Summer of Twelve 10
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Summer of Twelve -- Chapter 10
In which we watch fireworks at the park, then make some fireworks in the back yard.
I dreamed I was flying. It was dark. Critter and me were riding something. I couldn't tell what it was but it didn't matter because I was flying with Critter. He sat in front of me and I had my hands around his waist. We were naked.
Critter decided where we flew. He took us over our neighborhood and we swooped over each of our houses in turn. He steered us back to go above the trees that surrounded the oil well. From that angle, I could see the tree house. In my dream it made perfect sense: of course I couldn't see it from the ground, that's why you put a hideout in a tree.
We flew higher, heading for Spencer's house and then fireworks started going off all around us. We dove and climbed and twisted. They weren't dangerous, they were beautiful! We could see them from all angles as we flew among the bursts.
I woke up. Critter was in my arms, just like in the dream. We both said "fireworks!" at the same time.
Independence Day
Wednesday was the 4th of July. Thanks to us kids pestering about it, we were going to have a big picnic at the park. The city was putting on a free fireworks show. They also offered free swimming pool admission to anyone who would sign a pledge to have no fireworks at home.
Molly was there, with her parents. They were an older couple.
Grandpa was there with Daffy, but he introduced him as David. David was his great-grandson, he explained, staying with him for the rest of summer while his parents sorted out some difficulties. Everyone was too polite to ask what the difficulties were, which was the idea, I think.
The past few days had a made a big difference for David. He had a haircut and a change of clothes and several good nights sleep. He seemed relaxed and happy as Grandpa introduced him around.
Mr. B was there with Spence, who was being a boy again. It was fun how Spence was a boy and Spencer was a girl, even though they were the same person.
Our big group, fourteen people in all, found some picnic tables that had a roof over them all, so the grownups could get out of the sun. The men started a fire in the park grill that was near the tables while the moms got the food ready for cooking. Us kids scattered for a while.
Donny and Mikey found some swings and monkey bars where the parents could see them. Lisa and Molly went off to conspire. Us boys went off to explore
"So you're David now?" I said. "What happened to Daffy?"
"I warned you I was crazy, didn't I?" he said. "Would you believe me if I said I was both?"
"Both?"
"And a whole lot more, it's like a house party up here," he said, pointing to his head and making the swirly gesture for crazy. "I can remember a whole bunch of slices of other boys' lives, two, three, four years, then nothing more from that memory. The weird thing is, they don't feel like other people's memories, they feel like mine, even though I know they can't be."
"That is weird," I said. "How do you keep track?"
"It's kind of like I'm the host," he said. "I can go around to different rooms and know that all the other memories came from someone else. Most of `em are from boys who didn't look like me at all, other clones just not the same model."
"Did you change your name to David for Grandpa?"
"David is the guest of honor," he said. "It's easy for me to slip into David's memories. To me it seems like only a few years ago, even though Johnny is sixty years older than I remember him."
We stopped and sat down on a bench that overlooked a little waterfall.
"David looked the same as me," he said. "That's how Johnny recognized me. And David's memories are some of the very best. A lot of the other boys' memories are rougher, not so fun. So yeah, I'm David now. It's comfortable while I figure out what to do next."
Critter and Spence caught up with us and sat down beside us, Critter nearest me.
"Did you get a chance to check?" David said, glancing at Spence.
"Oh, yeah," I said. "He's one of us."
"One of who?" Spence said.
"Did you tell him anything?" David said.
"I didn't know what to tell, so no."
"I'm right here!" Spence said. "What are you guys talking about?"
"You've got a little bald spot on the back of your head," David said. "All of us do."
"So? What's the big deal with a little bald spot?"
"We all have `em in exactly the same place," David said. "And if you look at `em with a magnifying glass, they all look the same except for the writing."
"They don't all look exactly the same," I said. "Mine and Critter's look different from yours, David, and Spence's looks different from the rest of us."
"What do you mean?" David said. "The symbols would be different, but the probe has to fit there."
"What on Earth are you guys talking about?" Spence said.
"It's aliens," Critter said. "They're not even from Earth."
"Hey, Spence, I'm sorry," David said. He handed Spence the magnifying lens that he had for our meeting on Sunday. "Here, look at the backs of our heads, in the same place as your own bald spot."
Spence shrugged, took the lens, and started looking at the backs of our heads.
"What are the little blue symbols?" Spence said.
