So Cal Summer 69

by Flip McHooter

Chapter 17

After scarfing down our pepperoni and black olive pizzas, we adjourned to the family room to watch a movie. Channel Nine usually had old black and white movies playing on Friday nights, and we were able to catch the last hour or so of The Invasion of the Body Snatchers. It was a B-movie that was filmed about a mile due east from us across the hill in the small town of Sierra Madre. It was a cheesy kind of movie and the acting really sucked, but it was cool to see some of the places and landmarks that we were familiar with.

Lisa and Jordy were cuddled up in my mom's favorite red chair and ottoman, and I was sitting on the end of the plaid couch with my feet up on some old Life magazines resting the coffee table. Sloan was snoring away underneath my legs chasing cats away in her dream, most likely. Lying next to me was Jake, sprawled out lengthwise on the couch, his head propped up on my lap with my arm over his chest. If Jordy saw us and thought it was weird, he didn't say anything.

We had been watching the movie for about a half-hour or so when I heard Jake start lightly snoring, and I looked over to see that Jordy had passed out too. Carefully sliding out from underneath Jake and replacing my lap with a fluffy chintz pillow, I stood, stretched and then scooped Jordy up in my arms. Jordy was getting heavy, and I probably wouldn't be able to do this much longer. He stirred a little bit but didn't put up much of a fight. Lisa gave me a smile and a wink as I carried him upstairs and put him underneath the sheet on his bed. It was warmer up here than downstairs, so he didn't need to be underneath all of the covers.

Still sleepy, he managed to open his eyes and tell me something that really caught me off guard.

"Ry," he yawned, and rolled over on his side, "I'm glad Jake and Lisa moved in next door. I like Lulu, and I really like Lisa, and she's teaching me some really neat stuff. And I like Jake too, even though he picks on me, and makes me mad sometimes. But most of all, I'm glad that he's your boyfriend. He makes you happy, and I like that."

"Oh yeah? Well, thanks, little man" I said, taken aback. "Do you understand what being boyfriends mean?"

"I think so. I had to ask Lisa for help to understand it. It's when you like a boy like you would like a girl."

I couldn't talk for a minute, and I had to pinch back a couple of tears, unusual for me. I was speechless from what the little man just said. I swear, sometimes I felt that Jordy was ten going on thirty.

After a minute, I finally said, "Well, Jordy, I'm glad they moved in too. I love them all, just like you do, and it seems to me like they are our long lost family. But you have to promise me something."

"What's that?"

"This is serious and really important. I need you to promise me that you will never, ever, tell anyone, even Mom and Dad, that Jake and I are boyfriends, okay? Or that you and Lisa play around."

"Yeah, I promise. Here, I pinky swear!" he said, holding up his little finger towards me. "Lisa already told me about that because what you guys do is private stuff, and it's nobody's business but yours. Just like when Lisa lets me touch her boobies. It's just for us, and nobody else, right?"

"Yeah, that's right, little man," I said, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

"She also made me understand that if you don't want to do something sexy you don't have to do it just because someone else wants you to. She also said you own your body and that there's no going back once you do something. That was a toughie, but I finally got it."

"You know, for a little kid, you're pretty damn smart. Sometimes I think that you and I are lucky because we don't fight very much and we're more like best friends than brothers. Look at Chris and Enzo. Chris is a groovy kid, but Enzo seems like a total wiener. I'm glad that we have a special relationship and I promise that I will always be there for you, no matter what. Always and forever, okay? I love you, little man."

"I love you too, Ry." Then, quiet for a minute and looking like he was deep in thought, Jordy said, "Hey Ryan? Don't be too hard on Enzo. He's okay. He just has some problems 'cause his parents are so nutty. Chris told me about him, but he made me promise not to tell."

"Okay. Well, if you won't tell me about him then, I guess I'll just try and be nicer to him. How's that sound?"

"That sounds good, Ryan. Maybe you can help him somehow."

"All right. I'll try and work on that. Now go to sleep and have happy dreams."

"Okay. Can I still work out with you guys tomorrow? I need to get strong so I can protect my new friends."

"Absolutely. First thing in the morning after we fix the lawn across the street. Sleep tight," I said, as I leaned down and gave Jordy a loud, sloppy kiss on his forehead.

