You got to understand that there's not much to do in our city....ok, it's a cowpile of a town not really near any real cities. In fact if it weren't for television, we'd never see a film. The only theater is two hundred miles away. Why do we live there, you ask? Not by choice, just by birth. But we watch MTV, we hear about other places in schools, we read about Hollywood and curse the rich men in D.C. and laugh at the evangelists. Not our parents of course..meaning the part about laughing at evangelists. My folks live for them, in person or on tv. But we goof on them all the time. We stopped going to church when we became teenagers and despite efforts by many of the parents, deacons and preachers, our town kids found a Sunday by the lake, a much better place to worship then sitting in an old church wearing layers of clothing our climate didn't allow. We gladly stripped to our gym shorts or even underwear and stayed wet instead. Of course I'm talking about the summer. Somehow the winter changed things. Hell, we even went to church then. I guess it was the holidays or the fact there wasn't much of any other place to go. Sam, the owner of the main store in town, tolerated us hanging around his magazine racks but not all the time. The country sheriffs let us run wild a bit just so we could blow off steam and we rarely got into real trouble unless we went to a nearby town and got into fights or got caught cow tipping in the middle of the night. That's right, cow tipping. When you're teenager, drinking ill gotten beer and have nothing else to do, you play tricks on farmers and their cattle. The girls usually giggled and we thought it was some sort of macho trick I guess. I worked at Sam's part time. He had me mopping, sweeping, unpacking stock and sometimes manning the cash register. But he assumed I was giving stuff away to my friends, so that didn't happen regularly. I rarely gave anything away, except to one of the deputy Sheriffs, Monroe. He winked at me when he put the rubbers on the counter. I knew he wasn't married and didn't know of any girl he was dating. Maybe it was my first experience with gaydar...I blushed and for some reason signaled "no charge". He just nodded looking thoughtful for a moment and then said he'd save one for me. I laughed....hoping he was joking, or at least wanting to appear I thought so. - One night as I was cleaning out the basement, Sam left me the key so I could go out the basement entrance. He had locked up the upstairs already. As soon as he drove off, I heard a knock and as planned a couple of my buddies arrived with cold beer. We lay around the basement, telling jokes, drinking and showing each other our erections. We were proud of them...and not too sure what to do with them other then whack off as often as we could. "Carl, show him " my friend Brian said and Carl was soon kneeling in front of me engulfing my ereciton until I couldn't hold back and erupted down his throat. "Cool huh?" Carl said with a huge smile on his face. "Brians good too" Carl said and Brian was soon showing me. My cock got hard real quick, thanks to my age and I was amazed how hot I got getting head like that. "Now you try it" Brian said wiping my sperm off his lips. I hesitated, but as I said earlier, we don't have much to do in that town, so I tried and found I enjoyed sucking cock. I must have sucked down two loads each from them. So, we found something new to do and gladly shared it with our other friends. "That's queer stuff" was heard once. But it didn't stop the person who said that from sticking his cock down several throats and eventually sucking cock himself. During the day, we were the same as everyone, bragging about sex we didn't have, calling older people names, lying about our homework and bragging about girls tits we hadn't really touched, let alone seen. But in private, we jacked and sucked each other like horny animals. - It was Monroe who caught a bunch of us naked, sucking each others cocks one night near the lake. He had parked withouth his lights on and quietly walked down the pathway through the woods to where we all usually hung out. "You boys ought not to do that stuff here. Everyone knows where the kids hang out. Hell we hung out here too when I was in school." We were hiding our crotches like suddenly modest little girls. But he kept on talking. "If you gonna do that stuff, go somewhere different" And then he left us. - Monroe showed up at Sam's another day when I was at the cash register. "I uh just wanted to thank you for the other night" I stammered. He looked at me without expression and nodded. "How old are you now?" he asked turning back towards me. "18" I said proudly. My birthday party was what he had interuptted in the woods that night. "Good. Time to stop doing little boy things and find out what life is all about" He smiled this time and nodded again and walked away. After that, I always acknowleged Monroe like an old friend...not like the town deputy. The guys said one or two things about it, but I ignore them. I began to admire the way Monroe wore his uniform, belts and gun. I asked him about law enforcement, how he decided to do it, and other things. And as he answered, not only me but the other kids listened. "MPs. I joined the Army and then the MPs...just a bunch of boys with guns at first, but as time went on, I found out there was much much more to