Straightening Out the Boys
Copyright � July, 2003, Kellis
[Editor�s note: this excerpt from Tammy�s diary has been corrected for most spelling, grammar and word order, though not word choice.� As the reader may appreciate, little actual correction was necessary.� Any remaining error has simply been overlooked.
� Kellis]
June 17
They meant to steer clear of me again today.� Now I�ll bet they�re glad I straightened them out.
Soon as I hear Grandma in the kitchen this morning, I throw on what I laid out last night and go down to breakfast.� She scrambles my eggs in butter and cheese again.� Yummy!� Janey says girls are supposed to become cooks.� Real soon I�m going to watch how Grandma does my eggs so I can do it too next fall when Mom doesn�t get home the night before.� Or maybe even when she does, since she hates to fix breakfast.� I�m allowed to use the stove when I�m 13.
I�m almost through eating when they come, still sleepy-eyed, down to the kitchen.� I give them a big smile.� Of course they sneer back.� So I get up, rinse off my plate in the sink and put everything in the dishwasher.
�Thank you, Tammy,� Grandma says, pouring the boys� milk.
To them I�m like, �Why don�t you stack your plates when you get through?�
They both glare at me.� �Miss goody-goody,� Mike whispers.
Grandma grins.� �It�s a good idea, boys.� Why don�t you?�
Petey grinds his teeth at me.� At least that�s what it sounds like.� He whispers, �Go play with your doll house.�
I�m like, �Can we watch TV, Grandma?�� I already know the answer but I want to make sure the boys can�t.
�No, dear, the cable box is still out and the man hasn�t come yet.� Petey and Mike will play with you, won�t you, boys?�
They stop stuffing food in their mouths but don�t say anything.� Their faces say it for them.
Grandma frowns.� �Now, look here, kids.� You�re all three about the same age ��
�She�s twelve!� Petey goes as if it�s a crime, though in December he will be too.
�� and you ought to have lots in common.� Boys and girls aren�t so segregated as they used to be.�
Petey�s like, �Segre-what?�
�Nowadays they do everything together.� I�ve a good mind to keep you all in the den today and make you get along.� And I would, but the paper says it�s going to be pretty.� Go out and play nice � and you better not fight again like you did yesterday.�
They drop their eyes.� When she looks at me, I smile at her.� She smiles back.� It wasn�t me that was fighting yesterday.� I�ll bet Petey would claim they weren�t fighting either.� But it sure did sound like it!
I skip out the back door.� I know where they�re going and this time I mean to beat them to it.
Climbing trees is not so hard.� The hard part is staying hid while you do it.� Their big tree is just across the yard from the kitchen windows.� But the rope I dropped last night on the backside of it works just right.� All I got to do is walk up the tree, hand-over-hand on the rope, pull up the rope so they can�t see it, then swing from a higher limb onto the top of the tree house.
What a flimsy roof!� It cracks and sags and I think I�m going to fall in.� So I have to scramble back on the limb.� But that�s better anyway.� I can see through the branches into the tree house window.
It�s not long before I hear their voices at the foot of the tree.� The tree house shakes as they scramble up.
Petey goes, �Help me pull up the ladder.�
They grunt like pigs and the end of the ladder comes jerking above the tree house roof.� They have to work hard at it because it�s the heavy bottom half of Grandpa�s sliding ladder that got broke last year.� I have to smile.� So much work on account of me!
�Where�s Tammy?� Mike goes, panting, when they stood the end of the ladder over the stump of a limb.
�She probably went around the house.�
Mike leans out.� �I can�t see her.�
��Around the house,� like I said.� Wherever she is, she can�t bother us now.�
That makes me smile again.� I shift my position slightly and see them with their backs to me, standing in the doorway that doesn�t have a door.
Mike turns around in my direction.� I freeze.� He�s like, �She could climb the tree.�
�The trunk�s too wide to shinny,� Petey goes with a sniff.� �Don�t worry.� We can doodle all day if we want to.�
Two new words: shinny and doodle.� Then I remember: shinny means climbing a tree by clamping the trunk with your legs.� Ouch!� They�re right.� I can�t do that.
