Sam the Ham

Boyhood Discoveries

Five Short Stories

11-year-old RJ never much cared for his little sister's soccer games. He had been dragged to them under protest until recently. His recent enthusiasm for them confused his parents. However, it was a welcomed change and they chose not to probe. More often than not now he was the first one in the car. The fact that he disappeared minutes after arriving at the fields was something that worried his mother at first, but as no problems had arisen she had decided to just relax.

The games were held at the local elementary school which was big enough for several soccer fields most of which were used on any given weekend. The school was partly open which allowed the bathrooms to be used. All the other doors were supposedly locked. RJ knew better. As he climbed to the second floor and headed to his old third grade classroom, he felt himself start to become hard. When he had been in the third grade nothing particularly memorable happened, but for the last several weeks in the same classroom something had.

The lock to the third grade classroom was busted and it had been busted for a while. As he put his hand on the knob he had a brief fear that maybe someone finally got around to fixing it, but the door open with no problem and he stepped inside. The room faced the soccer fields, but with no lights on in the room it was dark.

In the darkened room sat a solitary figure facing the blackboard like he was taking notes. At nine he was the right age to be in the classroom, but being butt naked certainly wasn't right.

RJ grinned and walked to the front of the classroom saying, "Good morning class."

"Good morning RJ," the boy answered.

Walking to the desk RJ picked up an invisible clipboard. "Say here if you're here. Adam?"

"Here," the boy said giggling.

"A full class, wonderful!" RJ said mimicking Mrs. Krause whose classroom this was. "Now what shall we learn today?"

"I want to learn something about sex." Adam piped up.

"Excellent, why don't you come up here and be my special helper, Adam."

Adam stood and walked to the front of the classroom. RJ appreciated the view. Adam was tall for nine. With long brown hair Adam could almost look like a girl. His wireframe glasses were gentle neutral, but his preference for wearing tank tops made sure few people ever confused him for the wrong gender. Being naked and already hard there was no way; RJ could mistake Adam for anything else but a boy.

"You're still dressed." Adam said as he came to a stop.

RJ blinked for a second and then looked down realizing he had forgotten to take off his clothes, he usually did that before Adam arrived. He quickly fixed that mistake. Now properly undressed RJ continued. "All right, today I'm going to teach you how to get your butt licked."

Adam nodded. He had long ago decided RJ was weird, but knew all sorts of stuff that felt good. What Adam didn't know, though, was RJ was only looking stuff up online and teaching it as he found it.

When the teacher's padded chair was pulled out Adam laid down on it like his friend told him to do. He linked his arms under the chair. The padding on the chair made his peepee feel funny. However it was just weird when he felt RJ finger spread his butt cheeks. Suddenly he felt scared and buck forward, but RJ rested a hand on him. Adam remembered that this was his friend and although sometimes the stuff was weird, it never hurt.

RJ was scared. He had watched a video of a guy do this to another guy, but now that he was going to do it, it was different. His friend jumped a little when he spread his cheeks, but Adam quickly relaxed. Leaning forward he sniffed trying to see if there was a smell, but there really wasn't a smell. Well, there was, but just the smell sweat and maybe that just overpowered everything else. Leading forward he stuck out his tongue and let the tip of it touch Adam's hole. It twitched. That had not happened in the video or at less not that he could see.

He did it again. This time Adam didn't move as much and RJ let his tongue linger feeling the other boy's hole. Experimentally he gave it a little push with his tongue and Adam stiffened. When he did it again his little friend let out a little moan in that excited him. He dove into his friend's crack like it was a taco. He licked up and down the crack and even let his tongue slide over the small sac that was still tight up against Adam's body.

Adam wasn't quiet and feeling and he pushed back against his friend's mouth. Adam wanted something more. He wasn't sure what that was, but the boy know he wanted it. RJ obliged eagerly. When RJ first saw the video, he had been revolted, but that had quickly grown to fascination it. Adam seemed to like it and his part didn't bother him. He could also tell that Adam was approaching the good feeling. He made sure to place his figures over the tip of the boy's erection.

