Date: Sat, 07 Jun 2003 01:08:55 -0400 From: Scott Westwood <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: The Road Less Traveled- Chapter 1- Beginnings WARNING: This story contains sexual acts between boys. If this is not to your tastes, and/or is illegal in your area please do not read any further. The story is copyrighted. Please do not distribute it to any newsgroups and/or web-sites without permission from the author. You may, however, send it to your friends in any form you wish, as long as no changes are made to this file. This series of stories is true to the best of my recollection. The events actually happened but some of the names and other identifying information have been changed to protect the privacy of those involved. Constructive comments and suggestions are appreciated. Flames will be cheerfully (and totally) ignored. THE SERIES PROLOGUE Most of us have gone through it. For some it is relatively easy. For others difficult. And for many, traumatic. I'm talking about the discovery and acceptance of our sexuality. This includes orientation, desires and tastes. After years of struggling and suppressing, I finally accepted the fact that being gay was NOT a matter of choice. This of course flew in the face of what SO many people would have me believe and so I kept that side of myself carefully hidden. I never had the courage to be completely "out" and probably never will, at least until my parents have passed on. On the surface, I tried hard to play the "hetero" role. But behind the scenes, sex play was invariably with other guys. Though I know now that my orientation was not a matter of choice or circumstances, I maintain that my particular tastes and desires were, in fact, molded somewhat by a number of events that happened during my youth. This series is an attempt to capture as many of those events as possible. To see just how it was that I ended up on the "Road Less Traveled." The Road Less Traveled (True, BB, B/b. bb, spanking, oral, cbt, bd, sm, initiation) Chapter 1- Beginnings When I was 8 years old I was one good looking little boy. Everybody around thought I was cute. Despite the fact that I was really not very athletic (normally an important qualifier for friendship among boys), I did have a lot of friends. This was probably due in large measure to the combination of good looks, intelligence and creativity. Sports were important, but so were the long list of games I was always able to come up with. You know the type of games that are important to young boys- war games, cowboys & Indians, cops and robbers, hide & seek variations of all sorts, and eventually some very "special" games that always seemed to require secrecy and oaths and all that. Though I was typically not the "leader" in a constantly shifting circle of friends, I was always the guy who was called on to organize things. To make the rules, and of course to settle disagreements. I didn't seek this role out, it just always happened. Before continuing, I guess I should clarify just how cute I was. My hair was light brown, not blond like I wanted it to be, just a sort of sandy color, which did, however take on blond overtones in the summer. My eyes were slate blue and I had just a touch of freckles on my nose and a natural blush in my cheeks. As for my body, well it was slender. I had a well formed chest (not muscular though), a tight little butt that everyone seemed to like to pat, and a narrow waist. It seemed I had somehow completely missed the baby fat stage of my life. As best as I can remember, the evolution of the "special" games began when I was 8. We lived in the typical America suburban neighborhood of the times. There was an assortment of house types that included twins (I think that's what they were called). They were the type of house that had two sides, with a different family living in each half. There were also a lot of ranch houses and split levels. There were sidewalks and park areas scattered around, as well as a fair amount of open fields, wooded areas and corn fields... lots of corn fields. And no it was not in Kansas or Nebraska. We lived in a twin. The other family was nice. They had two sons, both older than me. Though we sometimes played we were never really very close. The house on the other side was different though. Ahhh, yes, that was where Skippy Greyer lived. Skippy was my age. He had two older brothers who were 10 and 12. All three were almost always involved in the various war games we played for hours and hours during the summer. Skippy's parents never seemed to be around much and mine never seemed all that concerned with what I was doing. Couple that with the fact that Skippy's family had a large camper trailer parked in their back yard that we used as a clubhouse, and you have the makings of some fun times. The trailer in question was a solid one. It was not one of those fold up and out types. It had a solid lockable door, two deep bunk