Remembering Everything

 by: Staley Cole Smith

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The names, town and places, in this story, are fictional. Any resemblance to persons or places is purely coincidental.

The Story:

Folks take comfort in different things as time passes and numbers associated with one’s age increase creating a slower way of life. It reminds me of the saying – “I’ve been young and I’ve been old; and young is better.” There is nothing clever about that. It just happens to be true, that youth gives one a lifetime of memories. You just have to live long enough to endure it.

Growing up came with learning about people, and every day was my classroom. The years have moved on and after all this time, with all the hookups and buckets of testosterone that have come and gone, I am still here remembering.

We lived in Hollyville Ohio, on a non-working farm two miles from the nearest neighbor. It was hardly downtown Cleveland.

Summer brings several glorious weeks to Ohio. The summer ambiance is specular with rolling hills of green grass and distant fields growing produce. In Ohio, there just isn’t any complaint with summer, providing we get our share of needed rain.

I was the oldest of four siblings. Being told what to do is not unique for a young boy. I did get a lot of babysitting to do watching kids, while my parents went into town shopping, and God knows where else.

I do not mean to sound like a complainer but I was thirteen living a slave existence and not even sure of that. I only know that I was not very happy.

So often, I would pretend I was Cinderella hoping that someday my prince would come. How crazy is that?

It was the end of the week and that meant a trip into town to go grocery shopping. My job every Saturday morning was watching the kids so my dad could drive mom into town. “Why would this day be any different?” – “It wouldn’t.”

My dad, in one of his creative moments, suspended rope swings between two large elm trees. A heavy-duty post went across from tree to tree and the swings hung from a beam to hold the swings. A small piece of wood served as a seat. It was not as crude looking as it sounds. It was fun.

The kids loved to swing and because I was the oldest, I did the pushing keeping them entertained. They also had a sandbox; that I sprinkled down with water so they could build sand castles and get sand in their shoes.

I heard a car on the gravel drive and said; “Their home, everybody up!”

I picked up the two youngest from the sandbox and headed for the back door. I always helped carry in the groceries and mom put everything away.

However, it was not my parents returning. This car was a long shiny convertible with Clyde, a man who was my barber. Clyde was a friend of my dad so I knew who he was. I had no idea why he was here, but I recognized Clyde immediately.

This was a small town with only two barbers, so everybody knew Clyde! With him was his son John. He was older than me and a senior in high school. John, who went by the name Jack, was popular, played sports, and a champion swimmer on the school swimming team.

Clyde walked up to me smiling and waving. He always had an outgoing personality and smiled often.

He introduced Jack as his middle son; stressing the name Jack. His birth name however was John. It is funny the things you remember about people.

I wondered why he was named John, but called Jack. More and more, grown up ideas did not make sense to me. You have a given name but called something else.

My father invited Jack to come out to the farm so I could show him the streams that crossed the back pasture and show him the gravel beds, where he could find rocks. Jack told me that he was into 'trilobites' and other fossils.

It seemed rather dumb to me. I could not imagine why a seventeen year-old jock who was a star on the school swim team, liked collecting rocks. I did not even know what a trilobite was. I did not have a clue about these things. I had no interest in trilobites, and to me a rock is a rock. I was tongue-tied and blushing trying to talk about them, so I didn’t.

Jack was very much into athletics, with a thin swimmers build, and a pale sprinkling of freckles across his nose. It got better. Piercing beautiful blue eyes with little flecks of darker blue rimmed with long lashes that gave him a flirty, feminine look. It is very hard to beat a combination like that in this town.

He was not delicate or feminine by any means. From first glance, he had powerful built legs cuffed with hairy fur that was darker than on his head. The same dark hair on his fore arms brought out his masculinity. The hair on his head was center parted and rested in waves to his collar - and beyond. In the sun, it glimmered from a coppery gold hue to a darker auburn the lower it went. I missed little that day about how Jack looked.

“Hey – little man,” his voice rang out. “So you are Danny.”

Jack had his right hand sticking out in front of me, with a big grin. I jerked my head up with my mouth hanging open "huh?"