I turned on his Eeyore night light and then shut off the overhead light and closed the door, leaving it cracked open just a little bit. I stopped in the hall outside his door for a second to wipe away the tears that were threatening to run down my face. My emotions are going from happiness for Jake and me, to sadness for Chris and Enzo and wondered if there wasn't more to that story. I also was building anger towards Ace and the way he had treated his family, and pity for the homeless vet that we saw downtown today. Suddenly I had a lot on my plate, and I wasn't quite sure how to handle it all.

I took my time walking down the stairs, and when I reached the living room, I wasn't quite sure what to do. Lisa picked up on my mood right away though, and since Jake was still snoring away on the couch, she got up, grabbed my hand and pulled me into the kitchen.

"What's wrong, sweetie? You look like you just got run over by a funeral procession for an aged orangutan."

"Yeah, I kind of feel that way."

"Want another beer while we talk about it? I promise no more monkey jokes."

"No, I'm good. Is Jake asleep?

"Yeah. He's lights out. Whatever you guys are doing is sure wearing him out. But in a good way, you know? It's not really my place, and I shouldn't say this, but you know he loves you, right?" she said, getting comfortable on a kitchen stool. "You and I talked about that before, but he told me yesterday, and just so you know, it's going to take him a while before he tells you that, so be patient. Our parents were never very affectionate, and it made a mark on him, and I guess me too. I think that you're going to change him. All for the better, of course. Now, what's bugging you?"

"Well, all of a sudden a lot of shit is happening, and I'm not sure what to do." Against my better judgment, I changed my mind and opened up the refrigerator and took out the last of my dad's cold beers.

Cracking it open, I started to tell Lisa what was on my mind.

"Lisa, I love Jake more than anything. I would do anything for him, anything! It's so weird because a month ago I would have never, ever, have thought that something like this would happen to me. I love him so much it feels like it hurts. We must be like blood brothers or something, I don't know..." I trailed off.

"But that's not what is really bugging me. Jordy just told me that Chris's parents are weird and it reminded me of how your dad is. I guess I'm worried about the shit that's been going on with your dad and what happened at the porno theater. Something else is on my mind, and I guess I should tell you about it."

"What is it, sweetie?"

"Earlier when Enzo was taking Chris home, I let them out the front door, and I saw a guy sitting in a car down the street scoping out the neighborhood. He looked out of place because he was in a suit and tie and sitting on the passenger side of the car smoking a cigarette. I thought that was weird, especially since it was so hot outside. But then when you guys were picking up the trash I asked Mrs. Jacobson if she had seen it and she told me she saw the car too. So, I guess I'm wondering if somebody maybe broke the brakes on the microbus on purpose so we would crash."

"Okay. Well, that's a lot. So, let's break this down. Taken together it does seem overwhelming. First, while my dad is a prick, I don't think that you have to worry about Jake and me. We've had to live through his shit for a long time now, and I don't believe he'd ever do anything to hurt the three of us. I really don't think he'd bust our brakes. Yes, he's pissed because we moved and that Mom is getting on with her life, which doesn't include him. But he's not evil, at least I don't think so.

"As for Chris and his family, maybe you should talk with Enzo. It's possible he just needs a good friend. You and Jordy are fortunate. Wiley and LuAnn have their act together and seem like great parents. But you know, fucked-up families can be hard to deal with. At our old place we had a family downstairs that was going through something. The neighbors would call the cops when they heard them fighting, but they couldn't do anything since the family would only deny it because they were so embarrassed. Plus, they were super religious and had to do everything the husband said. Finally, after taking all she could, the wife stuck a steak knife into the guy's stomach, ripped his guts out and then told the cops that he fell on it while she was cooking dinner. Sometimes you have to take actions into your own hands."

"Oh wow, that's gruesome! But I guess I can see what you mean. You just have to be strong and take control of the situation as best as you can to protect your family and friends."

"Exactly. You can feel sorry for them and emphasize with them, but in the end, we're all responsible for our own actions. That's a lesson I learned long ago and why me and Jake took all of those pictures of me screwing the football team. I refuse to be a victim, and I won't allow anyone to control or take advantage of me. That's just how I am. I'm happy, I like sex, and fuck you if you don't like it. That's just the way it is."

"Right on, big sister. And you're right, I will talk to Enzo. We can be there as a friend, but most shit is out of our control unless they ask for help. And speaking of sex, I have a question. Let me go check on Jake and make sure he is still asleep. I want to ask you something about that, but I don't want him to hear us talking about it."

