Published: 22 Nov 2018

Mom met us at the back door and I introduced her to John and David as she ushered us into the kitchen to the aroma of roast turkey and dressing. Not the holiday stuff, that was much more complex and delicious, this was everyday stuff that only required the basics to prepare. Mom was making hot turkey and stuffing open faced sandwiches for lunch which at first brought a smile to my face, and then I realized there would be a slew of washing up to do after lunch. Mom must have seen the look on my face as she leaned down and whispered that I would have both Betty and Ron to help in the washing up. I was glad to see the huge farm table in the kitchen set for lunch, at least it wouldn’t be the good dishes we used when other company was here. Just as we were telling Mom about today’s work Dad arrived, surrounded by the younger kids who had apparently been playing in the front yard waiting for him. While Mom poured iced tea for the adults Dad greeted David and introduced himself and the little ones to John and David both. Pat and Betty came in then and after helping the younger ones clean up we all sat down to one of my favorite meals. Everyone chatted around the table as lunch progressed, and John and David both told us stories about growing up on the farm their parents had owned and how they had continued to live there as John completed his teaching degree and David took newly formed EMT classes at the same local college they had both attended. Their parents had been older when they were born about three years apart, and they had both passed away when they were still in college. David had been hired as a firefighter and ambulance driver for the big town near their farm, and John had taught seventh grade English at their town’s middle school before the job openings had occurred here in our town and they decided to move when both were offered positions after their interviews.

An hour later lunch was about over and Dad had to get back to the firehouse and most of the kids had stuff to do, so Mom sat and chit chatted to Dave and John as Betty and Ron and I took care of the washing up as Pat took care of taking out the trash and putting the garbage out in the in-ground garbage pail, those would be my chores next week when we all rotated chores again. By the time we had cleaned up Mom and the guys had determined that they could bring hot dog and hamburger buns for the cook out on Saturday, and if John was going to insist, he could bring a bowl of cole slaw. She warned them it was supposed to be hot so they better bring or wear their swim suits as they expected to have the pool open all afternoon.

We had a rather large above ground pool in the yard, but we could only use it when the adults were around, or an adult or two who didn’t mind watching us 8 kids in the pool. As we three walked back to the brother’s new house they talked to me about how organized my family was and I told them that Dad had always said we were like a barrel of monkeys and he and Mom felt like zoo keepers sometimes, but they both said that when we had reached the age of reason, 7, we were given reasonable chores for our age and we became the zoo keepers for the younger ones.

We spent most of the afternoon getting the boxes in the living room unpacked and setting up the TV in there. This was when people still had antennas on their roofs and it was always a chore to get it positioned right to get the most reception on the set in the house. I was small and agile, and had helped my dad adjust ours a few times, so when the set was turned on after David hooked it up and John said he thought it was good enough, I told them that there was a big extension ladder in their garage and I bet I could get them an even better picture and a few more channels too. David went out to the garage and sure enough, there was a big ladder there the Riley’s had left behind as their new house in a different town was a ranch and they wouldn’t need the big ladder.

I showed David where to set the ladder up so I could reach the antenna easily and I scampered up and using a screw driver I loosened up the clips holding it steady on the pole and adjusted it to copy the placement of our antenna which I knew got us seven channels and real clear and sharp too. I tightened it up again and when we went inside John flipped the channels and sure enough, there were seven sharp channels with clear sound. They told me that they had never had good reception at their farm and they were so glad I was such a good neighbor and friend.

That afternoon we got most everything in it’s new place in the house and just before I was off to help Betty in the kitchen David game over to me and handed me a rolled up magazine in a mailing tube. He warned me again about not letting anyone else see it and told me to take it easy and not to try to do the whole thing in one night. He then hugged me and told me that if I had any questions to come to him, or John, and they would answer as best they could. When I went to say goodnight to John he told me the same thing and he hugged me too, telling me I had done a wonderful job for them and if I wanted I could come over the next afternoon to help him make the cole slaw for the cook out the following day.

