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                          At The Sunoco Quarry
                               by Openbook

Copyright© 2006 by Openbook


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Description: The twenty seventh story in the Caddymaster saga. Jackie has some experiences with the kids in his cousin Billy's crowd. He learns not to take everything and everyone at face value.

Codes: mf cons violent les het exhib size
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Chapter 1

My brother, Ray, had asked me to go swimming with him, over at the Sunoco quarry. It was an old, abandoned, rock quarry between Groton and Poquonnock Bridge. You had to sneak around out there, because it was posted property. Sunoco had purchased the property some years before, years after the quarry had already been shut down. I don't know what plans they had for it when they acquired it, maybe some kind of storage facility. The quarry had one section of it that had filled up with rainwater, to a depth of thirty or forty feet, and a lot of the local children went swimming there. It was popular mainly because it was fun to jump or dive off the rocky ledges, and because there were no adults out there to check on what the kids were doing. At night, it was a great make out spot too.

This time I'm remembering was when I was fourteen years old. It was right before the Gordon sisters moved into the house behind ours. It was on a Monday in late June. I wasn't caddying at the time, because the golf course was always closed on Mondays, so that the groundskeepers could get the course back in shape. The course took a beating after a week of heavy play by the club members and the guests at the Griswold Hotel.

My Cousin Billy showed up at the quarry, right after we got there. He arrived with three of his friends. Five minutes after Billy got there, Margaret Tracy pulled up beside John Gracia's car, the one Billy was riding in, with four other girls. Margaret was driving her dad's car.

Ray and I knew enough to stay away from Billy and the older kids. Margaret didn't like me at all, and I tried to stay away from Billy and his friends whenever she was anywhere around them. In fact, if I'd have known that my cousin and Margaret were going to be there, I'd have stayed away from the quarry that day.

Seeing them all walking towards us, Ray and I both decided to jump into the water. There were nine of them, Billy, John Gracia, Tommy Spicer, Herbert Martin, Margaret, Glenda Porter, Karen and Barbara Gower, and Diane Torres. Karen and her sister, Barbara, were going out with Tommy Spicer and John Gracia. Glenda and Diane weren't going with anyone that I knew of. Herbert Martin was the oldest of the boys, he was kind of retarded, and had been kept back in school at least four times. Billy and his friends were always trying to fix Herbert up with girls. The reason they did this was because Herbert's father used to always let Billy and his friends have parties over at his house. They had some kind of a deal that they gave Mr. Martin the money, and he would buy them the beer and wine for the parties, and then leave it in his house for them to drink at their party. Billy and all his friends liked Herbert okay, but, part of the reason they let him hang around with them was because Mr. Martin was always doing them those types of favors.

Billy walked over to the edge of the quarry, looking down at Ray and I treading water, twenty feet below him. "Jackie, why did you two jump in like that?"

"We didn't want to wait and get thrown in, Billy." The water was cold, but we both knew we were safe as long as we stayed out in the middle, away from the ledge. Cousin Billy couldn't swim. Billy just laughed, walking back to where his friends were. Ray and I treaded water, discussing what our best options might be. We'd left our shirts, pants, and shoes, up on a rock about five feet from where Cousin Billy had been standing. Sooner or later, we were going to have to climb up out of the water to retrieve them. Perhaps our jumping in hadn't been the best plan for avoiding trouble.

After about ten minutes in the water, Ray swam over to the rocks, and started climbing up to where we'd left our clothes. They waited until he had dressed himself before John Gracia and Tommy Spicer picked him up and threw him back into the water. Ray managed to turn in the air, so that he landed feet first. Everyone was looking down at us and laughing about what they had done to Ray. Herbert Martin then picked up all my clothes and threw them down into the water too.

"Herbert, you're a fucking retard!" Even as I yelled it, I knew it was a mistake for me to have done so. All the guys, except for Billy, were yelling insults and threats down at me, daring me to come up and say that to Herbert's face. Billy was looking at me, but he wasn't smiling, or joining in the taunting. "I'd come up there and kick his ass, if I knew the rest of you wouldn't jump on me too." Herbert was nineteen years old, but he wasn't really that much of a fighter. I had little doubt that I could more than hold my own against him.

John Gracia was Billy's closest friend at that time. "You think you could kick my ass, Jackie? Come on up here and try it if you do. I promise no one will jump on you, except for me." John was shorter than I was, but he was three years older, and about twenty pounds heavier. I knew he could fight, I'd seen him in several fights over the years in the neighborhood. He wasn't anywhere near the fighter that Billy was, or that Tommy Spicer was either. Except for Herbert Martin, John Gracia was the best I could hope to face as an opponent. I didn't want to fight any of them, but, I wasn't going to let them get by with throwing all my clothes in the water. I really felt like I had to do something about it. If I didn't, none of them would respect me.

"Billy, do you promise to keep everyone else off me if I come up and fight Gracia?" I looked up at Billy's face, not really expecting him to agree to what I was asking. There was a code of honor about things like that. If Billy gave me his promise, I had nothing to worry about as far as all of them ganging up on me.

"He'll probably kick your ass, Jackie, and he wouldn't need any help from us to do it. You'd be better off staying down there in the water." The tone of Billy's voice told me that he wanted me to stay where I was. Billy didn't want there to be any trouble where my father could later claim that he wouldn't stick up for his own family. Putting friends before family was a serious sin as far as my father was concerned. Most of our family felt that same way about it. It was okay if we fought among ourselves, but we had to stick together against non-family members.

"I'm not afraid of John. I think I can kick his ass, Billy. I'm not coming up there though, not unless you promise to keep everyone else away from us." Billy turned away from me, walking out of sight. This was another signal to me that he didn't want me fighting John Gracia. Herbert and John Gracia stayed at the edge of the quarry, yelling their threats down to Ray and me, having a lot of fun describing all the things they were going to do to Ray and me the next time they caught us on dry land. Everyone else had turned away from the quarry ledge when Billy did.

I heard Margaret Tracy's loud whining voice, chastising Billy because she thought he should have promised what I asked for, just so that I would have come up and got my ass kicked. John Gracia, seeing an opportunity to act tough in front of his friends, started in complaining to Billy also.

"You're just protecting that prick, because he's your cousin, Billy. You should have let him come up, so I could shut his big mouth for him." He sounded pretty convinced that he could handle me easily.

"Are you sure you want to try him, John? You're liable to find out that it wasn't Jackie I was trying to protect." Billy sounded more than a little bit angry. He didn't like people yelling at him about anything. "Margaret, you just better keep out of this. You're only trying to start trouble. Jackie didn't do anything to us, and Herbert shouldn't have to thrown his clothes in the water like he did."

"You really think that skinny fucker can beat me?" John Gracia walked over to Billy when he asked that, but I wasn't able to tell what else they were saying to each other. I was getting tired of treading water. After another five minutes, Billy came back to the edge of the quarry.

"Jackie, are you sure you want to fight John? Come up if you do, and I promise it will be just you and him." There wasn't any way I could refuse to come up, not after Billy gave me his promise. I started climbing up the rocks. "John, give him a few minutes to get his breath back after he gets up here. I don't want you to just jump on him." Ray had rescued all my clothes from the water, and was climbing up behind me. He looked like he didn't think this was such a good idea.

As I climbed the rocks, I started having my own doubts. One thing I was sure of, John Gracia couldn't possibly hit me as hard as my own father had done on several occasions. That hadn't killed me, or done me any permanent damage. I might get my ass kicked, but I doubted Billy would allow him to hurt me too badly. We were family. If Billy stood by and let me get badly hurt, he'd have to answer to my father for it. I was counting on him knowing that without me having to say it. By that same token, John Gracia was Billy's best friend. In case I managed to beat him, I'd have to remember that. Billy wouldn't allow me to beat John too badly.

I finished climbing out of the quarry, and sat down on a rock to rest. I was swimming in my underpants, so when Ray passed me my clothes, I wrung the water out my pants as much as I could, and then put them back on, along with my sneakers. I left the socks off, but I didn't want to be hopping around barefoot in a fight. I took as much time as I reasonably could, trying to get myself calmed back down.

My father always told me that the best way to fight was with a clear head and a relaxed mind. He said excitement only tired a person out quickly. I'd seen him fight quite a few times, and he usually looked very calm and relaxed. I knew he really believed what he was telling me. Finally, I stood up and started walking over to where Billy and his group were standing. Billy came forward to meet me.

"Jackie, there's no biting or eye gouging. Fists and feet are okay, but no stomping after someone gets knocked down. You can wrestle if you want to. When you're both down on the ground, punching is all right. Is all that okay with you?" I looked at John who was standing about fifteen feet from us. Everyone else had backed away from him, they were standing or leaning against the two cars they had come in. I nodded to Billy that it was all right with me. "Okay then, go ahead and fight."

