MR. BILL'S GROCERY

Part 5 - Making New Friends

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Like all the other kids, I was excited about the last day of the school year in late May... freedom to do as I pleased! So, I wasn't very happy to hear that my mom had signed me up for a summer long program at the downtown YMCA.� Of course she couldn't just let me run amok while she was at work, but I didn't see it that way.� Then again, what would I've done?� I couldn't play with the McDonald boys and I couldn't just hang out at Mr. Bill's, or just hang out in the park day after day, so the Y was my mother's answer.

Just like on school days, I rode the bus with her, only now all the way into downtown.� We got off, walked a block or so and arrived at this large imposing brick building.� Once inside, she was directed to the gym where various groups were forming.� She took me to a desk, talked with this young man and then bade me goodbye.� For the first time in my life, I felt abandoned. Here I was in this large room filled with total strangers. Then I spied him, Nathan, a boy I sometimes played with at the park on Sundays. He didn't go to my public school as he was enrolled in a private school;� still, I knew him.

"Hi, Nathan," I greeted.

He looked at me suspiciously and then in recognition he beamed, greeting, "Hi ya, Jimmy! Are you my group? I sure hope so.� I don't know anybody here."

"Me neither, but I guess so," I replied as I plopped down on the wooden floor of the gym.� It took a while to sort out all the confusion, but once it was, we were off for our first activity, swimming. Back in the Fifties and into the Sixties, the YMCA was a male only organization. The ladies had the YWCA to see to their needs.� The purpose of the Y was to promote good clean Christian values and a strong healthy body.� To that end, physical fitness was central, as were healthy habits.� That's why the Y required all bathers to swim in the nude.� It was a hygiene issue.� You were to shower thoroughly before entering the water to wash away salts, body oils and fecal matter.� Being nude ensured that fecal matter would not be introduced via a bathing suit.� That way the water stayed pristine without the use of chlorine.

All the groups listened, along with a lot of snickering, to the shower-before-entering-the-pool policy and the nude policy. Then we were assigned our lockers, told to undress, shower, and report to the pool.��� Whereas a lot of the kids were embarrassed about all this (and they all got over that quickly), I thought it was great.� To think, it was not only perfectly acceptable, but it was sanctioned that I could run around naked with a lot of other naked boys, and all in the name of the Lord.�

Once we were all at the pool, our swimming abilities were evaluated. We were then divided up by age and ability, and then assigned to our swim instructors, college guys, tanned, muscular, naked, well hung, and who looked to me to be Greek gods.

We had hardly gotten started when it was, "Out of the pool!"� We shuffled back into the locker room where we given our uniforms, green gym shorts and various colored t-shirts, the color signifying which group you belonged to.� White socks and the high top Keds tennis shoes we all wore was the acceptable footwear.� Dressed, we went outside where there were a couple of baseball fields. Keds, baseball gloves and a sack lunch were the only items that we were required to supply for the entire program; everything else was provided for.

For the rest of the summer, I would play softball every morning at the Y, and in doing so, I learned the game and gained a good level of competency in fielding, throwing and batting.� We played for two hours, the first hour in practice and second hour playing one of the other three teams.� Scores were meticulously kept and at the end of the program in late August, a team was selected as the winner.� None of this participation trophy crap.� We played to win, every day, and in the process we learned the sting of defeat, as well as incomparable joy of victory.

After baseball it was swim time.� Those who needed to develop their basic skills were taught the basic skills.� Those more advanced, learned to perfect the various strokes, how to dive and how to swim with face mask and snorkels. Eventually with swimming skills firmly established, the first half became water volleyball or water polo time.� The latter half of the morning swim was unstructured and given over to water play. There was a lot of grab ass during this unstructured play period, what with games like submarine, shark attack and two-man horse fights.

Dressed again, but sans Keds and socks, it was lunch time, which was taken in the main gym.� After lunch, we had mandatory down time, where no running around was permitted.� With lunch settled it was pull out the mats and strip off the shirts for wrestling.� We were taught the various holds and then practiced, practiced, practiced until we were all wrung out, hot and sweaty.� Eventually we started having matches against the other teams, the scores of which were duly recorded.�

Then back to the pool, strip naked, shower and report for competitive swimming. No matter what your level, you were paired up and raced, with each race timed and recorded.� It's amazing how we all strived to do better and better.� When I had started the program a few months before, I could hardly swim. But, by the end of the summer, I was a regular dolphin, flying through the water.

