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Chapter 5
After Jake, Jordan, Lisa and I cleaned up the dirty dishes and put the leftovers into color-coded Tupperware containers in the refrigerator, we decided to head out to the pool house to get away from our goofy parents, and Sloan came trotting out after us. Our pool house was like a rec-room: old couches that pulled out to make beds, big pillows to lounge on and an old B&W TV and stereo. It had a little kitchenette stocked with drinks and a full sized bathroom. I'd had many sleep-overs with my friends out here over the years. After flipping on the lights, Lisa and Jordan made a bee-line straight for the stereo, and started playing those candy-assed songs that they loved so much but Jake and I hated. I looked over at Jake, just as he sat down on the orange plaid couch with a grimace look on his face.
"Lisa" he called out over to her, "Can't you play something that we all like? How about `Psychotic Reaction' by Count V or something by the Doors?"
"You like the Doors?" asked Jordan turning to Jake. This was the first time Jordan had really said anything to Jake. "I love `Touch Me'. Mom won't let me play it, though. She says I'm too young and I won't understand it. But I do. It makes me feel all tingly inside." And to prove his point, he started jiggling around and moving his arms around his little body, singing "Touch me, baby."
"Right on, little dude. You rock on!" Jake deadpanned.
All of us started snickering, and Jordan cracked a big smile.
"Jordan is really an old soul. He may be young and little, but he's totally cool," I said.
"You got that right." Lisa said. "Come here little Morrison, and let's get down." She put the Doors on and then cranked up the sound. Then Lisa and Jordan started dancing. It was hilarious! Lisa was getting all sexy, her big boobies bouncing up and down, and Jordan was totally getting his groove on. He was rubbing his hands all over his body and swinging back and forth. Sloan didn't know what to make of all this crazy maneuvering and so she started to howl and chase her tail, running crazy-eights between Jordan and Lisa. What a sight!
And even Jake and I got into it. Every time Jim Morrison sang `Touch me, baby' either Jake or I would look over and poke each other in the ribs, or pinch each other's tits. Then we would burst out laughing.
We fooled around like this all evening, listening to records and goofing around until it started to get dark. Jordan and Lisa decided to head inside to get a snack, tired from dancing and singing. And since it was still hot outside I asked Jake if he wanted to go for a swim.
"Yeah, that sounds good. Can we go skinny dipping?" he asked shyly.
"Sure, I don't see why not. Everybody will be in the house, and besides, we never wear anything when we go swimming anyhow."
"Let's do it, then," he said.
"OK. Let's take off our clothes in here and I'll grab a couple of towels we can wrap ourselves in."
I grabbed a couple of pool towels out of the bathroom and Jake and I started to get undressed. In no time we had skinned off our clothes and dropped them in a messy pile on the floor.
"Man. I don't think I have had this much naked action, ever," He said. "I bet by the end of the summer we'll be tan all over and neither one of us will have a tan line!"
"I betcha you're right about that. Let's go."
Jake grabbed my dick and pulled me towards the door out of the pool house.
"Hey, easy with the sausage! You don't want to hurt it do you?" I asked Jake, chasing him out of the pool house.
We dropped our towels by the edge of the pool and both of us dove headfirst into the deep end. I was a good swimmer and it looked like Jake was too. Man, the cool water felt refreshing on my hot skin. And like always, the minute I started to glide through the water naked I got a boner. It made me feel like I was a one of those Navy subs with a wayward rudder. We swam around for a little while, swimming between each other's legs and dunking each other, just goofing off. We even took turns diving off the diving board, trying to outdo each other. I was a better swimmer, but he was really good at diving.
I had always swam naked with my brother and my friends, but I don't ever remember being as excited as I was at the sight of Jake's teenage body. He looked so hot, standing on the edge of the diving board getting ready to do a backwards flip! His body was all tight and smooth, the globes of his big round butt cheeks sticking out and glistening in the evening light. His long light brown hair dripping from the pool water was forming little curls around his face. I was starting to get all horned up again.
But just then, my dad came strolling out of the house and caused me to get back to reality.
"Hey, guys. It's starting to get late. Your mom wants me to tell you to get out of the pool and go in the pool house and take your showers before you head up to the tree house for the night. I'll grab a couple of sleeping bags out of the garage for you. Are you sure you want Sloan out here with you?"
"Yeah, Dad," I said swimming up to the edge of the pool so he couldn't see my hard-on. "She'll keep us company and warn us if any bears are around," I said to scare Jake.
"Bears! Nobody told me about any bears being around here."
"Relax, son. Ryan is just yanking your chain," my dad said laughing and looking down at us. "C'mon guys, out of the pool." We never had to be modest around my folks.
"OK, Dad. Let's go Jake. You can shower first. You smell pretty bad."
"Shut the f...I mean, OK, Ryan. Let's go." He smiled, looking at my dad and trying not to blush and swimming up to me.
"I'll leave the backdoor to the house unlocked in case you guys get cold and want to come inside. G'nite guys."
"Good night, Dad."
"Good night, Wiley," Jake said.
Just as soon as my dad headed towards the garage, Jake popped me good upside the head.
"Hey! Why did you hit me?"
"Because you're being a dumb-ass!" He started laughing. "How come you didn't tell me about the bears?"
"There aren't any bears. I was just joking. Forget about it."
"OK. But you're still a dick-weed."
"Shut-up." We climbed out of the pool and walked into the pool room, playfully jabbing each other. I told Jake to go first and I'd take a shower after him. Then, after my dad pitched the sleeping bags through the sliding-glass door into the pool house and said good-night again, I snuck in the bathroom and jumped in the shower behind Jake.