Billy stepped back, and John started walking slowly towards me. He had his hands up in a boxing stance, and a confident smile on his face. I just stood there, trying to calm myself, remembering to take some deep breaths. I kept my hands down by my sides as he approached. As soon as he got close enough, I tried to kick him in the nuts. It was more of a move to arrest his forward motion, than any real attempt to do him serious harm. I think we were both surprised when he walked right into it. He was more surprised than I was though, and I hit him with a good left hand to his face as well. After that, I quickly stepped back a few steps to see how he'd react to it.

"What the fuck? Did you guys see what he did?" John turned around and looked at the spectators. I guess he was expecting them to protest to Billy in his favor. Whatever he expected, I moved right in behind him, punching him twice in the back of his head, and twice more on his flank, one above each kidney. He dropped to his knees, groaning, and trying to protect his head and sides, at the same time. I stepped back again, waiting for him to get up. I heard Billy yell something at me, but I didn't understand him. He was bending down soon after that, saying something to Gracia. He was whispering it to him. I saw John shaking his head side to side, and then he got back up on his feet and charged after me. He tackled me to the ground and we spent the next few minutes rolling around and trading blows. I'd have to say he got the better of this particular exchange, hitting me more than I managed to hit him. I did throw an elbow square into his nose, causing some blood to flow from both sides of it. He cut my face though, when he punched me, driving some sharp edged rock up against my cheek. I managed to move him off of me long enough to scramble back to my feet, and to move away when he tried to grab my legs to bring me back down.

I noticed that in the time we'd been rolling around on the ground, he had tired out more than I had. He had some trouble summoning up the energy to stand up and come after me. I took advantage of that by boxing him more, and then moving back out of his reach. He kept having to chase after me, hoping to wrestle me back down to the ground again. He was trying to dive after me for about the third time when I moved in, catching him on the side of his face with my knee. It wasn't as solid as I would have liked it, but he was already tired, and I think he was looking for a way to get the fight ended. He wanted some way that didn't result in a total loss for him. He was tired, and he had lost confidence in his ability to win. I saw him looking over at Billy, hoping, I thought, for some intervention.

"Are you satisfied, Jackie?" Billy's deep baritone voice sounded in my ear, and he had both my arms pinned with his hands, pulling me back from John. I was going to tell him I wasn't, but then he started squeezing both of my biceps with his very strong fingers. He did it hard enough that it was hurting me. "How about it, John, haven't you pounded on him enough yet?" John looked over at us and nodded his head up and down. He was satisfied. "Jackie, that's enough. I'm not going to let you hurt him. Tell him you've had enough." Billy whispered this to me, so low that I was the only one who could hear him.

"I've had enough too." I yelled it loud enough that everyone could hear me. Billy released my arms, and then went over to help John get up on his feet. I saw him telling John something too. John didn't look like he wanted to do any more fighting anyway.

"Nobody really won, so we'll have to call it a draw. Is that okay with the two of you?" We both nodded that it was. Billy made us both shake hands, and then he made Margaret go over to the ice bucket in John's car to get beers for John, Ray and me. She didn't look happy when she handed my beer to me. Billy brought out his church key and opened all our beers with a well practiced flourish. "That was a good fight. Nobody got hurt, and it showed that both of you knew what you were doing." Once Billy told us how it was going to be, there was no appeal. It was a draw. Everyone there to see it knew I'd kicked John's ass, but Billy knew that his way would keep the two of us from having to do it all over again.

Diane Torres was a year older than me, and a year ahead of me in school. She was dark skinned, with hair so dark it was almost black. Her eyes were the darkest brown I'd ever seen. As soon as I was standing by myself, she came over to stand next to me. She wasn't as nice looking as Margaret Tracy was, not even close, but she was better looking that Barbara and Karen, and I liked her looks better than Glenda's too. We started talking together, and she told me that she had been rooting for me to win the fight, if only because it would anger Margaret.

Diane had been one of Billy's girlfriends during one of the many times Margaret and Billy had been split up. Margaret had a history of treating all of Billy's ex-girlfriends badly. Unlike most of Billy's ex-girlfriends, Diane still liked him after he dumped her. Her being there in the group must have angered Margaret. For that reason alone, I liked Diane. After a few minutes, the two of us drifted further away from the main group. We were sitting on an outcropping of rock ten minutes later, when Ray came over with my socks and shirt.

I had been getting along pretty well with Diane, at least I was until Ray came over to sit with us. He was cute for a twelve year old, and he had blond hair and real fair skin. With his deep set blue eyes, and that big dimple in his cheek, some older girls found him adorable. Soon, Ray had Diane laughing at all his jokes. When I excused myself, five minutes later, neither of them seemed to notice my absence at all.

I walked over to John Gracia's car, getting myself a second can of beer. Glenda Porter was the girl that Billy and his friends were trying to fix Herbert Martin up with. It wasn't that she was that picky about who she made out with, but Herbert wasn't somebody that most girls would want people knowing they had made out with. Billy was trying to coax Glenda into the back seat of John's car, to sit next to Herbert, but he was meeting stiff resistance from her. Margaret was standing close by, urging Glenda to cooperate. I think Glenda was either thirteen or fourteen years old at that time. Herbert was nineteen. Billy and his buddies were getting desperate to find someone for him. With Diane sitting with Ray, and Glenda not even willing to go sit next to Herbert, the boys were afraid their plans for a big party over at Herbert's house that next weekend were in serious jeopardy.

"We just want you to sit with him and be a little friendly, Glenda. What's the harm in that? You're always asking to hang around with us, but you're never willing to help us out when we ask you to."

"Billy, he's almost twenty years old, and he's still in the ninth grade. I never said that I'd be his date. I thought you had brought Diane for him." Glenda seemed very uncomfortable to be refusing Billy's request, but also pretty determined that she wasn't going to sit with Herbert.

Barbara Gower, John Gracia's girlfriend, decided that she'd solve everyone's problem, hopping in the backseat to be with Herbert.

John Gracia got this really pissed off look on his face for a minute, after Barbara got in with Herbert, but then he just walked over to Glenda, grabbed her by the hand, and walked off, away from the car with her. She didn't resist him when he took her hand and led her away.

Billy and Margaret were both smiling after Barbara got in the backseat with Herbert. Other than John, none of the others seemed surprised by Barbara's actions. Billy went over and got in the front seat of Margaret's father's car with Margaret sitting behind the steering wheel. Tommy Spicer and Karen were already in the back seat of Margaret's dad's car. Since all four doors of Gracia's car were open, I slid in on the front passenger side.

"Herbert, stop touching me there!" I turned around to look when Barbara said that. Herbert had his hand on Barbara's breast and she was trying to remove it with both of her hands. She was protesting, but she was also laughing when she said it. I just sat there, facing backwards, drinking my beer and watching Herbert and Barbara. He was trying to kiss her while he groped her outside her blouse. "Herbert, stop that. Jackie's sitting up in the front seat, and he's watching us. Please, be good." Her words didn't seem to have much, if any, effect on Herbert. He did stop squeezing her breast, but only because he wanted to put his hand between her legs to touch her crotch. I noticed that she was still laughing as she screamed at him to stop.

She had hold of the offending hand with both of hers, but, Herbert still managed to rub up and down on her jeans covered crotch anyway. Soon enough, Herbert was also kissing her. I turned around, but tried adjusting the rear view mirror so that I had a good view of them. After five more minutes with the two of them kissing, I turned back around to look. It looked to me like Barbara's hands were now assisting Herbert's, instead of resisting him. She was also squirming her butt around while he felt her up.

Five minutes after that, Herbert had her laying down on the backseat cushion, and he was on top of her, dry humping. She had both her hands on his butt, and was encouraging him by her hand movements, and by the things she was saying to him. After another few minutes of this, I saw Herbert sitting up and undoing his belt and opening his pants.

I got up as soon as my beer was finished, and went off to look for a good place to take a leak. I looked over at the other car, Spicer was making out with Karen, and Billy and Margaret were kissing, with her straddled across his lap. Margaret had all her clothes on though, so I knew they weren't as close to doing something as Herbert and Barbara were.

When I'd left the other car, Herbert had his pants and underpants down by his ankles, and I saw Barbara trying to wiggle out of her too tight jeans. In those days, girls shrunk their jeans by climbing into the bathtub with the jeans on, as soon as they brought them home from the store. The jeans would shrink to fit their body.

I wandered over to where Diane and Ray were still sitting. Watching Herbert and Barbara in the backseat had given me a terrific boner, and I had to take a wicked leak too. "I need to take a leak, Ray, why don't you guys go over to the cars and get yourselves some more beer?"