In the afternoon, the pool was divided up into five swim lanes.� We used all five lanes for the first hour for warm ups and practice.� The second hour we had two lanes and once one race ended, another began.� The other three lanes were reserved for adults to swim laps.

After the afternoon swim, it was get dressed and go home, utterly exhausted.� No matter, I loved it.� I loved the Y and to this day I think it was best thing my parents ever did for me.

But, more immediately, I made friends with Nathan.� We were on the same team and had a great time together. My mom had changed jobs and went in a little earlier than before, which worked out just fine for riding into downtown with her in the mornings.� Nathan also caught that same morning bus, as it got us to the Y on time to begin the morning program.� In the afternoons, Nathan and I would ride back home together.� The only apparent drawback to all this was we got home much later than if we'd been in school, and my Mom got home earlier too, which severely limited afternoon treats in Mr. Bill's storeroom.� But, it also meant that we had diner earlier, and with the long summer daylight hours, I could roam about for hours after diner and play until dark.� I'd ride over to Nathan's and we'd ride our bikes around the neighborhood and/or play in the park until sunset.

Of course, sometimes Nathan wasn't available to play in the early evenings.� In that case I'd go over to see Mr. Bill.� He opened at 8:00 AM and closed at 6:30 PM, six days a weeks.� That made for long hours, 10 1/2 hours days, 63 hours a week.� So I'd go over after 6:30, ring the back door bell and play with Mr. Bill's dick until dark.� That was a much better arrangement than dropping in after school and putting up with customer interruptions.� Those were� nice leisurely early evenings, spent naked with him in his bed.

In late June, I invited Nathan to come over for a backyard camp out.� He was all for it.� He lived with his Uncle Bob, as his parents were both killed in an automobile accident when he was just four years old.� His uncle taught at a private school and that's where Nathan went to school.� During the summer break, his uncle worked construction.� His uncle called my mom to make sure it was all on the up and up.� She assured him that it was.� Mom liked Nathan a lot and was happy that I now had a good friend.

My dad helped me set up my tent with a minimum amount of gripping about it.� It was warm, the mosquitoes were out and my tent didn't have a mosquito screen.� Dad came up with some mosquito netting from somewhere and draped over the open front of the tent.� Problem solved.

Now, spending four hours a day naked with a bunch of other naked boys, you get pretty comfortable about being naked and talking about being naked. Nathan had told me that he always slept naked and that his Uncle Bob slept naked too, and that being naked in his house wasn't a big deal.� As much as I enjoyed being nude and being naked with Mr. Bill and Mr. Pete, I couldn't imagine going about naked all the time at my house.� My mother, and presumably my father, simply wouldn't permit that.� I'd tried that a few times when I was younger and got a spanking for it every time I tried and got caught.

So, no sooner had we gotten into the tent for the night, Nathan stripped off his play shorts.� Not wearing any underwear, ever, was something else Nathan did.� It was a style of dress that I soon adopted during the late afternoon.� Confident that no one from my house would be checking up on us, I happily followed suit. We talked and made up games.� One of the games Nathan came up with was similar to Truth and Consequences, but he didn't call it that. He dared me to touch his dick, which I gladly did.� I dared him to do the same to me, and he did. �Actually he did more than that, he played with me for a while and then went down on me. Well, what are friends for?! There was a lot of dick sucking and ass play that night.� Great fun for a couple of naughty boys!

When I saw Nathan on the softball field at the YMCA the Monday after that backyard camp out, he says to me,� "If it's not raining, Uncle Bob won't be home until it's nearly dark. Why don't you come over after you have supper and I'll suck your dick."

"How about if I suck your dick?" I replied.� We both thought that was very funny and burst out laughing.� Of course I was planning to make a beeline to Nathan's after supper, but by a little luck in timing, Mom was on the afternoon bus when we got on.

"Mom, would it be okay if Nathan ate supper with us?" I asked her.

"If it's alright with his uncle," she replied.