Last night they left the ladder down.� This morning I climbed on Grandpa�s fat hemp towing rope that I tied in the tree last night.� All you need for that is a good grip, hand-over-hand while you walk up the trunk.� I have a better grip than most kids.� I can open a jar even when Mom can�t.
Does doodle mean fool around?� Huh!� That and their silly pretend games is all they do anyway.� I mean are.
Mike feels around over the doorway and unrolls a wrinkled sheet of black plastic.� They have some stones left from what they threw at me yesterday.� Petey uses a couple to weigh down the end of the plastic.
�Now she can�t see us either,� he says with satisfaction.
It�s true you can�t see into this window from the ground.� But I�m not on the ground!
Petey goes, �You save your piss?�
�Yeah.�
Do what?
�Then get ready.�
I can�t believe it.� Without another word they take off their clothes.� Every stitch, shirts, shorts and underpants, thrown in a corner.� They stand up a little ways apart and just look at each other.� I accidentally saw them naked in the tub together last summer, but not like this.
We�ve been at grandma�s a week, enough for our necks, arms and legs to get some tan.� Their chests and butts are white.� Their boy things too.� I couldn�t see any hair around there.� Even if nothing much sticks out on me, I at least have some hair there.� Just started, like Janey.
My cousins are kind of cute, I think, not so bony-looking as the guys in Uncle Arty�s magazines.� Mike is just a little bigger than Petey and his butt sticks out farther.� Their nipples are little nubs, very pale, not like mine at all.� Theirs probably aren�t as sensitive as mine have got either.� Both of them brace hands on hips.� Mike�s shoulder blades are sharp.
Petey says in a funny tone, �I can feel your eyes!�
Mike grins.� �Me too.�
What does that mean?� That they know the other is looking at his nakedness?� Then I notice something.� Their boy thingies are getting bigger.� Both at the same time, without anything touching them.� They sorta twitch, popping out a little farther and rising up a little bit.� Pretty soon they�re sticking straight out.� Almost straight.� And the funny looking tips are turning pink.
Okay!� Now they look like the ones in uncle�s magazines only smaller.� Lots smaller, even with these being only boys and the pictures being of grown men.
But they do grow, just like Janey says.� I guess they must stay shrunk most of the time.� I was wondering how men could keep everybody from seeing the outline if they always looked like what�s in uncle�s magazines!
Would these get that big too?� Wow!� I imagine Petey and Mike needing slings to hold theirs up and almost laugh out loud.
Petey�s like, �Ready to piss?�
They come to the window side by side and sort of lean back.� I�m looking through the leaves at them.� They�re not very far away.� I hold real still.� Yellow pee spurts out of both thingies.� I could do that, I think.� Stand up and pee.� Except I�d want to pull the lips open so it wouldn�t dribble on my legs.� Boys don�t have to.� Does that make them luckier than girls?� They probably don�t have to wipe themselves either.� It�s not fair!
This is so interesting!� Some pictures in one of uncle�s books show a man peeing in a woman�s mouth close up, then with his thing half inside and water running out around it.� It�s really pee too, not the creamy stuff that Janey calls jizz and the book calls seamen (do sailors make a lot of it?).� The woman in the pictures looks so happy.� Could it really taste that good?
Petey takes his thingie between thumb and fingers and waves it around.� The pee goes in a circle.� Mike does the same.� Then they steady the streams so that they meet in the air.� Mike goes, �En guard with your light saber.�� Whatever that means.� Star Wars?
Petey goes, �Pee sabers.�� They both laugh.� Boys don�t make a lot of sense most of the time but they always laugh when the other one does.
Pee quits coming out.� They shake their thingies hard to get a few last drops.� They keep on � no, not shaking exactly.� They�re like rubbing the thingies in their hands.� They�re standing not far from me but I can�t make out what it is they�re doing.� The skin must be real stretchy.� They can pull it out almost to cover up the pink ball on the tip.
But it�s not really a ball.� The back of it is wider than the front, like a snake�s head.� I want to giggle.� A snakehead with just one eye.� That it pees through.� And jizzes through, from the pictures in the books.� It�s very interesting.� The books calls it a penus, but I like Janey�s word better.� From all the pictures in the books, it�s supposed to go in a girl somewhere, at least her hand.� It�ll fit anywhere except in her nose and ears.� I wonder if it feels better than Janey�s hairbrush handle.