"Are they all making out over there?" Diane asked the question. I noticed that Ray had lipstick smeared on his face, so I knew that they had been kissing at least.

"Spicer and Billy are making out with their girls. I think Herbert is probably doing it to Barbara by now. I don't know about Glenda and Gracia."

"Barbara is doing it with Herbert Martin? I thought she and John were going steady?" Diane was staring over at the two cars. She sounded very interested in what was going on over there.

"Go take a look for yourselves. He had his pants down when I left, and she was trying to get hers skinned off too." Diane got up off the rock they were sitting on, and practically dragged Ray over to Gracia's car. After they left, I unzipped and managed to take my leak over the edge of the quarry. I had almost finished when Glenda came walking up to me.

"Whatcha doing, Jackie?" I looked around for John Gracia, but I didn't see him. "John went for a long walk. Today isn't going that well for him."

"I thought you were with him?"

"Not really. I just wanted to get away from Herbert. John is really steamed at Barbara. He told me that she's done this before. He said he thinks she likes Herbert. He sounded like he was actually jealous of Herbert Martin."

"He should be. When I left them, they were pretty close to doing it. Herbert had his pants off and Barbara was trying to get hers off too. Diane and Ray went over to watch them."

Glenda was already halfway over to Gracia's car. She was scurrying right along too. I saw Ray and Diane sitting in the front seat of Gracia's car, looking into the back. I zipped back up and walked back to where everyone else was. Before I even got very close, I could hear Barbara urging Herbert on. I saw both her feet raised up and then I saw Herbert's naked butt moving up and down. They already had an audience of three, so I didn't see how one more could hurt anything.

It didn't surprise me to see how excited Ray was to be watching someone actually fucking. He was twelve years old. The way the other two were acting was a surprise though, especially Diane. Glenda already had a little bit of a reputation by then, but I hadn't ever heard anything about Diane fooling around with any boys other than Billy. Billy had broken up with her, saying that it was because she wouldn't do very many things with him. I had been surprised to even see her at the quarry with the others. She was turned around in her seat, up on her knees, raptly staring at the rutting couple in the backseat. Her eyes were opened really wide, and she seemed in some type of a trance as she watched and listened to Herbert and Barbara in the throes of intercourse. When Herbert lifted up off of Barbara and started spurting his seed all over the place, some of it got on Diane's arm. I thought she'd be revolted, but, instead, she took her other hand, and began rubbing the cum all over her forearm, like it was some type of skin lotion.

Even after he was finished, Herbert's dick didn't seem to get any smaller. He kept milking it with his hand as he stayed up on his knees, right above Barbara. Diane stayed right where she was, right up until the time that Herbert reached back and began pulling up his pants. She got up then, and began walking back to the rock she and Ray had been occupying when I came over to them. Ray followed after her, but Glenda stayed right where she was. She and I were standing right there watching, when Barbara reached up and guided Herbert's dick to her open mouth. Herbert stopped trying to pull his pants back up as soon as Barbara wrapped her lips around his dick.

I only watched for a few minutes before turning around and going after Ray. I was telling Ray it was time to head back home when the three of us noticed John Gracia striding purposefully towards his car. I quickly told Diane and Ray what Herbert and Barbara were doing when I left them, and both of them started running back to the car again to see it for themselves. Gracia got there before the two of them did, and there was an immediate angry reaction from him. He was reaching in from the front driver's side, trying to get his hands on Barbara, and screaming at the top of his lungs that she was nothing but a dirty slut and a cheap whore. She was screaming back at him that he was just jealous that Herbert was a better screw than he'd ever be. Herbert was trying to pull up his trousers, and to stay away from John and Barbara's fight at the same time. He wasn't having much success with either attempt.

Billy and Tommy finally had to come over and lead John away from his car. As soon as John left, Herbert managed to get his clothes back on. He immediately took off, walking away from all of us, heading back towards Groton. I got Ray by the arm and headed off in that same direction. We needed to get home anyway, and I wasn't sure about how wild things were going to get. If Ray hadn't been there, I might have stayed. I knew my father would hold me responsible for anything that happened to Ray while he was with me. After watching Diane, I was a little worried that things might get out of hand. I was a little jealous too. Ray wasn't happy with me forcing him to leave. According to him, Diane had been so hot that she was practically begging for it. Ray said she got hot after watching Herbert and Barbara going at it.

I was finally able to calm him down by reminding him that we needed to be home to get our room cleaned up before our father got home from the sub base. My father had made a passing comment about how we weren't keeping our bedroom up the night before. The way my father did things, if he came home that night and he didn't like the way our room looked, we'd be in big trouble. If we failed to clean our room, after him saying something to us about it the night before, we were going to have to stay in our room, cleaning it until he was satisfied.

Once he got it into his head that we weren't listening to his every spoken word, my father would keep us in our room for at least a week, while he performed nightly room inspections. It wouldn't matter how clean our room was, we wouldn't be able to pass his inspection, not until he was certain we'd learned our lesson about listening to him when he talked.

We cleaned our room really well, so that when my father came home, he was satisfied with it. Ray and I were both happy to have escaped so easily. At seven that night, while Ray was watching television, I went outside and walked over to Diane's house. She had a brother, Ricky, that was my age, and he and I had hung around some during school. When I got to her house, Diane was sitting outside on the stairs. I asked about Ricky, but he was over at a friend's house. I sat down beside her on the stairs.

"Did anything interesting happen after Ray and I left today?" I wanted to get her thinking about what happened out at the quarry.

"I don't know. After Herbert and you guys left, John gave Glenda and me a ride home. I've never seen him so mad. He got away from Billy after you guys left, and slapped Barbara in the face. Billy had to wrestle him down on the ground and talk to him. It was the only way to get John to leave Barbara alone. When Billy let him up, he made him drive Glenda and me home. Barbara stayed with Karen and the others. They all might still be out at the quarry. Margaret hasn't brought her dad's car home yet."

"Do you still like Billy, Diane?"

"I don't know. It doesn't matter if I do or don't, because he loves Margaret anyway." The way she said it, you could tell that she still liked him. They had only gone together for about a month, and that was back around Christmas time. Billy had told everyone after they split up that Diane was too straitlaced for his tastes. Really though, everyone knew it was because he and Margaret wanted to get back together again.

"Did you like watching Barbara and Herbert today?" She put her head down a little, and then gave it a quick up and down nod. She looked a little embarrassed to be asked such a question. "You should have stayed to see what Barbara did next. It's too bad John got back when he did. Herbert is pretty big, don't you think?" Again, she nodded that she did think that. "I noticed he got some of his stuff on your arm. I watched you rubbing it in." This time she didn't nod, and she didn't look up at me either. She seemed ready to get up and run inside her house. "Ray's only twelve years old, and you're fifteen. I think you might have scared him. I don't think he's ever kissed a girl before."

"He didn't seem like he'd never done any kissing. How did I scare him? All we did was kiss a couple times." This time she raised her head up again, waiting for my answer.

"He said you got really hot after watching Herbert and Barbara. He thought you wanted to do it with him."

"I didn't. I wouldn't. I don't know why he thought that. I wasn't hot anyway. I hadn't ever seen anything like that. It was interesting. I'm going in now, Jackie. I just came out for some air."

"That's too bad. I was hoping we could go for a walk, and maybe talk about it some more. It sure made me hot to see the way Barbara was going crazy when Herbert was doing it to her. You should have seen her after Herbert finished cumming. He was trying to pull his trousers up, and she was trying to pull his prick into her mouth. She was sure hot."

"Jackie, I don't want to talk about any of that with you. I saw enough today. Where's your brother, anyway?"

"He's at home, watching some western on the television with my parents. Do you like him better than me?"

"I don't really like either of you, I was just curious why you came over instead of him, that's all."

"He'd rather watch television, and I'd rather do what Herbert did to Barbara. Only with you, instead of with her." She stood up when I told her that. She smoothed her hands on the front of her jeans. I guess her palms were sweating or something. I was sure she was going to go up the stairs and in the house through her front screen door, but she walked down the steps and started moving away from her house. After about ten steps, she turned back to me and stopped.

"Are you coming, or are you going to just sit there by yourself?" Naturally, I got right up and quickly closed the distance between us. She turned back and started walking as soon as I caught up to her. "Do you think Billy and Margaret do what Herbert did with Barbara?"

"No, Billy hasn't fucked her yet. He'd sure like to, but Margaret won't let him. He plays with her pussy though, and she makes him cum with her hands. Did you do any of that with Billy?"