I looked at Jack, still smiling with his hand out. I grabbed it and started pumping up and down. I felt like a jerk, but I kept pumping. Still smiling, he stopped me in mid pump. I guess I was overdoing it. I realized I was being a goof and dropped my hand.

His Father, Clyde, had been talking the whole time about me showing Jack around the farm, but I missed it all. My concentration was completely on Jack.

"So what do you think? Interested?" Clyde said to me.

"Yeah, why not – sure, Whatever you say is fine with me!” I replied, “I forgot what I was supposed to be interested in doing, but didn’t let on.

Clyde said, "Okay, I’ll leave you guys to get acquainted and be back about 4:30 okay?”

“Sure, okay.” I replied

Clyde slapped Jack gently on the back, and walked to the car; pulled out and was gone!

We both felt a little backward. Actually, I felt awkward. Jack was an icon for being seventeen years old. He was a jock and I doubt that he ever felt awkward. Girls flocked around him like mosquitoes on a summer night. Even I knew how popular Jack was around his peers.

The kids clustered around me like leaches, so I turned to go back in. They were hesitant to get out of the sandbox, but Jack lifted the smaller one and said – “In - Your big brother wants you inside.” That was all it took.

“You come in too, Jack,” I said

“Okay, he replied. We are supposed to get acquainted and go rock exploring.”

“Oh goodie, that should be exciting,” I blurted out, but stopped short for fear of being sarcastic.

“What’s the matter, don’t you want to show me around the farm?” He asked

“Oh sure, I just talk that way.” I said

“Oh” he mumbled

Jack sat at the end of the sofa. Picking up the baby, I went to the middle of the sofa, making my sister scoot over.

“C’mon, move. There is room for everybody,” I told her,

A brief skirmish and Jack grabbed my shoulder and pulled me closer to him.

"See? There's plenty of room," he said, putting me beside him with our sides touching. As short as I was, my feet were not touching the floor. I was not comfortable with the baby wiggling on my lap wanting to get free. So, I sat him
on the floor.

Jack sat back on the sofa, put his arm back behind my neck, and touched my shoulder! "There, isn't that better?" he asked.

“OMG,” I thought, “he is touching me”... “It’s okay,” I replied

Jack began talking and emphasizing occasional words with a hug. I was more tongue tied than ever. My parents never hugged me, much less a stranger like Jack. We were on different playing fields, when it came to touching. I thought of it as boy stuff, and Jack thought of it as a way to feel a twink’s body. I had so much to learn.

He slowly removed his arm while rubbing me at the same time. Then he stood up and asked for some water. I stepped over the kids, with Jack following me, and went to the kitchen.

I got him a real glass from the cupboard. The kids and I used plastic and paper cups because we broke so many of mom’s drinking glasses in the past. I turned on the water to get it clear looking and cold. It was well water and not sparkling cold like the city folks had.

We locked eyes as he tipped it up and slowly drained the glass. I swear he was smiling as he set down the empty glass!

“That is good water,” He said

“Not bad,” I replied. This is the country and we have to live with what we have.”

I was staring at him like some kind of freak! He was just so cool looking.

 
I had no idea how to act. Friends at school, the few I had, you only saw during school. The amount of experience I had around older kids like Jack, ranked from zero to none.

After he set the glass down, he leaned on his elbow, on the counter, and just looked at me as I did all the talking.

"So why do I never see you around, what grade you in?" He asked

"Uh, 10th – Oh no, I’m in the 8th.” – I sheepishly admitted. “I have to take the school bus home, so I don’t get to hang around with the other kids at the end of the day.”

"I'm on the swim team!" Jack said, flexing his arm up and down. He looked me in the eyes again. "Go ahead, touch it; it won’t bite."

“Wow, you have nice arms,” I commented

“Go ahead, touch it,” He repeated

I gingerly put my hand on his arm and felt how smooth but rugged he was from swimming.

“You like what you’re feeling on.” He said to me

“Yeah, I do,” I replied

He was winking and slowly flexing his muscle. Then standing straight up, he flexed them both grinning, licking his lips and another wink.

I was so inexperienced that I didn’t recognize that he was coming on to me. Nobody, including my parents, ever displayed any affection towards me. They were the parents, we were the kids, and that was it.

