Chapter 3
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I emptied my bag in my room and decided it was time for a shower. I grabbed the clean underwear that I hadn't changed into and headed to the bathroom I turned on the water to let it heat up, then stripped and took a leak. I stepped into the shower and let the hot water run over me.
Corey and David were my twin cousins; although they weren't identical twins, it could be hard to tell them apart unless you could look at them long enough to spot the slight differences. It usually only took me a few minutes and then I was good for however long we visited. Like most 11 year olds, they had a ton of energy and they could easily wear me out, especially if visited their place for a weekend. They lived a couple of hours outside of the city and had a fair bit of land. Going out there was always fun, they had a quad and we always had a blast riding around on it. They loved it when I came out because once we were out of sight of the house I'd let them take turns driving it a bit.
After I'd finished washing and rinsing, I stepped out to dry off. I looked in the mirror and was disappointed, although not surprised, that I had no fewer zits today. Still, I kept hoping for a change. I hung up my towel and pulled on my underwear, then picked up my clothes and headed to my room. After putting on a fresh pair of socks, jeans and a shirt, I grabbed my book and laid on my bed to read for a while. I must've dozed off; Mom woke me late in the afternoon to tell me that my cousins would be here soon. It took me a minute to shake the sleep off; I sat up and set my book aside. I got up and opened my closet so that I could push my dirty laundry pile in and close it again. That was about as far as I was going to clean my room, which otherwise was not in too bad of a state. The bed was still made and there wasn't too much stuff laying around, but I did a quick double check under my bed
A year earlier the twins had been over and were playing a game on the floor in my room. One them saw something and pulled out a pair of my briefs from just underneath the bed. They'd gotten shoved underneath a few days prior, after I'd used them to clean myself off from masturbating. I'd forgotten to grab them and put them in the laundry pile the next morning. My cousin held them up and asked why I kept my underwear under the bed. I grabbed them from him and tossed them in the closet; thankfully at 10 they were too young to know what why they'd gone a little stiff. I told them that they must've gotten pushed under there by accident, and while they seemed to think that was hilarious, they didn't question it.
I didn't need a doorbell to tell me they were here; I could already hear them outside the storm door. They all came in and I hugged my aunt and uncle, and commented to the boys that they seemed a little taller than last time I'd seen them. I wasn't entirely sure it was true, but they were forever trying to compare their height to mine, swearing that they were catching up. Of course, was still a little more than a foot taller, but it had become an ongoing thing between us. They particularly enjoyed standing on my bed or the couch and then doing a comparison.
I took the boys to the basement while the grown-ups talked in the kitchen. The twins were keen to act out some wrestling moves they'd seen on TV the previous night; apparently it had involved two wrestlers double-teaming another one and they thought it was hysterical to come at me from both sides and bring me down to the floor.
It wasn't too long before the three of us were a sweaty mess, which my mother took notice of when we came up to sit down for dinner.
"Honestly Martin, you shouldn't get them going like that right before dinner", she said.
I protested, "Hey, they were the ones that came at me, I was just defending myself."
"You're the oldest, you should know better, sometimes I swear you're no more mature than they are."
"Yesss, Mom", I said while the twins and I exchanged glances and tried to suppress our laughter.
"Honestly", she said and then dropped it.
We boys ate our dinner in relative silence, mostly because we were shovelling food into our mouths and knowing how our respective mothers felt about talking with your mouth full. Our parents talked around us, and we only cleared our mouths when we were asked a question. No one objected when we were done and asked to be excused. My mother's only stipulation was to limit the rough play because she didn't want to clean up anyone's barf. I think she might've said clean up anyone's sick to be polite at the table, but we knew what she meant.
We returned to the basement where we all agreed we were stuffed. I suggested we play a game and the boys agreed on a game of Monopoly. Although it added nothing to the gameplay, the twins found it hilarious to burp or fart while moving their piece on the board, collecting rent or reading one of the community cards. I have to admit that even at 16, I was not too old to find it funny as well and there was something deeply satisfying in belching or farting in a way that the boys found particularly impressive.
We didn't actually finish the game before it was time for them to leave so that they could make the drive home before it got too late. The boys begged me to come see them soon and I promised that I would come out for a weekend as soon as I could manage it. Despite my mother's earlier comments, I know she was happy to see that I made family, and them in particular, a priority. She knew that my brother and I had never been that close, no matter how hard she had tried to suggest it and likely cajole my brother into spending time with me. While I don't thinks he'd ever give up trying, I think deep down she knew that my brother was just different about that sort of thing than I was. It didn't make him a bad person, he just thought differently. It wasn't too late yet, but I decided I'd brush my teeth, get ready for bed and read a few chapters in my book. I was brushing when Mom told me she'd forgotten to tell me that Mike's mom had called and had given her some dates over the next couple of months where she'd need me for sure, as well as a few where she might, but wasn't sure yet. After I rinsed I called her and apologized for not calling back right away, while giving my mother a mock dirty look. I told her that those dates were good for me and that I'd mark the other ones in my calendar; I said if anyone else called that wanted me to babysit on one of the possible dates, that I'd check with her first to see if she wanted to confirm it or not. She thanked me and said that I didn't need to turn down work, but I told her that it just seemed right to me since she'd already given me a heads up that she might need me. In the end we agreed that if I called and she couldn't answer immediately, that I'd take the other sitting job. She thanked me again for having such a professional attitude and told me yet again how much Mike liked me and was looking forward to having me there. Since tomorrow would be a school day, Mike was already in bed, so I just told her to say hi to him for me. After the phone call, I said good night to my parents and went to my room. I stripped down to my briefs, turned out the room light, turned on the lamp on my nightstand and got into bed with my book.
