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 Chapter Two JACK OFF BUDDIES

   "I just made some fresh orange juice," Mom said, when we returned home.
"I thought you boys might be thirsty."

   "You're beautiful, Mom," Eddie said, and hugged her.

   "What?" Mom responded, and hugged Eddie to her breast.  Then she quickly
pushed him away.  "Eddie!?!  What are you doing."

   "Ray said he kissed your breast, and you didn't do nothing about it."

   "Well...  I...he..."

   "Dr.  Greene came in," I said.

   "Yes.  That's it.  Dr.  Greene came in before I could say anything to
Ray."

   "You didn't say nothing after Dr.  Greene left."

   "Uh...I guess I forgot."

   She was getting turned on.  I could see it, but Ray couldn't.

   Mom looked exasperated.  "Well...you can't go around telling people that
your mother let you kiss her boobs."

   "Then, it's okay if we kiss your boobs?" Eddie asked.

   "Of course not!" she exclaimed.  "Well, maybe.  I mean, you both nursed
on them when you were babies.  But you can't tell any body."

   "We won't.  I promise," Eddie said.  "Does this mean that we can nurse
on them again?"

   "Don't push it, Eddie," Mom said sternly, trying hard not to smile.

   Ray's cock got rock hard, visualizing him and his little brother sucking
on Mom's tits.

   "I didn't sleep well last night," Mom said.  "I'm going to take a little
nap." She went to her bedroom and closed the door.

   I was certain she was going to masturbate.  Ray quickly pushed that
thought aside as to fantastic to contemplate.

   Mom opened the door briefly and announced, "Your father called.  He's
going to work a double shift, and won't be home until after 11."

   Eddie and Ray looked at each other and grinned.  Neither of them liked
their father.  By most standards, Jefferson Davis Gordon was a good father.
He never physically abused the kids.  But he was a sarcastic bastard.  It
wasn't witty sarcasm.  It was mean and hurtful.  The boys, especially Ray,
could never do anything right.  He could always find fault in anything they
did.  I quit trying to please him when I was 16.  Eddie kept trying until
the day he died at the age of 44.  By the time I was 30, I was better at
sarcasm than Dad ever dreamed of being.

   Our relationship got off to a rocky start the day we first met.  He came
home on leave from World War Two when I was 16 months old.  I don't really
remember the meeting, but all five aunts witnessed it and told me the
story.

   Mom called me into Grandpa O'Daniel's parlor, where she was hugging and
kissing a sailor.  "This is Daddy," She announced.

   "No!" I exclaimed, rushing to the mantle and picking up the the
hand-tinted sepia portrait of a redheaded sailor, and saying, "This is
Daddy." It didn't matter that the man in the photograph looked like the man
in the parlor.  I didn't like him then, and he did nothing to change my
attitude.

   Mom treated me like the reincarnation of Leonardo Da Vinci, a creative
genius who could do no wrong.  Dad treated me like the village idiot, who
could do nothing right.

   One of Eddie's friends came to the front door, and they left together.
Ray left through the back door and went to his oleander cave to jack off.
He went in and stripped naked, and was pounding away, near orgasm when
Eddie crawled in.

   Ray was flabbergasted.  "Wha..Wha..???" He looked around frantically,
fully expecting to see Eddie's friend, Ralph.

   Eddie stared open mouthed at Ray's rapidly deflating penis.  "You do it
too?" Eddie whispered.

   "Too?" Ray said.  "You do it?"

   "Yeah.  I do it all the time."

   Ray's erection quickly returned.

   "Holy shit!" Eddie exclaimed.  "your cock is fucking huge!"

   Ray was sensitive about the size of his dick.  He was afraid it was
large because he played with it mall of the time.  He tried to hide it by
wearing briefs, tucking his cock down between his legs and pulling the
tightie whities up tight.  It was painful when he had an erection, and
almost anything gave him an erection.

   "This is so cool," Eddie said.  "We don't have to hide it from each
other no more."

   "Any more," Ray corrected.

   "What?"

   "You said, 'we don't have to hide it no more.' That's a double negative.
It should be any more, not no more."