"Those are the aliens' writing," David said. "It's your model and serial number."
Spence finished looking at all three of us. "Chris is right. You don't all look alike. Chris and Critter both have a belly-button looking thing about the size of a pencil eraser. But David, you have another one, smaller, about the size of a pencil lead. It's right above the other."
"Now I'm confused," David said. "I thought they would all have to be the same for the memory probe to work right."
"Maybe they have more than one kind of memory probe?" Critter said.
"Can I have a look?" David said, gesturing for the lens. Spence gave it back to him and David spent a few moments looking at the rest of us. "I guess I don't know as much about the aliens as I thought I did."
"Aliens! What do you mean aliens?" Spence said, exasperated. "Are we talking about little green men, `cause that sounds more like somebody's not playing with a full deck."
"I'm definitely crazy," David said, "but I know what I saw. They're not green, they're gray, or at least the suits they wear are gray. And they wear big helmets that cover their whole head and face. The only thing you can see is two eye holes that are big and covered with dark tinted glass or something so you can't see in."
"Were you abducted?" Spence said.
"In a way," David said. "You could call it an abduction."
"I'm sorry for calling you crazy," Spence said. "Even if it's all in your head, if it seems real to you, it's no harm to me for you to believe that."
"But that doesn't explain the memory probe spots that we all have," Critter said.
"I see three different birthmarks that we all have in about the same place," Spence said.
"I know! I know!" I said. "Do the memory thing, like you did with me about the tree house."
"Think of something that happened a while back, at least a few years," David said. "It should be something that stands out in your memory, but that you haven't told anyone about. Or at least not told Chris and Critter."
Spence cocked his head to the side for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, I got something."
"Now tell us about it," Critter said, "and before you finish, David will be able to jump in and tell the rest of the story."
"Okay . . . I remember one time when Papa and I were at at nude beach on the south coast of France," Spence said. Then he paused, looking at David.
"Keep going," he said. "I don't recognize it yet."
"Anyway, we met a family, American tourists." Spence paused again.
David made the keep-it-coming gesture with his hand. He had his own head cocked like he was trying hard to remember something.
"They spoke great French, even the two little boys they had with them."
David was just shaking his head.
"They were really open-minded about nudity. I played in the surf with the two little boys and we had a great time," Spence finished.
"I got nothing," David said. "How long ago was this?"
"Three years," Spence said.
"Try something further back," David said. "And make it something really personal. I mean, at least as personal as you're willing to tell us here."
There was a long pause.
"I remember my mother's funeral," Spence said with a distant look on his face.
"Your mother and your little sister?" David said.
"My little brother."
"That's a difference, but it was a car wreck, they were both killed when a big truck ran out of control coming down a mountain," David said.
"Yes," Spence said, now wide-eyed.
"And after the funeral, you were standing by the graveside. There was only one grave because they buried your mother and your little brother together."
Spence looked like he was tearing up. Critter hugged him from the side.
"And your dad put his hands on your shoulders and said `So long as we remember them, they are never truly gone,'" David said.
Spence buried his face in his hands and his shoulders shook. Critter held him tight and cried with him.
"I'm sorry about your mom and your little brother," I said. "I didn't know that was why it was just you and your dad."
David reached over and put a hand on Spence's shoulder. "I don't know if this will help, but that isn't your memory. Not really. That didn't happen to you, even though you remember it like it did."
"But I don't want to forget them!" Spence said. "And now you're telling me they were never real?"
"Somewhere, sometime, some clone had that experience," David said. "And for that person it was real." David stopped and thought for a moment, then shook his head violently.
"You know what? Screw that!" he said, slamming his fist into his other hand. "Yes it was real! Just like me and Johnny playing in the hayloft. It doesn't matter if it happened to someone else. What matters is that it's your memory now."
Spence looked up. "So what does it mean that we're all clones?" he said. "Do we need to do something about that? Are the aliens going to abduct us or something?"
"I'm still trying to figure out what to do about . . . anything," David said. "I'm pretty sure you're safe until you start puberty, or at least start getting close."
Spence and Critter and me shared a look amongst us.
"You're a teenager," Spence said. "You've gotta be started already. You sound like it anyway."
"They already abducted me, but I got away," David said. "They have to catch up with me again and they don't even know where I live anymore. The point is, nothin's gonna happen tonight or tomorrow, or the next day. I don't think."