After a few chapters I set my book aside, laid back and stared at the ceiling.
I thought back to the guys I knew from our old neighbourhood, wondering what they might be up to now. There were times when I'd wanted to call them, but whenever I did I felt like too much time had passed and that it would just be awkward because I wouldn't know what to say. Maybe that was because I hadn't developed anything that could be considered a meaningful relationship with them. There was one person I missed the most, one with whom I had a real history and connection; he'd been the last one I'd lost touch with, not quite a full year ago. I felt stupid for not calling him; there was something holding me back, but I didn't know what it was. Or maybe I did, but was afraid to acknowledge what it meant and that I wouldn't be able to say it to him.
I'm not sure what time I fell asleep, but I woke with my lamp still on. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked at the time; it was 8:00am. I realized I'd forgotten to set my alarm as I now had 45 minutes to get up, get ready and make it to school on time. I couldn't figure out why my mother hadn't gotten me up, but then I remembered that I'd made a big fuss at the start of my first year of high school that I could manage my own time and didn't need to be reminded to get up for school, do my homework, study for my tests and the million other things that she seemed to be able to keep straight with no effort. I could only blame my insistence at wanting to be more adult about running my own life.
I hopped out of bed and started pulling on my clothes, doing my best to ignore my morning boner while I tried to fasten my jeans; I hadn't even bothered with clean underwear. I grabbed my school bag which was still packed since I hadn't actually taken anything out of it over the weekend. I popped out of my room and went to the bathroom where I quickly washed my face, spent 30 seconds brushing my teeth and wet-combed my hair so that it didn't look like a complete disaster.
Mom was in the kitchen, drinking her coffee with a smile on her face as I rushed in like a whirlwind to grab a muffin that I could eat on my way; I'd have to buy my lunch today.
"Not one word", I threatened my mother as I rushed to put on my shoes and open the door.
"Have a nice day at school dear", she said in the most sweet voice as I left.
I had to run to catch the bus and managed to get to school just as the morning bell rang. I went to my first class and nearly tripped getting to my seat. My cheeks started to flush a little as I took my seat; I felt like everyone was staring at my clumsy entrance. To make matters worse I was feeling an increasing pressure to pee, but after the spectacle of my entry I felt too uncomfortable in asking to be excused. Not to mention that class hadn't even got rolling and this particular teacher was a hard ass about leaving class. It was more likely he'd say something to further embarrass me while denying my request. I'd have to do my best to hold and ignore until it was time to go to my next class.
Our teacher started the lesson and droned on and on; as the class dragged on, I found it more and more difficult to concentrate. I could think of little but how badly I needed to pee. The more I thought about it, the worse it got and not only that, thinking about it was also getting me hard again, like that first in morning piss boner I'd had.
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, slouching down and as far under the table as I could to keep my growing erection concealed. I glanced nervously around, but everyone was either looking at the board or staring at their notebooks. When the bell finally rang I stuffed my notebook back into my bag as quickly as I could and made a beeline for the classroom door. At this point I no longer cared whether anyone would notice that the front of my jeans were slightly pushed out, I just needed to get to the closest washroom as fast as possible. I hurried down the hallway, dodging the other students that were filing out of their classes; I passed Tommy, and I could see he had a puzzled look on his face when I didn't stop to talk to him.
I turned the corner and made it to the washroom that was at the end of short hall. I entered and went to the first urinal, dropped my bag and fumbled with my pants to get them open. Trying to fish my dick out was causing it to stiffen even further but I was finally able to manage to push down the front of my briefs and point my not quite fully erect dick at the urinal. I had clenched so long that it that I had trouble relaxing my muscles enough to start my stream. I finally let loose a stream of piss that hit the bottom of the urinal with force, enough to splash out a few drops onto the bottom of my pants and shoes, but at this point I didn't care. I let out a groan just a little bit louder than I'd intended as the washroom door opened; I quickly stood closer to the urinal as my dick had softened a little, but was still chubbed. It was Tommy, and he stood at the urinal next to mine.
"What's with the moaning", he said as he fished his own dick out of his pants, "you're gonna give people the wrong idea about what you're doing ... uhh, unless of course you are ...?"
"Fuck off, you wish", I said as a torrent of urine still flowed out of me.