From the way their hands are moving I get an idea.� Several pictures show women�s hands wrapped around thingies and call it jerking the men off.� Is this what that means?� Does it feel as good as finger-banging?
Mike�s face is getting as red as his snake head.� He goes, �You about ready?�
Petey sighs.� �You�re too fast again.�
Mike lets go of his thing.� �Hurry up.�
Petey moves his hand faster.� Mike loses some of his color.� Petey is biting his bottom lip.� He starts to redden too.� His breathing picks up.� It must be hard work.� I�m very interested.� Something is going to happen.
Petey goes, �Okay� � and they swap thingies!
I mean, they swap hands.� Petey�s hand grabs Mike�s thing and begins to jerk while Mike grabs Petey.� They�re standing there in the window that�s really just a big square hole in the shipping crate, holding on to the sides and jerking away on the other guy�s thingie.� Both of them are red faced and panting.
Now I understand.� It�s the same as Janey and me with our hairbrush handles.� This is how boys bang each other.� I mean jerk each other off.� I�m waiting, almost holding my breath, to see them jizz.
�Mike!� You, Mike!�
It�s Grandma�s voice.� Both boys freeze and their eyes pop open.
�Mike Williams!�� The voice is louder.� �Answer me, young man!� I know you�re in that tree house.�
Two thingies get dropped like hot potatoes.� Both boys are looking wildly around for something.
Mike yells, �Here I am, Grandma.�� He snatches up his outer shorts and practically jumps into them.
She calls, �Come out from behind that plastic where I can see you.�
He looks horrified at Petey, who�s got one leg in his shorts only to find they�re inside-out.
�Go on,� Petey says softly, pulling on the plastic sheet.
Mike sticks head and shoulders beyond the plastic.� �Wh-what�s wrong, Grandma?�
�You forgot to take your vitamin pill.�
Mike yells, �Darn it, Grandma, Petey don�t have to take no pill!�
�Don�t you �darn� me, Mike Williams!� It�s your mother�s rule.� You were right there when I promised her you�d get one every morning.� Now climb down here and take this vitamin.�
Mike whispers to Petey, �Stand where she can�t see you.�� When the coast is clear, he rolls up the plastic, leans out, unhooks the ladder and drops it down to the ground with a crash.� He�s stronger than he looks.� He turns around and swings out of sight.
Grandma�s like, �Where�s your shirt?�
�It was hot.�
Petey finally gets his shorts straightened out but pauses to listen to Grandma.
�I expect some thanks for that, young man.�
�Yes�m.� Thank you, Grandma.�
The tree house shivers from somebody climbing back up.
Mike comes through the door.� �Help me with this ladder.�
Petey drops his shorts and cranes his head to look down.� �Where�s Grandma?�
�Gone back to the house.�
Petey sort of leans into the doorway so his thingie stays out of sight.� Together they walk the ladder back up into the tree.� They turn around.
Mike is breathing hard.� �Damn it, I almost came.�
Came?� I�m not sure
what he said.� Came where?
Petey�s like, �So did I.� We�ll fix it.� Get your shorts off.�
They�ve got an elastic waistband.� Mike jerks them down but looks up as he steps out of them.� �I can�t piss.�
�Shit, you�re right.� I can�t either.� Guess we�ll have to wait.�
Mike frowns and raises his chin.� �Damn it all!� Are you sure we have to piss first?� What makes you think so?�
�I told you how I got started.�
�You woke up with a hard-on, you said.� Shit, everybody wakes up with a hard-on!�
�And plays gun with it?�
�What do you mean?�
�I pointed it all around, pretending to shoot with it.� I found out if you doodle the skin up and down � well, you know how that feels.�
�And you had to piss.�
�Yeah, bad.� It was before everybody got up in the morning.� I went to piss and � finished doodling.�� He sighs.� �Wow!� You know how that feels too.�
Mike shakes his head.� �So you think you always have to piss first.�
Petey blinks at him.� �It works.�
�Let�s try it without.�
�Okay.� After a while.� First let�s play Land Ho.�
From overhearing them earlier I know this is a game they made up from reading Treasure Island during school.