David stood up. "I'm sorry that the way I proved it to you was such a sad memory," he said. "Let's go and eat and swim and play and watch fireworks and forget about all this alien stuff until another day. It's enough for now that you believe me."
~~~
The picnic lunch was delicious. I said so, often. I thought I ate a lot, but it was nothing compared to David. He didn't say it in words, but the fact he went back for thirds of everything was noted by all of the adults.
We had to wait 30 minutes after eating before we could go swimming, and that was agony! But the minutes finally crawled by and we made the trip across the park to the public pool. The older grownups, Grandpa and Molly's parents, stayed at the picnic tables to hold them for our group. They were already playing some card game when we left.
At the admission window, the grownups signed the no-fireworks pledge that bought us all free admission.
Mr. B took all us boys into the changing room, including Spence. I didn't know how that was going to work, but Spence changed in a toilet stall.
Me and Critter and Mikey and Donny all got undressed and put our clothes in the little baskets provided. We helped Mikey and Donny squirm into their speedos. It was fun. It was the first time either of them had worn a speedo, so we got to tuck them in.
Mr. B wore a speedo also. He had the body for it.
David wore a regular boy's swimsuit. Not a speedo, but something that hugged him and clung to him nicely.
After we got Mikey and Donny into their swimsuits, Critter and me put ours on. They were new. Our moms had both got us new swimsuits in the past few days. When Spence came out of the toilet stall, I understood why.
All three of us -- Spence, Critter, and me -- wore loose style swim trunks that did a good job at concealing what we had between our legs. With Critter and me to run cover, Spence could be a boy even at the swimming pool.
Lisa and Molly and the moms came out of the girl's side locker room a couple minutes after us boys. Molly and Lisa wore bikinis. My mom and Ms. M wore one-piece bathing suits.
We couldn't be as crazy at the pool as we were at Grandpa's house, because there were real lifeguards at the public pool. They would blow their whistles and give you a timeout if you were too rowdy. But it was a small price to pay, because the public pool had some fun features.
There was a splash plaza where the water drained away immediately, the depth was zero. You could walk down a little back and forth baffle to get to a shallow water play tank. It was only two feet deep. Mikey and Donny spent the whole time in those two spaces.
Past the shallow water play tank was another back and forth baffle to get to the deeper pool. It was set up with four lanes as a short racing pool. Nobody was racing that day.
There was another, completely separate pool, that was used for diving competitions. It had one meter, three meter, and five meter boards. That pool was crazy deep, like twenty feet. There was a window to an underground room where people could watch the end of a dive.
After a while of playing in the racing pool, Critter, David, Spence, and me started taking turns in the line up the diving pool ladder. The fun was mostly in the anticipation. Being in line for the three meter board wasn't too scary. Being in line for the five meter board was scary the whole time! Actually jumping off that high board was crazy! It felt so long between the time you jumped and the time you hit the water.
It was late in the afternoon when Mr. B asked us boys if we'd had enough. David's stomach picked that moment to growl.
"I will take that as a very visceral yes," Mr. B said, chuckling.
Twenty minutes later we were all gathered again at the picnic tables. David started looking around for something to snack on. The moms had plans for all the food that wasn't cooked for lunch, but my mom pointed out the set of concessions stands that had popped up on the far side of the parking lot.
Spence, Critter, and me walked over with David. It was an easy choice once we got there, because La migliore pizza in città! had a stand and Sofia was tending it.
"Hello boys," Sofia said. She made eye contact with Spence and Critter and me, but she looked David up and down. It was the same sort of looking over she gave me when I answered the door in my birthday suit. "You have a fourth musketeer now?"
"Hi Sofia," I said. "This is D'Artagnan."
David made a goofy bow. "At your service madame," he said in an outrageous French accent.
"Mademoiselle," Spence said.
"This is David," Critter said. "We only met on Saturday, but we're already friends."
"Hi David, I'm Sofia," she said. "I guess you live in the same neighborhood as Chris and Critter?"
"Yeah, I'm staying with my great-grandfather for a while." David gestured back to the picnic tables.
Sofia glanced up, but only for a moment before returning her gaze to David. "Do you think you'll stay long enough to start school in the fall?" she asked.
"I dunno. It depends on a lot of things," David said with a shrug.
"How old are you?" Sofia asked.
"I'll be 14 in August," David said.
"We'll be in the same grade then," Sofia said. "I just turned 14 at the start of the summer."