Tommy started peeing, but could obviously hear how strongly my stream was hitting the porcelain, "Christ, you're gonna make a race horse feel bad!"
"Thanks for noticing how well endowed I am", I laughed, feeling better as my bladder emptied.
We were both finishing when the door opened again. Two seniors that I didn't really know, but had seen around, came in.
"Isn't that cute, look at the butt buddies standing side by side", one of them said loudly.
"Girls room is on the other side of the hallway", the other added, and they both laughed.
"Get out of the way, I'll show you how a real man takes a piss", the first said.
We'd zipped up and stepped over to the sink as the two took our place.
Tommy and I quickly washed our hands, hoping to get out without incident, neither of us looking at the other, in part because we were both embarrassed at being so meek.
"C'mon fags, I know you wanna see what a real man's cock looks like, here it is", the first one said as we were going to the door.I turned around as Tommy started to open the door.
"Geez, did your mom really tell you that yours looks like a man's?", tumbled out of my mouth before I could help myself.
He shouted at me, "The fuck you just say?"
I turned to hurry out, pushing Tommy in front of me; we both ran to our next class, which was on the other side of the school.
We were out of breath when we got there; there were still a few minutes before class was to start, but we went in and sat our seats anyway.
"Shit, I can't believe you said to Rob Johnson", Tommy said.
"You know him?"
"Man, Rob is like one of the stars of the football team! If you're not careful he'll kick your ass." It didn't make me feel good to think about that, "Maybe. But fuck, c'mon, that was pretty funny."
We looked at each other and started laughing. It was small wonder I hadn't known who he was; football wasn't my thing and I tended to avoid the football jocks as much as I could. They usually acted like they were kings of the school and could do whatever they wanted, especially the seniors.
"So?" Tommy said when we'd calmed down.
I gave him a quizzical look, "Sooo? What?"
"Well y'know, you turned around ... did he? Y'know, uhh, was he as big as he was claiming?" Tommy whispered.
"Oh my god, seriously?" I asked.
Tommy looked sheepish and turned to get his books out of his bag.
"Anyway, I barely saw anything, but ... it didn't look that impressive", I said, trying to make Tommy feel better, for some reason adding "I'm probably bigger."
Tommy looked at me questioningly and then grinned, but said nothing else about it. I was curious why he'd even asked the question. Out of the group of us, Tommy was usually the one who was last to take off his shirt if we were hot, or get undressed at our sleepovers. And while he could joke around as crudely as any of us, it occurred to me that I couldn't remember hearing him make any comments about dick size when we were together. Maybe he was self-conscious about how he stacked up in that department; I though back to the time we'd smeared the peanut butter on the front of his briefs while he'd slept and had gotten hard from his dog licking it off. His erection had clearly tented the front of them, but in hindsight, it hadn't seemed particularly big. Maybe that was another reason why he hated it so much when we'd bring up that incident; it hadn't just been the dog, but that we'd gotten an indication of his size.
Class went by uneventfully. Tommy, Shawn, Paul and I met up for lunch, as we did every other day. We talked our usual bullshit, but I noticed that Shawn wasn't saying much, even when Tommy and I talked about what happened in the washroom. After lunch we split up for our afternoon classes; Tommy and Paul headed to their class, while Shawn and me headed to ours.
"So how's Willy? He feeling better?" I asked.
"A little bit, but mom had him stay at home today and she was gonna take him to the doctor."
"Geez, that sucks, but he's getting a little bit better you said?"
"Yeah, I mean, I don't know, I guess. He hasn't been barfing, but he's got a bit of a fever and just feeling like he's had the crap kicked out of him."
"Aww, man, poor kid, I know how much I hate it when I'm sick", I said, not quite knowing what else I should say.
I could tell Shawn was worried; I was torn between trying to say something to make him feel better and changing the subject to take his mind off his brother. While I was thinking about it, he changed it himself.
"So you really said that to Rob Johnson? Damn Martin, you picked a hell of a guy to start mouthing off to, y'know?"
"Don't remind me, I'm not sure what I was thinking", I started, "I don't know, I guess I'm getting tired of being the butt of all the jokes."
"Yeah, still ... him and his buddies have beaten kids for less than that."
"Thanks, you sure know how to make a guy feel better", I said, trying to make a joke of it.
"Sorry, but you should probably just avoid him for the next while."
"Yah think?" I said, "And here I thought I'd just invite him over for tea and cake."
"Sure, and then you can bend over for him."
I laughed, "What?"
"I don't know", Shawn said quietly, looking around, "okay, well I guess I heard this rumour that he ... well, y'know, goes that way."
I looked at Shawn, "Get outa here, you're full of shit."
"No, seriously."
"C'mon, who told you that?"
"Just this guy I know", he said, "apparently his friend knows this girl that was out was him and she's supposed to be this easy lay, y'know? Anyway, she was all over him and he said no."
"And that makes him queer?"
"A girl's ready to spread for him and he says no? Apparently she told another friend that he couldn't even get it hard for her."