Mike goes, �We�ll have to put our clothes on.� Huh!� Why do we have to take them off anyway?�
�So we don�t piss on them.�
�No way.�� Mike shakes his head in wonder.� �Why�d you think we would?�
��Cause it went all over the toilet the first time.�
Mike giggles.� �I get it.� You were pumping while you pissed!�
Petey grins, kind of uncomfortable.� �Well, I did the first few times till I learned you don�t have to.�
Pumping?� Another
word for it?� One that makes sense.� Sort of.
Mike goes, �I don�t think you need to piss at all.� I want to try it without.�
�Okay, but give it a break for a while.� I�ll be the captain.� Man the crow�s nest, sailor!�
�Aye, aye, sir!�
That�s when it happens.� To my complete surprise Mike jumps straight out the window toward me.� I flinch back, but he shoves right through the leaves.
Wow, his face when he sees me!� He�s grabbed an overhead limb and swung out through the leaves.� He means to let go and land on my limb but forgets when he sees somebody already on it.� He just hangs there in the middle of the branches.� His mouth is wide open and his eyes are popping out.
He goes, �Awk!�
He can�t let go now.� He�d fall to the ground and maybe break his legs.� I want to laugh but I don�t want him to fall!
�Stick out your foot,� I tell him, reaching for one.
He does.� I catch it, pull him toward my limb, catch him again behind his butt and pull him even closer.� He lets go overhead and falls against me.� His arms go around me, which feels kind of nice, but he backs off as soon as he gets his balance.
He�s like, �Gawk!�
That makes me grin.� I�m like, �Cat got your tongue?�
Petey hollers from the tree house, �Crow�s nest, report!�
Mike�s chin quivers.� He�s holding a limb with one hand and covering his thingie with the other.� He finally manages to yell, �Tammy, ho!�
Petey goes, �What?�
�Tammy.�
�Where away?�
�In the crow�s nest!�
�Wh-what?�
I hear a thump.� The limb that Mike just released sags again.� I move over against him just in time.
Petey lands where I was standing, grabs another limb for balance and stares at me with the same horrified look as Mike�s.� He gulps a couple of times and stammers, �How�d you g-get up here?�
I open my mouth to answer but Mike goes, �That�s not the right question.� How long�s she been up here?�
I say, �Long enough.�
Petey goes, �You saw us?�
�Everything.�
He sorta sags all over.� His thingie is just a little dab of flesh like the end of my thumb.� I can even see the sack beneath it.� I wonder why boys have so much hanging out down there.� Janey didn�t know and the magazines don�t explain. On men it�s a lot more and looks like it would get hurt all the time.� How can they ride a bicycle or a horse?
Petey goes, �Oh, god, Tammy, oh god!�
�Don�t curse,� I tell him.
He grits his teeth, which is probably not good for them.� He�s looking down at my bare feet with his face as red as it was when Grandma called.
�You�re going to go tell on us, aren�t you?�
Mike sighs.� �We�re dead!�
I look from one to the other.� Two naked boys whose eyes shift away.� Petey has bruises on his arms and legs and a scab on his thigh next to the groin.� I point at it.� �Does Grandma know about that sore?�
�Naw.�� He takes a deep breath and rolls his eyes at Mike.� �Oh, god, Tammy!� How can we get you not to tell her about, about ��
�About your sore?� How�d you get hurt there anyway?�
�No, not about the sore!� Who cares about that?� Besides, it�s not sore.�
I bend and touch the scab with my fingertip.� He kind of twitches.� Something has scraped the skin off but it doesn�t look infected.� It�s not nearly as interesting as the sack hanging beside it.� It�s the first time I�ve seen one close up.� Funny!� It has fine parallel lines curving around it in the skin, not like the pictures.� Does men�s hair hide those lines?