A moment later, Adam climaxed. It was dry but strong. Every muscle in his body seemed intense except for one. When Adam climaxed he tended to pee a little. Sometimes it was only a few drops and other times it was more of a stream. This time RJ could tell it was one of the larger loads. He felt that dribbled out his hand at his wrist and his forearm stopping only at his elbow.

Once he do Adam was done RJ lifted his arm and licked it clean. A few weeks ago he would've found that discussing, but now he knew it just tasted salty and warp. When he finished he spun the chair around slowly so he could see the face of Adam beet red and eyes glazed over.

"You want to give it a try?" RJ asked.

Adam seemed to step out of a trance and slowly shook his head no. "Maybe next week?"

RJ hid his disappointment well. Adam would probably suck him off instead or at least give him a hand job. Those were nice and although it was against his sense of fair play that he did something that Adam would not, he also knew you didn't bully your friends. Adam will do it next week, he always did. RJ accepted a blow job and gave Adam a big kiss. Still naked they sat by the teacher's desk and watched the games for a while. It was nice.

The End

"No you're not!" Ten-year-old Daniel shouted!

"I am too!" Keith shouted back.

"You can't have hair down there like my brothers! You're only nine years old!" Daniel crossed his arms.

"I do! I can even make cum! I bet you don't even know what that is!" Keith crossed his arms and stared down at his smaller friend.

Daniel did know all about cum. Only a few nights ago he had been spying on his brother and his girlfriend when they thought he had been sleeping. He had watched as she sucked on his oldest brother's erection. At the last minute she had spotted him on the stairs and pulled off with a shout. It had been too late though as his brother erupted and hit her in the face with his load. He had laugh at the time, but his brother had not found it so. Of course his brother had to explain everything or else Daniel would've told what he saw. "I do to know what cum is and you're too young to make it and so am I."

"I have hair and I cum twice a day!"

Daniel rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe his friend was still going on about this. Then an idea occurred to him and he smiled. "All right Keith if you're not lying you won't mind making a bet. If you have hair I will suck you off and you can cum in my mouth. However, if you're lying you have to suck me!"

"Fine!" Keith said. His friend did a quick look around, but they were in Daniel's Fort and no one could see them unless they were on top of them.

Then to Daniel's surprise, Keith pulled his shorts down and exposed himself. Keith did not just have a little dark hair around his crotch, but a lot. He stared down at his friend's bush and huge cock. When Daniel peeled his eyes away� he saw Keith grinning at him.

"It's called precocious puberty. That means I'm maturing faster than anyone else."

Daniel looked down again almost expecting some sort of trick. His hand reached out and talk about a little tough hair wondering if it was taped on or something.

Keith pulled back a little. "Don't do that it hurts."

"Sorry," Daniel said almost automatically. Then he frowned. "You tricked me."

"No, you called me a liar. I have hair. We made a bet."

Daniel thought back and reluctantly realized he had not been tricked. "You're right."

More annoyed that he had been wrong then at what he would have to do Daniel fell to his knees. Now that he was at eye level and he found himself a little curious. Hesitantly he lifted his hand up and felt some of the hair again. This time he didn't tugged at it but just rubbed it against his fingers. It was a lot more oily than he thought it would be in course to. Keith's brown hair was soft but down here it was more rough and darker. He also noticed a smell. It wasn't a bad smell but it was just sort of there. Bringing his fingers to his nose he noticed it was stronger.

Keith's shaft had been soft at first but now he could watch it grow. Daniels penis soft was about as long as his thumb and as thick as his little finger. Keith's was larger and thicker. It probably started out as long as his middle finger and twice as thick. Now though it was growing slowly but visibly. It was thicker and longer now and when he took it in his hand it was surprisingly warm. Curiously he rubbed his thumb along it but it just felt like skin. However, as he held onto it, it got really hard. So hard, it was up straight.