"Oh my god", I said, "that sounds so lame, maybe he didn't wanna catch whatever diseases she's got if she's that easy."
"I don't know man, he's a football jock those guys'ed stick their dicks into a hole carved into a melon", he paused and added, "y'know, because it feels like a pussy."
"Fuck, you're so gross", I said, giving him a look, "and how the hell do you know that it feels like a pussy?"
I couldn't quite tell, but it was almost as though there was a slight blush in his cheeks.
"On second thought, never mind", I said, "and remind me never to eat melon at your house."
"Shut up", he said, "you'd be thrilled to eat my sloppy seconds melon."
"Ewww, seriously."
Shawn made like he was holding something and thrust his hips back and forth, "Y'know? Uhh, uhh, uhh, aaaah."
I laughed, "At least it's over in five seconds for that poor melon."
"Are you kidding? I could ...", Shawn started and let his voice drift off, making me wonder what he'd been thinking of saying.
We waked into our class and sat at our usual table. I was glad to sit; the idea of Shawn thrusting himself into a melon was getting me hard. I realized that at no point had he denied having done it with a melon. Not that I was in a position to judge his abuse of fruit, given at how I'd used some vegetables. I had a feeling that Shawn and his melon would come to my mind later that evening.
This, and the next class, passed relatively quickly, and before I knew it I was at home, having successfully avoided Randy and his crew. The rest of the week seemed to fly by; I'm not sure if it had gone as well as it seemed, or whether I was just distracted by other thoughts. Shawn was in better spirits as his brother Willy had gotten over his illness and was feeling fine again.
Friday rolled around; I had packed for my next overnight with Mike and rode the bus to their place as soon as school was done. School had let out a bit early, so I got there before Mike this time. Using their key, I let myself into the building and their apartment. I set my bag down in Mike's bedroom so that it would be out of the way, and then saw that Mike's mom had left an envelope addressed to me on the dining room table; it was my babysitting money and a note thanking me, and reminding me of her work number in case I needed to contact her.
I was in the middle of taking a piss when I heard the door open and Mike came in.
"Hey, where are you?"
"In the bathroom", I said without really thinking about it.
"I gotta go too", Mike said, having stepped into the bathroom.
He was watching me and there was little I could do in terms of modesty. I looked over at him and he was holding the front of his pants.
"Emergency", I asked and grinned.
"Yeah."
"Go ahead then", I said, "don't want you to wet your pants buddy."
He stepped over next to me, opened his pants and pulled out his penis to pee just as I moved my foreskin back and forth over the head to milk out the last drops. I could see him watching me, and then looking back forth between me and his own little penis which was letting loose a strong stream of pee. I finished and zipped up, wondering whether I should've have said something about our differences as he'd clearly seemed curious. I figured the moment had passed and that there'd likely be other times to say something, if the situation was right.
I washed my hands and went to the kitchen; Mike's mom had left a crockpot of chili cooking on the counter, and there was a note that I could make some garlic bread in the oven if I felt like it. I got the bread out of the fridge and turned on the oven as per the instructions to let it heat up. I turned around and Mike was right behind me; he gave me a big hug and told me how happy he was that I was there again.
"Hang on a second, did you forget something", I asked, realizing I'd heard neither the toilet flushing nor water running the sink.
"I don't think so", he said earnestly, "I brought home my school bag and I didn't forget my jacket or anything."
"I was talking about something else", I said, noting the perplexed look on his face, "something that you do after what you just did?"
"Huh?"
"Seriously? I'm talking about flushing the toilet and washing your hands. Preferably before you hug me again", I said, suddenly realizing I sounded frighteningly like my mother.
"Oh yeah!" Mike said and ran back to the bathroom to do as I'd said.
I put the bread in the oven, and Mike was back.
"Anyway, it's okay, it's not like I peed on my hands", he said.
"Well, maybe not, but y'know, not everyone wants to you to touch them after you've held your penis in your hands."
Mike giggled.
"What?" I asked with a grin, "you think the word penis is funny?"
He giggled again.
"What do you and your friends call it then? Your wiener? Dinky? Willy?"
Mike was practically rolling around the floor laughing as I carried on, "Dangler? Ding dong? Winky? Pee pee?"
I was laughing now as well and it took a minute for us to calm down. When I had stopped, I turned to the cabinets and got out a couple of bowls, found some spoons and a cutting board for the bread. I grabbed the carton of milk from the fridge and poured us a glass each.
"Well", I said.
"Well what?"
"Well what do you call it?"
He blushed a little, "Mostly we say knob."
"Knob, huh?" I said, "Alright then, make sure you wash your hands after you've held your knob."
We both grinned; the oven timer buzzed and I took the bread out. Mike helped me bring it all to the dining table and we sat down to eat. As we ate I asked Mike about school and what he'd been doing since the last time I saw him. Mike chattered on about classes, homework, and playing with his friends, in no particular order, mostly he said whatever came to mind.
