Evan’s Summer Vacation – Part 1
by
Caliboy1991
It was nineteen eighty-something…
Part 1
My mom licked her finger and used it to get my hair to lay down flat before she knelt down to look me in the eye, “Evan, make sure you listen to Mrs. Shelby.”
I grinned up at her, putting on my most innocent face. “I promise. Rick and me will be good.”
She waved as Mrs. Shelby stepped out of the modular structure that the Shelbys lived in at the moment. A much larger home, framed and partially bricked, sat a few yards away from the small building. As Mrs. Shelby waved back, my mom patted me on the back. “Liar,” but there was only affection in her voice. “How about we settle on you and Rick not getting caught getting into any trouble. Alright?”
I flashed her my brightest smile. “Thanks, Mom.”
Rick raced past his mom and came up to me, “Hi, Evan! Man, we’re going to have so much fun celebrating my birthday.”
Rick’s my best friend and he’d just turned twelve. And he’s taller than me by a head. Of course, my eleventh birthday’s still a few weeks away. So, he’s got a big head start on me.
As Rick and I raced through the trees in the front of the lot that the Shelbys had left in place, out of the corner of my eye I saw Mrs. Shelby give my mom one of those superficial hugs that people who don’t know each other give when they’re pretending they do. Rick’s mom is a lot older than my mom. I think she just celebrated her fortieth last year. My mom is a lot younger. She had me when she was still sixteen.
After a bit of small-talk with Rick’s mom, my mom waved at me from the car before she drove off. Rick’s mom said, “You boys don’t wander off. We’ll be heading to Chuck-e-Cheese in a little while.” When Mrs. Shelby disappeared back in the small house, Rick headed over to the construction site. It was a good-sized house in a suburban neighborhood where all the lots were an acre or more. My mom’s car had just disappeared down the road.
“Damn, Evan. Your mom’s hot.”
“Shut up, Rick. No, she’s not.”
Rick shrugged, “Whatever, dude. I’d do her.”
Before I could come up with a comeback, he said, “Come on, Evan. Gotta show you something.”
We headed through the back door. A set of white double doors were inside, on the floor. Rick took me through the house, explaining what each of the rooms would be. Some had already been enclosed in sheetrock and others were still only framed with two-by-fours. In the room that was to be Ricky’s, there was an A-frame ladder against one wall. The ceiling was nothing more than framing. Rick was up the ladder before I could say anything, his feet disappearing out of sight fast. A moment later, his head reappeared. “Come on, Evan. This is cool.”
I didn’t want to chicken out, so I was up the ladder like a monkey. Once into what would eventually become the attic, Rick walked along some wide boards that had been laid down. “Don’t fall off these, it’s a long way down.”
“I’m not worried about the fall. But hitting the ground would suck,” I replied.
We’d not gone very far when we got to where plywood had been laid across the space from one side of the house to the other. Rick spun around, pointing to a couple of sleeping bags, an Igloo cooler and an electrical lamp. “Mom and Dad said we could sleep up here. Whatcha think of that?”
I looked around. There wasn’t any way to fall down any openings. And it was May — the weather tonight wouldn’t be too cool or hot. What my mom called ‘Goldilocks weather.’ “Yeah, it’s got potential.”
Smiling conspiratorially, Rick sat down on one of the sleeping bags. “And later tonight, we’ve even got some primo reading material.”
With that, he pulled a magazine from the sack. He showed me the cover. A woman sat on a chair naked. I sat down next to him. “Holy shit, dude. How’d you get a Penthouse?”
He leaned against me and cocked an eyebrow. “I stole it.”
From downstairs, we heard a voice a few minutes later, “Let’s go, boys. It’s pizza time.”
We had a lot of fun, ate too much pizza, and fed a lot of tokens into the video arcade attached to the restaurant. By the time we got back to the house, it was already dark. Mrs. Shelby made us brush our teeth and promise we’d not stay up too late. But with easily broken promises made, we ran back over to the construction project, back up the ladder, and sat down on Rick’s sleeping bag, where the Penthouse made another appearance. The lamp was on low, casting just enough light to illuminate our immediate area, including the magazine’s glossy pages.
Rick flipped the magazine open and the lady from the cover was sitting in a chair backwards, her legs on either side of the seatback and through a big opening in the seatback we could see her hairy pussy. As we drooled over the picture, Rick kept adjusting his pants. I could hardly blame him. I’d already adjusted my package.
We flipped through a few more pictures when Rick said, “I’m going to break my dick if I don’t do something. Can’t celebrate my birthday in the ER with a broken dick.” With that, he unfastened his blue jeans and pulled them off. When I saw how far his stiffy stuck out, I was just a little intimidated.
