Published: 29 Nov 2018
We left the community garden and John drove up the hill and he pulled into the parking lot of the nursery. We all three went in and we went right to the fruit section where Brian and I picked out two blueberry bushes for the end of one row and two strawberry bushes for the end of the second row. They were not that expensive and I was thankful that I had remembered to snag the twenty dollar bill I had hidden in my drawer at home before we had taken off. John also chose some new bushes for his rows and a box of starter plants of an assortment of herbs he said he could cook with. At checkout I proudly presented my twenty dollar bill to pay for the small bushes Brian and I had picked out, but John said to put my money away, both Brian and I had earned those bushes and he was proud to buy them for us.
Once back at David and John’s we went and planted our purchases and when Brian and I were done with ours we went and helped John with his. Brian had to go home and start his dad’s dinner, but he said he’d stop at my house in the morning and we’d put our heads together and plan our sleepover which would occur that night. I felt like it so I hugged him goodbye and told him I was really looking forward to our sleepover. He hugged me back and told me he was too and then he ran off across the yard and through ours and he was gone. John and I watered the garden and the foundation plantings and then I gathered up my notebook to get ready to go home and I went to John and hugged him goodbye also and I received a very nice hug from him before I left to go home.
That night at dinner, where everyone rehashed their day, I told about the vegetable garden and how John had given two rows to Brian and I for helping him and how we had donated 5 boxes of plants to the community garden. Mom and Dad were quite pleased and asked when we could expect to see some of the produce from the garden and I told them about Brian and I researching in the encyclopedia and we figured that by the end of July we could be eating fresh veggies from the garden.
That night I had one of those dreams again, you know, one of those messy ones. This time when we saw John’s dick hanging from his shorts he let us rub him there and he ended up shooting the white stuff out, watering the plants with it. In the dream David came home just as John was watering the plants and he stood behind John, real close, and helped John spray the plants by holding onto John’s dick and using it as a hose. When John finished David undid his fly and pulled out an even bigger hose and he let Brian and I prime it for him until he too started to water the plants with his stream of white stuff as John stood behind him and guided his hose over the plants. After I had wiped up all I could I settled in again and looked over at Pat and there he was again, lying there naked and his dick sticking up like a flag pole. It was a nice memory to fall asleep to.
The sleepover at Brian’s was even better than I could have wished for. Brian and I made a nice dinner for his dad and when Captain Harris arrived home it was ready and waiting for him. We had made the pork chop dish Betty and I had made just last week as all you needed for that was a can of mushroom soup and the pork chops and we had a salad and chunky home fries as they had a few boiled potatoes left over in their fridge. After dinner Captain Harris changed and we went to my house and Captain Harris and my dad opened the pool and we swam with them and my younger brothers and sisters for a while. Captain Harris again wore that Speedo again, and so did Brian. I got in line for Captain Harris to throw me as Brian had my dad throw him. Captain Harris was pretty hairy, as was my dad, but they both had great muscles and I could tell Captain Harris was uncut like me after his suit got wet.
After swimming for about an hour and a half Brian and I, with his father, went the two blocks over to their apartment. They had a one bath apartment with two bedrooms which was the norm back then. When we arrived the Captain told us to shower to get the chlorine off our skin and he would shower after us. As we showered together Brian offered to wash my back, and I washed his to thank him. While we were washing Brian asked if I would wash his front too, so I did, and I ran my soapy hands around his crotch area, and while he wasn’t as big as Pat was, he grew to almost that size within half a minute of me “washing” him down there. I had never touched another dick before, and I loved playing with it, until Brian started gasping and a couple of globs of white stuff shot out the end of his dick while I was washing his balls. He held on to my shoulders as he did and then he kissed me! On The Lips! It felt wonderful, but not as wonderful as when he turned me around and did the same “washing” technique on me. He said he had never played with an uncut dick before. After washing all around my dick he began to wash my balls and that’s when I shot my first load of the white stuff. I grabbed his head and gave him the best kiss I could and we were starting to get pruney so we turned off the water and got dried and dressed.
The Captain was waiting out side the door and asked if we were sure we got everything clean and we told him we sure had. He smiled at us and then went and took his own shower. He was in there quite a while, and by the time he was done Brian and I were ready for bed. There wasn’t really anything we wanted to stay up to watch on their TV so we both got good night hugs from the Captain and off we went to Brian’s room.