"He won't be home until dark," Nathan helpfully explained, "and I'm already hungry."� I must admit, we played Mom like a fiddle and she invited him to join us. At supper, Dad was his usual pleasant self and didn't look up from his dinner plate, nor did he say anything either and just grunted when Mom asked him a question.� I was used to this, but Nathan found it uncomfortable, like he wasn't welcome or something.

After dinner, we rode over to Nathan's house, with him riding on the handlebars of my bike.� Once inside we started a wrestling match, the object of which was to strip off the shorts of the other.� Loser had to lick the winner's butthole and then blow him.� He won, dropped his shorts and bent over for me to lick him.� He got a finger run up his butt instead.� Nathan howled in surprise and the another wrestling match ensued, and Nathan, being a little older and a little bigger than me, bested me again.� This time he sat on my face and ground his asshole into me.� It wasn't all that bad as we had both showered twice that day and were in the water for most of it, so he was very clean, just like the Y wanted him to be.

Nathan and his uncle had a routine where Nathan had something to eat waiting for him when he got home.� He might have had to heat it up in the oven or the stove top, or Nathan might just eat it right out of the fridge, but he wasn't hungry.� So after my supper with my folks, Nathan and I would hook up and play together until dark.� It wasn't always dick sucking or other sexual things, but mostly things that boys do, ride bikes, throw rocks, run around the park playing Cowboys and Indians or Cops and Robbers, or joining in an impromptu ball game of some sort.

With absolute trust in one another established, I asked him one afternoon just after six, if he wanted to go to Mr. Bill's and get an ice cream bar.� "I don't have any money," he replied.

"You don't need any money," I explained. "Mr. Bill will give it to you."

"Why would he do that?"

"Because you're gonna eat the ice cream naked while he watches.� Heck, maybe he'll blow you too."

"Bullshit!" Nathan snorted.

"No, it's true, but you can't ever tell anybody or Mr. Bill will get in trouble."

"Who says?"

"I do.� I do it all the time in the back store room.� I suck him off there too.� You ever tasted cum?"

"Maybe."

"What do you mean, maybe?� Either you have or you haven't."

"Okay, I have," he admitted.

"You let him cum in your mouth and Mr. Bill will give you all the ice cream you would ever want.� Come on, I'll prove it."

So, with just minutes to spare before Mr. Bill closed up for the day, Nathan and I, shirtless and shoeless, strolled into the store and like I owned the place, I helped myself to two ice creams.� I showed them to Mr. Bill who was just looking at us and wondering what was up.� No one else was in the store, so I took Nathan into the storeroom.� I asked him to hold the ice creams and pushed down my shorts.� Standing there naked, I took the two ice creams from him and told him to undress.� He shrugged and dropped his shorts.� We unwrapped our treats and just took our first bite when Mr. Bill walked in.

Mr. Bill didn't say anything, he just watched, his attention riveted upon the new boy. Of course Mr. Bill had seen him before, many times, when he was in the store with his uncle. Suddenly Nathan reaches over and begins to fondle my cock and balls, which brought on a hard-on.

Mr. Bill's nose flared and the pupils of his eyes grew wide. He looked me in the eye and said, "Suck him, Jimmy."� I fell to my knees and took Nathan's dick into my mouth.

The store was closed by then, so there was no need for Mr. Bill to worry about customers.� Out of the corner of my eye I saw the old guy unbuttoning and then discarding his shirt.� He kicked off his shoes and soon dropped his pants and drawers.� He was hard as a rock and his gnarly old prick was drooling.�

Without a word being said otherwise, Nathan pushed me away, stepped up to Mr. Bill and took his jutting rod into his hand.� He fondled him for a moment and then sank to his knees.� I don't know who was more surprised, Mr. Bill. or me.� Mr. Bill moaned, "Holy fuck, boy!" and then settled in for a blowjob to completion.� I knew right then that Nathan was as experienced in cock sucking as I was and that Mr. Bill wasn't the first adult man he'd sucked.

After Mr. Bill shot off in Nathan's mouth and Nathan swallowed it all, Nathan stood and rather jovially said, "Thanks, for the ice cream, Mr. Bill."

Mr. Bill was still breathless and all he could say was, "Anytime.� Anytime at all, kid."