When we were done Mike helped me clear the table. I told him that he should go watch TV while I did the dishes, which he happily did, parking himself on the floor in front of the TV. When I was done I went out and sat back on the couch. After a few minutes Mike got up off the floor and sat with me on the couch, laying himself against my side. He looked at me with a smile, like he was asking if this was okay. I smiled and put my arm around him and pulled him closer. We sat like that and watched several programs. I asked him if he wanted to play a game or something, but he said that he was fine just like that.
I liked how comfortable Mike was with me; he was a good kid and I felt that I was going to like looking after him on a regular basis. I enjoyed the feeling of him laying against me, it had been a while since I'd felt another boy's body next to mine. My mind was drawn back the last time I'd been here; images of Mike getting changed, the boner he had while he'd fallen asleep on me and then seeing him pee before I put him to bed kept flashing in my head, and as hard as I tried I couldn't seem to move on. I was afraid I'd get hard; it had been one thing to explain my morning wood last Saturday morning, but having to explain an erection while he was laying with me like this would be quite another. I supposed I could write it off as a random boner.
"Hey Mike, how about I make us some popcorn?"
"Yeah! I love popcorn!" Mike said excitedly.
I got up and made my way to the kitchen; there'd already been a slight bulge forming in my pants and I thought if I distracted myself by making popcorn everything would settle back down, including my overactive mind.
I found the popper and got it going to heat it up; in the meantime I measured out the popcorn kernels and got some butter that I could melt. When it was all done I grabbed a couple of drinks out of the fridge and brought it all back to the living room.
I sat back down on the couch, and we ate our popcorn watching TV.
"Uhhm, Martin?" Mike asked during a commercial.
"Yeah?"
"So ahh, y'know before when uhh, y'know with the knob?" Mike said with slightly flushed cheeks.
I grinned, "Yeah, I remember, what about it?"
"Well, so, me and my friends? Me and Jason heard his older brother call it a, uhm", he started and then added in a very hushed tone, "cock."
Part of me wanted to burst out laughing, but his tone suggested that I should probably remain a little more serious.
"Yeah, that's true, some boys call it a cock", I said, adding, "it's a bit more ... crude I guess."
"Oh."
"Do you know what that means, crude?" I asked.
"I don't know, I guess maybe."
"It means ... well, it's a way of describing something in a kind of offensive or rude way. Some people might say that cock is a dirty word."
He looked around as though there was a risk of being overhead and whispered, "You mean like ... fuck?"
This time I couldn't help but laugh a little, "Yeah, like that."
While I didn't want to encourage him to start swearing regularly or being vulgar, I also didn't want him to think that he couldn't talk freely around me.
"So listen buddy, it can be okay to use those words when it's between you and me, but make sure you don't say things like that around adults, like teachers at school and especially your mom. Okay?"
"Okay, I won't."
I took a sip of my drink, wondering if the conversation had run its course for now.
"Martin?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you talk like that?" Mike asked, emphasizing the word `you', "Like with your friends?"
"Yeah, sometimes, probably most guys do."
"So you guys say cock?" Mike asked, not dropping his voice this time.
"Sure", I said, thinking for a moment and then adding, "we might also say dick, prick, chubby or junk ... well junk sort of includes your balls too."
Mike was grinning and laughing, but I wasn't sure whether it was the words themselves or the fact that I was saying them to him.
I continued, dipping further into our group's repertoire, "There's also dong, hose, sausage, pecker, skin flute or one-eyed trouser snake."
Mike was practically bursting, "Why would you call it that?"
"Which one?"
"Skin flute or a ... y'know the snake one."
"One-eyed trouser snake?" I asked, partially regretting the last two euphemisms I'd used.
Mike nodded, "Yeah, one-eyed trouser snake."
"Okay, well, ... so yeah, well, snake because y'know, it's kind of got a snake shape", I said, noting that Mike was now listening intently.
"Trouser means pants, because, y'know is where it ... lives", I paused and decided that I would use the word we'd discussed earlier, "your cock I mean. And it's one-eyed because ... well y'know there's a hole where your pee comes out, that's kind of like the snake's eye. One-eyed trouser snake. Get it?"
Mike grinned, "Yeah, okay. Man, what until I tell the guys."
"Just remember what I said", I cautioned, "don't talk like where teachers can hear you and definitely where your mother can hear you. I'll get into trouble and she won't want to let watch you anymore."
He suddenly looked serious, "I remember. I promise, I won't get you into trouble."
"Thanks", I said, "I'd be kind of sad if I couldn't come over anymore."
Mike beamed at me, "Yeah, me too."
For a moment I thought I'd avoided having to explain the other slang I'd used.
"And what about the other thing, the flute one", he reminded me.
I took a deep breath, wondering exactly how much I should say, "So okay, well ... a flute because well, it's kind of like the snake, it's got that kind of shape, right?"
Mike nodded and I continued, "And skin because ..."
"Because your cock has skin on it!" Mike shouted.