I got up and tiptoed into the family room to take a quick look. Jake had rolled over and was sleeping on his side, curled up in a ball, while Sloan had taken over the chair Lisa was just sitting in. I took the antique quilt that my mom had got at the flea market down at the Rose Bowl and draped it over him, then quietly walked back into the kitchen. Lisa had grabbed my beer and was just finishing it off.

"Lisa, you told us that we could ask you anything about sex and that you'd give us the straight-up dope if you knew the answer, right?"

"Yeah, that's right. What do you want to know?" she said, dropping the empty bottle into the trash can.

"Well, Jake and I do a lot of sexy stuff, and it's all really, really good, and I like it a lot. But seriously, when we went to the porno theater, and we saw those two guys buttfucking in the back of the truck it made me think. At first, it looked hot, but then it looked like it was just sex and that maybe it kinda hurt. I want to make love with Jake, and I kinda want to do the butt stuff with him, but I have all of these weird emotions. I don't want to hurt him, of course, but I want to make that connection with him too, you know? And it just seems like having him inside of me or me inside of him is like the ultimate expression of love. Does that make sense?"

"Oh, pussycat. If only I could make a carbon-copy of you! You are the sweetest guy that I have ever known. You are this macho swimmer guy, cute and handsome, but you have a heart of gold and emotions to match. I am so happy that Jake met you. I know that you'll never hurt him.

"Okay. So let's see," Lisa continued. "I can only tell you what I know and share from what my experiences are. I learned to have sex up my butt from my girlfriend when I was fourteen. Put your eyes back in your head, dummy! She didn't do it to me, but she told me it was a way to have sex with guys so you wouldn't get pregnant. Some girls get off on it, but it's better for guys because a hard cock or a finger up your backside can stimulate your prostate. Girls don't have that part. You know what that is, right?"

"I think so. It's like a lumpy ball up your ass that makes sperm or something, and when you stimulate it, it makes a guy go crazy, right?"

"Exactly, that's it. Most guys don't get it, and when you play with their ass, they freak out. But when I'd blow a guy, and he'd take forever to cum, I'd stick my finger up his ass, finger his prostate and in like thirty seconds he'd blow. Then he'd thank me for the best hoover he'd ever had," she said laughing. "If you guys haven't done that yet, maybe you should start there."

"Yeah, we sorta just stumbled on that one a few days ago."

"Good! Okay, secondly, you can't just ram your dick up someone's butt. It doesn't work like a pussy does. The first thing you have to do, and this sounds nasty, is to take a dump to make sure that your butt is empty. If you can, wash it out with a douche or an enema. I know, don't look at me like that! It takes the spin off the whole thing. But trust me, this is something you'll want to do."

"Okay, so let's say, just for illustration, that Jake's going to fuck me. I have to give myself an enema first? That's not very sexy."

"I know it isn't. But believe me, you don't want to have surprises up there if you understand me. Be a good boy scout and be prepared."

"So, okay, what's next? Man, this is freakin' complicated."

"Once you finished that you can start by getting some lotion and having, well, hold on. For the sake of this example, like we said, Jake is going to fuck you. Jake would slick his finger up with the lotion and then slide it up your ass and then slowly, starts fingering you, making you relax back there. Once you're comfortable with that, then he'd stick in two fingers. By that time, you're either going crazy with lust, or this just isn't your bag, and it's okay to stop. Or maybe you need to change positions and try it again a different way. Just remember to go slow. That's the ticket. Maybe mellow out with a toke of some ganja first. Anyway, after you get used to two fingers, you try three. Well, you want the real truth here?"

"Yep. We've gone this far so let's go all the way," I said, giggling at the weird irony.

"All right. Well, if Jake is going to fuck you, two fingers are plenty. His dick is long and skinny. But you'll have to loosen him up with three of your fingers because your boner is fatter."

"I can't believe that we're sitting here in my kitchen talking about our boners like this. This is so fucking trippy. But I'm learning a lot, so go ahead."

"Next, he slops on lots of lotion on his dick and slowly, and I mean slowly, pushes it in your butt. I'm not going to kid you and tell you that it doesn't hurt at first. But if you relax, it starts to feel real good. Really good! Sometimes it helps if you push out like you're trying to poop."