When he pulled his hand down the foreskin came with that exposing the other boy's glans. The idea of putting that into his mouth was a bit scary but in a strange way also exciting. He only kind of knew what to do having seen his brother's girlfriend but it could be that different from a Popsicle, it was about the right shape. As he got closer to the erection he noticed some clear liquid at the tip and wondered if his friend had not pee. On closer inspection it didn't look like it was thicker somehow and when he touched it with his finger he found more it kind of stuck to his skin but it didn't feel sticky.

Curiously he tasted it with his tongue and found it didn't have any taste. Turning his attention back to the shaft he wrapped a hand around it and then to the little forward to slide his mouth onto it. He intended to suck on it like he would an icicle but it felt more like a finger. The first couple of times it was hard to go up and down but as he left his saliva there he found it easier. Keith made some sounds that sounded like he was happy so Daniel kept doing that. His friend started swinging his hips forward a little as he came down and then back as he pulled back up. For some reason, that excited Daniel.

Then Keith placed his right hand on top of Daniel's head. The hand wasn't holding Daniel's down but the boy got the idea. A moment later he felt something warm hit the top of his mouth. It was like when you suck on a straw too hard and some soda hit the back of your throat. He pulled off and coughed a little having not really tasted the liquid. When he looked up he saw Keith was flushed, but he looked concerned.

"You okay?"

Keith nodded. "I guess that was cum?"

"Yeah did you taste it?" Keith asked.

Daniel shook his head. "It went down too fast. I wonder what it would've tasted like?"

"Salty," Keith said casually.

Daniel nodded a second before he realized something. "How do you know that?"

Keith smiled. "I always clean up my messes."

The End

#3

Cowboy and Indian

"Three, two, one it's roundup time!" Clark shouted.

11-year-old Clark turned around and opened his eyes. He wore a fake cowboy hat and vest. He also had a fake gun at his hip and a very real rope. The getup was not his idea. You never had a cowboys and Indians phase unlike Davon who was currently knee-deep in it. He could hear the six-year-old's laughter coming from the hallway. He wasn't very good at hiding.

Clark's mother looked after Davon until his mother from work usually an hour or two after school. Of course, Clark's mother actually worked from home which meant she was only theoretically available to look after Davon. Basically as long as Clark and Davon stayed upstairs, Clark's mom left them alone. There had never been any trouble between the two boys so the arrangement worked out for everyone.

Clark stepped into the guest bedroom and looked around. There were few enough spots to hide upstairs and after he checked behind the door, Clark knew the boy was trapped. Kneeling down he saw that no one was under the bed which meant the closet was the only option left. Preparing the rope he walked to the two doors and pulled them open simultaneously. With the squeal Davon try to run out of the closet, but the rope landed around him.

If the younger boy wanted to, he could have escaped, but the boy enjoyed getting caught. Dressed in a makeshift loincloth made of some string and two washcloths, he was otherwise naked. With skin black as night, the two made an interesting contrast. Clark's skin was pale made worse by winter. The rope was wrapped around the younger boy's naked chest several times. The rope bound Davon's arms to his side and chest. It was not tight, but it kept his arms in one place. Clark marched his prisoner back to his bedroom where he closed the door. He turned around just in time to see Davon climb up onto the bed. His loincloth did little to hide his treasures and by the time he on top of the bed his balls were there for everyone to see. Well at least Clark could see them. They still shined from leftovers spit from last time he had captured the boy.

"All right," Clark said trying to imitate one of the sheriffs he had seen on some old black and white movie. "I'm, going to let you choose your own punishment this time. Partner." He added the last part after a second.

Davon erupted in the giggles and when they subsided he stared at the ceiling for a second. The way the game was played with simple. If Davon could make it back into the bedroom without being caught he chose the punishment for Clark. If Clark caught him, Clark chose the punishment. Clark won about two thirds of the time. He had just started learning fractions.

The punishments had Western themes. A 'Cactus Seat' was five spankings, a 'Rio Grande' meant Davon's balls would be licked for three minutes, while an 'O.K Corral' met he would be tickled for two minutes. One of Clark's favorites was 'Rough Ground'. He tied Davon's feet together and left the boy on the floor. Sitting on the bed he raced Davon's feet and secured the between his legs. He then tickled the boy's feet until he cried dead or alive. One time his laughter became so loud Clark's mother actually came upstairs and knocked on the door to see if everything was okay. That was scary.