"You got it buddy", I smiled.
"Okay", Mike said, paused for a moment and giggled, "but wait, a flute is an instrument that you play. So you're playing your cock like a flute?"
I laughed, debating how much more I should explain, "Yeah, you could say that."
Mike looked at me like he was expecting me to say more. And even though Mike's mom had told me that he might start having questions about things that he'd be more comfortable asking a guy, I didn't think she had things like blow jobs in mind. Mike would soon turn 12 and it was likely he'd hear it from one of them or his friend Jason's older brother. I decided it might be better if he at least got a bit of explanation from me before that happened.
I took a deep breath, "So Mike, here's the thing ... have you ever heard someone say `blow job'?"
"No, what's that?"
"Well remember you said that a flute is an instrument that you play?"
He nodded.
"So ... when you play a flute you uhh, well, you put a flute to your ... mouth and you blow into it."
Mike looked puzzled and a little grossed out, "You mean someone puts a cock by your mouth and you blow into it? Like in the hole thing where you pee?"
For some reason I was starting to sweat a little, I thought it'd be easier to talk about since my friends and I threw those kinds of words around all the time. Of course we didn't ever go through an explanation, it was just assumed that each of us knew what everything meant.
"Yeah, well, okay ... so yes, but you don't actually blow into it, it's more like y'know, like uhh, you're using a straw."
"Ohhh", Mike said, "you mean sucking?"
"Yeah ... sucking, it's like you're sucking on a straw and well, okay so ... it sounds kind of dirty, but ... well, it's not really, it sort of well, it's something that might happen when you're older", I said, "it uhm, well it feels good actually."
Mike looked at me like he didn't quite believe me. I felt like I'd opened Pandora's box and that I'd now be on the hook for getting into a full on sex talk with him. I knew that was part of what his mom had meant about him asking questions, but I hadn't really been ready to get into it the second time I was babysitting. If I was going to talk to him about that I wanted to be more prepared; it's not that I didn't know about sex, but I thought it would be better if I was ready to explain it in a more serious way, maybe the way he'd hear about it during a sex-ed talk, which I knew they'd give towards the end of his school year.
He asked, "So when Jake tells Jason to suck his cock, he wants Jake to ... like, put it in his mouth and suck on it?"
That wasn't the question I'd expected him to ask, thinking he was going to focus on the feel good part, "Jake is your friend Jason's older brother?"
Mike nodded, "Yeah, he tells him to suck his cock and then he does this thing where he puts his hands down there and kind of does this thing where he looks like he's trying to hump something."
"Okay, well, first, I don't think he's saying it because he actually wants Jason to do that! The thing is, that sometimes a guy will say that more like as an insult to another guy, y'know?"
"Ohh, so guys don't do blow jobs to other guys?" Mike asked innocently.
"Oh boy", I said, wondering how I'd let the conversation take us there.
It confirmed for me that I definitely needed to be better prepared to talk about all of this. And soon. In my head I decided that I'd hit up the library during the week to see what I could find. But I'd go to the city library, not the school one; I didn't know if they'd even have stuff like that, but more importantly I didn't want anyone at school seeing me read basic books about sex and puberty. If I thought I was suffering now, that would surely make my life a living hell.
I decided I'd be a bit vague in my answer, "So look Mike, blow jobs, or sucking, is well, he just said that because ... well it's like he's telling his brother to do something that Jason wouldn't really want to do, y'know? Like he's basically saying `I'm the boss, I can tell you what to do', okay?"
"Oh yeah, Jake is always bossing him around, telling him what do. Then Jason tells him he's not the boss of him and then Jake'll like pin him down and hold him there until he makes Jason say that he is the boss."
"Well sometimes older brothers will do that", I said, taking another sip of my drink and tried to distract him by pointing at the TV, "look, we missed the entire show."
"Aww", he said as he went back to munching on his forgotten popcorn and looking back at me.
"So look, y'know that it's okay to ask me questions, right? But how about we park those questions for tonight and I promise that next time we can talk some more if you want. Okay?"
"Okay", he said happily, "let's watch the next show now and we won't talk so we don't miss it this time."
"Sounds good buddy."
We finished the popcorn and settled back on the couch, me sitting with my feet on the coffee table and Mike laying down with his head by my lap. For obvious reasons, I tried to keep focused on the TV and not get distracted by other thoughts. The thing that was really going through my mind was what I'd gotten myself into with promising to have a sex talk with Mike. It's not like my father had a sex talk with me; I had no real idea of how to do it. Sure I could get the facts and tell him those, but it seemed like the whole thing should be more than just that. I was probably overthinking it; the conversation between us had been good, at least I thought so. He'd seemed satisfied with my answers and explanations; we'd even had a few laughs. Maybe I was more concerned whether I'd be able to get through it without getting a boner. That made me wonder whether our talk would give Mike a boner. Which brought me back to trying to keep focused on the TV. I looked at my watch and realized that it was time for Mike to get ready for bed.
