sexy about doing it out doors with the sun beating down on you and feeling the fresh air on your balls.
During health classes that year we talk about the human body, starting with the heart and circulation and going on to the digestive system. By the time we approach the end of grade six we get to the best part of all, the reproductive system! All of us boys have been waiting all year for that part. Well, most of the boys in our class anyway. Every class has the couple nerds who haven't a clue. As for me, with James and the twins being in the grade ahead of me, I know this is also the time of year for the BIG TALK. The whole school is abuzz as all the boys, about a hundred of us, are gathered in the gym and we sit on the floor in front of this tiny nineteen inch tv screen and they begin to play this video showing a boy around our age going to bed. Well, this voice-over comes on saying about changes are occurring in Jimmy's body and that it is the time his hormones are kicking in and the class begins to snicker and jab each other in the ribs and the teachers are getting all flustered and trying to hush us and tell us this is very serious and to pay attention. Then this voice-over says something about getting erections and the snickering and muffled laughter starts all over again.
Well, poor Jimmy wakes up suddenly to find his bed is all wet. So he goes and gets this glass of water and pours it all over his bed, and his mom calls out asking him what he is doing up so late and he replies that he'd gotten up to get a drink and he'd spilt it on his bed and gotten it all wet and has to change the sheets. Then this voice comes on really serious and says that little did Jimmy know but he'd just had his first wet dream. Well that cracks everyone up. We're all glancing at each other and smirking and everything. I mean the whole video is so corny. Anyway this voice says that it is all very natural and that it isn't something that boys should be embarrassed about and the video ends.
Then our principal gets up on the stage for a question and answer and he gives us this don't be embarrassed to ask anything speech. Well, he gives a little talk about sex and respecting girls and our bodies being private, and that it is natural to feel aroused, and to experiment with masturbation at our age. Well, one of the wiseacre kids in our class puts up his hand and asks what masturbation is, and how a guy does it. So this skinny, balding man with an island of hair in the front, pushing fifty, and in a suit and tie stands up there on the stage and tells this group of eleven and twelve-year-old boys how to masturbate, going through the hand motions and everything. Our sides are aching with the pain of trying not to laugh, except for those that are so totally embarrassed they want to shrivel up and die. Myself, I think I've been scarred for life! Then it is over and we file out and they give us this pamphlet about how boys grow with drawings showing a boy's penis and talking about circumcisions and foreskins and keeping yourself clean. It is hardly a very informative lecture after all that I've learned on my own, and I doubt very informative for most of the others either.
At the end of sixth grade we go for a swim party at the public pool just up the hill from the middle school. I swim for a bit but it is cold and rainy so I get out of the pool and go to the locker room to change and shower. There is only one shower with hot water so four of us, me, Jarred, a black boy in our school by the name of Gary, and a fourth kid huddle together under the shower in our swim trunks trying to get warm. Well, after a bit Gary pulls down his trunks and starts walking around with his dick in full view, and I try my best not to stare but at the same time etch the image in my mind for future jerk sessions. I'm too cold to go back out so I hang around there in the showers. I see a good ten more dicks that afternoon and by the time the party is over I can't wait to get home for a long jerk session, remembering the boys I've seen and the hot, humid air of the pool locker room and its dank fragrance of boy sweat and chlorine.
Several momentous events happen that summer. First, my brother marries this girl from the Canton/Akron area that he had met at a party earlier in the year. She had a son who was just born a few weeks before and he was looking for a family since he is unable to have children due to a health condition and he falls in love with both of them. As soon as they marry my brother starts the adoption process. The biological father is a real bum and a druggy and my new sister- in-law doesn't want anything to do with him. He tries to fight the adoption but we win the case easily and I have a new nephew. I'm not a huge fan of kids at this point, but this kid is pretty cool. I had never been around many kids that much younger than me. Eric and his mom start coming to our house every day and mom takes care of him while she goes out and lounges in our pool. I figure out right then that she is a sneaky, lying, underhanded bitch, but nobody will listen to me.