I started shaking like a leaf and couldn’t understand why. The smile left his face and he pulled me toward him and wrapped his arms around me pulling me onto his chest.

Then wrapping his arms around me with hands moving up and down my back, he was touching every bone. I could feel my little dick raising up and pushing into Jack's thigh. He had to feel it.

I jerked backwards knocking the glass to the floor and shattering it. The kids came running in and I yelled for them to stay back. I grabbed the broom and dustpan from the pantry to clean up the broken glass...

Tears were streaming down my cheeks and I was frightened. Jack held the dustpan while I swept up the glass. It shattered into every corner.

“It’s only a glass, don’t let it bother you,” Jack said to me

“Yeah sure, but you don’t know my mother. We are not supposed to use the drinking glasses. She only has a few of them left.” I told him

"You’re gonna be in troooouble!" the kids began chanting. “Wait ‘till mom sees what you did.”

With a gruff, Jack screamed, “HEY - Go watch TV." it was a quick retreat and the kids ran back to the living room.

Then, I heard car crunching gravel and the kids came running through the kitchen to the outside yelling for Mom and Dad, who had just pulled in.

“Look what Danny did.” They cried out.

Mom was the first in the door, hands on her hips, "oh my best glass.” She said, but didn’t appear angry, just upset.

Jack jumped to my defense and said, "Oh, I am so sorry, but I broke the glass. Danny did try to grab it when I dropped it, and bashed his elbow!. I am so clumsy! Sorry, let me replace it for you," Jack volunteered.

“No, it was only a glass and accidents happen, it is okay,” she told Jack.

I felt better rubbing my elbow, as grateful tears swelled in my eyes.

My dad said to me, “What are you blubbering about?” You’re acting like a little girl, stop the crying and go wash your face.” He said to me.

I retreated upstairs to the bathroom, stopping on the stairs as I heard Jack say..."Uh, where is the bathroom?" he asked my mom.

She said to follow Danny upstairs, and he would show him.

I knew Jack was coming, so I continued up and stood at the top waiting.

He deliberately took steps slowly, grinning all the way up, looking like Mr. Clever. I showed him which door was the bathroom, and he took my hand and led me in.

I resisted just a little, but I followed him into the bathroom.

"C'mon buddy, it's just us guys!" winking, that damn smile. I was goose pimply with a tremor or two. I had never been in the bathroom with another person before and it was embarrassing.

He grabbed a washcloth, wet it and wiped my face while sitting on the tub, pulling me between his legs. He dabbed and smoothed my face with the cloth. I looked directly at him and he was smiling. Jack had a way of turning everything into a smile. He was warm, gentle and so kind, that I liked him instantly.

He gave me a quick hug, tapped my butt and said, "Well we better do this."

“Do what?” I asked

“Pee, little buddy – pee” He said

He stood by the toilet and angled toward me with his hand on his fly. He stopped and said, "C'mon” with a sharp sound coming from him. “You can’t pee, if you don’t take it out.”

I stepped up...fumbling with my zipper and shucked down my pants and underwear, and he did the same.

"Wow! You’re big for your age!" he blurted out in his usual smooth manner. His eyes were fixated on my dick and he was correct. I was hung for a kid.

I never expected to hear that and I thought I was gonna die. I had not been naked in front of anybody, that I could remember; and nobody ever commented before on the size of my junk.

I looked over to peek at his junk when he stopped peeing. With his fingers moving, he lifted his pelvis and used his hand to expose his bush, balls and beautiful pinkish tube of flesh. I never knew that older boys had all that hair between their legs. I was fascinated by it.

I was looking at a beautiful cock. He made it flex a few times, the way men do when they are showing off their prize possession. It was a few inches long, not huge by any means, but looked huge to my worshipping eyes. The men I had to compare it with, was zero.

I was thirteen years old with no knowledge of what was happening. However, I don’t think age played much of a part in my excitement. I would have been just as excited at any age. My mouth fell open and Jack made a huge impression on me.

"DANNY" - bellowed my dad from downstairs. "GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!"

