Published: 15 Nov 2018

It was 1960 and I needed money. I’d just passed from fifth to sixth grade and it was the first week of summer vacation and I was 10 years old, about to be 11 in three months. I suppose you are wondering what I needed money for and why didn’t I just ask my folks for it. Well, I wanted the money to buy something that I instinctively knew I couldn’t ask my parents to pay for, you see, the newsstand downtown had started selling physique magazines. From what I could see of the covers, behind their plastic covers and labels pasted over the juicy bits, there were a lot more pictures inside and stories also, the kind I thought would make my dick really hard. If you were wondering why I just didn’t use my allowance, I have to tell you that I didn’t get one. None of us 8 kids in the family did. If we wanted our own spending money we had been told to go out and earn it, but we had better not let it interfere with our chores at home. We all had chores to do and our parents had their jobs to do outside the house.

When my parents got home from work they expected the house to be clean, the dishes washed, the evening meal cooked, or at least started and about to be ready, the laundry done and the younger ones rounded up and clean and ready for a family meal. We lived in a small town, but the town was not backward by any means. It was home to a prestigious woman’s college and even in our working class neighborhood of old large homes there were employees of the college which was located at the other end of town. I knew all of the people who lived on the block, and most everyone on the surrounding ones too. One that I knew well was Dr. Francis. He was a townie who had inherited his parents home about the time I started wandering the neighborhood at about five or six. I knew him well because my folks would sometimes take me over there to take some tests. I was told the tests were to tell them how smart I was and usually after taking one of those I would be moved up a grade or given a change of classroom when the next school year started and I’d find myself in another class of smarties, and separated from my friends from the neighborhood, and there were fewer of those every year it seemed.

I was wandering around one day, I think it was the second day of summer vacation, and I noticed one of those U-Haul trucks in the drive of the house directly behind our our house. I knew the family who had lived there had been transferred to another state and I was curious about who was moving in, and from the license plates on the U-Haul and the car in the drive it looked like they were from Connecticut, a state I had actually been in, at least once a year since I could remember, when we went to the shore to visit friends of my parents. I took up my post by the big Elm tree across the street and watched as two young men, about 20 to 25 emptied the trailer and the items packed in the car into the house. After about 20 minutes of watching them I noticed one of the men nudge the other as they were heading back out for another load. They then both looked at me and I was too embarrassed to move, but they both walked to the end of the drive and called across the street to me.

They were shirtless and really built, I mean every muscle in their chests and arms were visible and I admit that I was mesmerized by them, and when they started to talk to me I was somewhat tongue tied, but I finally swallowed and responded that I did live in the neighborhood, and yes, I’d like to help them while they were moving in. I also told them I wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers and they both nodded, introducing themselves to me as John and David Sutter, the new owners of the former Riley house. I told them I was Archie and I lived in the house just behind them with my parents and seven brothers and sisters and that I was entering the sixth grade at the end of the summer.

They showed me the boxes they had stacked in the mud room just inside the back door and I saw they had written the room on the side of the boxes so the boxes could be moved into the proper room. They asked if I could handle those and I said that I could and they went back outside to move more items into the house. I began with the stack that had “living room” written on them and lugged the first one into the front room, where a sofa and two armchairs had been placed already. There were about 4 of these boxes and by the time I had moved two of them I knew this was going to be hard work, and my mind clicked on how I could make it easier, so I scooted out side and told the guys I’d be right back and I ran into our yard and snagged the red wagon from the garage and pulled it back across the yards with me. I wrestled it into their house and began stacking the boxes for the different rooms on the first floor onto the wagon and then rolled the wagon from room to room, dropping the boxes for each room off in an out of the way corner in each room.

As the two guys carried in more stuff they noticed that I had almost finished the distribution of the first floor boxes and told me I was really resourceful and a big help. I was proud of the praise, but there were boxes still to be shifted.

There were about eight boxes marked “bedroom”. Not “John’s bedroom” or “David’s bedroom”, just “bedroom”. I wheeled the wagon to the bottom of the front stairs and lugged up the first box to the second floor. There at the end of the hall was a master bedroom, the one with a big walk in closet and it’s own shower bath, so I placed the box along the wall by the closet and then looked around the big room. I noticed an unassembled bed frame on the floor and parts of it leaning on the wall by the front window and a box spring and mattress leaning against the wall there. I knew how to assemble a bed frame, but the location was bad, they would be right up against the window, so I dragged the headboard over to the wall opposite the window and began to insert the rails into the slots on the head board, and then dragged the foot board over and inserted the rails one at a time into their slots. After that I grabbed the slats and inserted them across the rails to hold the box spring. There was no way I could have maneuvered the box spring and mattress by myself, so I went down to get more boxes and saw John and David wrangling a large bureau towards the stairs and I rolled the wagon out of their way as they began to turn in the big front hall to carry it up the stairs.