From behind me Mike goes, �What�s she doing?�
Petey says in a funny voice, �Squeezing my balls.�
�She � she�s what?�
I�m like, �Making sure he�s all right.� Let�s get in the tree house.�
Mike starts up, �We don�t �low no girls in ��
�You do now.�
Petey straightens up and sorta grins at me.� �Think you can make it?�
I let myself sneer back.� �You mean, can I swing like a monkey?�
He sorta shrugs.� �Okay.� Come on, then.�� He turns around, jumps up through the leaves to grab the overhead limb and swings away over the windowsill.
If he can do it, I can too, especially barefoot and in shorts, though maybe I couldn�t in a skirt.� I smash through the leaves all right but don�t land as smooth as he did.� Kind of fell over on my face inside the tree house.� Well, it�s my first time.� As I get up, Mike thumps in behind me.� The tree house shakes.� I brace myself in a corner, wondering if three of us might be two heavy for it.� I expect I�m a little heavier than either of them.
They stand there staring at me, still naked.� Mike picks up his shorts.
�Leave that off,� I say.
He frowns.� �Don�t start telling me what ��
Petey grabs his arm and says to me, �You promise not to rat on us, Tammy?�
�If you do what I say.�� I had already figured out how to handle this.
Petey heaves a big sigh.� �You going to threaten us all summer, aren�t you?�
I�ve thought about that too.� When they see what I have in mind, they�ll quit worrying.� This is getting even more interesting.� I�m beginning to feel like I did when Janey showed me how to make it feel good.
I answer him by tugging my tube top over my head.� Their eyes pop again.� A nail is sticking through the wall up high, just perfect.� I hang the blouse over it.� Down go my shorts and panties, then up on the nail too.� Unlike their clothes piled on the dirty floor, mine won�t be dirty or wrinkled.� Now I�m as naked as they are except for the plastic bracelets Janey gave me.
Petey lets out his breath.� �God, Tammy!�
�Quit cursing!� I warn him by habit.� I go to the window we�ve all jumped through. The sill is not quite knee high.� �Come here and stand beside me.�
They get on either side.� We can fit in the window okay.� I pull my bottom lips apart and lean back enough to arc a yellowish stream out the window.� It�s thicker than theirs. I�m not the only one surprised.� I�ve seen Janey pee in the woods but not out in the air like this.
Mike goes, �Wow, Tammy!�
Petey goes, �Let me see!�� He bends down in front and looks up into my groin.� I�m tempted to turn my hips toward his face but don�t.� Mike bends down too, but too late.� The pee stops before he can see it coming out.
He�s like, �Do some more.�
�I can�t.� That�s all there is for now.� But you can ��
When I hesitate, he gets it wrong.� �I can�t do it yet either.�
I explain, �You can feel it if you want.�� I liked that when Janey did it.
He glances up to see if I mean it.� His fingers fumble at my bottom lips.� He finds the hole but not the quick.� I know the right name is clortis, or something like that, but Janey�s word is better.� His finger goes in easy.
Petey is still bent over, watching.� �You got hair!�
I go, �It just started this year.�
�You didn�t have any before?�
�No.� I was like you two.�
�What made it grow?�
�I don�t know.� But grown women have so much they got to shave.�
�Shave!�� He grabs Mike�s wrist.� �My turn!�
One of the pictures in the book shows two big men�s thingies in the same hole.� I grab Petey�s wrist and say, �Do it with him.�
He looks surprised but I feel his finger join Mike�s.� They go around and around and in and out.� Hairbrush handles are lots better.
I�m like, �Look here,� and put my forefinger down to the quick.
Petey goes, �At what?�
�Right here.� This fold of skin.� It makes a little lump if you rub it.� That�s the quick. That�s where it feels good.�
Petey�s thumb takes the place of my finger.� He wallows it around.� �This is good?�
�Don�t mash so hard.�
He lightens up.� �Hey, I can feel it.�
So can I!� The tingle comes even faster than with Janey.� I half crouch, clamping my knees together.� Mike lets go but Petey doesn�t get it.� I have to shove him away.