   "I catch you jacking off, and you're going to correct my English?"

   "Sorry."

   Eddie quickly undressed.  "When you showed me this place, this is what I
knew it would be good for."

   "Where's Ralph?"

   "He had to do some chores or something," Eddie said.  "I told you I'm
not going to tell any body about our cave.  Not unless you want me to."

   "I didn't mean to show you.  I don't know why I did."

   "I'm glad you did.  Now we can have fun," Eddie said, stroking his
little dick.  "Were you thinking about Mom's tits?"

   Ray wanted to deny it, but knew his brother would know he was lying.  He
nodded his head, blushing.

   "I can't wait to kiss 'em again."

   "She didn't say we couldn't do it again.  Did she?"

   "She didn't.  She just said not to tell any body that we kissed her
titties."

   "We did nurse on them, but I don't remember that," Ray said.

   "You're thinking about sucking them, aren't you.  I know I am."

   Ray stroked hard and fast, thinking about sucking Mom's tits and
squeezing them.  "Oh God!" he groaned, as rope after rope of thick white
semen erupted from his cock.

   "Holy shit!  How long have you been cummin'?"

   "Remember when we spent the Fourth of July at Uncle Carl's?"

   "Yeah.  Summer before last."

   Ray told Eddie about his first frightening ejaculation.

   "Really!?!  You didn't know nothing about cummin'?" Eddie said.  "You
shoulda asked me."

   "You were only eight and a half."

   "I've known about cummin' since kindergarten.  Bobbie Rawson's oldest
brother showed him, and he told me about it, and when I spent the night
there, he showed me too."

   "Damn!" Ray exclaimed

   "Damn?" Eddie laughed.  "You're getting to be a real potty mouth."

   "It just came out."

   "So you were only a few months older than me the first time you came. 
Maybe I'll start cummin' soon too.  What's it feel like?"

   Ray thought a minuit.  "You know how it feels when you gotta pee real
bad, and have to hold it before you get can to a restroom?"

   "Yeah.  That's kinda how it feels when I play with myself."

   "You know how it feels when you finally get to the restroom and you get
to let it out."

   "Yeah."

   "Multiply that feeling a hundred times.  That's how it feels.  I mean it
feels like it explodes out of your penis."

   "Penis?" Eddie giggles.  "You're the only guy I know who calls his dick
a penis."

   "Have you masturbated with anyone else," Ray asked.

   "Yeah.  A couple of guys.  Johnny and Rex," Eddie replied.  "Rex told me
about a second grader who'll suck cock for fifty cents."

   "Really?" Ray asked, astounded.  "Will Rex introduce us to him?"

   'Yeah.  We're gonna meet him after school Monday."

   Ray always walked home with Buddy and Yogi.  Buddy lived on Second
Avenue.  Yogi lived on First, so Ray was the first to peel off on the way
home.  "Where are you going to meet?"

   "Under the Ninth Avenue bridge." Eddie said, excited.  "You gonna come?"
he giggled at the accidental double entendre.  "I mean are you gonna meet
us there?"

   Ray wanted to so badly it hurt.  But he was afraid of ruining his
reputation.  "I don't know.  I mean Rex might tell everybody."

   "If you don't want him to tell, he won't tell," Eddie said.  "I'll tell
him that I'll kick his ass if he does."

   "I don't know."

   "Look.  I'll meet the kid, and get him to meet you later under the Fifth
Avenue bridge," Eddie said.  "I don't know if he'll do it.  He doesn't know
me, and there's really no place to hide under the Fifth Avenue bridge."

   Ray really wanted to have his cock sucked.

   I Visualized having a seven or eight year old boy suck my cock, and Ray
saw the vision.  I know he did.

   "I'll think about it," Ray said.

   "I wanna see you cum again before we go home," Eddie said.  "Hee hee. 
Cum and go."

   Ray didn't hesitate.  He stroked his cock again, visualizing another
kids lips sliding up and down his shaft.  It didn't take him long to pump
out another big load of semen.  He wiped his hands on the cardboard floor
as best he could, then wiped the rest on his jeans.