As soon as I got home I rushed up the stairs and hid the tube under my blankets in my bunk, along with a flashlight I had for reading in bed at night. I then went back down to the kitchen and helped Betty with dinner. After dinner it was the usual evening spent watching some TV with my brothers and sisters and Dad, but when it came time for the younger ones to go to bed, I feigned fatigue and shook Dad’s hand and told him I was pooped and was going to hit the hay. After good nights were exchanged with Betty and Pat I got ready for bed and was soon snug in my bed, flashlight on and perusing the magazine David and John had lent me.

At first I looked at the pictures. They would not be considered “dirty” pictures today, more like “art” pictures. There was no intercourse shown of any type, but the male couples looked so nice together, and the looks between them were somewhat adoring, hands were paced strategically on each other’s bodies in a rather casual way, but boy did the imagination run wild in my brain as I looked at them. The second time I went through it I started reading some of the stories. Some of the stuff I read had me oozing from my dick head more than what I had been doing as I looked at the pictures! The stories were much more explicit than the pictures. The stories were about hand jobs, blow jobs, intercourse (butt and face fucking) all taking place in gyms, locker rooms, playing fields, even the showers at a high school locker room. One story was about a man who had given the muscular pilot of a plane a blow job in the tiny restroom on the plane. That same man then checked into a hotel after they had landed and the pilot came to his room and they had anal intercourse, with both of them taking turns. The very next picture showed two naked men hugging, and the tips of their hard dicks were just showing out the back of each other’s legs. I had the shivers for a while after thinking about that and there was a lot of slimy juice to mop up after that one. I decided to save the rest for another time, and I had just put the magazine and the flashlight away when Pat came in the room and got ready to hop in his bunk.

He stripped naked and hopped up into his bunk and just like last night he lay there with his dick hard and when he thought everyone else in the room was asleep I watched as he moved his hand up and down on his hard dick ans soon there was a deep moan from him and a couple of spurts of white goo shot out the head of his dick! I watched as he scooped up some of it and sucked it off his fingers and the rest of it he mopped up with a couple of tissues. He just lay there after tossing the tissues into the wastebasket on the floor at the end of the bunks and fell asleep. After a few minutes I silently went down my ladder and smelt the tissues he had tossed and they smelt very much like the rag I had found in the drawer of David’s night stand. My curiosity sated I crept up my ladder again and crawled into bed and was soon asleep myself.

By mid morning I was bored and had tried to read one of the 6^th grade books, but I was obsessed by what I had read and seen last night, so I wrote down some questions for John and David to occupy my time until I just had to go over there. I went out the back door and made my way to their back door and I stood on the stoop there and rapped on the back door. I could hear muffled voices from inside and one was coming closer and I distinctly heard John saying he hoped it was Archie, as he had some chores to do and he wanted to take me with him. He stood at the door in just a short pair of workout briefs and welcomed me into the house. He explained that after the great lunch at our house yesterday he and David had had a bit extra exercising to do today and he was about to go shower, but he had some errands to do today before getting started on the cole slaw for the next days picnic cook out and he wanted me to call home and ask my mom if I could go with him and show him how to get to where he had to go. I told him I’d like that and he went up to shower and get ready to go. I was on their kitchen phone with Mom when David came downstairs to get a glass of juice. He hadn’t seen me yet and as I was thanking Mom for letting me go with John, David had poured himself a juice and I was struck dumb. All he had on was a jockstrap. A very full jockstrap. The pouch was very thin cotton and I could make out his big dick and balls through the very thin material. He seemed surprised to see me and he came over to me and gave me one of those full body hugs and I ended up shivering again and I felt the wetness in my briefs. My hands had gone around him in the hug and I felt the tops of his butt cheeks in my hands. I’m sure he felt me grip them as I had another emission. He kissed the top of my head and told me to go clean up again in the upstairs hall bathroom. I kissed his cheek and ran up the stairs as he followed.

While I cleaned up my briefs yet again(oh, not the same briefs, this was a clean pair I had put on just this morning!)David was getting into the shower in their small bathroom as John was getting dressed in the bedroom and I could hear them talking, but not what was said. When I was done I went down to their kitchen and sat at the table to wait for John. He was down a moment or two later and he had a street map of the area and had picked out where he thought he had to go to make sure the electric was switched into their names, where he had to go to switch their car insurance over, and where they both had to go to change their driver’s licenses over to our state ones. He also had to go to one of the two big grocery stores in town.