"All right, then what?"

"Well, then he fucks you. Hard or soft or fast or slow. Up or down or all around. Whatever feels good for both of you. As you get used to it, his cock can go in deeper, and I guess that's when it stimulates your prostate. For the guy doing the fucking, it feels good for him too because a butthole is so tight. At least that's what the few guys told me after I let them do it to me. And not that this really makes any difference to you guys, but just so you know, if you fuck a girl up the butt you can't turn around and fuck her in her pussy. You have to clean off your dick first because she can get an infection. I guess in your case you'd want to make sure the guy's dick is clean if you're going to suck on it after he fucks you. Get it?"

"Yeah, I think so. Maybe we'll wait awhile. This seems more, I don't know, kinda involved, maybe. Complicated."

"Nah, you just have to think about it first and be ready. Hey, I've got an idea. I have to go to the drugstore soon because my Aunt Flo is coming up next week. I'll get you guys a douchey thingy and some lotion that's good for sex. How's that?"

"You'd do that for us? Thanks, Lisa. You're the best non-sister I have."

"Well, it's not like you or Jake are going to walk into the drugstore and tell the old lady behind the counter that you need something to clean out your asshole because you want to sit on your boyfriend's dick and ride it all night long, and what does she recommend?"

"Yeah, you're right," I said laughing. "That would be crazy."

"And I'll do something else for you guys. I'll let you borrow my vibrator. You can use it on each other first instead of fucking to see how it feels before you do the big deed. It's small, so it won't hurt much going in. Just keep it clean and don't get carried away and lose it up there. You know, wash it off if after you do him and then he does you. Actually, now that I think about it, you guys can keep it. I'll just get another one. I've wanted to get a bigger one anyway, one with more torque. Just make sure you keep it hidden, like out in the treehouse or someplace safe, okay? Wouldn't want your folks to stumble upon it."

"No shit. Mom would completely freak out. Thanks again. Lisa, you've made me feel so much better. I wish you really were my big sister."

"Same here. I already think of you as another brother."

Our little love fest was interrupted when we heard the station wagon pull up in the driveway, followed by my dad in the Camaro. Lisa and I went out the back door and down the walk to meet them. I was surprised to see Lulu get out of the driver's seat and go around and help my mom get out. Apparently, my mom had a few too many and was sorta tipsy. That was really strange, though, because I had never seen her that way and she never drank that much before. I was glad that I put Jordy to bed so early. It would probably scare him to see her like this.

"Oooh Ryan, hi baby, and Lisa honey-bunny, heloooo," my mom mumbled as she stumbled out of the car. "Lulu, go run and git your gee-tar. Lesh shing some of those Hair shlowtune shongs!"

My dad came up the steps, and together, we got mom inside the house.

"Hi, guys. Your mother had a little too much fun tonight. I'm going to take her upstairs and put her to bed. I'll be back down in a moment."

He put his arm around her waist and guided her out of the kitchen and into the family room, then on towards the stairs. But then a second or two later we heard her shout, "Jakey-Jakey! Wakey-wakey! You're mishin' the party!"

"C'mon, honey, leave the poor boy alone. Let's go upstairs."

"Lulu, what's going on? I've never seen her drunk before. I saw my Dad one time like that at a cousin's wedding, but never my mom. Is she all right?" I said, starting to worry.

"Hey, what's wrong with your mom?" Jake said, walking into the kitchen rubbing his eyes before Lulu could answer my question. "She just woke me up and told me to get to the party. Is she wasted?"

"She'll be fine, kids. She just had a couple too many drinks and forgot that she had taken a Valium or two earlier. You can't mix those two things up. She certainly was the life of the party, though, I'll tell you that."

"I'm afraid to ask. What did she do?"

"Well, your mom is quite a singer, did you know that? We were having a nice dinner at Palermo's. There were about twelve of us, and we were in a little side room all to ourselves, thankfully. At first, everything was fine, but by dessert, she had finished off a couple glasses of Chianti and then presto, she became the life of the party. Apparently, she thinks she can speak Italian pretty well too, because she started singing a song all in Italian along with the waiter and a busboy," Lulu said giggling. "I'm pretty sure she won't remember any of this tomorrow, and that's probably a good thing."

"Oh, wow," I said. "That must have been funny."