"Ugh, it's only 4th of July," Critter groaned. "Why are we even talkin' about school?"
Spence dragged me and Critter away, heading back toward the picnic tables. "Shh, they're flirting," he whispered when we got a few yards away from the pizza stand.
"Weren't we getting pizza?" Critter asked.
"Not anymore," I said. "David is the one who's hungry anyway."
"Is Molly flirting with you?" Critter asked Spence.
"I guess," Spence said. "I'm not sure how I feel about that. I like being able to pass as a boy, but I never figured on fooling somebody so much they would start to flirt with me."
~~~
Later that afternoon, I ran into someone I had met once before. I wasn't looking where I was going because I was running to catch a Frisbee. I landed on my butt and the collision made him spill whatever was in his cup all over himself.
"You okay, kiddo?" he said, seeming unconcerned about the mess I had just made on his clothes.
"I'm okay, mister," I said. I accepted the hand he offered me to help stand up. "I'm sorry about spilling your drink."
"Don't worry about it," he said, then stopped.
We recognized each other at the same moment.
"You're the boy who was riding his bike after dark a few weeks ago," officer Rookie said.
I backed away a couple of steps and suddenly my mom was by my side.
"Why are you talking to my son?" she demanded. "You're not even in uniform."
Officer Rookie backed up a step himself. He held his free hand open in front of him. "This is a pure accident, but I'm glad it happened. It gives me a chance to apologize," he said.
"Apologize?" I said.
"For my part in that ugly incident with you and Sergeant Thompson. Or former Sergeant Thompson, I should say. He's not a cop anymore."
"It seems like my complaint had an effect then, if it got him fired," my mom said.
"I think it was me testifying against him at the hearing that got him fired. But after that, I realized I had to resign myself. I'm just Jim Miller, civilian, now," he said.
"How come?" I said.
"There's no place on the police force for an officer who won't cover for his partner. I can't work as a cop in this city after that. I have to move or find another line of work."
"That is unfortunate," said Grandpa Winchester. "The force needs officers who will speak up when they see something done wrong."
I turned to look and saw there was a big contingent behind me and my mom. Grandpa and Mr. B were only a couple of steps behind her. Critter and Spence and David were right behind them.
"You were a cop?" Mr. Miller said.
"I retired about the time you would have been starting Kindergarten," Grandpa said. "But yes, I was a cop."
"Maybe I'll try my luck in another town then, or another state," Mr. Miller said. "But there's one more thing you should know. Sergeant Thompson, who's just Frank Thompson now, has gone into the Private Investigator business, and he's staying in town. He holds a grudge, which is part of the reason I'm leaving town."
"Good luck, sir," I said.
"So . . . No hard feelings then?" Mr. Miller said.
"Not anymore," I said.
"That is a genuine relief," he said. "Now I want to get out of you folks' hair and let you enjoy the rest of your holiday."
~~~
As the sun set, it became an agony waiting for the fireworks to start. Grandpa handed out sparklers and us kids went wild, running around like crazy, barefoot and carefree, except for wishing it would go ahead and get dark.
Mr. B broke out his camera and got a lot of pictures of us kids in the fading light. He promised copies to all the parents, assuring them the exposure times would make magical effects in the finished prints.
Eventually, from somewhere in the distance, we could hear a brass band playing the national anthem. All the grownups stood and faced toward their best guess at the direction of the sound. We kids stopped running around. Except for Mr. B, all of the adults put a hand over their heart.
As the final notes of the anthem were playing, we heard "foompf, foompf, foompf" from several directions as fireworks were launched.They began bursting just as the echoes of the music faded.
All of us kids flopped into a circle on the grass, laying on our backs, looking up at the show.
I felt like I recognized many of the burst patterns. It was almost like I could predict them, based on my shared dream with Critter, but how could we know? Still, it was a fun sense of Déjà vu during the show.
It was a great fireworks show, and seemed to last forever. Every time I was sure that the last crescendo was the finale, something bigger and better came along to top it. But finally, it did end. I heard applause and cheers from all around.
Things broke up pretty quickly after the fireworks ended. It was late, and most of the grownups had to go to work the next day.
Spence and Mr. B went home together. Spence wasn't ready to let Molly know he was a girl.
Lisa went home with Molly.
The little boys went to my house, as did Ms. M and my mom, for a double sleepover.