"Hey buddy", I said, "how about the same deal as last week? You get ready for bed and then you can stay up a bit longer. Sound okay?"
"Okay Martin", Mike said as he got up, not even making an attempt to protest or negotiate with me.
I got up to put away the empty popcorn bowl and throw out our drink cans. I went back to the living room, avoiding going around the other way that went by Mike's bedroom. After a few minutes he returned dressed in his pyjamas.
"Alright, breath check", I said, laughing a little.
"What?"
"Breath check, let me smell your breath so I know you brushed your teeth."
"You're crazy", he said, but came over and breathed in my face.
"Okay, check", I said, "you washed your hands after you peed?"
"Yeah", he laughed, "you wanna smell?"
"Alright, let's do the sniff test", I said.
Mike laughed and then a mischievous grin spread across his face, "What do yah wanna sniff first, my hands or my cock?"
I almost choked when I heard what he'd said, causing Mike to laugh harder.
"Wow, yeah, so uhh, I might be okay sniffing your hands, but I might have to pass on sniffing your uhm, dirty little pecker?"
"Heyyy, it's not dirty", he said, pretending to be insulted, "and whadda yah mean little? How do YOU know how big it is?"
"Never mind what I know", I laughed, "just park it and let's watch one more show!"
We laid back on the couch, but with stretched out along its length and Mike laying between my legs with his head on my stomach. Unlike last time, he didn't fall asleep nor did he tent his pyjamas. Again I enjoyed the warm weight of his body against mine, laying there like that. There wasn't anything sexual about it, just a boy being a boy, wanting to be close to someone he trusted. I'd remembered being like that with my parents, and then how that changed over the next couple of years. I still loved my parents, but by the time I was 14 I was no longer so keen to share such close contact with them, even though there were times I had missed it. The show finished and I reminded Mike that it was now time to go to bed. I felt like he'd been ready to make at least a little protest, but then decided not to.
"Don't forget to go pee", I said as he got up.
"Yeah, yeah, I know", he said and then grinned as he started walking away, "you gonna sniff my pecker after to make sure it's not dirty?"
"Ewww", I said in an over exaggerated tone, pretending to gag.
I could hear as Mike giggled while walking to the bathroom. I stretched on the couch and yawned, realizing that I was also getting tired. I waited for Mike to finish in the bathroom before I got up; I needed to go as well, but wanted to avoid the temptation to look at him as he peed. Not to mention that he'd likely make another joke about sniffing his penis, and I was already struggling to avoid that image.
I heard the toilet flush and the water run in the sink as he washed his hands, or at least I assumed he was washing his hands. I got up and made my way down the hallway while Mike walked into his bedroom.
"Alright, hop into bed and I'll be right there", I said as I walked into the bathroom.
I debated closing the door behind me, but decided not to; although I thought that it wouldn't be bad for Mike to learn about some sense of privacy, I also didn't want him to think that there was a reason to be embarrassed about his body, especially around other guys. I peed and washed my hands, then walked over to Mike's bedroom, where he was laying in bed.
I sat on the edge of his bed, "All set for lights out?"
"I guess", he said in an odd tone.
"Is something wrong?"
"No", he said quietly, "not really."
"Not really? C'mon buddy, you can tell me."
"It's just that ... I don't know ... I kinda wish that y'know, you could be here all the time", he finally said. I leaned down to give him a big hug, "Aww, buddy, that's so sweet, y'know I really like spending time with you, right? And I'll be seeing you pretty often, okay, pretty much at least once a week based on your mom's schedule."
I tried to sit back up, but Mike was hanging on tight.
"Y'know what Mike? You're my very favourite almost 12 year old boy, and we can always be buddies, even if I'm not here all the time."
"For really?"
"Yeah, for really", I said as Mike started to release his hold on me.
"Martin?"
"Yeah?"
Mike asked quietly, "Could you, I don't know ... could you maybe sleep in the top bunk tonight instead of the couch? Please?"
"Would that make you feel better?"
"Yeah."
"Okay then, that's where I'll sleep", I said.
"Are you going to bed now?" Mike asked.
"Sure", I said, "I'm just going to go brush my teeth and then I'll be back, okay?"
"Okay", he said happily.
I stood up from his bed, grabbed my toothbrush and face cleanser out of my bag and went to the bathroom. After I brushed my teeth and washed my face, I checked to make sure the apartment door was locked and then turned out the lights and TV before heading back to Mike's bedroom.
Without thinking too much about it I stripped off my clothes, took my pyjama pants and slipped them on. I turned around to reach for the light switch; as I did I saw Mike quickly close his eyes. I realized that he must've been watching me; I'd stripped right where I'd stepped into the room so he would've had a full side view of me. I wasn't embarrassed to be seen; it almost seemed a little amusing that he'd watched me and then quickly pretended like he hadn't. I certainly remembered being curious about what other boys looked like at that age, and that wasn't a case of whether you were gay or straight, it was just a normal part of being that age and entering puberty.