The second big event is that we take down the pool and get a trampoline, and the third, I finally get to see Kurt's dick and balls. Ever since that day back when I was in grade three and we were watching television and I showed him my boner after taking a leak and then when he'd refused to show me his compromised by agreeing he could just show me his asshole, I'd wanted to see his dick. I guess there is some truth to the saying that if something is forbidden you want it all the more, because I can't think of anything I wanted more back then than to have a good look at his cock. Well, no matter what I try, I am unsuccessful until one day just shortly after we had gotten the trampoline we are playing on it and Kurt has to take a piss but doesn't want to go to all the trouble of going in the house. Of course I suggest he could go behind the shed, and of course I go with him. If I can't conjure up a stream, I figure I can always say I thought I had to go. Anyway, we go behind the shed and he pushes down his jogging pants and hooks his underwear under his balls like all us kids do and begins to piss. It is not that spectacular an event and his dick and balls are pretty typical for an eleven-year-old, but I am finally able to add his dick and balls to my growing list of dicks and balls I've seen. And, it gives me another image to think about in my daily jerk off sessions.
Also that summer I get my first good look at a girl's pussy. Chris and I are home alone at his house one day watching some of the kids his mother does daycare for while she's out doing an errand. She sometimes leaves them with us after she's put them down for a nap so we don't really have to do much except be there in case any of them get up. Well, shortly after she leaves, Chris tells me the oldest girl, Katie, who I figure is about ten, does some pretty cool stuff and asks if I'd like to see. Well, that is like asking a wolf if he wants to check out the sheep pen. There are four kids at that time, a boy around seven sleeping on the floor, his three-year-old sister sleeping in a crib, Katie, and Katie's seven-year-old sister, the two of them sleeping on the bed with Katie on the outside.
The two younger girls are asleep when we slip into the room and go over to the bed where Katie and her sister are. Chris gives Katie a little nudge but she keeps her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. So Chris reaches over and pulls her pants and panties down and spreads apart her legs. Then Katie reaches down and spreads her lips to give us a good look. I'm totally surprised, and eager to have a good look, it being the first pussy I've ever seen! Then Chris pulls his pants and underwear down to his knees and I'm so excited that I'm finally going to see his hard on without sneaking a peak under his bathroom door that I almost forget all about Katie. To my disappointment his shirt is hanging down and covers it, but I can tell that it has to be pretty large.
Well, they had to have done this sort of thing before because Katie just reaches up and slips her hand under his shirt like she's reaching for an ice cream cone! I push my pants and underwear down to my knees too, not caring if he or she sees my boner, and in fact hoping that seeing mine Chris will be less conservative and leave his open to view. That doesn't work, but Katie isn't the slightest bit hesitant and she reaches over with her other hand and begins playing with my dick and then pumping it up and down, doing quite a convincing hand job. The boy over by the wall rolls over and glances at us, but Chris yells at him to turn around and keep his face to the wall and to go to sleep, and he quickly rolls over. Chris reaches down while Katie's got her hands on our dicks and begins to rub her crotch. After a bit I take over for Chris and Chris just stands there and enjoys her rubbing his dick. He then asks her to show us her butt and she doesn't hesitate. She rolls over and shows us her butt and I reach down and spread her cheeks and start to play with her butthole.
Chris says that it is about time his mom should be getting home and that we should get out of there. Well, I think the whole thing was awesome and as we head to his room I'm hoping that we can do some more another day. I also realize later when I get home that if I'd have suggested Katie give us a blow job then I would have been able to see Chris's boner. I store that away and plan on using it for sure the next time.
A short time later I'm over at Chris's again and we are up in his room and Katie and her sister come in and play basketball with one of those little Nerfball hoops. I'm wishing that we could be alone when his mother comes upstairs, and as she comes to the door I'm hoping that she's going to tell us that she's going shopping. Instead she gives Chris this look that only moms can give, and says, "you know the girls aren't allowed to be alone with you two boys anymore." Well I just about shit myself but that's all she says, and turns and heads back down the stairs.
It turns out Katie ended up telling one of the other girls that was being babysat there about what we'd done, and the stupid bitch told her mom. The second girl is yanked out of daycare in a flash, but Katie's mom evidently doesn't care what had happened, or figures it is just innocent messing around stuff that all kids do or something because she leaves Katie and her sister there, but of course with the condition the girls never be left alone with us. Chris's mom never says anything else, not to me, nor thankfully to my mom. Chris's family are Jehovah Witnesses, religious but not strict and the knock-on-the-door-and-in-your-face type. I don't know if that's why his parents are always understanding about the stuff he and I get into.