They both grunted their thanks as they were now able to carry it past me so as they took the bureau up the stairs I was able to get two more bedroom boxes and follow behind as they wrestled the big bureau up, and then down the upstairs hall to the big bedroom. They placed it on the wall by the walk in closet and I followed behind with the boxes and plunked them on top of the newly positioned bureau. They were looking at the set up bed frame and they seemed pleased with it’s position and began to place first the box spring and then the mattress on the frame. They thanked me for setting it up for them and as I left to get more boxes I saw them fall back on the mattress, one on each side and I swear they kissed as they lay there. They were still there when I returned with two more boxes and I know they kissed as I put the boxes on the bureau, I saw them, I know I did!, and my little dick got even harder and it felt like I had to pee, so I scurried down to the hall bathroom to relieve myself.

I guess I wasn’t in as much of a hurry as I thought, but eventually I did pee and flushed the toilet then washed up and returned to the first floor to get the last two bedroom boxes. I carted them to the bottom of the stairs and since they were heavier I only took one at a time and the guys were still “resting” as I delivered the last two boxes. With the last box safely deposited I turned to return to the first floor and David called to me from the bed, where he and John were now sitting up on either side of the big bed. He asked if I would be willing to help them unpack the boxes tomorrow and I told him that I sure would and then he handed me a twenty. I told him I didn’t have any change and John spoke up and said that they didn’t expect any change, that they appreciated the work I had done, and they admired the idea I had to move the boxes quicker with the wagon and I had saved them loads of time by doing that and by setting up the bed frame for them. I saw by my Timex that it was time to scoot home and help with dinner, as this week my older sister and I shared KP, so I told the guys I’d see them in the morning and dashed out for home.

Once in the kitchen my older sister Betty, she was 14 last month and was going to enter the town’s high school in the new school year, started to give me the third degree about helping the new neighbors move in. She asked a million questions about them as I browned the pork chops we were going to roast in the oven in mushroom soup sauce as she was preparing a huge salad. The potatoes were already roasting in the oven so as I explained to her all I knew was that they had moved from Connecticut and that some of the furniture had come from the farm they grew up on, and that they were brothers. I didn’t think I ought to say anything about their sleeping together or that I had seen them kissing each other. Once the chops were in the oven and the table set for us 8 kids and our father I ran up stairs and had a quick wash up while standing in the tub, as Betty said I stunk a little from all the moving I had done that afternoon.

While putting on a fresh T shit and clean shorts I carefully hid the 20 dollar bill David had given me in the folds of my stack of underwear in my drawer of the dresser I shared with my older brother Pat and our younger brother Ron. There were only three drawers in the dresser, and we each had one for our play clothes and underwear. Our youngest brother Bill had a small chest that fit under the bottom bunk where he slept, with Pat using the top bunk. Another set of bunk beds on the opposite wall was where I slept in the top bunk and our brother Ron slept in the bottom bunk under me. In the winter we would pack up our summer clothes in boxes in our closet and then the winter weight clothing stored in them now would go in our dresser and Bill’s chest. This was the medium sized bedroom and the largest was where the girls slept. They had twin sized beds, with Betty using the attached crib alcove for her bed and dresser, and the other three using the main room. They had a lot more clothes than us boys, and they were a bit more messy. Our folks used the smallest bedroom, but they were comfortable in there with a big double bed and two dressers.

During dinner that night Dad thanked Betty and I for a great meal and he saved a chop and some salad for our mother for a late night snack when she came home about eleven thirty from one of her last shifts at the hospital. When the school year started in September she was going to be the school nurse for all the different schools in our town and she would have a main office in the middle school (7^th and 8^th grades). Dad told us three older kids that sometime soon the fire chief he worked under was expected to die and that he had terminal cancer and that a lot of people who ran the town had asked him if he would become the new chief when that happened. In three years time, the state had decided that the position of chief in our state would be an elected post and that he would run for the position then, assuming he wanted it at that point. We were of course saddened by the impending death of the current chief, but dad deserved the position, as he had been there the longest and had been covering for the ailing chief since his illness had been first diagnosed in the early spring.