"I want a 'Bucking Bronco'." Davon announced.

Clark was surprised to hear that one. It was usually the end of the game and they had only gone a few rounds. Davon hadn't even used his favorite victory punishment, 'Stagecoach'. Not that Clark particularly liked having to carry the boy on his back while he walked around on all fours naked and occasionally getting smacked in his butt.

"If that's what you want. Partner." Clark had forgotten to do the voice.

Addressing himself under Davon's scrutiny he knelt in pulled out from under the dresser a bottle of baby oil. He didn't have to get himself hard; Clark is hard ever since the Canyon of two rounds ago. That one involves the only crack in the human body and the liberal use of Clark's tongue. Lane horizontally across his bed he applied lubricant to himself as Davon carefully maneuvered to be next to him. Holding up his arms he let the on leaned forward and practically swung on top of him. He pulled away the makeshift loincloth and now they were both truly naked. Bringing his legs up Clark let Davon rest against them as he slowly lined everything up. Using his thumbs to spread the boy cheeks he slowly lowered the other on to this member which wasn't particularly large. There was a little resistance but once he pushed past the ring it was okay. Davon was already stiff when his butt came to rest against Clark's body.

"Ready?" Clark asked.

"Ready." Davon forgetting his politically incorrect way of speaking like a black-and-white Hollywood Indian.

Slowly Clark raised his hips pushing Davon into the air. In the past he had fallen so Davon had learned how to wrap his legs around the other boy. Once Clark thought he was secure he started to introduce the bucking part of the Bucking Bronco. His hips sped up and down faster and faster. Davon tightened his grip with his legs in the pleasure came not from going in and out of Davon, but simply shifting the boy around which caused his member to rub on the voice inside. It was hard exhausting work. Clark forgot all about that because too soon he started to feel the feeling down in his balls. Davon was clearly enjoying his ride, but when Clark got the feeling he caved instantly.

As Clark's butt bounced against the bed he closed his eyes as waves of pleasure washed over him. Davon sat there for a few seconds still on top of Clark. When he started to inch forward Clark opened his eyes and realized what his friend wanted. Opening his mouth he patiently waited for the boy to insert his erection and without complaint sucked him off.

The End

#4

New Recruit

12-year-old Seth with his neighbor six-year-old Scott were the first to arrive at the abandoned house. The house had been vacant for about a year and there had been little effort to keep it up. The grass was knee-high in the front had a cracked window. From the front it was easy to imagine that no one had visited the house in months. If anyone walked around back, though, they would see it was well visited. The grass was trampled in the swing set was obviously still in use.

Scott rushed towards the swing set and Seth followed after. The six-year-old hopped on a swing as 12-year-old gave him a running push. In just in time to miss his friend's feet of the downswing Seth rolled onto the grass and watched as his younger friend's legs pumped to climb higher and higher.

Scott was a redhead whose hair was so right it was almost orange. His skin was usually pale but he had been spending so much time in the sun recently entered more of an angry red. Seth smiled to himself remembering that that was an all over tan. Unlike his younger friend he had tan more evenly over the summer. Lately he had been lingering in the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror. He wasn't bad looking if he thought so himself. With dark brown curly hair which he kept long and a nice body what was there to stare at? From his nice round calf to his visible abs he was hot.

A minute later he heard the sound of two bikes. Sitting up he first saw is chubby eight-year-old Hispanic friend Leo. The boy was pleasantly plump and had been following him around ever since he had stopped some kids picking on him early in the year. Behind them followed someone Seth recognized but didn't know. The school was pretty small and he had seen him at recess. The kid was ten and name Michael, Leo had told him that. Leo had also said the boy could produce sperm which Seth was interested in.

He stood up as the two boys got off their bike and walked towards them. "Hey Leo." Seth called out. "This your friend?"

Leo grinned showing the missing tooth. "Yeah, this is Michael. He's like you."

Seth looked at Michael. He was only a little shorter that have with closely cropped blonde hair. "Hi, Leo told you what we do here?"