I turned while zipping up and rushed out the door and down the stairs. I was yelled at for what my dad called playing around, with all the work still left to do.

The farm was a very green kinda place, with a lot of acreage and we kids were used for slave labor. I called it slave labor after watching a plantation movie on TV.

As I said, it was a farm, but we only rented the house and the yard. My dad did not do any actual farming. Later we used the hen house, and that was cool. We also raised a pig and had a vegetable garden.

My dad said to take Jack outside and show him the streams running through the property. I still had no idea what this was all about, but I thought it was about finding rocks.

I lowered my head and said, "Yes Daddy;" then went out into the yard with Jack following behind me. I was in shock over the experience and embarrassed by my father’s bullying behavior; so I kept my head lowered, feeling like a puppy who was just scolded for peeing on the floor.

I led Jack toward a stump, out of sight of the house, and he sat down. Jack filled me in about why all this was taking place. He talked and talked about his collection of unusual rocks. I was following, but not quite understanding.

He said, "Now pay attention" several times, as he kept talking. I was not sure if he was talking about finding rocks or seeing my junk. He kept looking at my crotch.

He complained that the stump hurt his legs so he stood and shifted me around to sit, while he stood in front of me. I think he did this, so I could stare at him.

He kept swaying very slightly toward me back and forth. All this time I was staring directly at his crotch. Yup, I was right. I became innocently hooked on his body.

Jack had long muscular trim legs. Constantly from swimming, he looked magnificent in a pair of swimming trunks. I remember seeing him swim in a school competition. His legs revealed more of that fascinating hair!

Jack kept moving his body in front of me. He leaned side-by-side, forward and backyard, finally bending down and back up again. The best part was extending his arms, so not only a strip of fuzzy navel showed, but two hidden clumps of hair under each arm were visible and intrigued me.

I had only just started sprouting fine dark hair recently, so I was obsessed with any man I could peek at. Jack was the best, as far as I was concerned.

I should have known better, but I didn’t. It was later that I learned Jack was working on me as prey for his ultimate goal. A goal that included getting me naked and used by the man I was beginning to worship.

Tony was another jock, at Fairfield High school in Hollyville,. He was an athlete, friend and playmate of Jack. Tony fancied himself as the man about town. I didn’t know much about him because he was older and out of my league. Rumor had it however, that he bedded most of the girls in town and some of the boys too. Sorry to say I was not one of them.

Jack was the dominate one in their relationship and he pretty much told Tony what to do. He had the reputation for fucking all the girls he could handle.

Tony was about the hunkiest dude around; a big lug of a guy with dark hair, and enough testosterone for a neighborhood. Still, with all this magnetism, he was not the sharpest knife in the drawer. He wasn’t dumb, just easily led around looking for the next orgasm. Getting off meant everything to Tony and he just about lived for that feeling.

Tony was very much Jack’s type of boy. I had no idea that Tony was another of Jack's playmates. The odd thing was, Tony turned out to be very submissive and controlled by Jack. As a result, for a straight boy, he was accommodating for fun and games. Tony was one apple, that didn’t fall very far from the tree.

I can only picture Tony bending over for Jack. He either dropped his pants, or dropped to his knees and swallowed dick, or got a blowjob from Jack. There is realism in there somewhere.

Tony was very passive, and that is what I remember most. No matter what Jack wanted, Tony would do it. They never told me much about what they did together; but I am not stupid and learned how they operated.

I don't know where Tony lived or if he had siblings. The only thing I remember about Tony is that he was hot and like Jack, got everything he went after. He was taller than Jack, but they both had swimmer’s bodies and played sports. I was shorter, so we looked like a team of "before and after" in pictures.

They both treated me as if I was their little brother. I did get a certain amount of peer protection, wherever I went with these two; so of course, I felt special. Actually, it was my junk that was special. I am still amazed this happened in a little country town like Hollyville.

Jack had arranged a weekend sleepover. Tony was also included, but he was coming later. Jack’s parents and little brother were going out of town, so he had the house to himself. There was nothing unusual about this. In Hollyville, the kids did sleepovers all the time.

 
I got there shortly after his parents had left.

“Hey, buddy boy, you made it – sleeping bag and all” Jack said when he opened the door.