By that time the five youngest had been put to bed and Dad had told us three older ones that that Saturday we were having company for a backyard cookout. He explained that he had just hired a new firefighter so one would be in place to cover his shifts when he became Chief and didn’t work the night shift anymore. He explained he’d still be available to help the men out if they needed him in the night, but both he and mom would be only working days after school started. So our guests for the cookout would be the new firefighter, David Sutter, and his brother John who would be moving with him and taking a position as a 7^th grade teacher at the middle school. He said he didn’t know much about them, but that David had five or six years experience as a fire fighter and an ambulance driver and had a lot of first aid experience. His brother was a few years younger and had only been teaching for three years.

I spoke up when it seemed Dad had stopped and I told them that I had actually met them both today, and had helped them move into their new house, right behind us in the Riley’s old place and that they had also asked me to help the next day as well.

Dad seemed pleased I had helped, and that apparently I had done a good enough job to be asked to help again the next day. He did ask me something odd though, he asked what I thought of the two brothers. I didn’t even hesitate and told dad that I thought they were great. They were polite and didn’t yell and they seemed like they really appreciated my help. Dad smiled and told me not to get in their way, and to remember to lift the right way, not to hurt myself. He asked the three of us older kids to keep an eye on the younger ones on Saturday so they didn’t make pests of themselves, and to help mom and him if we saw something that needed doing to pitch in and help if we could.

That was Dad’s way, he had talked to us, gotten some information from me, and now it was time for his TV show so he had Pat turn it back on and sat to watch Laramie for the next hour. I guess I really was knackered, as I was nodding off to sleep on the couch, and Dad nudged me and told me I had better head up to bed before Mom got home and we both got told off, so I shook his hand (Dad got handshakes, Mom got the cheek kiss), and I went up and did my usual bed prep routine in the upstairs bathroom before climbing up into my bunk and falling right asleep.

Sometime during the night I drempt about John and David and when I had seen them on their bed, each of them on opposite sides, sitting there and then just flopping back, so their heads met in the middle, their heads turned to each other and kissing, and their hands caressing each others bare chest, but this time, in my dream, they called me over and one of them pulled me up and brought me in between them to join them, kissing each other and I got to rub their bare chests, and even played with their hard nipples. That was until I awoke, feeling like I had just peed my sleep shorts. I quickly sat up and realized it wasn’t pee, it was a slippery mostly clear fluid and I used a wad of tissues I kept up there in case I had to blow my nose to clean up. In the moonlight I could see Pat asleep in his top bunk across the room from me, naked as the day he was born, but his dick was hard and it stood out from his belly and it seemed to move a bit every time he breathed. It was the first time I had seen this and I was fascinated by it. I watched until I started nodding off again and fell back asleep.

In the morning Mom was up and had started one of her big breakfasts for us, as Dad had gone to the fire station already. Mom kissed our heads as we each stumbled into the kitchen and we each gave her a hug as she did. Betty and I cleaned up the kitchen after and soon everyone was off to do their own thing for the morning, everyone was expected home for lunch which Mom would make for us before she left for her shift at the hospital. As I got ready to leave by the back door Mom called out to me to bring the new neighbors home for lunch with me, she said they should get to know us a bit before the cook out in a few days.

I scurried through our back yard and into the one behind us, there were no fences, and our yards were only separated by a few trees in between, so access was easy to both yards. The new guys were just coming out to unload the last of the stuff from the U-Haul when I arrived at their driveway and John and David kidded me about being eager to start work, after we all exchanged good mornings.

Unfortunately they still had their T shirts on, but I knew that as the day got hotter they’d likely strip them off. There wasn’t much left in the truck, some rolled up rugs and several large trash bags, some hanging clothes on a pole in the front of the cargo area, and a few small tables for the living room I was told.

I told the guys that my mom expected them to come home with me for lunch as she was anxious to meet them before Saturday, and they’d get to meet dad as he seldom missed one of my mom’s lunches and he would often walk home from the fire station for them. David looked at me for a bit and asked if my last name was Blackmer and I told him it was, and that my dad was going to be his new boss, and I told John that my mom was going to be the school nurse for all the public schools in town, but her office was going to be at the middle school, where he was going to be teaching. They thought this was all good news, and they teased that their first new friend in a new town was so well connected.