Earlier that year my parents got back into foster care. Well in July, at two in the morning the day of my thirteenth birthday, my parents are called to pick up some kids whose parents are drunks and whose kids are dirty and have not eaten for a while. They bring home two sisters out of the six kids from the family, Angie who is seven, and Caroline, who is nine. As soon as they get home, my mom has them take a bath, and she tells them that she'll leave some clothes for them in the spare room where they will be staying. The spare room is right next to mine and actually the room where I had my bedroom before my brother graduated and moved out. There is a foot-square vent with a metal grate of one inch squares right by the closet that connects the two rooms. If you get down on the floor and look around my dresser, you can see straight into the spare room.
We don't have any clothes for girls, so we give them some of my old shorts and t shirts. After I get the clothes for Mom, I go into my room, turn the lights off, and get into position, figuring that what I might see will be a lot better than "Batman the Movie" which I'd begun watching when my parents had gotten the call!
I do not have to wait long. They come into the room with towels wrapped around them and shut the door. They look around a bit and then take the towels off. I start stroking! They dry themselves off and then start to dry their hair, raising their arms and giving me a good look at their hairless pits and their little budding chests. They sit on the bed and start looking at the clothes and deciding who is going to wear what. By the time they decide I have shot all over the side of my dresser! Now I figure bringing them home for me is one hell of a great birthday present!
The next day we go to the store and get them some clothes their size. I talk to Chris about it, figuring since what happed with Katie he will be into what I am doing. I am hoping he will want to come over and spy on the two girls too but he never asks if he can join me and I'm not sure if I should invite him. That night as Caroline and Angie take their baths I perch at my spot next to the dresser and wait for them. It does not take them as long as the night before and I am still stroking by the time they finish drying themselves and get into bed out of view of the vent. The third day I am over at Chris's house as they are getting ready to leave to go back to their mother and I run over to say goodby and I say maybe we will see each other some time, hoping that we will, and that it will be soon.
Shortly after that I hear Mitch and his parents are going to drop by on their summer holidays and are going to spend the night. I can't wait for them to arrive, and I spend the next week happily jerking off and thinking of the fun Mitch and I might have together. Well, the day they arrive I can hardly sit still. After supper we go up to my room to play Mario Kart on my Super Nintendo. I suggest that we should play Strip Mario Kart. Well, Mitch hesitates and we go through the usual persuasion thing, and again I can see the hesitation and the curiosity in his eyes and I know I have him. So he finally reluctantly agrees and we play a few rounds with me letting him win a few so we sort of stay equal in taking off our clothes until we are both down to our underwear. Well, he loses and grabs a blanket to cover himself and then pulls his boxers off and tosses them off the bed. I lose the next round and remove my underwear without the blanket, hoping that he'll take his blanket off, but he doesn't, and he doesn't suggest we do anything else either despite my not so subtle hints. So, we get dressed again and play a few other games and he finally falls asleep lying on the bed.
Well, while I'm sitting there feeling disappointed, I notice his feet are sticking out over the edge and I get this crazy idea. I don't know what comes over me but I sit down on the floor and start licking his foot. That is so f'n hot I'm hard instantly and I start jerking like a wild man. I shoot like I haven't cum for a month! He doesn't wake up, though I can't be sure he isn't faking it all along like Katie had been faking to be asleep when Chris and I had first come in the room. I don't know what I'd have done or said if he revealed later that he had been faking it, or if he had woken up.
The next day we go to my grandmother's house with our parents to visit for a while. It gets pretty boring and Mitch and I go off to play checkers. After a few games, that gets pretty boring too, until I suggest we turn it into strip checkers. Each time one of us jumps a man, the loser has to take off something. Again Mitch is hesitant and worried we might get caught, but I assure him the adults are so busy visiting we needn't worry. Again it takes a bit of convincing, but I finally get him to agree. Watching Mitch taking off his clothes one article at a time is almost like watching a strip show, and gives me plenty to think about during future jack off sessions as I enter grade seven.