Mr. Bill sat on one the boxes of canned goods with a rather dazed look about him.� I whispered to Nathan, "Give him your dick to suck."� Nathan then stood before Mr. Bill, leaned over balancing himself against a stack of boxes and stuck his four inch boy dick in Mr. Bill's face.� Like I knew he would, Mr. Bill gobbled up the offered youthful penis, holding him tight by the bare ass cheeks while he sucked away, lost in sexual pleasure.

It was almost dark by the time Nathan and I exited the back door of the storeroom, our bellies full of cum, ice cream, potato chips and candy bars. The next time I saw Mr. Bill, he scolded me for not keeping our secret and then he thanked me.� Adults, who could ever figure them out?

The day following introducing Nathan to Mr. Bill and his storeroom, his Uncle Bob called my mom on the phone and invited me to stay with them over the weekend, telling her that he was planning on taking Nathan to the beach on Saturday.� As the ocean was a two hour drive away, he planned to leave early in the morning and stay overnight until Sunday afternoon.��� Mom thought that was a splendid idea, especially since Dad was going fishing that weekend.

Friday, after the Y, Nathan and I reported home to my mom, where I was given a small suitcase with clothes for the weekend. I could tell Nathan thought this was all very funny, but I couldn't ask him why in front of Mom.� But as soon as we were headed towards Nathan's he told me why.� "You won't need any clothes this weekend.� We're not going to the beach. We're going to a nudist camp!"� I'd heard of nudist camps, but thought Nathan was shitting me.

Nathan's uncle, lean and muscular, was there when we got there, bare foot, shirtless and fresh from his shower.� He greeted me and offered us something to eat.� Nothing was said about what we we'd be doing next day and I concluded that Nathan was full of it.� That is until Uncle Bob told us to get ready for bed.� Ready for bed?� It wasn't even dark yet!� To my surprise, Nathan dropped his shorts right there in the kitchen.� I looked at Nathan, then looked at Uncle Bob expecting some sort of reaction, but he wasn't fazed by Nathan's nudity in the least.� In fact he appeared to be annoyed with me.

"Jimmy, when you're at your house, you and Nathan must follow your parents' rules," Uncle Bob said. "Conversely, when you are at my house, you must follow my rules. In this house, we're naked once the sun goes down.� That's the rule. From what Nathan tells me, it's a rule that you shouldn't have any problem with."

I knew better than to say something sassy like, "You're not naked," or "It's not dark yet."� Besides he was unbuckling his pants.� Like his nephew, Uncle Bob didn't wear underwear and as soon as he dropped trou, his cock was on display.

I was cool with it and grinning, I dropped my shorts and underwear (which I hadn't the opportunity to discard before).�

"Very good, Jimmy," Uncle Bob said.� "It's not very often that Nathan has someone over who so readily follows my nudity rule.� Now, there's one other rule... What happens here stays here.� You tell no one, and that includes your friend, Mr. Bill."�

I must have given away my surprise at his mention of Mr. Bill as he then added, "Yes, I know all about Mr. Bill and what you do in his back storeroom for ice cream."� Feeling betrayed, I shot a glance at Nathan who I knew had spilled the beans. "You're a very naughty boy for sucking that old man's dick," Uncle Bob laughed. "Is that all you do, or do you take it up the butt too, Jimmy?"�

How does one answer a question like that? When I didn't answer, he tells me to, "Come over here.� Turn around.� Lean over.� Now spread your ass cheeks."

I wasn't about to argue with him, so I did.� "Ah, just as I thought." As he was saying this, he put the tips of his fingers on my anus and rubbed it.� "Your asshole looks like a balloon knot, Jimmy. It looks just like Nathan's asshole." He then poked my anus with a finger and added, "That's from taking dicks up your butt."

After slapping my ass, he told me to stand up and face him.� Holding my now stinging backside, I did as I was told.� "On your knees," he said.� It didn't sound like a request.� I knelt and looked up at him, expecting him to shove his cock in my mouth. But he didn't. Instead, he rubbed my hair, then knelt down to be eye level with me.