beds, a lockable closet and a small sink. Oh yes, there was only one small window that was covered with a thick curtain. One rainy day, found the four of inside the trailer playing Monopoly. We had been playing for hours and were at the end. Since it was clear who was going to win, we agreed to end the game and play something else. Well of course we couldn't agree on what to play. It had been raining for several days in a row and we had pretty much exhausted our inventory of games. Skippy's oldest brother Butch, asked if we wanted to play poker. Mikey agreed, but Skippy and I didn't know how to play. So Butch and Mikey proceeded to teach us. They passed out a bunch of colored poker chips and went through the rules. Then we started to play. At this point, you probably think you know where this is going, and you are right, but not in exactly the manner you might think. We played for about an hour. During that entire time, I think Skippy and I won a total of about three hands. So we were starting to get bored. Butch and Mikey seemed to be getting just as bored at the lack of challenge. As you might guess, the primary reason we lost so many hands was the simple fact we were so new to it. We frequently missed opportunities by not holding the right cards, and neither of us was any good at bluffing either. Eventually Butch suggested we play a different way. He suggested we try playing strip poker. Now believe it or not, Skippy and I had no idea what that was, but it didn't take us long to figure it out. Well Skippy got pissed. He said it wouldn't be fair cause he and I would lose all the time. So we would be the ones getting naked. The prospect did not seem to bother Butch and Mikey at all and they immediately proceeded to challenge the two of us with the usual series of taunts. "What's the matter, you guys chicken?" Of course, both of us refuted the claim. Butch thought for a moment then looked at us, and said, "Okay prove it. We won't play strip poker cause you just learned the game. How about we play some other kind of strip game? " Skippy looked excited. I think he really wanted a chance to see his two older brothers naked, which of course, I did too. After all we were both eight and starting to feel "things." In my case though, there was something else. I would like to see Mikey, Butch, and Skippy naked. But, I wanted more than that. There was a budding jealousy inside me. The three were natural athletes. They were really good at every sport they played. I, on the other hand sucked. Though I played the games with reckless abandon, I always seemed to miss the big catch, or strike out. My mind was already racing ahead of just seeing them naked. I wanted to make them do things while they were naked. Being able to do that would somehow make up for my lack of skill in your typical boy areas. Little did I know, they would soon be putty in my hands, along with so many other guys from all over the neighborhood during the next ten years. The "jockier" a guy was, the easier it seemed to get him to do all types of things. Find a guy with a great deal of pride in his body and athletic prowess, add a dose of sexual curiosity and desire, and then throw in some type of challenge, and BLAM, they are meat on the table. "Another type of strip game?" I thought. The three looked at me expectantly. After all, I was the guy who seemed to create endless other war and chase games. Why not a strip game? And as luck would have it, the two older boys did not know any other strip games. I thought for a moment, then suggested we use the dice from the Monopoly game. They agreed and waited expectantly as I somehow created the rules on the fly. Like I said, I was good at it. So this is how it went. Each of us would take turns rolling the dice. If you rolled a 7 or an 11, you had to take off a piece of clothing. Doubles meant you rolled again. Two doubles in a row and you lost a piece of clothing. The first person who was naked was the loser. He would have to stand up and let us all see him naked. They all seemed pretty satisfied with that. And so we played. In those early days, we had not set the familiar shoes and sock rules, so socks and shoes came off one at a time. As luck would have it, I was lost the first game and found my self standing naked in front of the other three. They made me turn around several times and feasted on my nakedness. Remember, I was a really cute kid. I also learned a new word that day. As I displayed myself, Butch laughed and said I had a "boner." I had no idea what that was, but quickly accepted the fact that I had one. As soon as they were done eyeing me. We all got dressed and started another round. And so it went. We played on until dinner time. By the time we were done we had a chance to see each other naked several times. What's more, we got to see each other with boners. Seeing 12 year old Butch naked was the real treat for me. He had a great body and was already