   On the way back home, Eddie babbled on and on about how great it was
that the brothers could jack off together, and didn't have to wait until
they were alone.

   I was ecstatic, and Ray was having a difficult time suppressing the
feeling.  I couldn't converse with the kid, but I could intensify his
feelings, and influence his sexual thoughts.

   "What have my boys been up to?" Mom asked when they entered the living
room.

   "Nothing," Ray said guiltily.

   Eddie hugged her and gave each breast a kiss.

   Mom shook her head.  "You're incorrigible."

   "Encourage me!" Eddie laughed.

   Mom shook her head, and held out her arms for Ray.  They hugged, and Ray
kissed both breasts.

   She let him go, then sniffed the air.  She could smell cum.  She looked
at Ray and Eddie and back at Ray, and grinned knowingly.  Now, she
understood Ray's guilty response to her question.

   I was certain Mom knew that Ray was jacking off.  I didn't think about
it when I was him, and jacked off in my socks to keep from making a mess on
the bed.  Mom did the laundry, and must have noticed the cum-filled socks
at one time or the other.

   "How are you feeling, Ray?"

   "I feel okay."

   "No headaches, nausea, dizziness?"

   "No ma'am."

   "You make sure and tell me if you feel anything unusual."

   "I will," he said, knowing he wasn't going to tell her about the unusual
thoughts he was having.  They weren't really that unusual, they are
thoughts he had had before, except that there was something nudging him on,
making it more difficult to suppress the thoughts, making him say things he
didn't intend to say.  His thoughts became words as soon as he thought him.
He wondered if Eddie was right about the split personality.  Good Ray and
Naughty Ray.

   The naughtiness hadn't gotten him in trouble.  There had been no divine
retribution.  He got away with kissing his mother's tit, and now could do
it whenever they hugged.  He wondered what his mother would do if she
caught him jacking off.  He astounded himself.  Where did that thought come
from?  He wondered.  The thought of his mother catching him masturbating
had been one of his greatest fears.  It was a thought that would deflate an
erection in an instant.  Now, it gave him a throbbing hard-on.

   It wasn't that he had never had erotic thoughts about his mother, but
those were fantasies that had no chance of coming true.  He had jacked off
while sniffing Mom's panties he had taken from the clothes hamper.  He had
wet dreams about fucking his mother, but never imagined it was possible. 
Thoughts of getting caught jacking off had been a nightmare, not a fantasy.

   What would she do?  He wondered.  He was certain that she wouldn't tell
Dad.  How would she punish him?  Would she punish him?  She would have to.
Wouldn't she?

   It was like there was a voice in his head saying,"No, she would not."
Ray went to the bathroom and jacked off again.

   When he came out, Joyce Witt, Mom's best friend, was sitting at the
dining room table, drinking a Southern Select beer.  "Hello, handsome," she
greeted.  She was always flirting with him and Eddie.

   "Hello sexy," Ray retorted, before gasping and putting his right hand
over his mouth.  Once again, the words came out against his will.

   She was momentarily stunned, then grinned, "Thank you, Sir."

   Mom came in from the kitchen and set a glass of red wine on the table.
"Did you hear your son?" Mrs.  Witt asked.  "He called me sexy."

   "He told me that I was beautiful this morning.  I think it has something
to do with the head injury."

   "Maybe I need to hit George on the head," she laughed.  George was her
husband.

   "Hi, Ray," Joyce's 8-year-old daughter, Wanda, said.

   Wanda had an obvious crush on Ray, and he often considered taking
advantage of that.  He had been sexually attracted to her since she was six
years old.  She reminded him of his cousin, Kathleen and the little girl in
the tractor shed, except that Wanda looked nothing like them.  They were
blue eyed blonds with alabaster skin.  Wanda had green eyes, curly red hair
and freckles, like Ray used to have.  His hair turned dark brown when he
was seven years old.  He still had the freckles, which he hated.

   "Hi Wanda."

   "You remember me!" She said.  "You didn't know who I was yesterday."

   "I don't remember yesterday."

   "They said you had a nesia.  I'm glad you don't have it no more.  It was
scarey when you looked at me like you didn't know who I was."

