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"Missed Opportunities" Copywrite 2003 By Mike Natif Posted by permission of author
"Missed Opportunities"
I, I love the colorful clothes she wears
And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair
I hear the sound of a gentle word
On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air
I'm pickin' up good vibrations
She's giving me excitations
I'm pickin' up good vibrations
(Oom bop bop good vibrations )
She's giving me excitations
(Oom bop bop excitations )
Good good good good vibrations
(Oom bop bop)
She's giving me excitations
(Oom bop bop excitations )
I can't believe it. I love music but never bought an album, until now. Mike took me to the record store. I met him at my first day at Lane Tech High in Chicago. The Beach Boys "Good Vibrations" song just came out and was climbing the charts.
"How did you know about the beach boys?" I asked
His room was on the small side. The record was on an old square portable player going round and round waving up and down like the waves on the lake...The sound was tinny bouncing off the bare walls.
Mike was looking out the curtain less window at the dreary overcast spring day.
"I listen to WLS aren't they great?" Mike Wagner answered referring to The Beach Boys.
He was sitting on his twin bed. The covers all scrunched up behind him. His feet were drawn up under him with his legs waving back and fro in rhythm with the music. It was evident by my view that Mike was not wearing any underwear.
As a freshman in High school I was already certain that I liked boys. Watching Mike's legs sway back and forth was confusing to me. Mike is my best friend. There is no way I could ever let him know I was queer. It was hard enough going to the only all boys public school in Chicago.
"All right boy's that's enough," coach Bensen said in a loud voice getting everyone's attention." If you don't know how to swim raise you hand."
Coach Benson referring to his seating chart made notes of the 10 students that raised their hands. "You will all be in the beginners class. It's a State law that everyone must know how to swim before graduation."Report to the pool on Monday, Wednesday and Friday for the rest of this quarter.
"The rest of you will have to test to be in the intermediate class. You will be required to swim on length of the pool doing the Breast Stroke, one length the Back Stroke, one length the Side Stroke and one length Free Style. At the end of these 4 laps you must be able to exit the pool at the deep end without any assistance and without the use of the ladder. Is that understood?"
The class was totally silent. "Good, anyone who thinks they cannot do this raise your hand now." The coach wrote down an additional two names.
"Everyone," coach Bensen emphasized, "will take a thorough shower. Anyone who has not washed every part of you body thoroughly will have me and this wire brush to complete the job." Coach waved a brush slightly larger than a tooth bush made of wood with silver metal bristles clearly visible to all.
The Coach concluded with finality. "Upon exiting the shower you will make certain both feet are placed into the metal tray containing an anti-fungal agent. You will not be issued towels until after the class. No one will be allowed to wear swim suites." He added mater of factly
There were some audible groans heard in the room, their direction unclear. This being the fist time the class convened and due to the huge size of the school there was little talking among the classmates.
After class the silence continued. My mind couldn't stop working. How was I going to keep from having wood in front of 30 teenage boys in various stages of puberty?
Good good good good vibrations
(Oom bop bop)
She's giving me excitations
(Oom bop bop excitations )
Close my eyes
She's somehow closer now
Softly smile , I know she must be kind
When I look in her eyes
She goes with me to a blossom world
I continued to look at Mike watching his legs moving back and forth. I could see the tip of his penis and one testicle hanging out of his cut-off shorts, but only one of us was aroused and it wasn't Mike Wagner.
"Have you had Health class yet?" I asked Mike feeling him out. I wanted to know if I was the only one afraid of swimming in the nude.
"Yea, fourth period."
"Whose the teacher?"
"Coach Johnston, he's weird. He kept going over the dangers of drinking Coke. Say's its only good for loosening rusted screws on your license plates.
I thought I noticed the tip of his cock getting longer. Probably just the action of his legs moving. God I wish he would be still. I tried to keep my eyes on his face.
I tried to memorize his face. I had a sudden feeling that someday I might look back on this day and would want to remember everything
Mike had dirty blond hair. Not the color dirty blond. It was blond and was oily and dirty. It was parted on the right. The bangs covering one eye. He was constantly shaking his head back trying to keep it out of his eye. He had blemishes only on his forehead typical for a teen. His face was round, eyes blue. He was a little taller than I and his body was thin and straight. Not fully a man yet.
Mike reached down and pulled on his cock. Looking me directly in the eyes he pulled on his dick. Was he giving me some sort of a show or was this just a typical guy thing.
I reached down unceremoniously to readjust my now painful erection. If he can pull on his cock in front of me I can make myself more comfortable.
"Did Johnston talk about swim class?" I asked Mike trying to get my mind off of his cock.