“Yeah,” was all I said with my head lowered and a bit insecure. I guess I did that a lot.

I got a nice hug and oddly enough, Jack gave me a kiss on the cheek. That was just the thing I needed, my insecurity vanished as quickly as it had arrived.

We settled on the couch and looked at some TV. I have no idea what we watched because my eyes kept following Jack as he moved around the room.

His body had that masculine bloom of youth, not like a little boy, such as I felt. I was short and only thirteen with a big dick. I do not believe it was my personality that interested Jack. This was something I needed time to discover.

About an hour passed, and leftovers that his mother had left for us, were consumed.

Jack flipped off the TV and announced that it was time to be setting up camp. That was his cowboy way of saying ‘bedtime’.

A knock came at the door. Actually, it was more like a tap followed by a bang. There was Tony, carrying a carton of Schlitz beer in one hand and a sleeping bag under the other arm.

“Made it guys,” Tony announced. I had to get the beer. No problem tho, the guy took my fake ID,” he giggled sounding like a jerk.

So, there we were, and it was beer all around, I hated the taste, but was thrilled to be included, I gladly accepted and fantasized that I was one of the big kids. I had to pretend that I was having a good time.

Time passed, and it was time to go to sleep. Jack guided us all up stairs.

It was Jack, then Tony, then me going up the stairs. I remember it like yesterday and such an impression it made on me at the time. If only I could direct a movie of this hunky, farm boy wrestler, in tight pegged jeans {remember those} with a hot bubble butt chugging up those stairs, I might win an award.

All I can say, if that happened today, I would eat that on the stairs! As much as I love cum, I would make a quick lunch out of that butt. Woe is me.

We made it to Jack's room. It was a large room, with double windows as well as a double bed. Jack was going to sleep on the floor.

My bag was on the bed. I thought that was where I was supposed to go.

Tony went to the far side of the bed, and unrolled his gear on the floor. He raised his arms and whipped off his tee shirt, leaving his arms up, in a good show of pit hair. Then he threw the shirt on the floor and scratched his belly.

All the while Jack and I were watching Tony as he went from hunk to super hunk. I got the idea that he was going to strip off, so I grabbed my pajama bottoms and headed for the bathroom. I know it sounds dumb to leave just when the best part is about to happen; but that is what I did.

I returned bare chested wearing only PJ bottoms. My junk moved around freely and it was noticeable. I was very self-conscience of my scrawny frame; but it was all I had to work with. You are hardly Rambo at thirteen.

When I got closer to the bed, I could see Tony stretched out on his back, resting on his sleeping bag, arms behind his head, exposing his biceps, like a playgirl model.

 
Fuzzy-wuzzy had a path of hair from his ankles to his waist. Then a trail up to his bellybutton with a hairless expanse of smooth creamy, rippled skin. He had just started paying attention to me, so POOF, like the magic dragon, I was in love.

Jack was standing in raggedy of gym shorts, looking as good as ever. I was rummaging around for a tee shirt to put on, when Jack pulled me toward the bed. He held his finger to his lips, to be still, and pushed me on to the bed. He spooned up behind me. I was being hugged by this incredible jock, and feeling something hard pressed up against my tender young ass. He snapped off the bedside light and stayed snuggled up behind me. With both arms wrapped around me, He groped the front of my pants

He was whispering into my ear to be quiet and not wake Tony - his breath smelling of beer and his movements cartoonish in their exaggeration. There was no possible way that Tony could be sleeping. It felt like a well-designed plan to get to my crotch, but I was not sure, to be honest about it.

His joint was rubbing up and down my crack as he pulled the front of my PJ bottoms down. I thought they’d rip the way he tore at me getting them down.

He used his arm to lift me so he could get the back of the PJ’s down. Then he spit in his hand and guided his dick between my legs, slipping right under my balls. Now I was being poked. I once heard Clyde and my dad talking about a dry fuck. Maybe this is what they meant by dry.

Jack’s big swollen head was under my dick, which was hard by now. His hand rubbed both cocks together at the same time. I had never done that before. It was weird, but I liked it.

With all this thrusting into me, he was pushing me closer to the side of the bed.