The boy grinned. "He showed me some of it. He says it's a lot of fun."

Seth smiled. "So you're interested in joining? We haven't had a new member yet really. I guess we are all founders. So we'll all have to agree for you to join."

"All right, what do I have to do?" Michael said.

Seth had given this some thought. "Well first you have to say you want to join."

"I did." Michael objected.

"No say you want to join it then our group's name."

Michael understood. "I want to join the Cock Sucker's Association."

Scott giggled behind Seth who smiled. He wasn't sure what 'Association' was, but it sounded funny. "All right then. The second step is an examination. Let's all get naked."

As always Scott was the fastest. He only wore sandals on his feet and pulled his shorts and underwear down at the same time. Seth noticed they were SpongeBob this time. Surprisingly Michael was next. Apparently he was very eager. Leo and he finished at a more leisurely rate. Michael seemed to have a nice body. He had broad shoulders and was completely hairless. He had the foreskin which meant the group was now split 50-50 on that issue.

There was a small patio attached the house with a brick wall. They dropped their clothing their so bug would not crawl in them. Seth preferred to go around his house barefoot when playing outside. Scott had started imitating him as soon Seth agreed to take responsibility for him. Leo was still getting used to it and Michael walked down the grass like it was made out of glass.

The boys stood around in a circle with Michael in the middle. Seth could see all of their crutches now. The thought Scott was cute with the balls still tight up against his body and a small little dick even with the foreskin. Leo shaft was about the same size Scott, but his balls breaking down a little about the size of Seth's fingernail. Michael's equipment was interesting. It wasn't anything special. Yet somehow, he expected something different. It was a nice pair of balls to shaft hanging down to about their length when you included the foreskin. Seth knelt down to get a better look.

Slowly he moved around Michael as did the others. Seth noticed a small scar Michael's leg, but it was at his butt where he paused. Seth liked butt. Reluctantly he started to move away standing up where he started. "Well he looks good to me. Does anyone have complaints?" Both Scott and Leo shook their heads no.

"Well, then there's only one less thing to check. I understand you cum. I want to see that before agreeing to let you in."

Michael nodded.

Usually getting someone hard is easy. Michael seemed to have a little stage fright. Seth kissed, he licked and fondled to no effect. The other boy was shifting from foot to foot nervously. I sat back on my heels for a second and looked up at Michael. His face was flushed with embarrassment.

Seth placed a hand on Michael knee and slowly slid it up his thigh until he reached his butt cheek. Seth's finger found the valley and started to slide a bit until it reached his hole. Making small circles he made Michael smile and Seth leaned back to kiss his balls. The attack from both ends finally got him hard.

Seth stuck his tongue out to lick his shaft as he also pushed against his hole. Michael arched his back and stood up on his toes. Glancing over at the boys he saw them both jerking off furiously. Seth wrapped his mouth around Michael's shaft and started to pop up and down. After that it didn't take long for Michael to climax, but the other two were still going. Leo came first and Scott a few seconds after. Seth watched was the world still in his mouth is Michael turned around to see what was going on.

Seth who still had eluded his mouth stood up and walked over to Scott who was flushed, not just his cheeks but his entire face, neck and shoulders. The boy looked up at him as he knelt down and gave him a kiss. The boy's mouth opened and Seth slid his in and deposited the load in his younger friend's mouth.

Scott swallowed and smiled. "Tastes like yours."

"Good." Seth said gesturing for Leo to follow him. The trio walked some distance away and huddled. "Anyone have with Michael joining?"

"No," Leo said.

Scott was a little quiet and looked up at Seth. "Like I don't have to do anything with him, Right?"

Seth smiled. Scott would do anything with him, but he would only do some things with Leo. "I'll make sure he understands that we never force anyone to do anything."

Scott nodded. "Okay then."

"All right. Any ideas how we should officially welcome him?"

Scott grinned. "Shower."

"Yeah, that would be funny." Leo agreed.

"All right." Showers were particular favorite of Scott. He liked pee on people and being pee on. It may take a shower with him very interesting.