Grandpa encouraged David to spend time with me and Critter, so we three boys landed at Ms. M's house. It would have been vacant otherwise. It seemed unwise to tell her that David was "the prowler" so she didn't need to worry anymore.
Backyard Fireworks
Critter and me had set up the tent that morning with sleeping bags and pillows inside. There was a hook, up by the ceiling, where Critter hung a ChemLight. He snapped and shook it as we occupied the tent that night.
Moving around in that small space soon set us to sweating again. David wasn't stinky like he had been when he was wearing the same clothes for months.
"Do you wear deodorant?" I asked.
"No," he said, giving his armpit the sniff test. "Do you think I should?"
"Nope," I said, "I like how you smell right now. You're different from me and Critter, sort of musky. I like it."
It was too warm to sleep, even stripped naked, so we lay there on the sheet enjoying the view of each other's bodies. Besides the scent of sweaty boys, there was a tension in the air and all three of us soon sprouted expectant boners.
"Are you old enough to makes sperms?" Critter said.
"As of a few months ago," he said.
"Can we see you make some?" I asked.
"Help yourselves," David said. He lay back on one of the pillows and put his hands behind his head so he could watch.
Critter and me got on either side of him and explored his body. David looked great, with long arms and legs. There was some width to his shoulders as well, but he hadn't put on any muscle yet. He had some longer hairs on his forearms and lower legs, and a fluffy patch of peach fuzz pubes. His balls were still bare, as were his underarms. No hair below his eyelashes had any color to it that I could make out in the light.
"You guys have nice hands," David said.
His boner was longer than mine, and thicker, but not like a grownup's. He made a nice handful when it was my turn to play with him.
After Critter and me traded off a couple of times, David said, "I'm gonna squirt pretty soon. When I tell you, let go so you can see the show." A minute later, his breathing got ragged and he gasped out, "Hands off now!"
A spurt of watery liquid squirted from the end of his dick and landed on his belly. He grunted and a much stronger spurt hit him in the chest. Then he relaxed and groaned as the last of his cum dribbled off the end of his dick in several pulses.
"Cool!" Critter said. He drew his finger through the streak on David's chest and brought it to his nose.
I got some of the puddle in his belly button and rubbed it between my fingers. "It's slippery," I said before I too brought it to my nose. "Smells like you."
"Tastes like you too," Critter said, going back for another sample.
"Tasting is optional," David said. "Don't gross yourselves out the first time you see jizz."
"No part of you is gross." Critter said, which earned him a sticky hug from David.
"I want to pay you guys back, do something for you, like you just did for me," David said.
"No paybacks," I said. "Me and Critter don't count or keep score anymore, we just do fun stuff together and now with you too."
"What kind of stuff do you guys do?" David asked.
We showed him some of our favorite games, a quick frot and a sixty-nine, and then started making out.
"You guys look great together," David said, "Do you want to try the game Johnny and I played in the hayloft?"
"Sure!" Critter said. "What do we do?"
"I'll show you the game I played with Johnny," he said. "But it will feel better if we have something slippery. Do you think your mom will miss a stick of butter?"
"Oh, wait!" I said. "I've got something even better." I grabbed the tube of Dragon Boy lube out of my bag and handed it to David.
David opened the top and squeezed out a little dollop onto his finger and rubbed it around.
"Holy smokes!" he said. "This is way better than butter."
We didn't bother with condoms, `cause none of us had to worry about getting pregnant.
"Now the first thing is we gotta be gentle with each other," David said. "It's you guys' first time and `til you learn how to relax it might hurt a little bit, so go slow and stop when you're told."
Critter and me nodded.
"But even if it hurts, you won't actually be injured," he went on. "Us clones are made of rubber down there. By morning you'll be good as new."
"If it hurts, how can it be fun?" Critter asked.
"It's kind of like eating spicy food," David said. "It's like putting red pepper flakes on pizza. A little bit makes it taste better, but too much and all you can taste is the pepper; no fun, just pain.
"That makes sense," I said.
"And another thing. The smallest, youngest boy always gets to have his fun first," David said. "Bigger brothers always gotta look out for their little brothers, and that goes double for this kind of game.
David helped Critter and me get into position. I leaned back against David's chest and he pulled and lifted my legs apart, holding me by the knees so my hips were rolled way back, exposing my rosebud. Critter got on his knees between my legs and painted me with some lube, like David told him.