   Without thinking, Ray picked her up and hugged her.  She wrapped her
arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.  She then loosened her grip,
looked at him and kissed him on the lips.  He kissed back.  It wasn't much
of a kiss.  Their lips pressed together for a moment before he pulled away,
embarrassed.  He set her back down, and she gawked at the bulge in his
jeans, and giggled.

   "You made her day," Joyce laughed.  "And mine too."

   Joyce was a flirt.  She flirted with everybody, even Dad.  She was sexy,
in a plain Jane sort of way, except on Saturday nights when she dressed up,
and she and her husband went out on the town to Galveston's nightclubs.  I
overheard Dad telling Mom that she looked like an expensive hooker.  As a
kid, I has sex fantasies about her as well as Mom.  I had been sorely
tempted to flirt back, but didn't have the balls.

   Ray was wondering why he hadn't flirted back sooner.  He knew she was
only doing it because she liked to watch him blush, not because she was
interested in him sexually.

   "Where's Eddie?"

   "He said he was going to see Rex about something."

   Ray went to his room to think.  He knew why Eddie was going to see Rex,
and wondered if they were going to jack off together.  He visualized
jacking off with Eddie and Rex.  And Buddy and Yogi.  He imagined a room
full of boys jacking off.  Jacking each other off.  Sucking each other's
cocks.  He started worrying that he might be queer.  His cock was so hard
it hurt.  He absent mindedly rubbed the lump in his jeans until he heard a
giggle.

   His hand jerked away like he had touched a hot stove.

   "I like rubbing myself too," Wanda whispered.  "I won't tell nobody."

   "You like rubbing yourself?" Ray said.

   "Uh huh," she replied, nodding energetically and rubbing her crotch. 
"It makes my pussy feel good."

   There was a wall furnace in the wall that separated the dining area from
Ray's bedroom, and they could hear their mothers chatting at the table.

   Ray's hand returned to the bulge.  He squeezed and rubbed it, watching
Wand's hand rub the crotch of her shorts.

   "Can I feel it?" Wanda asked.  "You can feel mine."

   Ray moved his hand away, and Wanda grasped the bulge.  Ray thought he
was going to cum in his jeans as she squeezed and stroked.  "It's so big,"
she whispered.

   Wanda jumped when her mother called her name.  "Let's go!"

   "Where're we goin'?"

   "Shopping at Wieners."

   "Hang on," Mom said.  "I'll go with you."

   "Can't I stay here with Ray?"

   "You'll have to ask Ray."

   "Can I?  Can I?" she asked excitedly.

   Ray put on his best bored act.  "It'll be okay, I guess."

   Wanda had both hands over her mouth in a vain attempt to stifle giggles.
"Lemme see.  Lemme see," She whispered, as the front door closed.  The
front door was right next to and perpendicular to Ray's bedroom window.

   Ray shushed Wanda, and waited until he heard the car doors close before
unzipping his fly, unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning the waistband and
letting his jeans drop to his thighs.  He pushed his briefs down, exposing
his hard eight inch cock, which would be a full nine inches by the time he
is 14.

   "It's so BIG!" Wanda squealed, putting both hands around it.

   "May I see your pussy," Ray asked.  He couldn't believe he said,
'Pussy.'

   Wanda pushed her shorts and panties down to her knees, and said, "Let's
get naked!"

   They stripped and sat side-by-side on the bed.  Wanda felt and fondled
his cock and balls while he explored her bald little pussy.  "You can stick
your finger in," Wanda said, spreading her legs wide.

   Ray heard Joyce's Cadillac drive away, and wondered why it took so long,
as he slid his middle finger into Wanda's deliciously warm, wet cunt.

   "It feels really really good if you rub this thing," she said, pointing
at her little clit.

   She stroked his cock like she knew what she was doing.

   "Where did you learn to do that?"

   "It's a secret," Wanda giggled.

   "You can tell me," Ray said.

   "Okay.  My baby sitter showed me how."

   "Your babysitter's a boy?"

   "No.  Her brother sometimes sneaks out of the house and comes over.  I
woke up one night and caught 'em fucking.  They said that they'd let me
play too if I promised not to tell.  His cock.  They call his thing a cock.
His cock isn't as big as yours and he's 16 years old."