"No. He never tried. We only went out twice, the rest of the time it was just hanging around with all his friends. Billy acts different when he's alone. He's a lot nicer, and he doesn't act so tough all the time. Margaret doesn't appreciate him. She likes the way he acts when he's with his friends. She talks bad about him too, when he isn't around to hear her. She's so two-faced. Why do you think Barbara did that with Herbert today? She was supposed to be going steady with John."

"She likes doing it with Herbert. I knew another girl that told me that Herbert does it better than Billy does, or Tommy Spicer. I guess it doesn't take any brains to fuck good."

"He looked like he was doing it good, and Barbara sure seemed to like what he was doing. Do all boys squirt so much stuff at the end? It sure seemed like he squirted a lot of it." We were walking over by Judge Avery's house, and it was just starting to get dark outside. The more we were talking about sex, the more I was kept conscious of how hard my dick was. I could feel it with every step I was taking, since it was rubbing against my pants leg when I walked. "Do you squirt a lot when you do that?"

"Sometimes I do. It depends on how long its been, and on how hot I am. If I'd been fucking Barbara, I probably would have squirted that much. Maybe even more."

"Have you? Done it with Barbara, I mean?"

"No. She's seventeen, and she hangs around with Margaret all the time. Margaret hates me. I've done it with other girls though."

"Name one."

"No."

"Then I don't believe you when you say you've done it before."

"I've worked as a dance escort at the Griswold Hotel dances for the past three summers. You'd have to be some kind of a priest not to have gotten fucked after three summers of working there."

"No girls from around here, ones that I'd know?"

"None whose names I'm going to tell you. Would you like some boy going around telling people your name?"

"No. No one could though, because I've never done anything to be talked about. I've kissed a few boys, and that's all."

"I was watching you today when you were watching Herbert. It sure looked like you were wishing he was doing that to you."

"No I wasn't! That's disgusting, Jackie. I was watching Barbara mostly anyway. I couldn't believe how much she was enjoying him doing that to her. She didn't even care that we were all watching her. Have you ever seen a girl act like that before?"

"Sure. They all act like that when I'm doing them."

"Liar! I bet you've never even come close to making love to a girl."

"Saturday night I was making love to a girl over at the golf course after the dance. I made her scream when she came."

"You're just making that up."

"Why would I make it up?"

"So I'd think you were experienced. You're hoping I'll let you do that to me."

"Somebody is going to do it to you soon. I saw how you reacted today. You wanted it. You wanted it bad. If you and Herbert had been all alone, I bet you'd have let him fuck you."

"You're so wrong, Jackie. I might have let Billy today, if he and I were alone. Not Herbert though."

"You'd do it with Billy? What about Margaret?"

"Yes, I'd do it with Billy. To hell with Margaret. She's only interested in herself anyway. She doesn't love Billy."

"Do you love him?"

"No, but I like him a lot, and he's very good looking. Something about him makes me get excited when he's close to me."

"What about me? I'm the one who came over to your house looking for you tonight. I already told you I wanted to do it with you."

"No, Jackie. I'd only do it with Billy. Maybe, I'd do it with Ray, if he was older and I knew him better. He's so cute. You aren't cute to me, and you aren't exciting like Billy."

"So, did you bring me out here so that you could tell me you want to screw my cousin? Am I supposed to go running over to his house to tell him you want to sleep with him?"

"No, because he knows that already. I told him last week."

"You told Billy you'd let him fuck you?"

"Not crude like that. I told him I'd like to spend time alone with him. He knew what I meant."

"Okay. So why are you out here walking with me then?"

"That's a very good question. I guess it's because of some of the things we saw today, and because you told me what you wanted to do with me. You're very direct, Jackie, and I was thinking about today when you came over to my house. We need to get back now."

You want to just turn around, or do you want to cut across the elementary school and go back that way?"

"You'd like that wouldn't you? I'm not going into the woods with you at night, Jackie. Especially after what we've been talking about. You might try to rape me." She was smiling at me, like she knew what I was up to. I sure hadn't thought about raping her, but I had hoped to get her somewhere private, in the dark, and try to get her to let me fool around with her some.

"I'd never try anything like that. I need to pee though. I guess I'll take the shortcut home, Diane. You'll be okay walking home by yourself won't you?" It wasn't even that dark out yet. We were a little more than a mile from her house, and there were houses all along the way on her trip back, most of them with lights on in the living rooms, all facing the street.

"I'll go with you, Jackie, but no funny stuff, okay?" I told her okay. "Did you really do it with a girl on Saturday?" We had just started crossing over to the other side of the street when she asked me that. I already had a pretty good idea that our talking over the past half hour had her a little bit excited again. Her asking me about Saturday told me a lot about what she wanted to be thinking about. She wasn't wanting to end our conversation about sex. I thought I might have a slight chance with her, in spite of what she had said.

"Yes. There was this girl that I'd been dancing a lot with. She's sixteen years old, and she lives in Pennsylvania. We had gone outside for some air during the middle of the dance. They like us to do that with the girls because it makes it seem more like a regular relationship. I had kissed her a little bit while we were out walking, and she let me feel her boobs too. She has a boyfriend back home, but she was on vacation with her family, and she told me it had been so boring. I kind of got the feeling that she and her boyfriend were doing it. When we were dancing, she liked to get close and rub herself on my thigh. Girls who do that are usually hot for it."

"Boys always think anything a girl does means she's hot for it."

"Maybe. Anyway, when the band was playing the last song, she asked me if I wanted to go for another walk with her, instead of her having to go up with her family to their rooms. I told her I'd like that, and she stopped dancing and went to tell her parents that we were going to walk in the hotel gardens. It is well lit there, and there were other couples walking too, so her mother said that was fine. We went outside and I took her over to the path between the hotel and the golf course. It only took five minutes to get to this place I know that has a wooden bench. She was ready to do something with me as soon as we found a place. She was in a hurry, because she said she had to get back to her parents room before one o'clock. We actually did it twice. Once with her sitting in my lap, and then she wanted me to bend her over the bench and put it in her from behind. She never took her panties off either time though. She just pulled them off to the side, and had me put it inside her."

We were walking across the playground at Eastern Point Elementary school when I finished telling her about my Saturday encounter. From the back of the school, there was a wide path through this little woods that came out by my house. Diane's house was less than a block away from mine. The walk through the woods would be for only about two minutes if we hurried. It was dark by then though, and the tree branches above made it seem even darker. Diane grabbed hold of my left arm as we went into the woods. We had taken about fifty steps when she stopped me to remind me that I said I needed to pee. I told her I thought I could hold off until I got home, since we had decided on taking the shortcut.

"No, you should take your pee, Jackie. I want to watch you." I looked at her. She just wanted me to show her my dick. That was good, because I wanted the same thing. I walked over to a large maple tree and undid enough buttons to take it out. I fished out my dick, waving it around a little, making sure that she saw it. In about ten seconds, I started spraying my piss against the tree trunk. The whole time I was doing this, Diane held my arm with hers, and stared at my dick, and at the stream coming out of it. "Does it get any bigger, Jackie? Will it get as big as Herbert's?"

"It gets bigger, but not as big as his. Maybe as long, but not as fat. Herbert has a pretty big dick, but he's nineteen. I'm going to have one as big, maybe even bigger, but not yet." I was stroking myself as I spoke, and my dick was growing back to a full blown hard on.

"Is Billy's bigger than Herbert's?"

"No. Mine is bigger than Billy's. Herbert's is the biggest I've seen, except for my father's. I saw him once when I was little. His is about twice as big as Herbert's, and a lot fatter too."

"What about Ray?"

"No, his is still only a little kid's dick." Now, that wasn't totally true, but I didn't want her thinking about Ray as a possible substitute for Billy. I didn't mind competing with my cousin, but my brother was only twelve.

"It's getting bigger." She was staring at my dick when she said that. I had started pumping it faster while we were standing there talking. "Are you going to finish, and make it squirt?"

"Would you like me to?"

"I don't care. You can if you want to." Diane was trying to act very disinterested. She wanted it to seem like what I was doing was having little or no effect on her. There is something that's perverse about me. My mother always said I was willing to cut off my own nose in order to spite my face. I stopped stroking myself, right after she said that. I then made a big production about putting my dick away, adjusting it back inside my pants, and then buttoning myself back up. "You aren't going to finish?"

"No. There's another dance this Saturday. I don't like to waste it." I started walking back to the middle of the path, heading towards the clearing behind my house.

"I wanted to see you squirt, Jackie." It came out soft. So soft I wasn't sure that I'd heard her correctly.

"You weren't acting like you did. You even said you didn't care."

"I know. I still wanted to see it. That was the best part today, watching Herbert squirting his stuff all over the place."

"Well, I'm not in the mood for it anymore. It's something you need to build up to. I'd have to start all over again. It might take a long time."