"Yea, I'll be in the beginners class. Can't swim a lick. I drop like a rock." "I had to go to summer camp every year since I was ten. I'm gonna take the test." I replied
He must not have my concern about nudity. If I ask him any more he might think I'm a fag. Why would a guy be afraid of getting hard in front of other guys unless he was a fag?
"Everyone find a buddy and line up 2 by two." the camp counselor yelled so everyone could hear. "Hold hands so I can see everyone has a buddy."
Randy ran towards me. "Be my buddy. Be my buddy." He said grabbing my hand.
" Ok, OK." I answered a little embarrassed holding hands at eleven years old. Everyone did it though. I got over it.
It was a hot day as the old day camp bus pulled into the parking lot of the public pool. I was very excited because I new I would be able to see naked guys. Not the kids I am at day camp with but the counselors and other real men that are dressing at the pool.
I found that if I raced to get into my swim suite I would have to wait for everyone else and have plenty of time to scope out the other swimmers. The only cock I had seen up to now had been my father's.
We stood in line waiting to get our numbered wire baskets. I was peering through the cyclone fence for people getting dressed.
I saw Johnny Roberts, the counselor for the oldest kids. He already had his pants off and was pulling his camp tee shirt over his head. He was slim with dark hair, just a touch showing above the top of his white shorts. I could see the outline of his meat angle off towards the right. My little boy cock started to grow hard. I was sure I could get dressed fast enough that no one would see me. I sure was enjoying watching Johnny.
"Jerry, Take your basket and let's go." Randy said annoyed. "What are you daydreaming about?"
"Nothing Randy, lets go. No. lets go over hear." I said getting the bench just behind Johnny Roberts.
I watched Johnny slide his whites carefully down his legs. 'Halleluiah,' I thought. His cock was hanging lower than his balls, the left one hanging lower than the right. The sack was shinier outlining the two egg-shaped spheres. The trail of hair leading from his belly expanded to a short but dark bush above the base of his cock.
My mouth was watering wanting to taste my fist cock but I had to race to get dressed or Randy would see my hard little cock.
Johnny turned around and bent over to put his right leg into his trunks. I could still see his cock hanging lower than his balls and a little hair growing just above his crack. I was feeling a little dizzy with lust. Am I the only boy that feels this way?
I'm pickin' up good vibrations
She's giving me excitations
I'm pickin' up good vibrations
(Oom bop bop good vibrations )
She's giving me excitations
(Oom bop bop excitations )
Good good good good vibrations
"Did Johnston tell you that we couldn't wear our trunks? " I asked my best friend Mike Wagner.
"Yea sounds kinda queer." Mike said with a bit of a grin as hi pulled on his sack again. "I gotta take a piss." He said as he got up from his bed.
Mike opened the door and went into his bathroom. I could just barely see the toilet through the opening. I heard him mumble something through the open door. This was just the opportunity I was hoping for.
I got up and walked to the door. Mike Wagner was standing in the doorway facing the toilet. I was looking at his left side. His cock and balls had been pulled through the left leg of his shorts. He was just starting up a stream. My eyes followed the yellow stream from the toilet up to le tip if his now semi erect cock. It was seven inches and thick, it was still growing.
" Did you say something?" I said to Mike as my eyes traveled up to meet his. I knew now he was watching me examine his cock.
"Yea, Jerry. I asked you if swimming without trunks bothered you." Mike looked down at his cock and stroked out the remaining piss. Squeezing his cock from the base and stoking it slowly to its end and repeating this four more time. I swear I thought he was beating off in front of me. He released his cock and pulled his shorts leg back down covering all but the tumescent bell end.
"No." I lied. My mind spinning round and round wondering what it all meant. Was this how to guys interact? Was he trying to get me aroused? Cause it sure was working.
Everyone was dead dog tired after our 3 hours at the pool. We all grabbed our buddy's hand and lined up for the final body count as we went back into the dressing room. Once all bodies were accounted for, we made the mad rush to find our wire baskets. As usual I was the first dressed and so I had plenty of time to sneak peaks at the guys getting dressed.
Johnny Roberts always sat on the front seat of the bus. He was too grown up to share his seat with anyone so I sat one seat behind him on the other side of the bus. This was so when he turned around to talk to us he would be looking right at me.
It would be an hour ride back to our campsite where lunch would be waiting for us. I sat with one leg sticking out in the aisle.
Johnny Roberts turned around to face everyone in the bus and started singing.
Found a peanut, found a peanut,
Found a peanut just now,
Just now I found a peanut,
Found a peanut just now.
My knee was right in Johnny's crotch. I sang along.
Cracked it open, cracked it open,
Cracked it open just now,
Just now I cracked it open,
Cracked it open just now.
The whole bus was singing now. I placed my right hand on my knee, as the bus lurched to the side I allowed my knuckles to slide along his thigh and found the end of his cock. I continued to stroke the end of his cock following the motion of the bus.