"I think we're all going to have a lot of fun this weekend, Jimmy.� Tomorrow, we're going to a nudist camp were you and Nathan can run around naked all day.� Would you like doing that, Jimmy?"� I nodded my head.

"Good.� Now at a nudist camp, there are some very strict rules.� First, you can't go around sucking dicks in the open.� In private, yes, out in the open, no.� Same goes for butt fucking or any other sexual contact.� Do you understand that rule?"� Again I nodded, even though the rule didn't make sense to me.

Standing he said,� "Good.� And one other thing..." He raked his cock across my face until I snapped it up between my lips. "That's it, boy, suck that cock!"� I did more than just suck that cock that night, proving everything Nathan had told him about me and more.

Next morning we drove out of town a good ways and into the country.� Eventually, out in the middle of nowhere, we came to a gate marked, "Private Club. Members only.� No Trespassing."� Uncle Bob told Nathan to open the gate.� Nathan unlocked the combination lock and we passed through.� Into the woods we went until we came to an area cleared of brush and small trees and where you could see a number of trailers and campers between the trees.� Then I saw my first nudist, then more and more.� Soon there were naked people everywhere it seemed.� Naked young men, naked old men, naked boys, naked girls, and naked women... it was just as Nathan had told me!

Uncle Bob stopped at a building marked "Headquarters" and went inside.� Soon he came out with an older naked man.� "This is Jimmy," Uncle Bob introduced.

"Hi, Jimmy," the man greeted sticking his head through an open window.� "I'm Mr. John.

"Now, you are all very overdressed, so go to your campsite and set up camp.

"Next time I see you, Jimmy, I want to see all of you."

We drove to our assigned camping spot.� Before we set up the big cabin tent Uncle Bob brought for us to sleep in, he told us to get undressed and leave our clothes in the cab of the truck where they wouldn't get lost.� It felt kind of odd to be getting naked outside and in the open.� We pitched the tent and pitched a dining fly over out picnic table, set out the folding chairs and threw our bedding into the tent.� With camp set, we strolled naked to the swimming pool carrying our towels with us to sit upon.�

It was great fun swimming naked with a bunch of other naked people who weren't all boys or men.� Then Nathan took me to explore the camp.� We ended up playing tetherball with some� naked girls, then we went swimming again. Towards dusk, Uncle Bob rounded us up and we prepared our supper, wrapping everything in aluminum foil packets and cooking on the coals of a wood fire. I was mightily impressed with my cooking!

Clean up was a snap with an absolute minimum of items that needed to be washed.� Then we headed out, going to a trailer behind the headquarters building.

Uncle Bob knocked on the door and Mr. John answered saying, "Come on in, boys.� Been expecting you."

"Bob's told me all about you," the old man said to me.� "He said that you're the kind boy I really like.� A very naughty boy.� Are you a naughty boy?"� I didn't say anything, just kind of sheepishly grinned.

"How about if you show me how naughty you are."

When I didn't immediately move, Uncle Bob shoved me towards the man I'd hardly met saying,�� "Suck his dick!"� There was no question in my mind now what was expected of me, so I went down on Mr. John's soft uncut cock, sucking him until he was engorged.�

Before cumming, Mr. John pushed me off and told me to lie across the table.� I did and I felt him greasing my asshole up.� "Ummphh!" I grunted as Mr. John shoved the entire length of his big dick up my butt.� Pulling out completely, he then rammed it back up inside me.� "Ummmmphh!"

Other than a little fuck grease, there was very little preparation for this, but I suppose my asshole was still loose from the buggering Nathan's uncle had given me the night before and it didn't hurt too much.� He pulled out completely again and rammed it back up my ass.� He wasn't a very nice man, but what could I do, other than take it?� He must have rammed that dick up my butt five or six times before he settled into a steady fucking of my ass.

When it was all over and I had a load of Mr. John's cum up my rectum, Uncle Bob took me. The ass fucking felt pretty good by then and I rather enjoyed it.� Enjoyed it enough that when he was finished, I surprised Mr. John by pushing Nathan away from sucking him and impaling myself on his renewed erection.� As to Mr. John's earlier question whether I was a very naughty boy, I think he answered that for himself.