"Now I know you're lying. That's okay though, it's okay if you don't want to. It was starting to get me hot before. Maybe we're better off that you stopped. If I got like I was today after watching Herbert, I might have forgotten that you weren't very cute."

"That's another thing. I'm a lot better looking than Billy. Most girls think I'm better looking than Ray too."

"Another lie. Two lies." Diane was obviously enjoying tormenting me that way. There was no doubt about me being better looking than Billy. I pulled my arm away from hers and circled around behind her. I started tickling her under her armpits.

"I'm going to tickle you until you admit the truth." She was laughing and trying to escape, so I had to place an arm around her waist while I tickled her with my other hand. I pulled her into me until her butt was pressed against my thighs. I was quite a bit taller than her, and my dick was actually pressed against her back. I stopped tickling her, and then started running my free hand over her right breast instead. She didn't try to get away, and she didn't say anything to me about stopping. I leaned down and put my mouth next to her ear. "Do you really want to see my dick shooting out a lot of cum?" She nodded, pressing herself back into me.

The hand I had around her waist had somehow gotten between her blouse buttons, or under the blouse bottom, because my palm was resting on her bare stomach. I started exploring her stomach with that hand, while at the same time, I was kneading her breast with my other, and rubbing my dick against her back and upper butt. Still, she made no attempt to get me to stop. I lowered the hand on her waist until I was cupping her pussy mound outside her jeans. I started rubbing her there softly, just hard enough that I was sure she could feel me touching her there.

"Jackie, you need to stop this. Show my what you showed me before. I don't want to do anything else right now."

"I'll do it if you let me cum in your hands, Diane. I want to see you catching it all with your hands." I'm not sure where that came from. I hadn't been thinking anything like that before I spoke. Maybe I wanted to see if she'd rub my cum on her skin like she did with Herbert's cum.

"Okay, I'll catch it with my hands, but that's all." I stepped away from her and this time, I lowered my pants to my ankles, so she could see all of my dick. I was already very hard, and I knew it wasn't going to take very long.

"This isn't going to take long. I got pretty hot when you were rubbing my dick against your back." Diane looked up from my dick long enough to give me a smile. She then focused on my dick exclusively as I started giving her a running commentary about how close I was and how soon she'd have a big handful of my cum. She had both hands cupped together now, right in front of the head of my dick. I moved just a little closer, so that the head of my dick bumped into her hand every two or three strokes. She didn't pull back.

The first squirt from my dick wasn't very strong for some reason. I think she was disappointed, and I got worried that I'd embarrass myself, after telling her that I'd squirt as much as Herbert. The second one was very strong, shooting out past her cupped hands and landing on her upper thigh and crotch. She made a sound when that happened that was kind of a cross between a groan of surprise, and a moan of excitement. The third explosion was the most, but it didn't shoot out, it dribbled out right into her waiting hand.

I just stood there and milked out as much as I could. I was surprised, and quite proud of the last two spurts, especially after that disappointing first little dribble. I stepped back to see what Diane was going to do with all my cum. I didn't have long to wait. Diane lifted up her blouse and began rubbing my cum across her stomach. After she had rubbed all of that in, she used her fingers to scoop up as much as she could off of her jeans, rubbing that on her stomach as well.

I still held my dick, or what was left of it. There was a collection of cum still attached to it, but it was starting to get to the point where it would detach itself from the downward pull of gravity. Diane reached out for it and let it collect in a small puddle in her palm. She brought her hand right up to the head of my dick and swiped her thumb across it, separating whatever was left. I expected her to rub this into her stomach like all the rest, but she rubbed it on her forearm, the same arm she'd earlier rubbed Herbert's spend into.

I put my dick away and tried to put my hand on her crotch again, but she spun away before I had the chance. She started off, half running, half walking towards the clearing that was only a minute or so ahead of us. I hurried after her, but, by the time I caught up to her, we were almost in the clearing. I walked her home, but we didn't speak as we walked. She got to her house and went inside without saying anything to me before she went in.

I had to go caddying for the next six days, so I didn't see Diane during all that time. I could have gone over to her house during the evenings, after I got home, but, for some reason I didn't. I was sitting on my porch the following Monday morning, trying to choose between going fishing by myself, or going over to Poquonnock Bridge with Ray and two of his friends. They had heard that a family of colored people had moved in there, and that one of the children in the family was a midget. We'd seen some colored people in New Haven before, but never really up close. Ray and his friends wanted to go over and take a close look at them. I was tempted, especially since one was a midget, but, in the end, I didn't care to walk the seven or eight miles each way that would be required. I was still sitting on my porch after Ray and his friends left. I was trying to decide between going fishing by myself, or else staying home and just relaxing in my empty house.

I noticed John Gracia pulling up in his car, and Herbert Martin climbing out of the back. A few seconds later, Diane Torres got out of the back too. All three of them walked down to Billy's house, and John knocked on the front door. Billy came out and then all of them walked past me to Margaret's door to get her. I kept watching them when they got Margaret, and everyone piled back into John's car. Billy and Margaret got in the front with John, and Herbert and Diane got in the back. I got up and walked inside my own house right after they left.

I felt bad. Diane had chosen Herbert Martin over me. I would have been all right if she had chosen Billy, but Herbert Martin? It was going to take some getting used to for me to get over that. I stayed in the house for about two hours, reading a book, and enjoying the silence in the house. Both my parents were working, and my two sisters were visiting with one of my cousins over in New London. Annie had her own car, and she had driven them both over there when she drove my mother to work. I had the house to myself until my father got home in the late afternoon.

After a few hours, I was feeling cooped up to be in the house on a hot summer day, so I took my book out on the front porch to read. I hadn't been sitting outside long before Barbara Gower came walking by, on her way to visit with Margaret Tracy.

"You going over to Margaret's? She's not home."

"She isn't? Where is she then?" Barbara wasn't a very good looking girl, and neither was her sister. Her popularity owed much to the fact that she was a good friend of Margaret's, and the fact that she liked to fuck.

"She left in Gracia's car with Billy and some other people about three hours ago."

"What other people?"

"Herbert Martin and Diane Torres. Gracia too, of course."

"Where did they go?"

"How would I know? John drove up with Herbert and Diane and they all came to get Billy. After they got him, they went up to Margaret's house and then they all got in the car and left when Margaret came out."

"Was Diane with John, or Herbert?"

"Herbert, I'd say. They were in the back seat when they came here, and when they left too. Billy and Margaret were sitting up front with John." Barbara stopped moving around nervously and came to sit down on my porch. I was sitting on the top landing, and she sat down on the second step, about four feet below me.

"I knew this was going to happen. I saw her looking at his cock that time in John's car. Well, I don't care. Let her try to spend an hour with him, listening to the kind of things he likes to talk about." She sat there on my porch for thirty minutes, crying quietly, wiping her eyes from time to time on the tissue she'd removed from her purse.

"Did you really like Herbert that much?" I couldn't believe any girl would like Herbert Martin.

"There's things more important than being smart, Jackie. Herbert is sweet natured, and he doesn't spend all his time thinking about how to screw someone over like most guys do."

"He's retarded. He doesn't spend time thinking about anything."

"He's not retarded, he's slow. He can read and write."

"He's flunked four years, he's in the ninth grade. I've seen Billy have to button his shirt for him. He gets lost sometimes at school. His mother sews his name and home address on all his clothes. He's retarded. He has the mind of a twelve year old."

"Can I use your bathroom, Jackie?"

"Sure, come in." I got up and opened the screen door for her. She made it up the stairs and followed me inside as I led her to our bathroom. I stayed in the living room until she came out. "Would you like something to drink? We have milk, water and ginger ale. I'd give you one of my dad's beers, but he'd kill me if he found out one was missing." She asked for a glass of ice and some ginger ale. I went into the kitchen and fixed it for her. She took the glass from me and took a sip from it, after first thanking me.

"Are you here all alone, Jackie?"

"Yeah. It's great. No one here to bother me, or to ask me to do things for them."

"I saw you watching Herbert and me out at the quarry last week, Jackie. You looked like you really wanted to fuck me too. You did, right?" She had a summer dress on, and she sat down on the sofa, careful to sit so I didn't get any free peeks at her privates. She drank her drink while she waited for my answer.

"I guess so. Sure. You really looked like you were enjoying yourself."

"I was. Herbert is very good at screwing. The best I've ever had, and that includes your cousin, and all the rest of that group that hangs around with him. Herbert never disappoints me. Let me see your dick, Jackie, then I'll decide if I'll let you do it to me or not."