Before he sat back down, he said, “Oh, fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound.” With that, he shucked his underwear before he sat back down. And for good measure, he also took off his shirt, making him completely naked. Now, it’s been the better part of a year since I’d seen him in the buff, but never like this.
To me, it looked like he had a hairy bush growing at the base of his penis. In reality, his pubes only covered a small area above his dick. His dick must have been five inches. To me, it was huge.
He smirked at me as his fingers played along his shaft. “Come on, Ev. Your turn.”
Even though we’d taken a bath together not so very long ago, what Rick was doing at this moment wasn’t anything like that bath. Still, I’m no coward. I took off my shirt and then leaned back enough to unfasten my own jeans and slid them down and off. Compared to Rick, the tent in my pants was more of a pup tent.
As I sat there in my underwear, Rick smirked, “No problem, Ev. I guess we can put the magazine away.”
“Alright,” I said, exasperated and more than just a bit nervous. I pulled my underwear off, exposing my stuff. Like I mentioned earlier. I’m almost eleven. More like the runt of the litter or the fish you’d throw back. Where Rick was a few inches over five foot, I didn’t even top out at four and a half feet. If I told you my stiffy stuck out three inches, I’d be lying, and the only hair on my body was on top of my head.
Rick stopped looking at the nudie pics long enough to lean over me. “Hmm. Could be worse, Ev. You just need more exercise.”
My confusion must have been plain to see. Rick offered me a conspiratorial grin. “My cousin showed me something a few weeks ago. I’ll show it to you tonight.”
He flipped the page and we drooled a bit more. That’s when I noticed that Rick wasn’t simply playing with his pecker. His fingers were wrapped around it and he was sliding his hand up and down. Now, Rick’s the only person I’ve seen naked, at least that I remember. But I’d never seen him doing that before.
I put my hand around my stiffy and my poor head didn’t even stick out the top of my fist. Rick laughed, “It’ll grow. But until then just use your thumb and forefinger to grip your dick.”
When I followed his directions, I felt an immediate change down below, as my tummy started to tickle a little. There was a tremor in my high-pitched voice, “Is, uh, this what your cousin showed you?”
Rick was staring at one of the pictures and his fist, curled around is dick, was a blur of motion. “Yeah. Well, part of it. Watch this.”
I don’t know how he managed it, but his fist moved even faster and he started to moan. “Hm, yeah. Oh, fuck, ahh!”
After another minute, his dick jerked in his hand and a ribbon of white goo erupted from his dick and landed on his chest. His dick jerked again and more of the white stuff spat out onto his stomach. A few more twitches and a bit more of the goo ran over his fingers. “Ah, goddamn, that was awesome.”
I hadn’t noticed it before, but Rick retrieved a roll of toilet paper from somewhere and was wiping his hands on a wad of TP.
I was mesmerized. I’d never seen anything like that. I stuttered, “Wh-what the hell? Did you break it?”
Rick giggled, sounding like the boy I’d known for so long. “No, goober. I came. Or cummed. Whatever. It’s the stuff that babies are made of.”
A light dawned in my head. “Oh. Wow.” Thoughts of looking at naked girls forgotten, I leaned over and looked at the white goo still splattered on his body. It looked like slime.
I arched an eyebrow. “You’ve been slimed, dude.”
Rick nodded, “And how. Go on, let’s see if you can slime yourself.”
Sure, it was really weird sliding my thumb and finger along my little stiffy with Rick watching. Well, it would have been weird even without him watching. My earlier efforts to tame the dragon hadn’t gone anywhere. Now that I knew what to do, I started to feel a tickling sensation in my balls. Up and down a few more times and the tickling started to creep up my rock-hard little bullet. It grew in intensity as the tickling feeling slowly made its way up my shaft. When it reached my little head, it felt like my brain was starting to shut down, the only thing in my life was the incredible tingling between my legs.
Then it happened. My dick spasmed in my hand and it felt like the best feeling in the world was trying to crawl out the hole in my dick. The next thing I knew, Rick was kneeling over me, still as naked at the day he was born. “Dude. Evan. Wake up.”
The intense feeling had mostly gone away as I blinked my eyes open. “Wha?” I said.
Ricky patted me on my back. “That was fucking awesome to watch. You came so hard you passed out.”
When he told me that, I looked down, trying to find the white goo. Rick’s laugh was good natured as he playfully frogged my arm. “You’re not going to find anything. You dry cummed.”
My head was getting clearer as I sat back up. “What’s that?”
“My cousin says that’s when your body is too young to make sperm. So, instead, your cum is dry.”