It was rotten, it was rotten,
It was rotten just now,
Just now it was rotten,
It was rotten just now.
Under my ministrations his cock began to grow. I continued to sing. My eyes now glued to Johnny Roberts crotch.
Ate it anyway, ate it anyway,
Ate it anyway just now,
Just now I ate it anyway,
Ate it anyway just now.
I had reached the point of no return. No one, not even Johnny Roberts could believe it was the motion of the bus causing me to stoke his cock. He lowered his eyes until they met mine. He made no effort to move away or change the situation. He continued to sing.
Got a stomach ache, got a stomach ache,
Got a stomach ache just now,
Just now I got a stomach ache,
Got a stomach ache just now.
His smile indicated to everyone he was enjoying his song. Johnny reached into his duffle bag and pulled out a sweater and placed it on his lap. His legs spread apart a little further and he sang.
Called the doctor, called the doctor,
Called the doctor just now,
Just now I called the doctor,
Called the doctor just now.
My hand and knee was completely under Johnny's sweater. With just a small movement my hand slide to the end of his shorts and I touched the hairs on his legs. He jumped, just enough for me to notice, but made no move to stop my actions.
Penicillin, Penicillin,
Penicillin just now,
Just now I took Penicillin,
Penicillin just now.
I carefully slid my small eleven-year-old hand through his pants leg. I didn't have to travel far. His cock was now sticking through his underwear and I was touching my first man cock. I coughed and moved a little closer allowing my hand to travel further up his leg.
(Oom bop bop) She's giving me excitations (Oom bop bop excitations ) Good good good good vibrations (Oom bop bop) She's giving me excitations
(Oom bop bop excitations ) Mike Wagner was my best friend. I did not want to do anything to jeopardize it. My head was spinning dizzy with desire. I knew I wasn't thinking clearly. My cock was hard and I didn't know what to do.
Mike let me see his semi hard cock when he took his piss. There is no way I could do the same thing. I was too hard. Not a chance to piss in front of him. I just couldn't make the first move. What if I was wrong? I trust Mike but I could loose him as a friend. I don't think he would tell anyone at school. I know they would kill me. This is serious stuff. My cock is so hard. I don't want to miss this opportunity. It may not happen again.
I stood up. My shirt was not tucked in my pants.
(Ahhhhhhh )
(Ah my my what elation )
I don't know where but she sends me there
(Ah my my what a sensation )
(Ah my my what elations )
(Ah my my what)
Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations
Mike Wagner opened his eyes as I stood. I reached down, released my belt and un-fastened my pants. I could feel his eyes lowering to my waist.
"This shirt just won't stay in." I said making the excuse for my action. Giving Mike Wagner a way out, to save embarrassment for myself.
I lowered my zipper; spreading my legs I allowed them to drop to knee level. I know.I know. No one tucks their shirt in their underwear. I was now and Mike Wagner was watching.
I slipped my thumbs under the elastic and ran them around my waist. I lowered my thumbs forcing my hard cock down. Once the bound cock passed the elastic it snapped back with a crack. I turned sideways pretending to hide my nakedness from Mike. This however gave him a side view, casting the shadow of a huge 3-foot cock on the wall.
Stalling for time with my underwear elastic under my balls I decided to un-button and re-button the bottom two buttons on my shirt.
"Well, maybe I am uncomfortable about running around naked at the pool with all those guys around. What would they say if they saw me now, my dick has a mind of its own." I smiled as I looked at him.
A happenin' with her
Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations
A happenin' with her
Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations
A happenin'
Ahhhhhhhh
Good good good good vibrations
(Oom bop bop)
" Yea, I know what you mean." Mike decided his shirt needed to be tucked in too.
Operation, operation,
Operation just now,
Just now an operation,
An operation just now.
Johnny Roberts face was changing. My hands were like those of Helen Keller. They were following Johnny's cock from its base over seven inched to its huge head. Hidden by his sweater the sensitive gland would rub against the coarse sweater as I made my movements. Memorizing every vein, touching every bump my fingers missing nothing. The tips of my tiny finger could barely reach his smooth low hanging balls. This one action would give me 10,000 orgasms future orgasms.
Died anyway, died anyway,
Died anyway just now,
Just now I died anyway,
Died anyway just now.
The whole bus continued the song. Johnny's singing became a little strained. He looked me in the eyes confused and afraid. He had allowed me to go too far. He could not stop now if he wanted too. He continued to sing his face strained and a little red.
Went to heaven, went to heaven,
Went to heaven just now,
Just now I went to heaven,
Went to heaven just now.