I opened up my pants and pulled my dick out. I was already pretty sure she wasn't going to give me any pussy, but I had to go through the motions anyway, just in case I was mistaken. My dick was mostly hard already, about ninety per cent hard, I'd say. Barbara stood up and came over closer, looking at my dick. Then, she laughed right in my face.

"Herbert may be a little slow, Jackie, but at least he's a real man. You're still a boy. A little boy. I don't think that little dick you have could do me any good." She handed me her empty glass and walked away, towards my door. I stayed where I was, my dick now wilted, watching her departing. When she got to the screen door and opened it, I told her I was sorry for saying those things about Herbert. She didn't turn back or acknowledge my apology in any way. She opened the door and walked down the steps. I waited five minutes before going back outside to read some more.

At about four o'clock Billy and the rest of them came back home. John Gracia and Herbert dropped them off, and then they left. Billy and Margaret went over to sit on Margaret's porch, and Diane walked over to where I was sitting.

"What are you reading, Jackie?" Diane sat down in the same place that Barbara had earlier been sitting.

"Just a book. It's about a lost treasure, and two men who are trying to find it."

"I saw you looking at Herbert and me before. I only went with him today because it's his birthday. Margaret asked me if I'd just be nice to him for a few hours on his special day."

"Were you nice to him?"

"Not like you mean, Jackie. I wasn't nice to him like I was to you, out in the woods before."

I cupped my hands together, then I lifted up my shirt and started rubbing my hand all over my stomach. Both of us started laughing.

"You mean like that?"

"No, I didn't do anything like that. Herbert would have liked it if I did though. All I did was sit next to him. We went for a drive, and Billy took all of us out for something to eat. I think Herbert's father gave him the money for it. John Gracia kept trying to get me to agree to go out with him though. I don't like him. Even you're cuter than he is."

"My dick is bigger than his too."

"I'm sure I wouldn't know about that. I'm starting to wonder why you seem to know about the dick size of all these boys. How do you know about whose dick is bigger and whose is smaller than yours? It seems strange that you have so much of that kind of information. What do you do, peep through their windows at night?"

"Girls just tell me things like that. Just today, a girl told me that Herbert's dick is a lot bigger than mine."

"Really? You already knew that though. Who was it that told you?"

"Barbara came over here looking for Margaret. We got to talking about Herbert, and I said things about his intellectual prowess that she took offense to. She was crying because she thought you were stealing Herbert away from her. I showed her my dick, trying to cheer her up, but she decided to make fun of me. She said I had a little boy's dick."

"Why did you show it to her?"

"She asked me to. She had been crying. I thought seeing it might make her feel a little better. It worked too. Before she left, she was even laughing." I guess my face must have given away what Barbara was laughing at, because Diane started laughing too. Girls can be so cruel.

"How many girls have you shown your dick to, Jackie?"

"I don't know. All the ones who've asked, and a few that didn't."

"How many did you put it into?"

"All the ones that let me." Diane laughed. "Are you going to let me?"

"No. I might go out for another walk with you sometime though. How come you never came over to see me after that night we went for the walk?"

"I work at the country club, every day except Monday. I usually get home late, eat my supper, and then go right to bed after."

"This is our Summer vacation, Jackie. You're supposed to be relaxing and having some fun."

"I do have fun. It's fun to be making money. I'm saving up to buy myself a car. Would you go for a walk with me if I come over later tonight?"

"I might, but not such a long walk as the last time."

"We could just go into the woods, and then walk over to the playground at the school. That isn't very far."

"Come over when it gets dark, then we'll see." She got up from my steps, and started walking towards her house. I watched her until she turned off behind Theresa Contino's house, out of my field of vision. She had a nice butt, not too big, but not small either. I was glad she hadn't asked me where Ray was too. I was happy that Barbara and I hadn't done anything. Diane was a lot better looking, and Barbara was a little too free and easy with her favors for my taste. Not that I wouldn't have screwed her if she'd let me, but since she didn't let me, I didn't feel that bad about it.

When Billy left Margaret's house, he stopped off to talk with me. He told me that Diane had called Margaret to ask if she could come with them when they celebrated Herbert's twentieth birthday. He said they had been talking about the birthday celebration all week.

He also told me that Diane had her hand on Herbert's dick, outside his pants, for a good part of the time they were all driving around together. Billy said he saw her squeezing Herbert's dick, out of the corner of his eye, when he was pretending not to be watching them. I wondered why she had lied to me. I was still planning on going for that walk with her though. Just because a girl liked to squeeze some retarded guys dick, that wasn't any reason for me to shun her. She might want to squeeze mine too.

I planned on bringing it up with her as soon as the time seemed right to do so. From what Billy had told me, I figured Herbert and I were in some kind of race to see who would be the first one to fuck her. I planned on doing my best to make sure it was me.



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Chapter 2

I got to Diane's house a little early. It wasn't dark outside yet. It was mid dusk only. Diane was sitting on her porch, but so was her brother, Ricky. I acted like I had come to see Ricky, and he and I talked about how much money there was in being a caddy at the country club. Ricky had wanted to be a caddy, but he gave up on the idea after spending a month without being picked by the caddy master. I would have tried to put in a good word for Ricky, but the caddy master never let anyone interfere with his duties. He just hadn't liked Ricky for some reason, and never gave him his card.

"Ricky, Jackie and I have something we need to talk about, in private." I was surprised that Diane spoke up like that. I was fairly certain that she didn't want anyone thinking she was fooling around with me, mostly because I was a year younger than her.

"Are you trying to get him to help you with Billy? If you are, you're wasting your time. Billy and Margaret have been going steady for five or six years. He just breaks up with her when he can't stand her anymore. That only lasts for a few weeks, then they get back together." Ricky didn't like Billy. More importantly, he was afraid of him. Billy could be pretty mean to people like Ricky. Billy had treated Ricky poorly when he and Diane had gone out before.

"Get lost, Ricky, before I go get mom and tell her you're being a pest again." Ricky gave her the finger as he went back inside. I made a face like what Diane was telling him was none of my doing. As soon as Ricky was gone, Diane stood up from where she'd been sitting, and started walking straight for the woods. I let her lead, but I followed close behind her. After we turned at the Contino's house, and were out of sight of her house, I caught up with her, and walked along side of her.

"Ricky would have left in a few more minutes anyway. You didn't need to shoo him away like that."

"I got tired of waiting. You didn't help things by starting new conversations with him every time he started to wind down. Did you come to see him or me?"

"You, I came to see you, but now you might have made him suspicious."

"So what? I might not see you again the rest of the summer after tonight. What's he going to be suspicious of?" I didn't answer her. For some reason, she seemed like she was mad at me and everyone. I figured I wasn't in for too much fun with her being in a mood like she was.

"Why are you in such a snit, Diane? You haven't said one positive thing since I came over to see you. I don't remember doing anything wrong, so you'll have to tell me what I did."

"It's Margaret. She called me an hour ago and asked me to go over to New London to Ocean Beach with her and Billy tomorrow. After I said I'd go, then she told me that Herbert is coming with us. She keeps trying to throw him and me together. I really despise her. She wants to make me look bad in front of Billy." She seemed really angry. The thing was, I believed what Billy had told me.

If Billy was telling me the truth, then Diane was only pretending not to want to go with Herbert the next day. I wondered why she was going to all the trouble she was to make me think she didn't want to be with Herbert. She said she didn't like me, so why would she care what I thought? We were in the middle of the woods when Diane stopped suddenly. I had noticed when I came over to her house, that she was wearing a summer dress rather than her usual jeans and top. I didn't hang around with her enough to know how she usually dressed. Some girls always wore dresses, and some wore only jeans and slacks. Most girls varied what they wore. I didn't know about Diane. After she stopped, we just stood there for about a minute.

"Aren't you ever going to try to kiss me, Jackie?"

"I didn't know you wanted me to. Most of the time, you act like you think I'm ugly or something. I figured you wouldn't want me to kiss you."

"I like to kiss, and it's dark out now. I kissed Ray, and I want to see how you compare to him." I bent down and kissed her. She was only about five feet two, and I was over six feet tall, probably around six two. I had to bend way down to kiss her, and it felt a little bit awkward. Still, awkward or not, I did my best. After about ten minutes, we broke our clench. I was getting pretty warm, and I thought she was really starting to respond too. My eyes were adjusted to the low light in the woods, and I spotted a tree trunk that had been chopped down. It was still attached to the base, so it made a place where the two of us could sit. I led her over to it and I sat down at a place that was comfortable for my height. I patted the place higher up, so that our faces would be almost level with each other when she sat. I even stood back up and helped her up on the tree trunk. After I sat down again, we were the same height.

"So, who kisses better, Ray or me?"