I told him I could direct him to all those places, but being Summer we had better get a move on, as the license place wasn’t open all day in the Summer, and being Friday neither was the car insurance place either. He called up the stairs to David, telling him to get a wiggle on as they only had an hour to get to the registry of motor vehicles as it closed at noon and the insurance office closed at 2 on Friday afternoons.

David came barreling down the stairs and we all rushed out to their car and I directed John to the bridge that connected our town with the city at the end of the bridge. On our end of the ridge, right on the corner, was the electric company, which was a very quick stop and then I directed them to drive across the bridge. It was a direct line to the registry office and we all rushed in to get in line. I had been there twice before when my parents had to register our newer station wagon, and once when my dad had to renew his license. They each had to fill out forms and produce something that said they lived in our town and thankfully John had a copy of their deed for the new house and they soon were having their pictures taken and about 5 minutes later we were on our way, the guys with their new licenses and me with my new friends.

Once the insurance was taken care of we dropped David off at the house and John and I went to the big grocery store half way across town, where we got three cabbages, some slaw dressing, a handful of carrots and a small basket of cranberrys. John had a few other items he and David would need over the weekend so we were there about an hour or so. It would have taken a lot less, but in just about every aisle we ran into someone who knew me and I had to introduce John to them. John teased that everyone knew me, and I told him that my parents knew a lot of people, and with there being eight of us kids, we kind of stood out in town.

There was a Friendly’s in that shopping center and John suggested we eat lunch there and I asked what about David, and John said not to worry, we’d take him home something. We grabbed a booth and he asked if a fribble and a small cheeseburger was alright and I told him yes, but I should call my mom and let her know, so while he placed our order I went to the pay phone and called home and let my mom know we were running late but had just finished the running around and John had asked me to join him for Friendly’s before we went to make the cole slaw. She told me to be good and have a nice time and I’d see her in the morning. I told her I loved her and I’d see her later.

We had a great lunch, he acted more like a kid than I did, and just like the grocery store, people kept coming to our booth to say hi to me, so I had to introduce them to John. He seemed impressed that so many knew me and I just shrugged it off. Soon we were on our way and John asked me to hold the bag with David’s lunch. When we again arrived in their driveway David was cleaning the U-Haul and when he saw the bag from Friendly’s he raced over and took it and inhaled the aroma and began to eat his fries right there as John and I collected our shopping from the back seat and began to tote it into the house as David followed, still munching fries.

We sorted the groceries and John put things where he wanted them and then we both washed up and began the cole slaw making process. I rinsed the cabbages after John halved them and we took turns using a grater to shred the halves. We both washed the raw carrots and then John showed me how to grate those. We then combined everything in a large mixing bowl and we added chopped cranberries to the mix. John offered me a forkful when I old him I had never had cole slaw with cranberries in it and it was delicious! There was a sort of sweet tang to it and I told him I liked it a lot. He placed some plastic film over the top of the now full bowl and placed it in the fridge for the cook out tomorrow. We then went looking for David and he was in the work out room, in a really tiny pair of shorts and a tank top, laying on the weight bench and lifting a barbell. John said that looked like a good idea and he stripped off right there and I saw his bare butt and his big dick! As he was getting his work out clothes from his drawer I noticed David looking mostly at him, but I caught him looking my way too. The bulge in the front of his shorts was a lot bigger than it was when John and I had come upstairs. I watched as John got his jock strap on and I finally realized how that contraption worked. I’d never seen an adult with one on before, only my brother Pat when he started playing baseball in the 7^th grade, and he certainly didn’t fill the pouch up like John did, nor did the straps in the back hold his skinny butt the way John’s did. John’s straps were almost hidden in the back as his full butt cheeks were almost hiding the bottoms of the straps. That was when I saw David licking his full lips with his wet tongue, and groping the big bulge in the front of his tiny workout shorts. John had quickly finished and offered to “spot” for David and he stood at the end of the bench with the brackets to hold the barbell, his crotch resting on the cross bar as David reclined again on the bench and resumed his lifting. John explained that his hands were only resting on the bar in case David somehow lost his grip. This way John could grab the bar and keep it from falling onto David and crushing his throat, or his head. I absorbed all this as I watched the muscles in David’s chest heave, the muscles in his big arms strain and bulge rose and fell with each rise and fall of the barbell. Even his neck muscles flexed and I noticed his tummy did too and then I saw that that huge bulge in his shorts had gotten bigger and his huge dick was laying along his groin area, pushing up the waistband of his shorts and by moving only a foot to the side I could see right up the right pants leg of his shorts and see that not only did David fill his pouch, but it was so full that one of his balls had escaped his pouch and every time he lifted the ball would move up and when he brought the barbell down it would relax and fall to it’s resting location on the side of his big hairy thigh muscle. I was mesmerized and stared at all the muscle movement in front of me and wasn’t even aware of the reactions I was experiencing, until John came over and engulfed me in his strong arms as my body did that shaking thing again and there was definitely wet goo in my undershorts again.