I was in heaven. A steady stream of slippery fluid continued to flow from the end of his cock. It lubricated my hand and transferred more heat. I noticed a slight odor coming from under the sweater. Just the smell of the pool like chlorine. I wondered what this slippery stuff was coming from his cock. I risked taking my hand from under the sweater and brought my fingers to my lips.
Wouldn't take me, wouldn't take me,
Wouldn't take me just now,
Just now Heaven wouldn't take me,
Wouldn't take me just now.
Johnny Roberts looked at me with panic in his face. I quickly replaced my hand next to his massive cock. It was silky smooth and wet with something that tasted slightly salty. Johnny watched me lick my lips. He smiled and slid his hips closer to me. Now with more access I could almost rap my fingers around his cock and stroke as I do mine.
Went the other way, went the other way,
Went the other way just now,
Just now I went the other way,
Went the other way just now.
Johnny's Balls were starting to climb up to the base of his cock. His dick was getting larger in my hand. My finger reached only halfway around it.
Didn't want me, didn't want me,
Didn't want me just now,
Just now they didn't want me,
Didn't want me just now.
Johnny seemed to forget the words. The campers continued to sing. Johnny had a fake smile on his face. His cock grew larger. One eyelid twitched slightly.
Was a dream, was a dream,
Was a dream just now,
Just now it was a dream,
Was a dream, just now.
Johnny Roberts brought his hand to cover his mouth as he coughed. As he coughed he slid his left hand under the sweater. Making no effort to stop me he placed his hand so as to feel my clinched fist make it journey up and down his cock. I was stroking much slower than I do my little cock. Johnny didn't mind. He sang.
Then I woke up, then I woke up,
Then I woke up just now,
Just now I woke up,
I woke up just now.
I felt Johnny Roberts' body stiffen up. His hand started to go on top of mine but he had second thoughts. I felt another heartbeat through his cock. First one pulse then I felt moisture. Johnny gently placed his hand on mine but allowed me to continue is movement. His hand checking my strokes adding to his pleasure. Another pulse his eyes looked up on eyelid twitching. Pulse after pulse continued. I could hear the splat of something hitting the bus floor. Johnny Roberts held my hand stopping its movements and he sang.
Found a peanut, found a peanut,
Found a peanut just now,
Just now I found a peanut,
Found a peanut just now.
While Johnny Roberts's body was fully sated his mind was now full of terror. He had just received a hand job from an eleven-year-old boy. Not jus a hand job but the best orgasm of his life. Johnny was very confused. Why was it the best orgasm? Was it this boy Jerry? He seemed ordinary enough. Was it because he was a boy? 'I'm straight, I love my girlfriend.I never even thought of sex with a man let alone sex with a boy.' Johnny thought. Was it everyone watching us that got me so excited? Not just watching me but having there complete attention as someone ran their hand up and down my cock. As Johnny continued this thought he got off the bus and his cock was fully hard again. Wow that was one hot fuck.
The Beach Boys finished their Good Vibrations as I stood there with my legs spread, my pants hooked by my knees and the elastic of my underwear under my balls lifting them up. As I stand there with a full 6-1/2 inch erection sniffing at my belly button I am diddling with the buttons on my shirt like this is a normal everyday position for me.
My best friend, Mike Wagner now has decided he to was becoming slovenly and would also have to tuck in his shirt. Still too afraid to make a commitment Mike unbuttons his pant s and spreads his feet apart matching my stance. His shorts drop to the floor however. Mike makes no move to pick them up. Mikes eyes are locked onto Jerry's looking for any clue. "Jesus Christ" Mike is thinking." I'm standing here as horned up as a guy can get. Please Please Oh God come over here." Mike dares not to speak aloud but stands there with 7- 1/2 of hard dripping cock dying to be touched.
I continue to look at Mike memorizing everything I can see. His cock reaching above his belly button as he stands there. His balls oh so low. The skin with its invisible blond hairs tickling him in the draft of the room. Mike has one mole on the massive white field of his hard abdomen. I know now where this is going. Why I felt I must remember every detail. I love Mike Wagner with all my heart but I cannot and will not make the first move. We stand here naked at the peak of our manhood and desire yet neither of us with the courage to be different. Without the courage to touch each other and no knowledge how to express the love we have. I will never forget one second of this encounter for the rest of my life.
Giving each other one last look we both reached down together pulled up our pants and tucked in our shirts. We were both silent as though something had died.
We never spoke of this event again but remained good friends until I moved out of the area the following year.
End
Authors Note:
Johnny Roberts is married with two kids. His wife enjoys pleasing her husband at the theater, opera and especially at Chicago's Wrigley Field.
Jerry never forgot about Mike Wagner. Using the Internet he searched for mike until 1996 when he found him listed in the Social Security Death records. Jerry is not sad. He remembers every detail.
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