It was no longer quiet, with moaning and grunting coming from Jack, as his dick massaged my junk from behind.

I didn’t hear Tony rise kneeling up from the floor, but he did, and laid his head on the bed. My PJ’s were down and my dick was rock hard directly in front of his face. Jack continued dry humping me from behind and Tony put my dick in his mouth.

I felt hot wetness covering my dick, balls and all with a slurping swipe. Tony was licking me with his tongue. Tony may have been a genuine twit, but a forward thinker after getting his instructions from Jack.

Tony would do about anything for that next 'cum' load. He took chances in the changing rooms and restrooms at school. He dated girls, fucked them (allegedly) and took his pleasure about any way he could; being completely subservient to Jack, and I don't know why.

Jack got him to do things that I never thought a big hunky wrestler would do! Of course, some of the butchest appearing jocks have their legs up like a speeding bullet. Wouldn’t you know – wouldn’t you just know it?

Now, Tony was licking my crotch and my eyes flew open. I felt a third hand (Tony’s hand) on my belly, one on my shoulder, another pushing my legs together to make it feel tighter.

Jack gritting his teeth grunted out a 'suck!' command and an extreme suction on my dick began. Tony became a sucking machine in seconds and I thought I was going to pee.

Jack said "now!" and I felt his body stiffen, his dick throb, as my dick started squirting and Tony's mouth went into collection mode! I don’t think a drop fell. Jack had shot off too and my balls were sticky wet. I rested on the bed.

Tony however kept going. He had both hands on my waist and pulled me into his mouth. His tongue was working my balls and under. I felt his fat tongue drilling between my legs and it tickled. There was enough light coming in the window to see he had a nice chunk of meat in his hand, stroking furiously, standing and leaning over, gave me a long kiss. Just lips, none of that tongue stuff that real queers do in a fit of passion.

I was young and learning and these two dudes were the straight jocks – “good grief, can you believe that? – yeah, RIGHT”

Tony shot off over my lower body, grunting with each squirt shooting on me like a cannon. I’m sure I remember it as more cum, than it really was, but it felt like a hot gloopy shower.

Yuck - I rolled onto my back and saw Jack propping his head up with one arm. He started to draw swirls in Tony’s cum that was sticky on my leg.

Then he lifted his sticky finger to my mouth! “Taste it.” He said

“Not me, I don’t want that stuff,” I complained to him

“It’s not stuff. It is love juice and nothing but protein. You want me to love you, don’t you?” He said very convincingly.

“You taste it,” I said

“Tony wants you to have it,” he replied

“I was banana crazy for Tony and if that was what he wanted, then I wanted it too. I licked the whitish cum off Jack’s finger but said – “No more.”

It was “then and there” - The long line started of the talented and lighthearted sexual games I had to play with my two fake admirers.

I learned to become a grade ‘A’ cocksucker and the more I swallowed the more I wanted. I was either their cocksucker or they were draining the young cum out of me, sometimes twice a day, my pants were down around my ankles.

We met a few times in a public restroom for sex. We met on the street, where Jack once he pulled me into an alley and kissed me; sucked me off and left before I could tackle him.

Jack was a predator and my first contact for everything. Kissing a boy, blowjob giving/receiving, sleepover and romantic crush; all happened with Jack. We never did anything anal.

Tony was oral with me and would have my balls and all in his mouth. He would swipe his tongue everywhere it could reach - but only if Jack told him to do so.

Tony lived to get off and he was dumping cum as much as several time a day. He always wanted a blowjob straddling my head to get his hairy balls licked. That glorious job, I could do forever. I loved his smell and his cum was really love juice.

Everything comes with problems. My problem is these two characters made a slut out of me. To this very day, sex is my life’s goal.

Time has moved on and after all these years, with all the lovers and all the hook ups, that have come and gone, I still remember everything.

I can honestly say that – “There’s a man in my life to blame for the type of a life I lead.” One never knows how things will turn out; but as creatures of habit, we follow what we have become used to.

“Sigh” – It is not the game, that bothers me; I have learned to live with that.

It is the players who trouble my very soul.

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Posted: 12/20/19