showing some nice lean muscles across his chest and stomach. He already had a small patch of pubic hair and a great penis. He face was lean with a chiseled look to it, and was topped off with dark hair that was parted in the middle. Unfortunately the Greyer family went to the drive-in movies that night, so we didn't have a chance to play any more that night. That did not stop my mind though. Yes the creative game juices were flowing and by the time I was ready for bed, I had come up with the first key variation of our strip game. The next morning, the sun came out and it was a beautiful day. I was disappointed though. I hoped we would be "stuck " in the trailer on another rainy day. Skippy came over about mid morning to see what I wanted to do. His brothers were in the back yard playing catch. The two of us sat in my room for a bit considering our options. I recall this particular conversation fairly well. Not the specifics, just the general flow. We kicked around a bunch of ideas... building a fort... still to wet... war... nahhh, we've been playing a lot of that... kick ball... the grass is still real wet... capture the flag... better at night... and on and on. Finally Skippy asked about a "trailer" game. So it was that we came up with our "code" word. We both immediately knew what it meant. And so without further discussion we were off to the trailer. Before we left though, I grabbed the old cigar box from my secret place and tucked it under my arm. As I said, I got creative the night before. When Butch and Mikey saw us heading for the trailer, they stopped playing catch and ran over. They were anxious to know what we were up to. Skippy told them we were just gonna play inside the trailer. They seemed torn for just a minute then asked if they could play too. Skippy seemed surprised. His two older brothers loved throwing the ball around, and it was after all a nice day. The fact that these two jock boys were more interested in "trailer" games than sports, did not escape my attention and I filed that away in my memory. Next thing you know the four of us were inside the trailer with the door locked and the curtains checked for security. We all had the same thing on our minds and it wasn't Monopoly! Butch got out the dice and the four of us sat in a circle. The brothers seemed content to play exactly like the day before. However, I must have sensed the necessity of expanding the challenge of game to keep them hooked. So I asked if they wanted to make the game even more interesting. DUH! Of course they did. So I then explained the new rules. When a guy lost he would have to show everyone his body like before. When he was done, he would have to take a slip of paper from the cigar box and do whatever was on it... no matter what! The three asked what kind of things were on the slips of paper. I said that was part of the fun, not knowing. And they could add some stuff to the box if they wanted. We talked about it just a little, then they decided to go ahead and play. They could add some stuff later for the next time we played. HOOK! They already knew that we would be playing again! So we played. With each roll of the dice, the excitement increased. The brothers could not wait to see someone lose. And of course draw a penalty from the mysterious box. We were rapidly reaching the penalty phase. Skippy and Butch were in their briefs (we all wore those tighty whities back then). I had my shorts and briefs on, and Mikey was still in his shirt and pants. By the way, Mikey looked a lot like his older brother. He had the same dark hair, dark eyes and lean face, and a body that seemed destined to develop into that of a gymnast. Skippy, on the other hand was more of the runt. He was quite skinny. You could see his ribs. He also was a testament to recessive genes. In fact he was frequently the butt of the old "mix up at the hospital jokes." In stark contrast to his older brothers, Skippy had the brightest and most beautiful head of bright blond hair you could imagine. His eyes were a bright blue, and he had the cutest dimple on his freckled cheeks. If it wasn't for the fact he was so skinny, he could have been the poster child for the Aryan Youth Society. It was now Skippy's turn to role the dice. He rolled a seven. Off went his briefs. Then he stood up, placed his hands behind his head and began to slowly turn around so we all had a chance to see his body. Unlike the day before, we only had Skippy make one turn. We were all anxious to see what his penalty would be. Skippy drew a slip of paper from the box, and read it to himself. As he did he frowned and started to turn red. "No way!" Skippy shouted. His older brothers laughed and said, "Oh yes way! You agreed, and a deal is a deal. If you don't do your penalty you're a chicken and we might have to beat you up." The two seemed really excited now. "Read it aloud," Butch demanded. Skippy blushed and read the slip of paper, "Roll the