"Now poke a finger inside him," David said. "Go slow, just one finger."
I gasped as I felt Critter's finger enter me. He froze instantly.
"Does it hurt?" he said.
"No, it's just a surprise to feel it," I said.
"Chris, you can help by relaxing. Don't clamp down," David said. "Let Critter be inside you. You trust him, don't you?"
I nodded and Critter continued pushing his finger inside me until it was all the way in.
"Now, turn your finger around inside him," David said. "Boys have a special spot on the inside where it feels just as good as on the outside. The way Chris is laying right now, it'll be on top."
Critter turned his hand so his palm was facing up and curled his finger a little. I felt a jolt of pleasure and my dick twitched several times all by itself.
"That's the spot," David said, laughing. "I can tell just by how he reacted. Critter, rub him a few times there so you can be sure you know where the spot is."
Critter fingered me for a moment.
"Wow!" I said. "This is like getting jacked off from the inside."
"If he kept going, he could give you a nice cum, just from fingering that spot," David said. "But he gets to have his fun first, so he's gonna poke his dick inside you now."
Critter put some more lube on his boner, then with David coaching him, he carefully pushed into me. His dick was thicker than his finger, but not a lot. Still, I gasped again as he entered me. He froze again.
"It's just one pepper flake," I said. "Don't stop."
"It feels really tight inside you," Critter said. "It's different from Sp... different from blow jobs."
"In, out, repeat, it's all you gotta do," David said. "This is your fun time. You can try to hit Chris's spot, but don't let it distract you. It takes practice to hit the spot right with your dick."
"I want to get really good at this!" Critter said.
We all had a laugh as Critter started his in, out, repeat. But he didn't just poke me. Soon he leaned onto me, sandwiching me against David, and gave me a kiss as he thrust into my rosebud. The changed angle put him right on my special spot and I moaned into his mouth.
We only lasted a couple of minutes before the climax hit us. I felt like I knew when Critter was going to cum, but then I thought that it was just because I was about to cum. And then I realized, we weren't having separate orgasms, we were sharing a whopper.
A few minutes later, David separated us all. It was too hot to stay tangled up like that, we were all sweating like crazy.
"Jeez, Critter, you hit a home run your first time at bat," David said.
"I had a good coach," Critter said
"Can I kiss you?" David said. "Hugging's too sweaty right now."
After they kissed, we lay back for a few minutes.
"I don't wanna get all mushy on you," David said. "But that made me feel good inside, helping you guys, seeing and feeling you moving together. Not like sex feel good, but, well, like love."
"A little bit of mushy is okay," I said, grinning.
"Seriously though, I already feel about you guys the same way I did about Johnny when him and me were both kids. Maybe it's `cause we're all clones, but I feel like I got two little brothers now."
"Three, with Spence," Critter said.
"I like Spence, but I don't have that feeling about him yet," David said. "I bet I just need to get to know him better."
We were quiet for a while, but not sleepy.
"Chris, you wanna poke me?" David said. "You're the next smallest, so it's your turn."
"You gotta feel it from the poking side," Critter said. "It's amazing."
"I almost feel like I already did, but sure, David, if you wanna get poked," I said.
"Let's try a different position this time."
David got on his knees and elbows with his butt up in the air. I painted his rosebud with lube, dispensed by Critter, then slipped a finger into him.
"I don't need the practice relaxing," he said. "But I want you to have a chance to find my special spot with your finger first, so you can kinda know where it is. It'll be on the bottom with me like this."
I explored the tight space inside him and stroked a little bump that seemed to be in the right place.
David jolted. "X marks the spot!" he said. "It's your first time, so don't worry about making me feel good, but maybe I'll get lucky like you did."
When I pushed my lube-slicked boner into him, David let out a sigh.
"Does it hurt?" I said.
"Not even a little bit," he said. "It's plain, cheese pizza, not spicy at all, but still delicious."
It did feel good inside him. Different from being inside Spencer, but part of that was because I wasn't wearing a condom. I humped at him for a couple of minutes. Critter moved beside us and put a hand on my butt and the other hand on David's shoulder. I shifted my position and lay more on top of David. He was bigger and stronger than me. I liked that. He was in a stable position, so I rested most of my weight on him.