The trio walked back around in circle Michael again. Seth cleared his throat. "Michael, you are aware that the Cock Sucker Association is completely voluntary. You cannot be forced or be forced to do something."

"Yeah, I wouldn't." Michael said.

"Good. Now all you have to go through is the entry ceremony and you'll be an official member. Neil and be pee on." There was a second of silence and Seth quickly added. "Don't worry that you still works."

A little reluctantly Michael knelt down and the three boys proceeded to pee on. Seth aimed for Michael's crotch and worked his way up to his chin. Leo just hit one spot and let it run down to his knees while Scott went around back pedal along his spine causing it took down through his butt crack. Michael try not to wince but when he stood Seth gave him a big hug as did the other two and they all needed to use the hose.

The End

#5

Too Good to Be True

"Oh, Mikey, I'm going to." Charle's last words were swallowed by a loud moan. His fifth orgasm of the day almost hurt. His cock twitched as he had a dry orgasm for the first time in nearly three years. The 16-year-old could hardly believe it as he looked down between his legs and into the brown eyes of the 6-year-old who brought him so much pleasure. Mikey let go of this quickly softening member and stood naked. The boy's own small tool was small and soft. Charles had brought him to climax twice today, but as he turned around and started to get dressed it was evident he wasn't interested in going for a third.

"Well you were right. You could make me hard again." Charles said as he started to look around for his own clothing.

"It was because of my butt."

Those words coming from Mikey's childish voice was odd to Charles's ears. According to Mikey he had discovered sex on the Internet and had become obsessed with it. Charles didn't know what the boy why Mikey had chosen him, but he is been grateful he had. In the last five weeks since he had moved in Charles had probably had more orgasms between the boy's mouth and hands that he had had in his entire life. At first Charles felt guilty and even try to stop the boy and his wandering hands, but what 16-year-old could turn down a free orgasm. He never made Charles do anything, the boy just seem to love sucking cock. Charles returned the favor sometimes, but strangely Mikey didn't seem to be all that interested. Sometimes he did like to be stroked or sucked on though. It was kind of hard to judge when though.

"Let's get you a drink." Charles said scooping Mikey up into his arms. The teenager touched his forehead to the boy's which caused him to giggle. "Some soda should get that taste out of your mouth."

The boy wrapped his arms around Charles's neck. "You didn't spit. So no taste."

"Well I still think you deserve a soda."

Charles smiled as he carried the boy out of the room. Why Mikey called cumming 'spitting' he didn't know. It was kind of cute though. Charles wondered if it might have something do with his older brother, but Mikey never really talked about his older brother. Charles would not even know Mikey had one, if he hadn't seen him once.

Placing the boy on the counter he retrieve two soda cans from the refrigerator. Charles opened it from Mikey before handing it to him. Jokingly they click the cans together before both taking a sip.

Mikey smacked his lips together. "Can I stay here tomorrow? All day?" Mikey asked suddenly.

Charles took a sip from his can. "Why are you asking?" Mikey tended to drift over in the morning and stay till around evening. His mother had been a bit concerned at first especially when she found out for the most part Charles was alone all day. Charles's dad worked six days a week and his mom died when he was about seven. She had relented only after talking to Charles's father and realizing Charles didn't mind. The blow jobs certainly helped to make the boy's presents tolerable, but he really wasn't much trouble. When Charles wanted to read or play a game again we just have to bring out some of his old toys and Mikey would play quietly. Even without the cock sucking it was kind of nice to have a little brother of a sort.

Mikey looked down and spoke in a very quiet voice. "My mom's taking me to my aunt's birthday party. I don't want to go."

Charles smiled. After his mother died he had often been dropped off at the elderly aunt's house after school. It was no fun in he couldn't blame Mikey for wanting to get out of such a visit. "I don't know. Sometimes you have to visit family. It is sort of like an obligation. Even when you don't enjoy it, they might like seeing you."

Mikey's hand tightened around his can and Charles could hear it crinkle. "I will suck your cock ten times."

"I'm not sure I could do it that many times. Even if you did run your butt against it until I was raw. I will ask but I don't think your mom will allow it."