"Actually it was, but you know, sometimes I think your mom needs to let her hair down once in a while and let loose. It's a lot of work taking care of a big house like this, plus all of us too. I think we need to make sure she knows how much we appreciate her. I know I do. She's been great to us since we moved in next door."

"I know that sometimes she gets all funny like and emotional, and she takes one of those pills and then she's fine. But I've never seen her like that before." I said.

"I put her to bed, and thankfully she fell right to sleep," my dad said, walking into the kitchen, looking at Lulu and grinning. "That was some evening, wasn't it?"

"It sure was. I was just telling the kids how you can't mix alcohol and drugs," Lulu said.

"No kidding, you just can't do that. I didn't know she had taken one of those pills. If I had known I would have cut her off. Oh, well. It could have been much worse. What have you kids been up to?"

The three of us looked around in silence to see which one of us was going to spill first. Since I guess Lisa and Jake didn't like answering to their dad, I stepped out of the dugout and onto the plate.

"We had a little problem with Lulu's microbus."

"What kind of problem?" Lulu and my dad asked at almost the same time, looking at the three of us one by one.

"See, we decided to go down to Mike's to get some burgers, because we didn't want Pizza Man again. But when Lisa backed out of the driveway, the brakes didn't work, and we ended up on the Jacobson's front lawn."

"Oh my gosh! Was anybody hurt? Where's Jordan?" Dad asked.

"We're all fine, and Jordy's asleep. I put him to bed because he fell asleep on the couch. The thing is, we weren't going more than a few miles an hour, so we only ran up the curb and stopped on the lawn. Both of the Jacobson's came out, and everything's okay. I told Mr. Jacobson that us three guys would come over tomorrow and fix the lawn with some of your compost that you have in the backyard. Is that okay, Dad?"

"Sure, Ry. That's a nice thing to do. I'll pitch in myself. Are you sure that everybody's all right? Lisa, has anything ever happened like this before?"

"No, we're okay. Like Ryan said, we weren't going very fast. I'm just glad we missed her flowers. I think she would have gone crazy if I had mowed them down."

"Oh, sweetie," Lulu said. "I'm sorry that happened. But thank the Goddess above that it didn't happen going down the hill! But how could this have happened? I just had the VW serviced."

"Mr. Jacobson pointed out some oil or something on the driveway and was running across the street. He said it looked to him like we broke a brake line or something," Jake said.

"That generally doesn't happen that way. Did you stomp on the brake pedal when you started backing out? You know, like really hard if you had to slam on your brakes in an emergency stop?"

"No. I just put my foot on the brake like I usually do before I put it into gear. When I tried to stop, the brake pedal went all the way to the floor," Lisa said. "It all happened so fast, and when I tried to pull the parking brake, it didn't work either. It just came right out easily like it wasn't even connected anymore."

"Lisa, you did well. You did everything that you're supposed to do. Nobody got hurt, and that's the main thing. You kept calm and did the best you could. I'm sure that Mrs. Kravitz, oops, I mean Mrs. Jacobson, is going to tell us all about it tomorrow. Looks like I've got a busy day lined up tomorrow. Fix a lawn, make some room in the garage, and teach two long-haired hippie boys how to drive. I should just go into the office!"

"C'mon Dad, it won't be that bad. We'll do most of the work, and you can supervise, just like you do at work," I said laughing.

"All right, all right. Tell you what. It's getting late. Lulu, why don't you and Lisa stay here again tonight? I want to look at your bus before you have it towed to the garage tomorrow. Ryan? You guys sleeping out in the pool house?"

"Yeah, Dad. Actually, can we go back to sleeping in the treehouse?"

"You haven't seen or heard anything strange out there, have you?"

"No, Dad. It's been quiet."

"Okay, but just don't stay up all night. We've got a busy day tomorrow, all right?"

"Sure Dad, we won't. I guess we'll head out, then. Good night everybody."

"Good night boys. Don't forget to take Sloan."

I whistled for Sloan, and she came running from somewhere. Sometimes I think she can turn invisible like the Uncle on My Favorite Martian. The three of us headed out to the pool house, and as Jake and I rounded the pool, he started laughing.

"What's so funny?

"Your mom. She scared the crap out of me when I was sleeping. I must have jumped ten feet. And then she told me I was missing the party! Does she get like that often?"