He groaned, and I knew without asking that I had found his special spot. I stayed in that position as I thrust my way to our orgasm. Like before, with Critter, I was confused about what I was feeling. I couldn't tell for a moment if I was thrusting inside him, or was being thrust into by me. Then it didn't matter, because I was ejaculating. Or rather, David was ejaculating, but I could feel it; every pulse as his body pumped out the evidence of his orgasm.
We separated again, panting and sweating, Critter between us, holding hands
"Dang! another home run," David said. "You guys are naturals. You made me cum without a reach around. Sorry about the mess on the sheet."
"That's what washing machines are for," Critter said. He leaned up on an elbow and inspected the mess, dipped his fingers in and sniffed and licked, before offering some to me.
"Definitely David," I said.
"A couple of bloodhounds!" he said, laughing. "Chris, when you get old enough to squirt, we gotta challenge Critter to a blind taste-test."
"I wouldn't even need to taste," Critter said. "But I'd wanna anyway."
We took a break outside for a while. There was a light breeze that hadn't yet found its way into the tent. It was hours past full dark and we couldn't see any lights in any of the second story windows we could see from Critter's back yard. We tried lying in the kiddie pool, but the water was still tepid from being in the sun all day, so we rinsed off from the garden hose.
It didn't take long to dry, and the cooling from the evaporation was refreshing.
"It's your turn for fun," Critter said, tugging on David's hand, pulling him back toward the tent.
"You said you guys don't keep score," David said. "I like that. You don't owe me a ride."
"What if I wanna give you a ride anyway?" Critter said. "It doesn't have to be paybacks. You're my new, big brother. I wanna finish the daisy chain."
"Critter, you're a wild man, but I'm way bigger than you. I don't think I can do it without hurting you."
"Can't I decide how much pepper flakes I like on my pizza?" Critter said.
"Well, when you put it that way. . ."
A few minutes later, we were back in the tent. David introduced his well-lubed finger into Critter's rosebud and gave it some wiggles so Critter could get used to it. Then he put two fingers together, covered with lube, and went back in. Critter squirmed.
"Too much?" David said.
"Pepperoni is my favorite," Critter said.
"Okay, but you're gonna be on top," David said "So you can decide how much pepper."
David lay on his back. He had me straddle and sit on his thighs, so I could support Critter from behind. David put a sloppy amount of lube on his boner, then held it pointed straight up as Critter knelt over his crotch.
I hugged Critter from behind, my arms under his, so I could support most of his weight, allowing him to control his position with very little effort. He gasped as he lowered the first half inch onto David's erection.
"You can change you mind," David said.
"I decide how much pepper," Critter said.
A few moments later, Critter lowered himself again. And then again, gradually taking all of David's length and girth inside himself. He paused, sitting on our new big brother's pole.
"Critter, that's all I've got," David whispered, stroking Critter's cheek. "Ride as long as it feels good. Please don't try to be brave for me."
It took a while, but Critter found an up and down motion and a rhythm that wasn't too spicy for him. I could tell he was being brave, but it was something he wanted to do. Hugging him from behind and supporting most of his weight made me feel part of the lovemaking.
He leaned back, letting me support almost all of his weight, so I started moving up and down with him. It felt easy and natural to match his motions, like we were moving as one. The new position brought David's erection to a new position inside him, and I could feel his awareness and intention shift. He went from only wanting to please David, to understanding he could enjoy this as well.
And then I was in both their bodies, as they were in mine. I could feel David sliding in and out of Critter. I could feel Critter riding up and down on David. I could feel my own arms wrapped around Critter as he felt them wrapped around him.
Our climax was shattering. All of us cried out, wordless exclamations of ecstasy. I felt David's ejaculation, simultaneous with Critter emitting a geyser of watery boy juice.
When I recovered, we lay spent, Critter and me having flopped over to one side. David was still on his back, dazed from the intensity of our experience.
I reached over Critter's body and dragged a finger through the streaks of cum on David's chest and belly, those deposits having been put there by Critter. They had a familiar scent and taste.
Critter seemed about to drift off to sleep, but he roused a bit when I dabbed his lips with some of what he'd spattered on David's belly. He sniffed, then tasted.
"Definitely David," he said.
Note To The Reader: Thank you for reading! I hope you have enjoyed the story so far. I still have several undeveloped plot threads, but I'm interested in your ideas also. Your comments and suggestions are welcomed at jade.indigo@tutanota.com
Sea Monster (my work: a short tentacle story)
If you like what I've written, have a look at The Spermarche Age, a story that I consider far superior to my own.
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