Mikey nodded solemnly.

Charles ruffled his hair. He liked the silky feeling under his fingers. Actually now that he thought about it Mikey was pretty cute. He still had a little baby fat on him and his cheeks puffed out a little. His lips were thin and red. His little cock was cute too. Charles had always been pretty easy-going with who he was attracted to, consider himself bi with a 50-50 split. A kid however? Well not until Mikey. He had found himself thinking of him more like a boyfriend then just a friend.

On the odd occasion Charles still found himself masturbating it was to thoughts of Mikey. He would imagine Mikey lying next to him naked they would kiss as he caressed the little boy's body. His fingers with fondled the boy's balls bringing him to an erection although at his age difference between soft and hard was minor. He imagined sucking on the boy's nipples his cock is the point at the same like his nipples and cock as the boy returned the favor. He had even imagined poking the boy's butt. That he had always kept in his fantasies. It wasn't that he was large, but Mikey was small. The boy clearly knows a little about sex to and aside from rubbing Charles's shaft against his butt, he never seem interested in anything further.

There was a knock at the door and Charles went to answer it. Not to his surprise it was Mikey's mother, a middle-aged woman carrying a few extra pounds. She seemed nice enough and her voice was gentle as she spoke. "I'm here for my little one."

Charles smiled back because that's what you were supposed to do. "He is in the kitchen, but Mikey asked me to ask. I guess you're taking him to his aunt's birthday party. Well, he really doesn't want to go and asked if he could stay with me instead. I really don't mind, but well family." The woman smiled at tilted her head to look behind Charles. Charles turned around to see Mikey in the kitchen doorway staring at them.

"Mikey," his mother said in a pleasant voice. "You're your aunt's favorite nephew. She would be heartbroken if you didn't go to her party. You'll enjoy it once you're there. There'll be other kids."

What happened next, Charles would always remember. The look that crossed over Mikey's face defined classification. It was a twist of anger and hatred and so many other things that only lasted for second. Mikey then threw is mostly full can of soda at them before turning and running. Charles guessed he was aiming for his mother, but hit him instead. So shocked was Charles that when his mother started after him she tripped over him and they both fell in the narrow entryway. Mikey's mother claimed to her feet and shouted. "Michael Isaias Tomlinson, you get back here now!"

There was no answer. As they both started after Mikey they saw the back door opened. Mikey's mother stepped outside and looked around. "Where could he have gone?" She demanded of Charles.

Charles stepped outside and looked around. His house was in a development, but it was at the very back and it went right into the woods. Charles was still a bit stunned that the normally passive Mikey had done something like that. It took a moment for him to speak. "I showed him where I used to play when I was a kid in the woods. Let me go check those spots. I'll bring my cell phone and call when I found him. It shouldn't take too long."

Mikey's mother nodded and looked over at him. "He gets like this sometimes, him and his brother both. They're not bad boys, they just get frustrated sometimes. Be sure to tell him he is not in trouble. I'll see if I can clean up that soda he spilled."

Charles nodded and darted back inside to retrieve his cell phone. He had Mikey's mother's cell phone number in his address book already. It had been one of the things she had insisted on when Mikey had first started hanging out at his place. Going back outside Charles looked at the backyard. The woods were about 10 feet [3 m] away and there was a small hill that became a bigger hill. He was pretty sure that was the only way Mikey could've disappeared so fast. He must be heading towards Charles's old fort.

At a jog it only took him about two minutes to reach. The sun was already setting casting crazy shadows in the woods. When he had been a kid this had been his favorite time to play in the woods because it looked so different. He had imagined being on an alien world fighting monsters and things like that. Later, air soft guns took place of pretend guns and now he didn't come back much here.

When the fort came into view so did Mikey and Charles would've stopped and called to tell his mother he had been found. However, Mikey was hitting a tree with all of the fury a six-year-old could muster with wild punches and kicks. He didn't look over his shoulder as Charles stepped up behind him and grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the tree. He glanced at Mikey's hands and saw that they were bleeding. "What the hell!"