He�s like, �What�s wrong?�
�I can�t stand it if you keep on.�
He stares at me.� Mike grins at him.� �I bet she came.�
I�m like, �Say what?�
He says, �When the feeling gets so strong you can�t stand it.�
�Came?�� I giggle.� �That�s not what you call it.�
Petey goes, �It�s what we call it.� And the boys at school.� What�s your word?�
�Jizz.� Only ��
�Only what?�
�That�s what it�s called when the white stuff comes out of a man.� In a girl it�s an origam.�
Petey blinks at me.� Mike goes, �What white stuff?�
�You mean you don�t get white stuff when you finish up?�
�Are we supposed to?�
�Men do.� Huh!� They have lots of hair around their thingies.� Maybe you�ll jizz when you get the hair.� Are you sure you don�t?�
�We don�t.�
�Let�s make real sure.�
In the magazines they start out kissing.� I straighten up, slip my arms around their waists and pull them against me.� �Let�s kiss with our tongues.�
Mike sticks out his tongue.� I suck it in my mouth.� It tastes about like mine.� None of us brushed our teeth after breakfast.� I follow his back and swab his teeth.� Janey and I tried this too.� I discover that a boy�s mouth does taste different.� Not very different, but enough to give me a little tingle.� Petey is willing too.� He tastes just a little different from Mike, a tiny bit sweeter.� This is very interesting.� Something brushes my leg.� Petey�s thingie is stiff again.� So is Mike�s.
One picture shows a man kissing two women at once.� Why not two boys and a girl?� My hands at the backs of their heads pull our faces together.� They�re a little slow, trying to keep their lips from touching each other, but I pull harder.� I stick my tongue in one mouth, then the other.� They�re swapping spit whether they want to or not.� Their eyes cut around to each other.� Petey�s tongue comes out.� I push it into Mike�s mouth in front of mine.� Mike answers with his.� In no time all three of us are tonguing all three mouths.� Mike begins to giggle.� We�re all three laughing and swapping gobs of spit.
�Hey, that�s fun!� Mike goes when we finally stop with spit running down our chins.
I snake my hands between them and take hold of their firm thingies.� This will be something to tell Janey.� She won�t believe I squeezed two of them the first time I touched one.
How interesting!� I never felt anything like this.� How can the skin be so loose!� I saw them pull it over the snakehead but didn�t really notice what that meant.� Now I can feel the snakehead under my fingers through the skin as I pull.� Is such stretchy skin normal? I start to ask if something is wrong with them but decide it couldn�t be wrong on both boys.
Petey�s like, �You saw us do this, didn�t you?�
I don�t say anything.� I hold their skin back with my curled little finger so that the snakehead is bare and rub it between thumb and forefinger.� They both twitch.� I lighten up.� They have quicks too!� Even if theirs are so much bigger than mine and Janey�s.� I wonder if it feels that much better to them than to us.� I bet that would be hard to find out!
Petey goes, �You ever see any other boys do it?�
�No.� Not boys.�
�You mean � you�ve seen men?�
�Pictures of them.�
�Wow!�
Mike is not just listening.� His fingers find their way into my hole.
I�m like, �Rub the quick easy.�
He fumbles around and finds it.� Janey does it better, but of course she knows what to do.� The magazines show women getting licked there, which I�ll bet Janey didn�t know about or else she would have made me do it.� Even thinking about how it must feel gives me a little shiver.
Petey just leans against the wall with his eyes closed while I pump him slow.� Mike has a finger in me and is squeezing the quick under his thumb.
I wonder how can I get the boys to lick me.
The books also show how to use your mouth on a man.� Maybe if I start it they�ll go along.� I get an idea.� �Let�s play cow.�
Mike looks at me funny.� �Cow?�
�You be the cow and I�ll be the calf.�
�What�s a calf?�
�You know, a baby cow.� Didn�t you ever see cows?�
�Yeah, hundreds.� My class visited a dairy farm last year.� But no cow babies.�
�Well, they have them.� That�s what cows make milk for.�
He shrugged.� �How do you play cow?�
�It�s easy.� The calf sucks the cow�s tit.�
His hand goes to his pale little nipple but his eyes turn to mine.� �Then I should be the calf.�
�Not the real nipple!� A play nipple.�
�Huh?�
Petey had figured it out.� �She means your dick.� I�ll be the first cow.�
Mike goes, �Oh � oh!�
What can I call the other game?� I give up and go, �Then we�ll play lick the quick.�
Both their eyes narrow thoughtfully.� I drop down to my back, leaving lots of room behind me, and say to Petey, �Baby�s thirsty.� Come here, mamma-cow.�
He steps over me.� His thingie is sticking straight out.� �Now what?�
�Get down on four legs like a cow.�
I open my mouth wide and he drops forward to his hands with his knees on either side of my neck, his shins on my shoulders.� I can smell a little pee and something else. �I wouldn�t do this if it wasn�t so common in the pictures.� And if I didn�t want them to think what they might do between my own legs spread so wide.