David and John both asked if I was OK and I told them it had happened again and I went to the hall bathroom and cleaned up again. When I had thoroughly cleaned, and had a piss and a wash up I returned to the room to see the brothers sitting together on the bench. Before they could say anything I apologized for doing that just about every time I saw them, and I was sure they thought I was a big baby or something. They both gestured for me to sit with them and they assured me that they were not upset, despite my embarrassed tears, instead they found it totally flattering that I found them so sexy that I shot off around them. They calmly told me that I was just beginning puberty and understood what was going on and if I had questions I was too embarrassed to ask anyone else I could ask them.

One of them asked if it had happened any other times and I tearfully told them about my nighttime ones and about how I felt while looking at and reading the magazine David had loaned me and when I had seen Pat rubbing his dick and the white stuff had come out and how he had wiped it up with tissues and they smelt so good to me I almost swooned again. They each had an arm around my shoulders, hugging me as I sat between them, and they both assured me that all this was normal, it’s just that everything was happening so quickly with me and all at once, that as my body matured everything would be easier to deal with. They explained I’d have much more control over my body then and that I’d learn to pleasure myself just as I had seen Pat do. David said he had taught John about this and look how good he turned out, he told me that they still practiced what he had taught him at least once a day if not more. I asked if when I matured if they would teach me too, and they said they’d guide me as best they could without actually getting involved physically. They explained that men should not touch younger men down there or they could get arrested and put in jail. I certainly didn’t want David or John to go to jail, to be taken away from me just when they had moved here, so I assured them I wouldn’t say or do anything to put them in jeopardy.

The cookout the next day was a success in a few ways. One of Mom’s aunts was on the school board and she and Uncle Ralph had been invited, along with Doctor Francis from across the street from John and David’s and his wife and college aged son. The best invitees, in my estimation, were Captain Harris, a young 35 year old policeman who lived with his son Brian, who was in my class next year and had been living with his dad in the apartment block up two blocks away, on the way to downtown. They had moved there when Captain Harris’s wife took off with another man and the Captain divorced her and kept custody of his son. I liked these two guys, they were nice and were two of the only guys I knew to wear Speedo swim suits in our pool, you know, those tight silky suits like the Olympic swimmers and divers wore.

David and John showed up at our backyard almost as soon as Pat and I started to arrange the three picnic tables we had and Betty was covering them with the oil cloth table cloths and setting out trays of condiments on each. Dad was chopping up big chunks of ice he had bought in the big city. He was setting up the drinks coolers, one with beer, one with sodas, and one with a big jug of water you could pour out of through a spout. I had the job of making sure there were paper cups stacked nearby all the time, and Pat had to make sure the trash bins were kept a watch on so they didn’t overflow. He could carry them to the big trash barrels behind our garage and dump them into the big barrels.