I was asked to get the bags of what felt like clothing up to the middle bedroom and they would tackle the rugs and end tables. I was able to carry two bags at a time, so it only took three trips to get the bags upstairs and by then David had come up behind me and we started to unload the contents into the small dresser in that room.

That bedroom was no longer a bedroom, it was set up as a home gym. The floor was covered in some kind of rubber mat, that covered all the wood floor underneath, and there was a weight bench, a Diversified Products (DP) weight station machine, and a treadmill, all facing a mirrored wall. On the smaller wall, next to a closet door, was a small three drawer bureau and it was into this that David said we’d be putting the contents of three of the bags. He untied the tops of the bags and he put three of the six near the bureau and showed me that one of the bags held his workout clothes and another held John’s. He asked me to hand him the stacks from each of these bags and he’d arrange them in the right drawer. His stuff went into the top drawer and John’s into the second drawer, just as Pat and Ron and I had divided up out bureau at home.

It was cool handling their clothes, I mean it was stuff like jock straps and little work out shorts and tank tops, even stacks of heavy athletic socks. I had a little boner as I handed these items to David, and when we got to the third bag I saw it was all kinds of physique magazines and work out books, there were even some rolled up posters in there that David said they’d put up later in the room. I noticed that they had issues of the magazine I wanted to buy at the news stand and I snuck a peek in one as David was stacking the ones I had handed him in the drawer. Inside the magazine there were pictures of guys in tiny pouch things covering their dicks and balls, but there were some with guys who were totally naked! Some had guys touching each other! There were stories also and I guess I was staring at some of the pictures too long, because David was sitting there on the floor waiting for me to hand him the next pile, with a small smile on his face. He softly asked if I liked that one, and I admit I didn’t really hear him, but when my brain registered his deep soft voice my body shook and I felt what could have been pee oozing out the end of my little hard dick. My legs were weak and I thought I was going to fall, but I felt two big strong arms engulf me and after a hug David arose with me in his arms and took me to the bathroom off the hall.

Once in the bathroom David asked if I was alright and when I nodded, embarrassed as hell, and sure I had just wet myself, he encouraged me to undo my shorts and check out the wet spot in my briefs. I did so and found again that it wasn’t pee in my shorts, but more of that mostly clear gooey stuff I had found in my sleep shorts last night. David gave me some tissues from a box on the back of the toilet, telling me to be sure I got everything, including cleaning under my foreskin. Once that had been done I dropped them in the toilet and David flushed it. He asked me if I knew what had happened, as I put myself back together and snapped the snap on the top of my summer shorts. I told him I didn’t think I did, but it felt wonderful when it had happened.

David was crouched down, with his hand on my shoulder, and he asked me if I knew what puberty was and I told him that I had read about it and thought I was too young to begin that stuff, as I hadn’t started to get hair around my dick or under my arms as Pat had, and he was almost three years older than me. David looked at me funny and asked just how old I was. I told him that last month I had turned 10 and that Pat, my older brother, had just found some hair in his pits just a few weeks ago. David said if I was just about to go into the 6^th grade then he thought that if I was that smart, there was no problem if I was starting puberty early too. He thought I might want to discuss this with my mom, since she was a nurse, or with my doctor the next time I saw him. He also told me that maybe looking at that particular magazine should be done in private, and to not let my brothers see it, or me looking at it at home. I stared open mouthed at him, and he ruffled my hair and said that I could take that magazine home with me and when I was done with it, I could swap it out with one of the others in the drawer.

I threw my arms around his neck, telling him “Thank You”, and he said we had better get back to work. We went back into the work out room and he finished stacking the magazines in the bottom drawer and we then tackled the other three bags. One held some spray bottles and old towels and he said they were used to clean the machines after each use, so they all went on one of the built in shelves in the closet. The second bag contained old work out clothes, and David said those too should go on one of the closet shelves, telling me as we sorted and shelved them, that I might just find somethings to wear in there if I started to work out with them (I immediately got hard again!). The last bag had pieces of toweling in it, all about the size of a washcloth. He told me these also were clean up rags, but he called them cum rags and he asked me to put some in the night stand drawers in their bedroom, a handful in each on both sides of the bed. I took the two handfuls he handed me as he stayed and put the rest on the last shelf in the closet.