"I'd have to say Ray is just a little better. He isn't so pushy with his tongue." She said it quietly, like it was her honest opinion. I'd never had any complaints about my kissing technique before. In fact, I'd had a lot of compliments, and several girls told me that was what made them decide to let me go further, because my kissing got them so excited. I didn't say anything, but I had just about decided that I was about done with Diane after we finished this little walk of ours. "Did what I said hurt your feelings, Jackie?"

"No. I didn't like the kissing much either. I guess we just don't have any spark together. That happens sometimes. I didn't feel anything while we were kissing. I thought it might be because I was uncomfortable having to lean so far down in order to kiss you, that's why I brought you over here."

"I didn't say it was terrible, or that I didn't like it, just that Ray kisses a little better. Don't pout, Jackie."

"I'm not pouting. Maybe we should just go back home now. You've got that trip to the beach, and I need to get up early to get to the golf course. I'm scheduled to carry doubles at seven twenty. I've got another loop at two o'clock, and that's a double also. Tomorrow is going to be a long day for both of us."

"It isn't even nine yet, Jackie. Didn't you want to do some other stuff with me?"

"If we can't even enjoy kissing together, what could we do that we'd both enjoy?" I had nothing to lose by starting to be bolder and a little more demanding. She wasn't exactly treating me nice, so I saw no reason to care that much about how the rest of the evening went.

"What do you want to do? You could beat off again if you wanted to. I like watching you squirt. I'll catch it for you again."

"What do I get out of it? Last time, you let me feel you up before I did that."

"I didn't let you. You just did it."

"You didn't like it when I touched you last time?"

"I liked it, but I was already a little hot when I let you do that. I'm not hot yet."

"Maybe we need Ray or Herbert out here with us to get you going? They seem to get you going better than I do."

"Jackie, I've told you that I don't like being around Herbert. That's all Margaret and Billy. I like Ray, but he's too young. I wouldn't let either of them feel me up."

"I heard you spent a lot of time squeezing and rubbing Herbert's dick today. That doesn't sound like he's someone you don't like being around."

"Who said that, Margaret?"

"Billy told me. He knows I like you, and he doesn't want me being treated like some sucker by you."

"It was Herbert's birthday, and I hadn't gotten him a present. Margaret suggested it to me. I just touched his pants, not his dick."

"Billy said you were rubbing his dick and squeezing it."

"So what? You aren't my boyfriend or anything. I don't have to ask your permission for anything I do."

"So, why did you lie to me. Why not tell the truth or say nothing?" Instead of answering me, Diane reached out and put her hand on my lap, moving it around until she found my lump. She squeezed it and traced the outline of it. I reached over and tried to give her one of my best kisses then, careful to be a little less insistent with my tongue this time. After a few seconds, when I kept my tongue in check, Diane started using her tongue more than she had before. I started touching her boobs and rubbing her butt with my other hand. We stayed like that for about ten minutes or so. She was rubbing and squeezing my dick, and I was manipulating her breast and nipple and rubbing her ass. She had leaned into me for the kiss, lifting up one haunch, so the hand on her butt was also rubbing the crease between her legs. I lifted up the bottom of her dress until my hand felt bare skin and panty. When I did that, she broke the kiss.

"If you try to touch me like that again, I'm going to go home, Jackie."

"Go home, I don't care. Billy was right about you."

"Right about what? What did he say about me?"

"He said you didn't let him do much."

"I didn't ever stop him. He didn't try to do anything except kiss me, and once he touched me on top. That's all he tried, and I never stopped him from doing anything."

"It doesn't matter anyway. If he wanted you for himself, he wouldn't be giving you to Herbert Martin."

"It isn't Billy, it's Margaret trying to do that."

"Margaret couldn't do it if Billy didn't go along. Go home, Diane, this isn't doing either of us any good."

"Are you still going to say something to Billy?"

"Only if he asks me"

"I'm sorry, Jackie, but I don't like being touched down there by you."

"Don't worry about it. I won't touch you anymore. Are you ready?"

"I don't want to go home yet. You're going to mess things up for me with Billy, aren't you?"

"I'm not going to mess anything up with anyone, Diane. If he asks me what happened, I'll tell him we didn't hit it off. I won't tell him why, not unless he asks me specifically. I don't think he will. He has Margaret." I was finished with this evening with Diane. I felt like I was always trying to run up a hill with her. She only did what she wanted to do. I liked what she wanted to do, but I should get something for myself out of it too. If I did what she wanted to do, she should let me do what I wanted too. I was fourteen years old, and had been somewhat spoiled by easy conquests at the Griswold Hotel dances. Those girls all seemed to like my looks, and thought I was exciting. Why should I spend time with a girl who didn't find me attractive? I got up, expecting that we would leave.

"Okay, you can touch me there, Jackie, but that's it. I'm not doing anything else with you." She sounded desperate. I figured she must really care about Billy. I didn't want to use that against her.

"No, let's go. I'm not going to say anything to Billy. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"I do want to. You're turning out just like Billy, Jackie. The more he wanted to break up with me, the more I was willing to do to keep him. Even after, I started wanting him more because he broke up with me."

"That's a little sick, Diane. If I decide to leave right now and refuse to have anything more to do with you, how long will it be before you talk yourself into being willing to fuck me?" She started crying after I asked her that. Of course, her crying made me feel bad too.

"I came out for these walks with you because you remind me of Billy, Jackie. The nicer Billy, not the mean one who is always threatening to beat somebody up. You can be nice too, but you have a mean streak just like his. I didn't want you to have the same kind of power over me that Billy has, but now you do."

"I don't have any power over you, and neither does Billy, or anyone else. You aren't very honest with yourself, Diane. You create these situations yourself, in your own mind, then you act as if they were real. No one made you play with Herbert's cock, you wanted to do it. Billy isn't trying to get you to sleep with him, that's all in your mind, what you've decided you should do with him. I think you are getting a little bit sex crazy, and you aren't going to be satisfied until you get someone to fuck you."

"Will you?"

Will I fuck you? I don't think so. I don't think I'd be good for you. Billy wouldn't be either. You're too good to go out with someone like Herbert Martin. You should find someone nice, then start a normal relationship with him."

"I don't want someone nice. Billy told me almost the same thing about him not being right for me, and about how I needed to find someone better than him. I'm tired of people telling me that. I want Billy, but I can't have him. I'm willing to do it with you, tonight, right now. If you won't do it, then I guess it's Herbert tomorrow. I know he won't tell me to find someone else."

"That sounds like a good plan to me, Diane. Let's head back home."

"You don't care if I do it with Herbert?"

"Nope, it isn't any of my business. After tomorrow though, people will think about you the same way they think about Barbara. If you do it with Herbert Martin, anyone who believes he's as good as Herbert will just assume he can do it to you too. You'll be nothing but an easy lay." I turned away and started walking towards home. In a minute, a sniffling Diane caught up to me. We walked to her house in silence again. She wasn't the first girl I'd talked myself out of having sex with. There are times when the emotional damage and cost to the girl is greater than any pleasure that my getting laid would be. I tried not to cross over that line. Usually, I succeeded. Now, Diane had her own choices to make. I hoped for her sake that she didn't give herself to Herbert Martin.

When I came back from the golf course the next night, Billy was waiting for me. He jumped me before I even knew he was there, and had me down on the ground and my arms pinned, with him sitting on my chest.

"Why did you go and spoil it for him, Jackie?"

"Spoil what for who? Get off my, Billy! You had to sneak up on me? You afraid I'd kick your ass like I did with Gracia?" He was up off of me like a shot. I had a sick numbness inside myself. Why did I ever say something so stupid to him? Now I was going to get my ass kicked. I rolled over and got up on my knees, planning on standing up and trying to do my best. I knew it wouldn't be good enough, but I wasn't a baby. I was someone who was willing to stand up for himself, even if it meant I'd get my ass kicked. I stood up and turned to face Billy.

"You know this is going to be a painful lesson for you, Jackie. Why do you always make people do things the hard way?"

"Fuck you, Billy. I'd rather get my ass kicked every single day than have to knuckle under every time you decided you didn't like the way I was doing things. I'm not one of your trained monkeys. I won't scratch my ass just because you think it should be itching."

"When I'm done with you, you'll do whatever I tell you to. I had a lot riding on Herbert getting Diane for a girlfriend. Because of you, she didn't come with us today."

"Good for her. Herbert's a moron, and you should be ashamed for trying to use her. What was Mr. Martin promising you?" Billy charged me and we both punched at each other at the same time. He connected to my left cheekbone, my left hand hit him in his right eye. I went down from the force of his punch. I didn't think my punch had landed with the full force that I'd thrown it with. At least I'd gotten in one punch though. I was trying to cover up as many exposed vital parts as I could, when I saw my father grab Billy and drag him away from me.