I catch his thingie between my lips and slurp it in.� It�s a little cooler than his butt cheeks grazing my chest.� My tongue feels around the snakehead.� The magazines call this a �blow job.�� I try blowing, but see no sense in that.� Sucking, now, makes Petey�s bottom twitch.� His hips begin to turn back and forth, making the thingie go in and out � almost out.� Janey did that when I worked the hairbrush in her.� Now my tongue and lips can feel his skin sliding.� It�s strange and very interesting.� I never had anything at all like this in my mouth before!
I hear Mike say, �Let�s play both games at once.�
Smart boy!� I raise my knees and separate them as far as they�ll go.� His hands are on me, then weight on my legs, then � oh, god!� Something wet and firm rubs up my lips onto the quick.� His tongue!� I shiver.� I can feel it next on the bottom lips.� He tries to put it in the hole.� My hand slips down and finds his chin.� I guide him up to the quick again.� He licks me too hard.� I push his chin partly away.� He gets the idea and licks gently.� I squeeze his shoulder in time with his licking.� I speed up my squeezing and he speeds up his licking.� Oh, this is so good!
I�ve forgotten to suck Petey, but he�s humping away on my chest even faster.� I�m sure glad his thingie is so much smaller than those men�s!� As it is he hits the back of my throat and gags me.� I bring my other hand up and close thumb and forefinger around the beginning of it to limit how far in he can go.� I start sucking again in time with his pumps.
But all that takes my mind off what Mike is doing.� He�s licking harder even than when he started but now I don�t care.� The good feeling is swelling all in my bottom and belly.� Oh this is so good!� I close my eyes and concentrate on my bottom.� It�s all I can think about.
Then suddenly I can�t stand another second of it!� I shove his face away.
Petey has been pumping into my mouth like mad.� He sorta freezes with his thingie as deep in my mouth as I�ll let it go, almost to my throat.� I come to my senses enough to start sucking again.� He lets out a yelp and jerks himself away from me.
He must�ve jizzed, I think, but I don�t taste anything in my mouth but an excess of spit.� I turn my head and spit on the rough floor.� It�s just spit.
Imagine that.� They really don�t jizz!
Mike has raised up.� His face is wet.� He�s staring at me like he�s hungry.� He goes, �My turn?�
His thingie looks hard as wood.� At that instant I know what I want.� I reach down and pull my lips open.� �Put it here.�
He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and kind of lets himself down on me.� His weight feels good on my stomach.� He smells like a boy.� I never realized I like that odor � which I won�t tell Janey.� His hand is on his thingie but he lets go when I grab it.� I guide it to the right place and say, �Push.�
It�s not as big as Janey�s hairbrush handle.� But when he slides it in all the way, the place where it comes out of his body mashes my quick perfectly.� And I find out right away why you twist your hips � to keep mashing it!� The feeling comes on me stronger and stronger with every push.� In the magazines one of the women writes how it�s like heaven.� I think I�m about to find out how heaven feels.
Except I don�t.� Mike freezes like Petey did, straining his thingie as far into me as it will go.� I wiggle my hips faster.� �Come on, Mike!� Don�t stop!�
It�s the funniest feeling.� He�s squirting something into me.� But they don�t know how to jizz yet.� Is it pee?
He makes a funny sound, like a groan, pulls out of me and flops over on the floor.
Petey is on hands and knees beside me.� I guess he was getting a close-up.� He goes, �Can I fuck you too?�
Fuck.� That�s the word for what Mike and I just did, even if I didn�t finish.� I remember it from the magazines.� That�s what I need.� More fucking.� I hitch around so my legs open toward him.