"No," I said giggling. "That was pretty funny, wasn't it? I don't think I've ever seen her drunk before. Even though I drink a beer once in a while, I like getting high better because you're more in control. Unless you smoke like a whole bunch. But a hit or two just makes 'ya tingly, kind of how you make me, shilly boy. Let's get to that party!"

Sloan finished taking a wiz, and the three of us headed into the pool house. I locked the sliding glass door behind me and shut the drapes.

"So what's on the agenda, hippie boy?" Jake asked.

"I thought we'd call the Jacobson's and see if they want to come over and get naked with us. I think she has the hot's for yer cock!"

"Ewww. That's a disgusting thought. But you know, now that I think about it, I got the impression that Mr. Jacobson wanted to put his scraggly, gray-haired wrinkly old dick in your mouth. The problem is, he's so old it would take him about two days to shoot his wad, and then he'd probably fall asleep and start pissin' in your mouth."

"Okay. Stop right there. Any more talk like that, and neither one of us will want to do anything," I said laughing. "Let's get high and then take a shower. I think I know what I want to do to you, but it's a surprise, and we'll do it up in the treehouse."

"Oooh, that sounds interesting. You always surprise me. Is the stash box still out here from this afternoon when we played Judge?"

"Yeah, I hid it on the top shelf behind those board games over there. I need to make sure that I keep the box hidden out in the treehouse. I wouldn't want Jordy, or worse, my mom or dad to find it."

"You ever wonder if your parents got stoned?" Jake asked.

"Not my mom, I'm sure of it," I said. "But yeah, I bet my dad has tried it before. Probably in the Army. But still, he doesn't need to know about this."

"I'm sure Lulu has smoked it before. I'm pretty sure that I've smelled it on her before, and one time she made a comment to Lisa about her room smelling like pot. I think she asked Lisa if she spilled a bong on the floor."

"That's funny. I could see your mom getting high. God only knows what would happen if my mom toked out," I said. Both of us cracked up at the thought of that.

He fished out the stash box while I turned the stereo on medium-low so that if we made any noise, the music would drown it out, but not loud enough to attract attention. Some song was playing that I didn't recognize, but later after we had smoked a couple of hits, Marvin Gaye came on singing I Heard It Through The Grapevine. I'm pretty sure that he was one of the sexiest singers ever recorded. And this song had such a groovy beat that I turned it up a little bit louder and then started to sing along with the backup singers, grinding my ass around for Jake's benefit.

Apparently, he loved this song too, because Jake jumped up and grabbed me by the hips, dancing around and grinding his crotch into mine. Then, while we were moving all around and singing, he started to take off his shirt all striptease style! I was lovin' it. Once he got it off, he swung it around and then let it go flying. Then I did the same thing for him. For a couple of hippie white kids, we were grooving pretty good too this funky music!

Unfortunately, the next song that the radio station played was In The Year 2525, a stupid song that had just came out that we both hated. I turned the radio back down and then told Jake, "Let's get naked and get in the shower. I'm all horned up. And you owe me from this morning, Bucky-Boy."

"Roger that, Ry-Ry."

We stripped out of our sweatpants and climbed in the shower, and this time I was in front. I was being selfish, and I wanted to get off. I turned on the water and gave Jake the soap.

"Lather me up, boy, and do a good job!"

"Yes, sir!"

Jake started soaping me up while I stuck my head under the spray. It sure felt good having strong hands rub you all over. Jake started on my neck and worked his way down my shoulders. I almost melted when he started kneading my lower back muscles with his thumbs. Then he went on to my butt, and roamed around my crack a little bit, being sure to run his finger around my exit hole, teasing me. Next, he got down on his knees, still behind me, and started rubbing his strong paws up and down my firm legs. Oh man, that felt so good. Finishing up, he told me to turn around. When I did, my hard dick slapped him in the face since he was still on his knees. That made us both bust up uncontrollably.

He got up, but before he did anything else, he wrapped his muscular arms around me and gave me a big, sloppy wet kiss, jamming his tongue all around inside my mouth. It was so sexy I almost passed out.

"Time for more of that later. I've got work to do here. You stink!" he said seriously. He lathered up his hands, and then ordered, "Put your arms up."

Jake leaned in and took a sniff in my left pit. "Just as I thought. Ripe, like a garbage can. I better taste it to make sure. Humm, salty, yet sweet. Let's check the other one." I started giggling when he ran his tongue up and down my lightly haired armpit. I wish I were hairier like Jake was.