"What are you two assholes fighting about?" It was okay for my father to fight whoever he took a notion to, but we all had to get his approval or something. I jumped up as soon as I figured out which way up was. I was going to try to charge at Billy while my father held him. It might be the only chance I'd get to hit him a solid blow. "Stop right there, Yutch! You come any closer and I'll kick your ass myself." Instant halt. There was no way I was going to risk pissing my father off any more than I had already. When I stopped, I saw the blood running from a big cut over Billy's right eye. I must have landed more solidly than I'd thought. "Yutch, you tell me how this got started."

"Its between me and Billy. Let him go so I can finish him off." My father and Billy both laughed, but then Billy made a mistake, trying to shake himself loose from my father's grasp. In half a second, Billy was on the ground, and my father had a knee on his chest, and a fist only inches from his face.

"You stay right there you little piss ant. Try to get up and you'll fucking regret it. Are you two fighting over some girl? I want a god damn answer, and I want it right now. Why are you two fighting?" Billy and I didn't say anything. My father waited for at least a minute. "Get in the house, Yutch. Billy, you stay put. I'll get a straight answer from one of you, you just see if I don't." I headed over to my porch and climbed the stairs. I never looked back at either of them. I didn't know what Billy said or did to my father outside in the yard, but when my father came into my bedroom, five minutes later, he was more pissed off than when he had thrown Billy down on the ground earlier. I was sitting on my bed, trying to think of some way to get out of trouble without telling my father anything. "Stand up, Jackie! What the hell happened out there?" I stood up, trying to position myself so that I'd fall on the bed when he punched me.

"Nothing." My father looked like he was out of patience. I was sure he was going to hit me with his fists, but I just couldn't be the first one to tell him what happened. If Billy could take it from him, so could I

"Something happened. Billy's eye is split open bad, and you were on the ground, looking like you didn't know up from down. Why were you fighting?"

"I already told you, its between me and him."

"Son of a bitch! You'll tell me what happened, and right now, Yutch, else I'll beat you to death, right where you stand. What happened?"

"What did Billy tell you?"

"That little bastard said it was none of my business. Is that what you're going to tell me too?" I didn't say anything. "Last chance, Yutch. You'll be happy to tell me after I get finished with you." I still didn't say anything. My father made a sound he used to make whenever he was disgusted with someone, then he pushed me down on the bed. He held my head to the side and gave me three quick half punches high on my head with his left hand. He wasn't trying to hurt me, but he wasn't able to let me get away with defying him either. "I'll be back in here in about an hour. You better decide how much you're willing to take of this before you finally tell me what I want to know."

I knew he wasn't going to go any further with me. I'd been around him for too long not to recognize the signs of his giving up. In the end, he just didn't want to find out what happened badly enough to really hurt me to get the information. It was an important change from the way he'd always treated me before.

Ten minutes after my father left, my mother came in and asked me what I did to make my father so mad, and why I was fighting with my cousin. I didn't tell her anything either. When Ray came in, he was all excited. My father, and my Uncle Bill, Billy's father, had taken a protesting Billy to the hospital, to get his cut taken care of. Ray said he saw our father chasing Billy all over the yard outside, but he hadn't been able to catch him. Uncle Bill had come outside and put an end to it by threatening to call the cops.

"Did you really punch Billy and cut his eye?" I couldn't help myself, I had to grin and nod my head up and down to Ray. I was too filled with relief and awe not to tell someone about it. I was relieved because I wasn't really hurt, and in awe because Billy was by far the toughest kid in our neighborhood. I had cut him with one punch. I had gotten in a lick against a really tough opponent. No matter how this ended up, my reputation among the other kids in our area was going to soar. "Pop is going to kill you when he gets back. I heard him telling Uncle Bill that he was going to beat you to death."

"He won't do that. He already hit me with three of his punches, and it didn't hardly hurt. By the time he gets back, he probably will have cooled off."

"If he does kill you, Jackie, can I have the money you've got saved?" Ray was always an opportunist, but I loved him.

"No, it goes to Ma, and you better not steal it from my hiding place either. What did you have for supper tonight? That damn Billy jumped me before I got a chance to eat."

"Spaghetti and meatballs. She made lots of sauce and meatballs too. You want me to go ask her if you can come out to eat?" I knew I better not come out of my room, except to use the bathroom. I was hungry, but not that hungry. Spaghetti was one of my favorites though, and my mother made a really great meatball.

"Ask her if I can eat in here, Ray. I don't think he'd care if she let me eat something, not as long as I stayed in the room."

It was after ten o'clock when my father got back. My mother told Ray that my father had ordered her not to let me eat anything. I heard him talking when he got back. He was talking to my mother, telling her about Billy's eye. He said they only put in four stitches, and said it was only a scratch. He said Uncle Bill was babying Billy too much, and was going to turn him into a sissy. I heard him walking towards my room, so I sat up on the bed. After what Ray had said, I was no longer that confident in my earlier belief that my father was done punishing me to find out what had happened. When the door to my room opened, I looked up.

"You eat yet, Yutch?" There was not even the slightest trace of anger in my father's voice. That scared me more than if he'd come in and jumped on me. I shook my head no to his question. "Are you hungry?" I spoke up and told him I was. "I told your cousin, and now I'm telling you. I don't give a flying fuck about what happened with you two, but it better not ever happen again. You understand me?" I nodded that I did. "If it does, I'll make both of you very sorry that it did. Go out in the kitchen, your mother is warming you up something." When I got up, my father took my head, turning it all around, looking for any sign of bruising or damage. "You don't bruise easy, that's good. I think Billy cuts easy, and that's not good." Then, he took my left hand and felt around for any knuckle damage. "Go eat, and remember what I told you."

Billy had gotten it in his head that the reason I'd asked Diane not to go to the beach with Herbert and them was because I liked her, and wanted her for myself. The next day he broke up with Margaret, and spent a week going out with Diane. I'm pretty sure he only did it to spite me. They had sex once or twice every day for a week. After the week was over, Billy broke up with her, and got back together with Margaret. Diane took the breakup reasonably well. She started dating some of the boys that Margaret would have liked to date, if only Billy wouldn't have beaten them up for even talking to her.

Herbert Martin finished the ninth grade, and then decided he'd had as much school as he could take. Mr. Martin found an Italian girl that was willing to marry his son. I think she was about six months pregnant with someone else's baby before she agreed to marry him though. They got divorced about two years later, after she had another baby that blood tests proved wasn't Herbert's either.

It took a couple months for Billy to get over being mad at me. It only happened because he had several other people he was a lot madder at than me. It was a good thing that Billy and I had our little set to. For one thing, it changed forever the way I thought about myself. It gave me confidence. If I could take on Billy and defy my father, I couldn't think of too many things that would scare me in the future. It turned out that I was wrong in my assessment, but that didn't alter the way I felt about things then.

The other thing was that it changed the way Billy felt and thought about me. He had no doubts that he could whip me. Fifty years later, he's still convinced that he could. Enough doubt was raised though, that neither of us ever found it necessary to try to find out who would win. We learned to trust and respect each other for our separate strengths. The trust has never once been broken. It has grown to mean too much to both of us. I'd rather die than do anything to let him down, and I'm sure he feels the same way. He's as close to me as a brother, and that's because he is one.

Diane Torres married right after high school. Her husband was a boy from the good side of town. I heard stories about her later, when we were both in our thirties. According to these stories, she just decided one day that she didn't want to be a wife and a mother any longer. She left her husband, giving up custody of her two children to him. She moved to New York City, and started a whole new life for herself. In the eighties, she moved back to Groton with her lover, a woman who looked like she was in her thirties. A woman who looked quite a lot like Margaret Tracy probably would have looked in her forties, with the proper amount of attention and care to grooming. I don't know if Diane had always liked women, or if her experiences with men were so unsatisfactory that she decided to switch over. Ray blames himself for her orientation. He's sure if he had spent more time with her, she'd still be into men.

When I mentioned to Billy that I'd seen Diane, and that her girlfriend looked a lot like Margaret Tracy looked, I could see his brain working hard, trying to figure out a plan that wouldn't end up with his wife shooting him again.

When I saw Diane with her girlfriend, they both looked happy together. I had known that each had seen their own share of unhappiness. I wanted to be happy for them both. I never told Billy that I knew where they lived, or that Diane's girlfriend probably was, in fact, Margaret Tracy, his own first true love

I think of Diane occasionally. I still think I behaved reasonably decently with her. I never stepped over any of the barriers she erected, and I didn't play on her fears to take what I could get from her. She isn't one of my regrets, and I sincerely hope that I'm not one of hers.


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Posted:  2006-10-30
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