I took the two handfuls of rags to the bedroom and the first night stand I stopped at was closest to the door and when I opened the little drawer there were several orange elastic bands in there with a jar of Vaseline. There was enough room for the handful of rags I put in there. The night stand on the other side of the bed had the same items as the first did, but there was a crumpled up rag in there as well. When I picked it up to make way for the handful of clean rags I felt something damp and wet on it and I instinctively raised it to my nose to smell it and I swooned at the aroma I had inhaled before putting it back where I had found it.

I went back to David in the work out room and was going to ask about the wonderful smell on the rag that had been in the drawer, but he was ready to go check on John and see how he was doing, so we both went down stairs to see how he had gotten on with the rugs he had carried in.

John was standing in the living room looking down at the rug he had unrolled in there and he asked us to look at the one in the dining room he had already decided to leave in there. David and I went through to the dining room and saw a beautiful oriental in there, that reminded me of the one in our living room and the one in my parents bedroom. This one had a red back ground and it looked good with the red and white striped seat covers on their dining room chairs. David asked what I thought and I told him John had made a good choice. We then went back to the living room, and John, as he started to move furniture onto the rug there, which had a rust colored background. This one looked good with the rust colored couch and the striped arm chairs. David held up the front of the couch so John could put the edge of the rug under the front legs of the couch. We all stood back and looked at it and John asked out loud if it wasn’t too much rust color, and I piped up and told him that the trim on the couch broke up the whole scheme, in a good way, and that the room looked all grounded and cohesive now. David laughed and said he had two decorators in the house now. John took me to the kitchen and told me that we deserved a juice for all our hard work.

In the dining room John asked if I would unpack all the boxes in there into the hutch, while they gathered up all the hanging clothes out of the U-Haul and put them in the closets upstairs. I told him I could do that and so we split up, the big guys handling all the hanging clothes and I started to unpack the boxes in the dining room. I looked in the hutch first and in the cabinets on the lower level I noticed that the shelving paper had gotten messed up in the move so I went and got a damp sponge in the kitchen and wiped it all down before putting it back on the shelves in the cabinet and then started to place the stacks of plates on the shelves. There were all kinds of plates; there were dinner plates, salad plates, bread and butter plates, luncheon sized plates and platters. Soup and vegetable bowls and a big tureen went in the next section and in the third was a bunch of glasses and stemware, which I realized were the good stuff, not unlike the things my parents used for when company ate at our house in the fancy dining room we only used on Sundays when my grandma came to eat with us. John and David had a lot of stuff and when the boxes were empty I stood back and noticed that the top open shelves of the hutch had plate grooves, like the china cabinet at grandmas. I reached down and found some dinner plates and stood them in the grooves in the back of the shelves and then put a smaller plate in between.

I then took a cup and saucer and placed them in front of each big plate, and a wine glass to the side and in front of the smaller plate. With the chandelier on and the crystal interspersed with the china I thought it looked nice. John had other ideas when he saw it as he passed with an armload of clothing on hangers. He dumped his armload on a couple of dining chairs and grabbed me in a big hug, telling me it was beautiful and just as he remembered his mom having it set up when they were kids. He kissed me on the forehead and then called to David to come see what I had done in the dining room.

David came in and stood there, staring at the hutch and took me in and gave me another hug and told me that it was just as he remembered from when they were kids, before they became so rambunctious that his mom had stored everything in the cabinets below, afraid that one of her precious wedding gifts would be broken. He asked how I knew how to set it all up and I just shrugged and told them that it just seemed right to me to set it up this way.

By the time they had stowed all the hangered clothing in the proper closet upstairs, and I had carted all the empty boxes out to their garage, I noticed it was time to get ready to go home for lunch. I found the guys laying on their bed, just like yesterday, across the top of the bed, one on each side, feet on the floor, heads meeting in the middle, and sharing a kiss. I threw another boner, but silently watched them for a moment before coughing loud and telling them we should get cleaned up a bit before going to lunch.

They sprang up and stripped off the T shirts they had been wearing and they shared a deodorant stick and each put on a short sleeved button up shirt and I went to the hall bathroom and washed my hands, and used some tissues to clean out my damp undershorts and my foreskin again. By the time I was finished they were too and when I saw they had combed their hair I told them they both looked older and they chased me out of the house. As we walked across the back yards David asked if seeing them kiss bothered me, and I told him that it sure did, I had had to clean out my shorts again before I washed up for lunch. He and John chuckled and rubbed my head, but asked me to keep whatever I saw in their house private between us. I looked up at them and told them of course, what did they think, I was some sort of kid or something? We were all laughing as we entered our back porch and Mom was standing at the back door with a big smile on her face.

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