"Sailor, did I say you could laugh?"

"No, captain."

"Cleaning you up is serious business. Your stench is so strong it's like opening a can of sardines. Smell like that could tip off the enemy. You sure you haven't been muff diving today?" When he asked this he had to look away from me to keep from laughing. Okay, I thought, I can play along with this.

"No, Sir! No muff diving for me, sir."

"That's good, sailor. Can't be too careful. You never know what you'll find down there."

"Yes, sir."

"Did I ask you a question, sailor?"

"No, sir."

"Remember, it can be dangerous muff diving, so always use the buddy system. Sometimes it's difficult to run when you're on your knees." This time he almost entirely lost it.

"Thank you, sir. I will, sir."

My arms were still up in the air, so he soaped up my pits with both of his hands and rubbed them all around. It was such a sexy thing to stand there with my arms in the air while my good buddy soaped up both of my pits. My hard cock throbbed and bobbed with pleasure.

"Put your arms down. What are these?"

"Nipples, sir."

"No, sailor, WAVES have nipples, sailors have man tits. However, these look like boy tits to me. I better suck on them to make sure."

"Please, sir!" I said as he attached his lips to my brown nipple and started to suck like a barnacle attached to my hull. After a minute, he began to suck on the other one.

Releasing me, he said, "I better soap these little oysters up. No pearls in there, I'm afraid."

"Yes, sir. I mean, no sir, no pearls."

He swirled all around my chest with his soapy hands while I stood there in front of him at full attention, the shower spray running down my back and off my butt cheeks.

After he cleaned my chest and pinched my nipples a few times, he said, "At ease, sailor."

"Thank you, sir," I said as I clasped my hands behind my back and widened my stance.

"What is this? A tiny submarine or a crooked periscope?"

"No sir, it's my boner."

"Looks more like a turkey bone to me, with quite a bit of meat left on it."

"Yes sir," I said, starting to giggle again.

"Got any cheese under there to go with it?"

"No, sir! I keep my boner ship-shape by swabbing the deck."

"That's a good sailor. But, I better see for myself."

Jake got down on his knees in front of me and started to inspect my foreskin, sliding it back and forth over my sensitive head, soaping it up, so it slid back and forth real easy. If he kept that up much longer, I was gonna shoot all over his face. I was a total horndog tonight.

After jerking my hard dick for a minute more, he pushed me back under the spray so the water would rinse the soap off my body. Once I was good and clean, he said, "Looks like I'm going to have to try this turkey bone for myself to see how it tastes."

"Yes sir, please taste it."

Jake wet his lips and started licking around the shiny head at first. Oh man, his hot tongue on my hard dick felt so amazing. I leaned back, closed my eyes and started breathing heavy through my mouth.

Sucking around the tip of my cock some more, he finally let go and looked up at me and said, "I better put this torpedo back in its bay."

"Yes sir, please take it home."

Sucking deeper now, he grabbed my swollen member by the base and held it steady. He aimed the torpedo and opened up the launch bay. In she went, almost two-thirds of the way this time. Jake was getting good at this and man, did my cock feel good inside his hot mouth! I couldn't help myself and started rocking back and forth, rubbing my hard boner in and out of his open mouth.

With his free hand, he began fondling my two buoys, while still sliding my torpedo into the bay. Oh man, the torpedo almost went all the way in that time! That was so freakin' hot. I shoved some more, and he opened up his mouth wider, and I was able to really start rocking fore and aft. Finally, my balls had tightened up, and I couldn't take much more.

"Sir? Permission to launch torpedo, sir?"

"Plemshion gwantd," is what I think he said, kinda hard to understand when you talk with a mouthful of hard teen meat.

"Thank you, sir. I'm about ready to launch."

I was really giving it to him this time, and except for a couple of gags, he was taking it down pretty well. I stood up on my toes, grabbed onto the back of his head to hold myself up and started pumping for real now. I couldn't take it anymore, and I began to flood his torpedo bay with my seaman juice. The first two hard squirts were tough for him, and some ran down his chin, but being the captain, he was good at gobbling up the rest. After I had finished shooting, and he had sucked out the last remaining drops, I asked if I could be relieved of duty.

"Permission granted, sailor. Job well done."

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