Mikey sniffed when Charles looked down at his face and saw the boy was crying. When he spoke his voice was soft and sounded like a mantra. "I don't want to go. I don't want to go. Don't make me go. Please. Please don't make me go. I'll do anything you want."

For a second Charles didn't know what to do. This was so not what he had been expecting. His mind just sort of froze and mechanically asked. "What's wrong?"

Mikey was silent for a second. He seemed just as lost as Charles at the moment. After a very long pause he spoke. "I hate her. I want her to die."

Charles was still in shock himself, but he knew that the 'her' he referred to was his mother and that touched a spot in Charles his own heart. Unconsciously, his hand tightened around Mikey's arm. "You don't want that. You don't want your mother to die."

"Then I want too!" Mikey shouted. He started crying then. Not just shedding tears, but sopping. His breaths heaving and when Charles let go of his arm he fell to the ground and curled up into a ball. Charles wasn't sure how long it took him to recover. To realize something wasn't right. His mind was working in slow-motion, but at some point he recognized the destination. He just didn't want to reach it.

Inevitably though he knelt down and stroked the boy's hair. That calmed Mikey down a little Charles asked. "What's going to happen at your aunt's birthday party?"

"Not supposed to tell. I'll get punished if I tell."

"No, you won't. I just wanted to know. If you tell me why I will make sure you don't go."

Mikey was silent for a moment, will as silent as he could be while he was still crying. "I have to do things."

"What type of things?" Charles asked.

"They tell me to get naked. I have to stay naked. All the boys do. Not the girls. The girls are in charge. You have to do what the girls tell you to do."

"What do they tell you to do?" Charles asked automatically.

"Things. Sometimes they tell me to suck someone off or they pinch me all over. We have to bring them food and drinks were not allowed to put our clothes back on. Not until they say we can. My aunt puts her fingers in my butt. Some other people do to. It hurts. Some of the other boys get dicks put up there. I'm too small for that, but my brother isn't."

"Your brothers there? How many people are there?" Charles asked.

"A couple," Mikey said in a quiet tone. "Seven boy sometimes more. Dads too. I don't want to go."

Charlie stroked Mikey's and thought back to their first meeting. In been playing basketball outside and the boy had quietly snuck up behind him and asked if he could play. Charles hadn't seen any harm in it. He told the boy to ask his mom if was okay and when he had come back he said it was. Charles had seemed the boy's family move into the neighborhood a few days ago. There would be a few boys around his brother's age, but not around Mikey's or his own. It was a hot day like most summer days. After a while Charles was thirsty and he asked if Mikey was too.

Going inside he had retrieve two sodas and taken the boy out back on the porch. There was a swinging chair built for two there and they had sat and talked for a little. Charles remembered telling Mikey that he didn't have a mother and talking about their families. He remembered Mikey coming closer to him and then resting his head down on Charles's lap. At first it was just innocent but the boy had started rubbing his head slowly back and forth which had definitely caused him an erection. Charles had been too scared to do anything not wanting to startle the boy or draw attention to it in case he had noticed.

The boy sat up and with one hand unzipped Charles his fly and fished out his erection. He watched astonished as the boys tongue reached out and started looking him. Charles could still remember how the boys tongue licked around his head up and down his shaft making it nice and wet before he took it into his mouth. The boy had gone up and down a little in part of Charles had wanted to stop the boy, but he was 16 and someone was giving him a blow job. When he climaxed the boy had not cared. He swallowed it and looked up at him and asked if he could play a little more basketball. That had been the beginning of it. He should've known the first day something was wrong. No kid did that naturally. Not to a stranger they just met only a few minutes ago.

As Charles sat there stroking Mikey's hair he pulled out his cell phone. He should call the police, he knew that. However, he also knew if Mikey told him what they had done together that he would be in trouble. He could call Mikey's mother and say he knew what was going on and say Mikey wasn't going to go anymore. That might work. He could also just tell her that he found her son and not mention any of it. Maybe they could go on and pretend like everything was normal. Maybe Mikey would just stop coming around.

Letting out a sigh he dialed.

"911 what is your emergency."

The End