Next morning Mr. John "borrowed" Nathan and me for a hour.� He took me to see a retired friend of his who lived on the premises.� The old guy, who Mr. John introduced as Mr. C, warmly greeted Nathan, giving him a hug and coping a feel of my buddy's bare ass.� Mr. C appeared to be a lot older than Mr. John.� He was also very overweight, so overweight that it looked like he didn't have dick.� Of course he had a dick, it was just on the small size and hidden by the flab.�

"About that money I owe you from the other night," Mr. John said.� "Would you be interested in a barter?"

"Both of them?" Mr. C replied.

"Sure, both of them," Mr. John answered. "but only for an hour.� Bob's anxious to get home."

"Deal."

We went back towards the tiny bedroom of Mr. C's trailer. The man could hardly fit through the small doorway.� His unkempt bed sagged precipitously when he sat upon it and then sprawled out. What a sight he was!

"How do you want this?" Mr. John asked.

The old fat man looked at both of us twice and then pointing a stubby finger at me said, "That one.� The new boy. I'll have him first."

Now directing his attention directly to me he says, "Listen up, kid.� I want you to suck my dick and get me good and hard.� Then I want you to sit on it and take it up your butt."� Mr. C certainly didn't beat around the brush.

Mr. John interjected, "You heard the man."

The old mountain of lard, spread his legs wide.� Finally I could see where his dick was and crawled up to it between his huge thighs. It wasn't very big, either in length or width.� I took it between my fingers, stood the soft organ up and lowered my lips to it. His crotch was sweaty and he had a heady smell.� He also tasted rather acrid.� As I began gently sucking I heard him say to Nathan, "You boy.� I want you over here where I can suck your dick."

Glancing up his enormous belly, I watched as Nathan straddled his chest.� Mr. C's hands gripped him by the butt cheeks and drew him forward.� So there I was sucking on a small soft dick amidst more naked blubber than I'd ever seen before while my buddy was getting his dick sucked.� All in all, I rather envied Nathan at that moment, wishing that we could switch places.� Meanwhile, Mr. John was applying something cold and slippery to my asshole, and taking the liberty of working it into me.

It took me forever to get the old guy hard.� And when I did, I moved to take it up my butt, but facing him, I couldn't do it.� At Mr. John's suggestion, I had to turn facing away before I felt him in position.� I sat and I felt it slide a little ways up my butt. I was used to larger pricks, longer pricks and fatter pricks, but I had everything the man had available.� I pumped him, the smaller prick reminding me of Nathan's, except for the enormous girth I had to straddle to get at it.

Within a half hour, Nathan and I were back at our tent and Mr. John's gambling debt was paid.� He thanked Nathan's uncle for letting him borrow us and offered a steep discount on the going day rate for his next visit to his nudist camp.

We struck camp and headed home.� Dad was still off fishing and Mr. McDonald was back home having Sunday dinner with his family.� Mom fed me a baloney sandwich and told me to go play outside.� Mr. Bill was happy to see me.� If he noticed that I was looser than usual, he didn't mention it.

Over the next year, I visited the nudist camp several times with Nathan and his uncle.� Each time we were offered up for sex with various men.� We were even swapped for other boys, who were there with their families.� And every time, I had a blast.

Then things changed forever.� Nathan and his uncle moved without notice.� The McDonalds moved too, as they needed a bigger house.� Mom and Dad were well on their way to a divorce.

Mr. Bill disappeared from my life too. One day he was there and the next his store was closed and he was gone.� Dad explained to me that the highway department was widening Myers Road and had bought him out.� I would have thought Mr. Bill would have told me what was about to happen, but he didn't.� He fucked my ass and was then gone, without so much as saying goodbye, leaving me alone and without friends, but with fond memories of getting naked for ice cream.�

Things got kind of slow for the next year, but there were days when I had some real fun.� Every so often, Mr. Pete would find me at the playground on a Saturday and take me for a ride to an ice cream shop and then to somewhere secluded.�

I also became the regular target of a group of older boys who heard about me from the McDonald boys.� They'd take me into the woods next to the playground and make me suck their dicks.� That was okay, as I really didn't mind doing that, but one time they stole all of my clothes.� I had to wait until dark and try to get home without anyone seeing me.� Mom was not happy about that at all.

And then there was this nice man with a big friendly dog...