Brian said we could talk privately in there because his dad’s bedroom was at the other end of the hall with the bathroom and living room in between. We were going to share his double bed and I was just a little nervous about that but I saw that Brian had a whole box of tissues on one of his night stands, so I relaxed somewhat. We both crawled into the bed and we met in the middle, both of us on our backs and then I asked Brian if I could kiss him again and he said he had been about to ask me if he could kiss me, so we turned on our sides and began to kiss each other and in doing that we were both rubbing our hands over the others body. I kept saying how good it felt and he kept saying he felt the same. After kissing for a while we lay in each others arms and he asked when I had started shooting cum and I had to think about that and I asked if he meant the white stuff and he nodded, so I told him that I’d been oozing out the clear stuff for a while, but tonight was the first time for the white stuff. I asked him how long he had been making the white stuff and he said for a few weeks now, but it was more fun when I made him shoot, and I got another kiss from him and this time we were rubbing against each other and it felt so good that we kept it up while we were kissing and we both made more white stuff come out while we were doing that. Brian reached out and handed me some tissues and some for himself.
We talked a bit more after we had cleaned ourselves up and we talked about if we were queer or not and we decided that whatever we were, we liked each other a lot, and if we had to hide it from other people we would, and we would make time to be together as much as we could. We also talked about us being in the same class and we decided that would make it easier for us to be together, even if we couldn’t kiss or even hold hands until we were in private. I didn’t say anything about John and David then, even though Brian felt we were the only ones we knew who were like us.
The next morning we had just finished another round of kissing and making each other shoot out more white stuff when there was a knock on the bedroom door and Captain Harris was telling us that breakfast was in 15 minutes so we had better get up and get dressed. We scrambled to get clean in the bathroom and then get dressed and we made it in time to help Mr. Harris finish up the pancakes he was making and the three of us sat to eat. While eating he asked how we slept and we both told him we slept like logs and he said he thought he’d take us to Mountain Park, a well known amusement park across the river and on the outskirts of the city. We were so stoked and Mr. Harris just laughed and said he liked the park too and he was happy to say that a friend of his had agreed to come with us.
The friend of his was a new officer that I hadn’t met before, but Brian said he was a cool guy and I’d like him. When we picked him up about an hour later I realized I might not have met him, but I had seen him before, in fact he was one of those guys in the muscle magazine that David had lent me just the other day, and I had seen a whole lot of him and the back side of a hairy guy getting a massage from him. I’d check later, but that hairy guy looked a lot like Captain Harris. Brian introduced me to this muscle god and I learned his name was Carl Adams and he came across as really friendly and someone we all would have a fun time with today.
We got to the park and Mr. Harris paid all our admission fees. Once in we went on several rides and I noticed a lot of groups of men and young men in the park and Carl and Mr. Harris were getting looked at a lot, especially as they had taken off their shirts and all they had on were these skimpy tank tops. One thing good about that was I got a real good look at the Captain’s shoulders and the pattern of the hairs and a small scattering of freckles there. Brian and I wanted to ride the roller coaster again but the Captain and Carl said they’d wait for us. As the cars came to their final stop at the end we both noticed a small group of muscle guys talking with Mr. Harris and Carl as they waited for us and as we approached Carl nudged Mr. Harris and they said their goodbyes to the others and came to meet us. We were just idly wandering around, or so I thought, when we came alongside the big event pavilion. It was a large place where singers and other acts would perform and a whole lot of picnic tables under the roof for the audience to watch from, all arranged for a good view of the stage by every table.
While we were passing Carl said he had something to do and he suggested we get some sodas and snacks and watch the show until he returned to us. Mr. Harris didn’t seem surprised at all and he led us to the concession stands where we got sodas and some snacks and found a good table. Once seated I could see the poster on an easel on the stage, announcing a Mr. New England Jr contest to be held that afternoon. I was beyond speechless, and filled with anticipation. When his dad went to the restroom I pointed out the sign to Brian and only had to wait a few seconds for it all to sink in. In about 20 minutes there would be a bunch of nearly naked young men strutting and posing right in front of us. As he stared at me I grabbed a handful of napkins out of the dispenser on the table and shoved them down the front of my underwear, and when Brian realized what I was doing, he too grabbed a handful and after looking around, to make sure no one was watching, he did the same. I guess we both had looks of total relief on our faces because when we caught each others eyes we burst out laughing.