Dad greeted David and John with a beer for each and they started kibitzing right away. Mom had us older ones bringing out the plastic utensils and placing an assortment of forks knives and spoons in coffee cans on each table. Dad had a whole mess of roasting potatoes on one of the charcoal grills and the other was for the hot dogs and hamburgers for us kids and Dad’s pride and joy, his kettle cooker, was ready to receive the steaks he would grill for the adults. Dad and Mom asked me to make sure John and David were introduced to everyone they hadn’t already met. When Dr. Francis and his wife and son arrived I introduced them to their new neighbors and Dr. Francis explained to them he was head of the early education department at the college, not a medical doctor, and he was very familiar with my family, especially me as he had the joy to evaluate me every year and make grade suggestions to my parents and my school. He and his wife and son were family favorites, as I guess we were to them, as we spent almost as much time with them as we did with even our relatives.

The next to arrive was Aunt Alice and Uncle Ralph so I introduced them to John and David and I told John that Aunt Alice was one of his bosses, as she was on the school board. They immediately hit it off and I was leading David to Captain Harris and Brian as they came around the side of the house. The Captain shook my hand and I introduced him to David, telling him that David was starting on Monday as the new ambulance driver and full time fireman, taking my dad’s shifts. Since they would have to work together sometimes it was good to see they were getting along. Brian and I shook hands and then he spotted John and asked who he was. I told him that he was David’s brother and was the new 7^th grade English teacher.

Sometime during the afternoon the little kids wanted to go in the pool so Brian and Betty and I went to help them get in their swim suits and by the time we returned to the yard Pat had verified that there would be at lest two adults on the pool deck or actually in the pool with us. Actually there were more than two as Bert Francis joined us in a rather baggy suit and Captain Harris and David and John all joined us. I had to stay in the mid section so my hard dick wouldn’t be too obvious in my tight low rise trunks, and believe me, there was a lot to make me get hard. Brian and his dad both had those skimpy Speedos on and to my surprise, so did John and David. Dad had put on a suit similar to mine as did Pat. Pat was talking to Bert about college life and John and David were tossing my younger siblings around and were soon joined by Brian’s dad.

While I was enjoying the sight of these muscular adults tossing the little ones around Brian sidled up to me and we watched together for a bit before he said out loud that it was amazing how some bodies developed into real studs. I answered him that I knew just what he meant. He turned to look at me and then I felt his hand reaching for mine under the water. I felt his hand hold mine and I acknowledged it by rubbing my thumb over his knuckles. While we were still holding hands David caught my eye and winked at me! I know I blushed, but I also know I had a big smile on my face, as did Brian.

The rest of the cookout was a happy blur to me and the very next day Brian called the house, after dinner, and asked to talk to me! I was so proud to be getting a phone call, especially not one from a relative, wishing me a Happy Birthday, or something, but a friend calling to chat. We did chat for a while, but his purpose in calling became quite clear as he blurted out that he wanted me to sleep over at his house the next time his dad had the following day off, which would be this coming Tuesday night. I asked him to stay on the line and I ran and asked my folks, as they were both off that Sunday evening and they both told me that would be alright with them, so I dashed back to the phone in the hall and told Brian it was OK at my end. We chatted for what I thought was a little while, but it must have been longer, as Betty came up to me and said I was hogging the phone, as she had a call to a friend she just had to make. I invited Brian to stop by the next afternoon, and told him if I wasn’t home to come to David and John’s house, just behind us. He agreed and we said our goodbyes.

John had asked me to help him in the yard on Monday, as David was working his first day shift at the fire station that day and John thought that now that the house was set up he should do something about their yard and the big garden area on the other side of the house from us. Mom reminded me to drink plenty of water if John and I were to be working in the yard and garden the next day as I gave her her hug and a cheek kiss as I said my good nights to the folks in the living room, and when I shared a handshake with dad he told me I was right in my assessment of John and David, that he really liked them and he thought they’d make good older friends for me, but don’t make a pest out of myself over there. He told me to let them decide when they wanted me around. I assured him I would, and that now I had Brian as a friend, and even if he was a little older, we’d still be in the same class in school, and hopefully we’d find things to do too.