I shook my head in amazement. I’d learned more about my body in the last thirty minutes than I’d learned over the past couple of years. “That was the most powerful thing to happen to me, Rick. It blew my mind.”
Rick nodded as he picked up the Penthouse and found where we’d left off. It didn’t take long, and after a little bit, our dicks were stiff as boards again. Rick’s fingers returned and started playing with his pole. “My cousin taught me a couple of other things, Ev. You wanna try `em?”
As I replayed what had happened earlier, the idea of having it happen again sounded really good. “Yeah. Sure.”
“Cool. Okay. Here’s the deal. I’m going to show you something really awesome. But you’ve gotta promise me that you’ll do the same thing. Alright?”
Rick and I have known each other since we were in the first grade. It was his second go at it and my first. We’ve been friends ever since and we’ve done a lot of shit together, riding our bikes all over town, gone hiking with his dad in Big Bend National Park, and now we’ve beaten off to a Penthouse together. Still, as I looked my friend over, he was clearly the teacher and I was the student. And it was an entirely new experience. Still, he was looking at me expectantly.
“Alright. But this better not hurt or I’ll push you out of the attic when you fall asleep later.”
Rick brightened up. “Awesome. No, it won’t hurt and no, I’m not going to sleep, so good luck with that.”
He put a hand on my chest and pushed, “Now, lay back and let Dr. Rick work his magic.”
Rick knelt over my waist, running that hand down my belly. My stomach fluttered under the pressure of his fingers. Then he gingerly gripped the base of my shaft. His fingers were warm and their touch was almost like an electrical shock. He gave me a grin and said, “You ready for the ride of your life?”
Apprehensively, I nodded. I watched as his face lowered toward my crotch. His lips touched the tip of my stiffy and then Rick stuck out his tongue and licked my head. I gasped at the sensation. It felt different from when I’d been using my fingers. A lot better, too. My best friend pushed my stiffy against my abdomen, exposing the place my balls were hiding. My sack was wrinkled, little more than an indentation below where the base of my pecker connected with the rest of my body. When Rick’s tongue ran across my sack I gurgled at the feeling. Then he brought his tongue up the bottom of my little shaft before putting my head in his mouth.
Stop the presses, I thought. Rick was on to something. This was even better than before. There was a wet, plopping sound when my friend raised his head. His grin was as wide as I’d ever seen. “Whatcha think?”
My voice would have failed me or it would have squeaked like a little girl. So, I just nodded.
Rick didn’t need any other encouragement. His lips returned to entrapping my head in his mouth. His tongue played with my pee hole and then things got even better. His lips sank down on my shaft. And then he started to suck like my dick was a lollipop. The tingling started again. This time coming from somewhere in my tummy and then it crept into the base of my stiffy. It kept right on rising until my entire dick, impaled in Rick’s mouth was tingling. I felt like that explosive moment was coming, like before. And I didn’t mind in the least that its approach was taking longer. That powerful tingling feeling entirely encapsulated in Rick’s mouth was plenty good all by itself.
As Rick continued sucking, one of his hands ran across my balls and under them. I briefly thought, good luck if you’re trying to cup them. But his fingers were moving toward my butt. I felt one digit slide down my crack until it reached my poop shoot. I’d never felt anything like that as he pressed against that hole. At that moment, my body shook as my dick kicked and jerked in Rick’s mouth. The moment with my butt was gone as he gripped my hips with both hands. It was like a 4th of July fireworks show in my head as my dick continued to pulse.
It had happened again. Rick leaned over my face, “Dude, you passed out again. Fuck, man, that was really intense.”
I propped myself up on my elbows, “Wow. If you hadn’t shown me, I’d have said the first time was the best. But, yeah, fuck. That was even better. How long was I out?”
Rick shrugged, “Not long. Not even a minute. But man, you bucked like a fucking bull under me when you came. That was crazy awesome. Now, if you’re ready, it’s my turn.”
I sat up and got on my knees and looked him over. His pubic hair wasn’t very long, even though it curled at the base of his dick. It didn’t really spread out very far, becoming pretty sparse an inch or so out. But his dick was a monster to my eyes. Five inches. Almost an inch across and maybe even a little thicker at the base. I know I’d promised Rick, but now that the moment had come, I was rethinking things.
“Come on, Ev. You promised. Didn’t I make you feel really good?” There was a plaintive note, almost a whine in Rick’s voice.
My fingers reached out and took hold of Rick’s dick, near the base. It was hard and big, I thought. I was bending over, only a few inches away from his big mushroom when I looked at his face, which was full of anticipation. “What’d I taste like? Just so I know.”