Shortly after Mr. Harris returned and told us that Carl had actually asked him to drive him here today and my sleeping over had prompted him to bring us with them. It was revealed that Carl had competed last year and came in second, and that there was a really good chance he could win this year, so we’d all have someone to root for as he was considered the favorite to win this year. A few minutes later an announcer came out and about 20 young men followed in gym shorts and tank tops. The third guy in the row was Carl and he had a big number 12 on his shirt, and the others all had numbers pinned on theirs too. They began with some exercises, some doing calisthenics and some doing dead lifts with dumbbells and soon they all switched up. We could tell even from our seats that Carl had a better physique than most of the others and very shortly the contestants were off the stage and they started coming out in smaller groups and only had on really skimpy posing straps, you know, like small thin colorful jockstraps. They were now all oiled up and they were given several poses to do, and then the next group was called out and the poses went on until the judges had picked ten, and it went on again until the judges had narrowed it down to three. Each time Carl had been chosen, and each time he came out his pouch looked fuller, and his nipples looked harder and bigger. By the time it was time to judge the final three I had already oozed into the napkins, and I could tell Brian did too. At the end it was Carl who won and he had to stand there and have his picture taken by about a dozen or two camera men and several people from the audience as well. Mr. Harris had filmed everything with his movie camera, and had taken quite a few snapshots as well.
We waited about a half hour before a dressed and clean Carl came and found us and Mr. Harris gave him a hug and congratulated him, so Brian and I did too. Carl had a big trophy and several envelopes which he said were offers from photographers. I asked if we had time for Brian and I to go to the bathroom and Mr. Harris told us to make it quick, not like this morning, and Brian and I took off to flush the soggy napkins and maybe to take a piss. We weren’t snooping or anything, but there in the last booth were two pairs of legs. One had pants down around their ankles, and right in front of them was the bare muscular legs with a tiny green posing strap around the ankles. There was a lot of moaning and one voice saying something like, “Oh God You’re so Fucking Hot!”. We skedaddled out of there. We were tying to figure out what we had just seen when we got back to the table and there were a bunch of people around Carl, congratulating him and shaking his hand. Brian’s dad saw us and motioned to Carl we should go so he excused himself and we four left the pavilion and decided to leave for home, as both the Captain and his trainee had work in the morning and I had to be home for dinner with my family.
There were other sleepovers that summer. Brian and I would camp out in our backyard or if it was raining we’d put sleeping bags on the living room floor if we were at my house. Often we’d be at his house, and we often saw Carl over there and sometimes he and Brian’s dad had sleepovers too. I was spending time at the corner library, doing the required summer reading along with Brian, but I often read ahead in some of the 6th and seventh grade books at the library while Brian read chapters I’d already read. A couple of times a week we’d go to the garden at David and John’s and tend our two rows, and often John and David’s too. Once or twice a week I’d have a visit with John and David after dinner, and I swapped out a different fitness magazine each time. I found the articles very informative, and I shared blow jobs and hole fingering with Brian, but the best was when we read about French kissing, and sucking on each others tongue. We didn’t think we were ready for cornholing or rimming just yet, but we knew that those were in our future.
My dad started to call Brian and I Frick and Frack and Mon explained that they were cartoon characters before our time. Essentially we became one unit and we were often eating at each others house too. About once a week we were invited to eat dinner with John and David and it was there we were able to ask questions about things we couldn’t find by looking them up at the library or the encyclopedia. When I finally brought the first borrowed magazine back one evening to John and David I showed them the picture of Carl and Mr. Harris in it, for I had shown it to Brian and he verified it was his father’s bare backside Carl was nude massaging in the photo. David and John were surprised and we learned that one night when we were sleeping at my house that Dave and John had dinner with Mr. Harris and Carl and that occasionally they all four would go out for a few drinks on the weekend after sharing dinner. A couple of times Brian and I slept on the living room floor at David and John’s, but not regularly.
When the middle of August arrived John and my mom had meetings to attend at the school and my mom had her office to set up and stock, as well as the much smaller room in each of the schools to stock so she had supplies wherever she was in the school system. Brian and I had talked our parents into letting us buy a used lawnmower and a hedge trimmer and we took care of about five yards a week, and more if someone wanted their yard attended to while they were away on vacation. We were pretty busy guys that summer, and when school started we were hit with a lot of homework to do, and we were glad that we had both had a chance to do some of the exercises and reading ahead, so we could finish in about an hour what our classmates said took them hours to complete.