"I'm here to wash your ass to make sure it doesn't stink and attract wild animals," continuing with my joke.
"Oh, you're soooo funny. You're the one with the funky ass. I could smell you all the way from my old apartment. In fact, it stinks so much-that's why we got such a good deal on the Bailey House."
"Shut-up you boner. Move over so I can wash your back," I said.
I grabbed the bar of soap and started to lather up a good amount of soapy bubbles in my hands. I turned Jake around and started to wash his thick neck, broad shoulders and back. He had a nice tan, and a few large freckles scattered about the top of his shoulders like a small constellation. He was pretty muscular for a young guy: No body fat on him. Then I reached down and started to knead the fine pearly-white globes of his teen boy butt that I was starting to like so much.
"Oh, that feels so good," he said.
I rubbed his butt cheeks for a while, slowly moving closer and closer to his crack. Finally I started to rub around and then over to the crack in his ass. I had never done this before, except to myself and then only once or twice. This was really virgin territory to me, and I wasn't sure Jake would like it. Slowly I ran the edge of my finger up and down Jake's ass-crack, making sure to rub my fingers up and down and around his boy bung-hole. Man, for about the millionth time today, my cock was rock hard.
"Oh my God. No one has ever touched me there before like that. It feels so cool. Don't stop doing that," Jake said quietly as he raised his hands up on the side of the shower, split his legs wider and stuck his butt out towards me.
"You like that, huh? See what you think of this," I said as I leaned down and reached up under his butt and grabbed his low hanging, swinging balls from between his legs. I started to message his balls with one hand and then glided my fingers with my other hand back to his bunghole. Rubbing gently around his puckered hole, I continued doing this for a few minutes, every once in a while slipping in my finger in just a tiny bit. It was so tight and warm. But I was scared; I thought I might hurt him if I went further.
"You like that?" I whispered in his ear.
"Oh, yeah. That feels awesome. Don't stop."
I let go of his dangling balls so I could concentrate on rubbing his asshole. I would run my soapy hand up and down his ass crack and then stick my finger up his tight hole to my second knuckle. Apparently he liked it because every time I did this he started to push his butt out to meet my intruding slippery finger.
"Hold on!. Turn around and let me wash you, Ryan, before the water turns cold."
"OK, but be gentle. I'm not used to being touched down there."
Now it was my turn to get a massage. Jake did the same thing to me that I had just done to him. He started up at my neck and slowly worked his way down my broad shoulders and my back. Since I was a little bit taller than he was, he had an easier time when it came to rubbing my butt cheeks. That really felt good, really, really good. I let out a long sigh.
"Let me grab some more soap. And move your legs apart a little more," Jake whispered. "I want to rub your hole, too."
Then all of a sudden I felt Jakes fingers rubbing my butt hole, tentatively at first and then a bit harder as I pressed my butt out towards him. He rubbed up and down over my hairless hole for a few minutes, pushing his soapy finger in just slightly to feel around. Then, getting more adventurous, he slipped his finger in all the way.
"Oh, my God, oh my God, oh my God," I cried out, not believing that my butthole could cause such pleasure. "I'm going to shoot if you don't stop that." I wrapped my palm around my rock-hard wet shaft, stroking it up and down, and sticking my butt out even more so his finger could go in a little bit deeper. "Keep doing that. That feels so goooood!" I was in rapture as Jake kept fingering my asshole.
I hardly had those words out of my mouth when I shot out my third wad of cum of the day. I guess Jake was on the brink too, because the next thing I knew he pulled out of my butt, dropped his hands from my crack, wrapping one arm around my stomach for support and shot a hot volley of boy-icing all over my tingling ass cheeks.
"Ooooh," he said and collapsed against me, his head resting on my back, our hearts beating fast.
After we regained our composure, we rinsed off and got out of the shower. By that time the water was almost cold. Sloan was lying on the shaggy bath rug on the floor next to the shower. As we got out, she raised her head and twisted it in that weird way dogs do sometimes, as if they're trying to figure something out or want to say something.
"I think your pooch is wondering what the hell just happened in there," Jake said smiling at me.
"Yeah, well, she can watch, but she better not say anything," I said giving her a little rub between the ears. "I don't know about you, but that little exercise we just had has tired me out. How about we head out to the tree house and crash. I don't think I'm up for a nude moonlight hike."
"Yeah, I agree. That sounds like a good idea. Maybe we can go in the morning."
So that's what we did. We didn't bother to get dressed after we toweled off and instead grabbed our clothes, sleeping bags and a couple of Cokes and headed out to the tree house with Sloan hot on our feet. I told Jake to climb up while I loaded the litter with our sleeping bags. Once he got them inside and ran the pulley back down, I pointed at the litter to Sloan and she happily jumped aboard. She loved to hang out in the tree house. Once she was safely inside, I climbed up the tree, through the opening in the bottom and shut the trap door.
"How about I unroll one of the sleeping bags and put it here on the floor," I said gesturing to a wide enough area. "Then we can use the other one as a blanket. Sloan will probably sleep on the end and keep our feet warm."
"That sounds cool to me."
Jake helped me arrange the sleeping bags, and as soon as we were covered up, he rolled over on his side and wrapped his tan arms around my stomach, spooning me, his soft meaty cock clamped tight between my butt cheeks. Just as I had figured, Sloan spun around a few times and then settled down on the end of the sleeping bags, at our feet, one ear up listening for interlopers. The three of us were dead to the world within minutes.
That's the end of Chapter 5. I hope you enjoyed it, Flip. 1977.flip@gmail.com