Rick rolled his shoulders, “I don’t know. Like skin. It tasted good enough that I didn’t stop until you were done.”
I lowered my head until I felt my tongue touch his head. He was right. For the most part, it tasted like skin, a little salty, a little dry. I ran my tongue around the tip of his head and was rewarded for my effort by a groan from Rick.
Encouraged by this, I did what he’d done to me. I pushed his tube against his belly and licked the shaft. A bit salty, I thought. When I got to the base of his shaft, Rick’s ball sack hung down. I was more than a little envious when I cupped his balls in my hand. They felt like grapes. Getting a bit of inspiration from the boy I was sucking, I puckered up and kissed each ball before licking my way back up his shaft.
I opened my mouth wide to take his head into my mouth. When I clamped down on his mushroom, Rick gasped, “Oh, yeah. You’re a good cocksucker, Ev. Nice.”
I’m sure I’ve learned a lot of things in the fifth grade, but one thing every boy knows, you really don’t want to be a cocksucker. But there I was with my lips wrapped around Rick’s head. It wasn’t really fair, I thought. He’d been a good cocksucker to me, earlier. My mouth was too full to say any of that, but it didn’t stop me from thinking it.
I felt Rick’s fingers running through my hair as he pushed a bit. My mouth went a little lower on his shaft. But Rick was five inches. I might have been accused of having a big mouth, but that’s not exactly what folks were talking about, even as his glans slipped through my lips. I’d taken about two inches of Rick’s dick into my mouth at that point. I thought, I can manage this. My tongue darted about, running around his circumcision scar back up to the tip of his hand and back again.
“Nice, Ev,” Rick said. His hands, still on my head, pushed. I felt his dick head on the roof of my mouth as another inch slipped in. Much more of that and my tonsils would be slapping his dick head. My mouth was full, I was convinced. Rick’s dick had filled it up.
My friend did something I’d not expected, then. His hands held my head pretty firmly at that point and he pulled my head back a little, until his mushroomed head reached my lips, and then he pushed my face forward, bumping his dick against the roof of my mouth again. He fell into a little rhythm, pulling me back and pushing forward. His head slid deeper, pushing against the skin in front of my tonsils. My lips were closer to Rick’s little bush than they’d ever been. At one point he pushed a bit deeper and I almost gagged as a stray pube tickled the tip of my nose.
“Oh, yeah. I’m fucking your face, Ev. Oh, yeah. I feel my baby-makers now.”
As he said that, I realized I really didn’t want that white slime in my mouth. I tried pulling back on the upswing and realized that Rick was forcing my head back down. “What the fuck,” is what I tried to say, but the only thing that passed my lips, other than Rick’s cock, was what sounded like a muffled moan.
I felt his dick hit my throat as Rick’s pubes brushed against my lips. “Oh, fuck, Ev. You’ve got me in all the way. Fuckity, fuck, fuck. This feels… ah, oh.”
Rick held me down, his entire dick shoved in my mouth, all the way to my throat. It felt like he got even bigger in my mouth as I worried my mouth was about to explode. Then his dick jerked and I felt something hot hit my throat.
“Oh, yeah. Swallow it, bitch!” Rick groaned even as my hair was wrapped in his fingers as he pushed my face into his crotch. Another jolt and more of his cum hit my throat. As if it were possible, my mouth felt even more full. My taste buds were still trying to make sense his goo assaulting them. It was really salty and kind of bitter.
After Rick’s dick stopped spasming, he pulled back and his dick slipped from my mouth, while the slimy goo trickled out of my mouth and down my chin.
“Ah, fuck. That was fucking awesome.”
That wasn’t what I expected and I was pissed. “You fuckface. You slimed me.”
“Yeah,” he leered at the cum on my face. “And it felt really good.”
I grabbed the roll of TP and started dabbing at my face, “Fuck you, man.”
I think he realized I was mad. “Hey, Ev. I thought you’d be okay with it. I mean, I sucked you off. You came in my mouth, too.”
I threw a cum soaked bit of wadded up toilet paper at him. “Yeah? Did I shoot anything?”
He caught the crumpled missile and saw a little bit of his cum on it. He licked at it and said, “Oh, yeah. Finger licking good.”
I was still glaring at him. He owed me an answer. He mumbled, “Well, no. But if you had, I’d have swallowed every drop.”
I’d probably managed to swallow maybe half of what he’d shot out. It wasn’t that bad, but I was hurt about it. I’m not sure if it’s because Rick is so much bigger than me and I’m jealous or if it was just the surprise. We didn’t look at any more pictures that evening and by half past one in the morning we were both asleep.
End of part one
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