   "I'll be damned."

   "They taught me how to French kiss.  Do you know how to French kiss?"

   Ray was ashamed to admit that he had never kissed a girl on the mouth.

   "I'll show you," she said.

   He knew enough to know that it involved, sticking your tongue in the
other person's mouth.  Wanda's tongue slopped between his lips and moved
around in his mouth, and then she backed away.  "Your tongue and my tongue
kinda play with each other in your mouth then in my mouth."

   His tongue followed her tongue while she stroked his cock and he
fingered her pussy.

   They heard the front door open and close and were scrambling to get
their clothes on when Eddie and Rex walked in.

   "You don't have to get dressed," Eddie said.  "We can all play."

   "Okay!" Wanda giggled, pushing her panties back off.

   Rex quickly stripped.  His little three inch dick sticking out at an
upward 45 degree angle.  Rex was small for his age, not much bigger than
Wanda.  When he's 16, he'll still be getting into movies at the under 12
price.

   "Holy shit!" Rex exclaimed.  "That cock belongs on a horse.  It's
fucking huge!"

   Wanda giggled, "It is fucking huge.  Yours is cute."

   "Cute?" Rex repeated.

   She took it in her hand and stroked the stiff little prick.  "You wanna
stick it in?"

   Rex was stunned.  "You want me to fuck you?"

   "Uh huh," she said, nodding eagerly, lying on my bed and spreading her
legs.

   Rex was on top of her in a flash.  She guided his dick in.  He
immediately humped like crazy, and quickly had a dry orgasm.

   "Is that it?" Wanda whined.  "Jenny's brother last's a lot longer than
that."

   "Who's Jenny?" Rex and asked.

   "Her brother fucked you?" Eddie asked.

   "Not me," Wanda said.  "He fucks Jenny."

   "Who the fuck is Jenny." Rex asked.

   "I'm not supposed to tell."

   "You don't have to tell," I said, and she hugged me.

   She took my hand, guided it to her pussy and whispered in my ear, "I
love you."

   "We wanna play too," Eddie said.

   Wanda looked at me and asked, "Can I?"

   Ray said "You can do anything you want to do." and wondered where those
words came from.  He was going to be possessive, although he could tell
that she really wanted to play.  The words just popped out, and now he was
glad he said them, because she looked so joyful and thankful.

   She was playing with Rex's and Eddie's dicks and they were playing with
her pussy.  Ray discovered he enjoyed watching and stroking his hard cock.
He was confident that Wanda was his anytime he wanted her.  Confidence.  It
was something he never had before.

   Eddie stuck his dick between Wanda's thighs and was play fucking her
when Rex asked, "Can I feel it?"

   "What?"

   "Your cock.  Me and Eddie play with each other's cocks all the time."

   "Okay," Ray said, with much more enthusiasm than he intended.

   "It's really heavy," Rex said, cradling it in his right hand, and
fondling Ray's scrotum with his left.

   Ray's hand seemed magnetically drawn to Rex's little stiffy.  Ray
squeezed and stroked it, and Rex did the same for him.

   "Jack him off, Rex.  Watch him cum," Eddie said.

   "Yeah, Rex," Wanda said.  "Jack of Ray's huge fucking cock."

   Rex stroked hard and fast with both hands.

   Ray reciprocated with two fingers and a thumb.

   It wasn't long before Ray felt the pressure mounting with the increasing
burning sensation in his urethra.  "I'm gonna cum," he moaned.

   Wanda pushed away from Eddie and got closer to watch.

   Rope after rope of thick white semen erupted from his pee hole onto the
bedroom's hardwood floor.

   "Wow!" Wanda breathed.  "That's a lot of sperm."

   "Far out!" Rex exclaimed.  "I could feel it coming up with my hands."

   They heard car doors open and close.  Ray looked through the Venetian
blinds.  "It's Mom and Joyce."

   The kids dressed quickly, and Ray wiped up his cum with his cotton
briefs.

   They heard the front door open.  "We're home," Mom announced.