He doesn�t waste any time.� At first his thingie may not be as stiff as it was in my mouth, but in no time it gets harder.� It feels the same as Mike�s, except lots wetter � from Mike�s pee?� The good feeling that was fading out comes back even stronger, so much I wrap my legs around his butt and try to drive him into me.� My arms go around his back and pull him down tight.� His arms slip over mine and his hands grab my butt cheeks.� His face is against mine.� Our butts are twisting like mad!� I hear grunting sounds but don�t know which of us is making them.
Oh, it is heaven!� It spreads through my whole body.� It goes on and on.� I can�t think of anything else.� It�s like the lights go out and I see red and green flashes.� I didn�t know anything could feel so lovely and so strong.� Nothing else matters in the whole world.
I think I could spend the rest of my life like that and be very happy.� But Petey must have quit.� I realize I�m panting and light as air.� I open my eyes.� He�s lying on his back on one side of me, breathing hard.� I look hopefully at Mike, but Mike won�t meet my eyes.� His hand is on his thingie.� It�s shrunk a lot but not all the way.� He keeps looking at it and, like, milking it.� He almost looks scared.
I go, �What�s the matter?�
His mouth works.� Finally he goes, �Something�s wrong with it.�
�What?�
�I � I don�t know.� Something � something white spilled out when I came.�
I�m like, �Something white?�
�Yeah.� Some of it dripped on your leg.�� He cocks his head to look at me.� �Guess Petey rubbed it off.�
So it wasn�t pee!� I go, �Thought you can�t jizz.�
He stares at me.� �I never did before.� Is that what it was?�
I smile at him.� �That means you�re a man, Mike, even if you don�t have hair there.�
His whole face brightens.� �It does?�
Petey sneers.� �Why�d you make so much, Mike?� You made her squish.�
�Yeah, I heard it when you got on.� At least I made some!�
I feel in myself.� The hole is moist but not sopping.
I go, �Didn�t you come, Petey?�
�Sure I did!�
�But you didn�t jizz.�
He turns his back on us.
The skin on either side of my hole is kind of sticky.� I hitch backwards and sit up.� On the floor under where I was there�s a wet patch bigger than your hand.� �Gosh, Mike, you made as much as a man!�
Mike begins to grin.
Petey kind of snarls at me.� �How�d you learn so much about men?�
I�m like, �Magazines.�
�What magazines?�
I start putting on my clothes.� �If I tell you �� If I show them to you, you both got to promise not to tell anybody else.� We could all get in a lot of trouble.�
�You�ve got them here?�
�In the house.�
�In your bedroom?�
�No.� Not in my bedroom.�
�Where, then?�
When my tube top goes on over my face, he thinks of something else to ask.� �What�re you doing?� Let�s fuck some more.�
�I better not.� You know Grandma checks on me every hour or so.�
�She does?�
�Oh, yeah, she does!� She�ll be calling for me any time now.�
�Well � damn!� When we going to look at your magazines?�
�They�re not my magazines.� I think they�re Uncle Arty�s.� And just because we fucked doesn�t mean you can cuss.� You�ll get in a bad habit, like Grandma says.�
He shrugs off my reprimand.� �Which bedroom is Uncle Arty�s?�
�None of them.� Did you forget he�s in the army?�� I grin at them.� �I found where he hides stuff in the bedroom over the den.� We�ll take a look this afternoon when Grandma naps.�� I lick my lips.� �With three of us we can do most of the things they show in the pictures, like two guys fucking the same girl at once.�
Their eyes get big.� �Oh, wow!�
Mike pulls up his shorts.� Petey goes, �Let�s put the ladder down for her.�
�I don�t need your ladder.�
�You can�t jump that far!�
�I can slide down a rope that far.�
The expression on their faces when they see me uncoil my rope is so cool!
What a nice morning!� Grandma�s in the kitchen putting away the lunch dishes.� Pretty soon she�ll go out on the screened porch and get into her hammock.� I�ll swing her until she starts snoring, about two minutes, and then �
Oh, it�s going to be such a nice day!
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