On Labor Day weekend the Fire Chief died and Dad was sworn in as his replacement. Dad now was making a lot more and with the extra income they finished off the attic to three bedrooms and another full bath room and Pat and I were given two of the bedrooms, and Betty got the third. Now with my own bedroom Brian and I would have a private place to sleep over in my house and we’d have a place in my house we could study and do our homework in. Pat did end up getting John for his English teacher and he often asked me for help in doing his homework. Even Betty did on occasion and I always made time to help them out, as I’m sure they would if the reverse was true. I’m sure by the end of the year they both knew that Brian and I were more than friends, but they never let on and never teased. I loved them for that, and so much more. About a month before Brian and I graduated from elementary school Mom and Dad told me that it was time to see Dr. Francis again and I told them that was cool, when did he want to see me and Brian. Dad asked what I meant and I told both of them that I wasn’t going to change grades again if Brian didn’t, so Dr. Francis would have to give Brian an evaluation too.
Mom went and called Dr. Francis right away and when she came back in the room she told me we could both go over after school the next day. She then went and called Captain Harris and told him about the evaluations and Brian would be with me at Dr. Francis’ after school the next day. I just knew this would be good for Brian, because he really was doing so much better in his studies and even the teacher in our class said he was right up there in his grades with the top of the class (which was me). I knew if we couldn’t study together he would revert to the sloppy habits he had before and would only produce mediocre work. He told me often that I stimulated him.
No one had told Brian about the tests and when we got to Dr. Francis’ house after school the next day I told him privately to just give Brian the test to do while I was busy with mine, just to keep him occupied while I was busy, as I didn’t want him stressing about it. Dr. Francis winked at me and that’s how he did it, and before we left, as we were having cookies and milk with Mrs. Francis in the kitchen, Dr. Francis came in with a big grin on his face and asked how we’d both like to skip middle school and start high school in the Fall. Brian looked stunned and I just said that our parents would have to answer that question, but as long as we were together we could do it.
I was not surprised when at dinner that night Mom and Dad told everyone that Brian and I would be skipping middle school and entering high school as freshmen in the Fall. Pat, I thought, would be a bit put out by my skipping over him in school, but he was really happy because now he could play both football and baseball and he said I’d have to tutor him so he could keep his grades up so he could play both. I assured him I would. Brian’s dad was super happy that Brian had done so well on the placement test. He had come over after dinner and he and my folks had a little celebration, while Brian and I went over to David and John’s to give them the news.
John was almost crying when we told him that neither Brian or I would be in any of his classes, but we told him that we’d always come over anyway. David served us wine glasses full of ginger ale and he toasted to our success.
He also insisted that we start to work out, not with heavy weights, but some of the smaller hand weights and he and John would also teach us some Judo. He said we might be going to be high school freshmen, but we would likely be the smallest guys there and he wanted us to be able to take care of each other if the need arose.
So began a Summer of studying high school texts, at the library and our homes, and doing Judo and light weight training with John and David. I was now eleven and Brian was twelve. Brian and I had a similar Summer to the last one, except we each got to go with the other on our vacations as our parents rented a big cottage on a lake in New Hampshire for two weeks and Carl even came with us and he and Mr. Harris shared the small guest cottage that had two bedrooms and Brian slept with me in the small bedroom on the third floor where the original owner’s maid used to sleep. There were bunk beds in there and we only used one and messed up the other one before we fell asleep. After the two week vacation right after school let out, it was back to working out with Dave and John and tending the garden and taking care of the yards. In our spare time it was hitting the books and doing all the sample questions at the end of the text’s chapters.
David and John had a week off together over the Summer and they had asked our folks if they would let us stay in their house to keep an eye on it while they were away. They assured the folks that they trusted us and my parents were only across the yard, so with some strict rules laid down, mostly by my folks, they all agreed.
The week was a lot of fun for Brian and I. I showed him the drawer in the work out room where David had given me permission to swap out the physique magazines and we spent some time looking at the pictures and reading some of the stories. We imitated some of the pictures, posing in front of the mirrored wall and agreed that Brian’s dad and Carl, or David and John would certainly make better models. That first week in August was a revelation in another way. While kissing one night Brian started giggling and I asked what was so funny and he told me that I was tickling him with my mustache. I asked what the heck he was going on about and he led me to the long mirror on the inside of the closet door in John and David’s walk in closet. The lighting there was really bright and Brian pointed out that my legs had darker and more dense hair, as did my pubes as well as my pits. There even was a dusting of hair on the top of my pecs and under my nose. Puberty had kicked in and taken hold of my body. But I wasn’t the only one, Brian, with his lighter coloring, was sprouting new hair too and I pointed that out to him and we then went to the bed and tried that 69 stuff we had read about. It was amazing! It was like getting a protein shake out of my favorite faucet. We had read up on all this stuff and of course when we couldn’t find the answers in the encyclopedia or the library we had asked John and David.