it". Clint Waiver was his name. An old Army buddy of Monroe's. He was visiting and given the tour of our town. That didn't take long of course. Monroe introduced him to the lazy bunch of kids...that included me of course. The man was tall, but had a boyish face. His shoulders were wide and his legs seemed like tree trunks. "Clint's a cop in Springfield" Monroe said "and a body builder in case you hadn't noticed". I drove by Monroe's trailer and saw Clint standing outside naked. That was my first thought. Actually he wore some tight underwear..black Calvin Kleins..the same I had gotten and wore whenever I went swimming in the lake. I backed up the car and parked. I went over to Clint and greeted him. I was amazed I was doing this. I was usually pretty shy. He was lifting weights and the work and sun had coated his bare chest and arms with sweat. He had an aroma that I remembered from out teenage cock sucking parties. I asked him about body building, touched his pectorals, thighs and biceps. I let him show me how to do curls and even took my shirt off to do it. I was scrawny..like most of the kids. But his hands examined my muscle structure, he called it. He said that with a little work I could beef up. His hands didn't stop with my bare chest, arms and back. They found and rested on my buttocks. "Nice butt kid" I was inside the trailer drinking ice tea and trying not to stare at his crotch. My own crotch was full of my erected meat. "I hear you boys suck each other off late at night" he laughed "Hey no problem, it's pretty boring out here ain't it?" I nodded and tried not to blush more then I had already. "Want to?" he asked and his cock was out of his underwear so quickly that it didn't match the flash in time it took me to kneel and begin to suck it. "We better go in back" he led me to the back of the trailer. It was the bed in which Monroe slept I guessed. There was only one bed. Clint pulled off his Calvin and then yanked at my cutoffs too until I was buck ass naked. "We're going to have some fun. Monroe said you're 18 right?" I nodded not being able answer with his fat cock down my throat. His fingers played withy my butthole and I liked it. They poked inside me and rubbed the rim making me even more hornier then I had remembered being. "First time?" he asked. I didn't answer as he pushed me backwards. "You put it on" he handed me one of the rubbers we sold at Sams. I figured it was one that I had told Monroe "no charge" to months ago. He pushed into me making me yelp a bit..then I did what he told me to and was soon enjoying being fucked by this hunky muscle building cop. I came about the same time he was slamming into me..apparently filling the rubber with his own cum. "You sure it's your first time? " Clint wiped my body with his underwear and began to kiss me until I was hard and passionate again. The second time was even hotter and I met each stroke with a squeeze of my ass muscles making him curse or groan. I was on my stomach feeling his body on my back when he came this time. He came and then pulled me back up while keeping his fat cock inside me. His hands pulled, pinched and jacked me until I felt captured, tortured and exploded so violently we half fell off the bed. "You two better quiet down" Monroe stood there handing us both cold beers. I didn't hide my naked body this time...neither did Clint. "You were right, he was ready" Clint said toasting Monroe. "Hell I thought I'd be the first" Monroe added toasting me. I listened to their stories about the Army, the MPs, old friends, various arrests and realized it was very late. "I guess I have to leave" I said. "No you don't. I already told your folks you were staying here tonight" Monroe said. I looked at him. "I came by when you two were going at it the first time" he said. He knew. He had apparently always known. Maybe I had too. I didn't put any clothes on till Sunday as I stood in the grass...feeling blades between my toes for the first time. The air was sweet something else I hadn't noticed in years. The birds replaced the crickets from the night before. I felt the slight warm breeze brush across my bare chest and legs. Clint had dressed and put his bag in his car. "So you both are coming to visit real soon huh?" he said shaking Monroe's hand and mine. Inside the trailer he had hugged us...and kissed me goodbye. But this was for the neighbors. "Come on inside" Monroe said "We have a few things to do" His cock was longer then Clints and he took much much longer to cum. I begged him to never stop the long slow strokes that made me forget I was ever bored in that town. "Now don't go doing this with that bunch you hang out with, or else they will think you're one of us". I didn't want to leave..and Monroe smiled as I just curled up on the couch next to him. The night wasn't as wild as sharing the bed with both Clint and him but it was one in which neither of us slept much. I had to go to work in the morning and drove off..feeling Clint and Monroe inside me. "Where were you all weekend?" one of my regular suck buddies asked "we got together at that new place in the woods where Monroe told us to go". I smiled knowing now why Monroe knew about that place. "Just hanging out with a bunch of boys" I said but in my mind "bunch of MEN" quickly replaced "boys". And in fact as the summer progressed the men did replace them. Time and time again.