I took a quick look at where the bunk bed ladder was before I turned off the room light; in the process I'd caught Mike watching me again and then quickly closing his eyes. I made my way up the ladder and nearly hit my head on the ceiling before rolling into the upper bunk. The bed creaked and groaned a little as I slipped under the covers, laid back and got comfortable.
"Good night Mike", I said.
"Good night Martin", he replied, "thanks."
"No problem buddy."
Pretty soon I'd heard Mike's steady, regular breathing from the bunk below. It wasn't too long before I'd fallen asleep as well.
I woke to see the first bit of sunlight shining under the window curtain; it was still early and my erection reminded me that I hadn't jacked off yesterday. I rolled over to the edge of my bunk, stuck my head and peered down. Mike was laying on his side facing the wall and by the sounds of it was still fast asleep. I rolled back, thought for a moment and then stuck my hand under the covers where I slowly massaged my stiff dick in my pyjamas. I must've already been hard for a while before I woke up as I could feel a wet spot where the tip was pressed against the fabric. I relaxed into my pillow and enjoyed the feelings; after a while I put my other hand under the covers as well so that I could push the pyjamas down. I stopped for a moment to listen for Mike's breathing, then decided it was safe to push the covers down as well. I slowly stroked myself, moving from the bottom of my shaft up to the top and around the head before sliding my hand back down. For the first time in a while I concentrated on just the pleasurable feelings coursing through me; I wasn't thinking about anyone or anything in particular.
I felt myself slipping deeper and deeper into into the experience of my impending orgasm, nearly forgetting where I was. I was only vaguely aware of the low moans that had escaped my lips, and that my increased pace of stroking had started to shake the bed a little, making it groan and creak with my movements. I knew I was on the brink and suddenly realized that I had brought nothing with me to clean up; if I were at home I wouldn't care even if I hit the bedsheets, but I was a guest here and didn't think that would be right. I rolled on my side and cupped my hand over the head of my cock.With one final downward stroke, a large glob of cum flowed out of my piss slit before I ejaculated several long streams of my two day load of spunk. I was able to catch most of it in my hand, but now I had a different problem.
I heard myself breathing hard when Mike suddenly said, "Are you okay?"
I did the only think I could think; I brought my cupped hand to my mouth and swallowed the pool of warm cum that I had just ejaculated.
"Are you okay?" Mike said again.
I quickly pulled my pyjamas up and wiped my hand on them.
"Uhh, yeah, uhm, I'm fine", I breathed out hard, "sorry I woke you."
I startled again when I suddenly realized that Mike's head had popped up over the edge of my bunk as he stood on the edge of his; I hoped I'd covered up in time, although I still had a partial erection tenting my pyjamas.
"The bed was shaking and making noises and you were making noises too."
"Sorry Mike, I uhh, I was ...", thinking quickly, "I guess uhh, I must've been having a bad dream."
"I have bad dreams sometimes", he said, "yours must've been bad, you were really shaking and stuff."
"Oh uhh, yeah, I guess, but I'm okay now."
"Oh okay", Mike said and popped back down into his bed.
I sat up and decided I'd go to the bathroom; instead of using the ladder I swung over the edge and dropped to the floor.
"Where you going?"
"Just the bathroom, I'll be right back."
I headed to the bathroom to pee. When I was done I washed my hands and checked my pyjamas; there was a damp spot where I'd wiped my hand and few spots where some remaining cum had leaked. It wouldn't take too long to dry and I'd just drop them in my laundry pile when I got home.
I walked back to the bedroom and and headed back to the bunks.
"Y'know sometimes? When I have a bad dream? Sometimes I go sleep with mom, well uhm, I mean I did when I was more little, not now I mean", Mike said as I was about to get into the upper bunk again.
I thought it was a pretty good guess from what he'd said that he still did sleep with his mom if he'd had a bad dream, but I supposed he was trying to sound more mature in front of me.
"Yeah, I guess I did too when I was little", I said.
I stepped on the bottom rung of the ladder.
"Well, I mean, uhm, y'know ... if you wanted to, I mean ...", he trailed off quietly, "uhm, never mind."
I thought for a minute; I had a pretty good idea of what he'd wanted to say. It was cute that he'd think about offering and I debated what to do. On the one hand, would his mom find it weird if she came home and we were sleeping in the same bunk; on the other hand I felt it was Mike's way of continuing to bond with me. It was clear to me that he wanted, or maybe even needed, the attention of an older-brother figure.
"Y'know Mike, uhh, if it's okay with you, maybe I could y'know, lay down with you in your bunk? I mean, just in case of another bad dream?"
"Sure, okay", Mike said eagerly, then toned it down so I wouldn't think he was too eager, "I mean, if you want."
"Thanks buddy", I said as I stepped back down and slid under the covers with him, "let's get a little more sleep."
I laid back and Mike rolled on his side; I rolled a little as well and let my arm drape over him. I felt him as he moved back into me and we slowly drifted back to sleep like that.