The next day, after I took the breakfast trash out and helped Pat and Ron a bit in the kitchen cleanup, it was their turn this week, I scooted over to see if John was ready to start the yard work and he answered the back door in his workout shorts and sneakers, his chest bare and heaving, as he had just finished his morning workout and had come down to grab a glass of juice. He invited me in and said he would probably change into some sturdier cut offs before we started and so he went up to change and I waited in the kitchen. When he came back he had a pair of cut offs on alright, but I don’t think he had any underwear on because I could see the shape of his big dick in the big pouch of his jeans and his big butt really filled out the back of his shorts and I couldn’t see the top of underwear as we worked in the flower beds around the house, pulling weeds and John digging up some plants and moving them to better places around the house. Once he said the foundation plantings were done we stopped for glasses of water and we talked about the cook out on Saturday and he asked if I had seen Brian yesterday, and I told him no, but he had called me last night and we talked for a long time and he had asked me to sleepover his house Tuesday night. John told me that was great, he thought Brian and I would be good friends. All this talk about Brian had my little dick hard and I told John that Brian would probable be around soon, as he said he’d stop by today and he could help us get the garden cleaned up. John thought was was great, but we should probably get started so someone didn’t think we sat around all day.

Brian did show up about a half hour later and he did help us weed the large garden and for our hard work John gave us two rows in the fenced off garden. He told us we could keep what was planted already, or donate all of it to the new community garden, or just take some of the plantings out and intersperse what we wanted, whatever we wanted. Brian told him that we would check it out and get back to him, and he told us it was our two rows, whatever we wanted we could do, and if we needed a ride to the local nursery he would take us. I grabbed my notebook off the patio table and Brian and I made a list of the plants that were in both rows and drew a diagram of what was where. John brought us out glasses of water and Brian and I sat there discussing the vegetables, what we liked, what we knew our families liked and how much of each 40 foot row should we change to accommodate our families use of the various vegetables. We then thanked John again and we washed up the glasses we had used and went to the front hall of my house. There Mom and Dad, both voracious readers, had set several bookcases along the very long hall and it was there we attacked the Funk and Wagnals encyclopedia, looking for the growing seasons of the vegetables already planted, and the growing seasons for the few not planted that we thought we would like to plant and also some fruits we both agreed we would like to grow. With the exception of some blue berry and strawberry plants we wanted to add we pretty much decided to keep the plants we already had, but there were definitely some we would thin out and that would give us several well started plants to donate to the community garden. So with our plan written down we went back to the fenced in garden and began to transplant some into better spots, and to thin out some of the others, carefully placing the transplanted vegetables to be donated in a cut down box that would make them easily transportable.

John had washed up by then and had put on what I would call regular clothes and was looking over our plans and the research we had done and looking into what we were donating. He told us he was extremely impressed with our research and how we were going about thinning out the too densely planted patches and we showed him how by thinning out the remaining plants it should produce a larger yield with larger produce on the remaining plants. John left to go back in the house and returned in a very short amount of time in his cut offs and began to work on the remaining 5 rows. When Brian and I finished our two rows we went and began helping John and in two hours we had five containers of plants we could donate and a much more manageable garden to maintain. John had been crouched down, separating some radish plants and Brian nudged me and nodded to John and there, out the right leg of his shorts was one of the biggest uncut dicks I was ever to see. Brian said he had seen a horse out on one of the neighboring farms and the horse was smaller than John in the dick department! I started to laugh at that and John asked us what was so funny and I told him that if he was going to farm he should learn to close the barn door before working in the garden, or was that a new way to make holes for the plants he was planning to move around.

He looked at us with a very quizzical expression on his face and then he looked down and saw what we had seen and stood up real quick and tried to stuff everything into the pouch of his shorts. He was beet red with embarrassment and once everything was put back in place we went and hugged him, both of us, saying we wish we had that problem. He apologized profusely but we told him it really did look like a big root trying to get back in the ground. He went in to change again and we followed to wash up in the kitchen sink. Once John was back downstairs we gathered up the boxes of plants to be donated in John’s car and he drove us to the community garden down along the waterfront park by the river. One of the ladies there came up to the car when we had parked and I hopped out and greeted her. She was the wife of one of the firefighters and I’d known her for most of my life. I introduced John and Brian to her and we explained what we had been up to and the plants we wanted to donate to her garden. She thanked us all and accepted the five boxes of vegetables and another woman came and brought the boxes to the group of volunteers and as we pulled away we saw them all pitching in and replanting what we had donated.

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