Even with the guys out of town we continued our training, sticking to the strict guidelines set in place by the adults in our lives. We practiced our Judo forms and worked out with the low weights that had been marked for our use. We worked in the garden, improving the site by doing a through weeding and hoeing between the plantings and trying mulch between the plants like we had done to the foundation plantings around their house. We expanded into my folks property one day, which earned us a lot of praise from my folks, and home cooked dinners for the rest of the week. It wasn’t all work that week, we did swim in the pool a lot, since Mom was not working shifts any more at the hospital, and she wasn’t starting at the schools until after Labor Day when we all went back to school. She and a friend of hers would get some sun and be able to gossip while we kids were all using the pool. Mom embarrassed the heck out of me when she noticed the hair on my upper lip, and that night, after dinner, my Dad tried to have “The Talk” with Brian and I when he asked us to join him for a private talk on the deck of the pool.
It became pretty clear to him that both of us had done our homework on the subject and he eventually told us he really should have known we would be all up to date on the subject considering how smart we were, so instead of “The Talk” he spoke to us about what we could expect in the future, how both of us had parents that not only wanted us to succeed in whatever we did, but they all wanted us to be happy, no matter what we did. We both hugged my dad before leaving to cuddle up together on John and David’s couch to watch TV before heading to their bedroom for the night.
By the time school started we didn’t look like the same kids we were at the beginning of Summer. We were both taught to shave, we had new haircuts, and we were toned. Not big muscled bruisers, but our bodies were tight and we now had confidence that we could take care of ourselves should a problem arise. That happened the very first time we had gym class. Brian and I were in the same classes, and moving from one class to another was new to us, so we began to carry all the morning books with us, and then after lunch, all the afternoon ones. We figured that after a week we’d learn our way around and be able to make stops at our adjoining lockers during the day to collect what we needed for close by classes. Gym wasn’t new to us, but here we were going to be the smallest in the class. Thank God that we had entered puberty and had hair where you were supposed to have hair, and our dicks had started to grow, we both could feel the difference in our throats as we traded blow jobs. The students were pretty cool about us being in their class, they were mostly from the accelerated classes like us and had some smarts, so we were cool dressing out for class and we even received some glances while we were putting on our jock straps. Once we were lined up in the gym for attendance call we were taunted, not by students, but by the PE instructor. He pretended not to see us as he called out the roll and Brian and I answered “Here”, as we had heard others do. He kept looking over our heads, asking “Where?”. I finally asked Brian to put me on his shoulders and when the instructor did it again Brian walked me over in front of the guy and I yelled, “Right in front of you, dumb ass!” He apparently didn’t like that and he grabbed my arm and tried to yank me off Brian’s shoulders, but Brian clamped down on my legs and I just flipped the guy on his back onto the floor. I hopped down and both Brian and I assumed a defensive stance and when the instructor hopped up mad he tried to attack us and again he was flipped on his back and by this time one of the smarter of the students had hit the emergency button on the wall. It didn’t stop the guy from trying to attack us again and this time Brian had positioned himself just right and not only did the guy go down hard, he went flying before he landed and the wind got knocked out of him.
The rest of the class gathered around us, exclaiming how we had taken out the bully and asked us how we did that and could we teach them that and then the principal arrived with the head coach and, Oh God, my mom, in her nurses uniform, and she hugged Brian and I and asked if we were hurt. The rest of the class was telling the principal and the head coach what had happened and by then the instructor was coming around and just sitting there, staring at us. The head coach went over to him and ascertained that he wasn’t injured, just mortified by being brought down by two 11 year olds. The head coach then talked with the principal and the principal went over to the man and told him to clean out his locker and meet him in his office in ten minutes. The class was told to go change into our school clothes and meet back here in the gym for a meeting with the coach. Mom smiled at us and went back to her little cubby hole office in the main hall. We changed out again and when we kept getting bombarded with questions Brian and I explained that friends had been worried about us being taunted and had taught us some Judo and how to work out safely with weights. Almost all of the guys wanted to know if we could teach them, and some were giving us looks that Brian said felt like they were undressing us with their eyes, I think he had read that in one of the stories we had read in the magazines at John and David’s.
Back out in the main gym we were asked by the Coach to take seats on the bleachers as he tried to take attendance again, but when he got to Brian and my names the rest of the guys broke out in laughter and the whole thing had to be explained again to the Coach. He told Brian and I that would never happen again, and he actually welcomed us to the school and asked if at the next class we would be willing to give a demonstration of what we had learned in our self-defense training. We agreed, and we were applauded by the rest of the class.
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