dice, and then kiss the person on your left's cock that many times." Butch smiled. He was sitting on Skippy's left so he quickly picked up the dice and handed them to Skippy. "ROLL!" he commanded. Skippy looked around, the reluctantly grabbed the dice and rolled. We laughed when he got a ten. Butch quickly pulled his briefs down and motioned his younger brother over to him. Skippy offered only token resistance as he knelt and leaned towards his older brother's groin. Butch was of course boned by now and was smiling. Skippy made his first quick kiss on the end of Butch's cock. Then, apparently deciding that it wasn't that bad, proceeded to deliver the remaining nine in rapid succession. As soon as he was done, Skippy hurried up and dressed. The rest of us pulled our lost clothes back on and we prepared to play again. There was a quick discussion about whether or not to put Skippy's paper back in the box. I said there were plenty in there, and we decided to keep it out but agreed to save all of them for play on another day. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - SIDE NOTE: As a veteran reader of the many stories about Young Friends found on the web, I must warn you. Unlike the vast majority of the stories I have read, my friends and I, and most of their friends did not immediately move into full blown oral and anal encounters. For many years our sex play was frequent, but not that advanced. So many of the first few chapters of this series may seem tame and lame. They were, however, exciting to us and I am not going to insert a bunch gratuitous sex just to go with the flow. ALL of the things in this series actually happened, and I intend to stay true to the facts as best I can recall them. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - After the first round, the brothers seemed really pumped to continue playing. We ended up playing through lunch and all the up to dinner time again. We would have played that evening too, but Butch and Mikey had a Little league game. Anyway, the highlights of that day's play went like this (not in the order in which they occurred. My memory is good, but not quite that good). I lost a round and had to kiss Skippy's balls six times. Mikey lost a round and had to lick Butch's ass cheeks for two minutes. Skippy got spanked with 5 swats of a belt. I had to do a "dirty" dance for three minutes. (Hahaha, I wasn't sure what a dirty dance was, so I just wiggled my ass around and rubbed my cock and balls for a bit.) And so it went for the rest of the day. The remaining penalties included a variety of kisses and licks of various body parts along with some spankings and whippings and having to do all kinds of exercises. Since this was my first go round, there was a lot of similarity in all of them. But the brothers did not seem to mind. They were also just as excited about having to do penalties as they were about watching someone else do them. There was one particular penalty though that deserves special attention. The reason is because it would provide the initial springboard into another dimension of our play. Looking back, I guess it really was like opening a flood gate. About mid-afternoon, Butch lost a round. After giving us the free show, he drew his penalty. He had to be locked into the closet, naked, while the rest of us played the next round and would not be allowed to see the loser or watch his penalty. Butch accepted the penalty with a strange sense of excitement, although he tried to mask it with some mild protests. As he climbed into the small closet, he said the most wonderful thing, "Hey Scotty," he asked, "Uh, can I play with my bone while I'm in here?" The other brothers looked at me expectantly. I had not considered that at all, but the implications hit me head on. It took me just a moment to decide and I said, "NO! No playing with your cock!" Butch did the obligatory complaining, but I sensed the additional requirement was somehow exciting to this developing jock boy. His younger brothers also seemed to enjoy his plight. Now that was the first significant element of this particular penalty. The second occurred about five minutes later. The three of us were playing the second round. Two of us already had our socks and shoes off, and Mikey was close behind. We could here Butch bumping around in the tight closet every now and then as he shifted his position. It was pretty cramped in there, stuffy and hot. After all it was summer and we were sweating in the main part of the trailer, so we just knew Butch would be sweating a lot. We jeered at him and laughed about his situation, then suddenly Mikey inquired seriously, "HEY, how do we know he's not playing with himself in there?" We shouted to Butch who insisted he wasn't. The brothers did not seem convince and were getting a little distracted. We whispered and considered some surprise inspections, we had almost settled on that when an idea popped into my head. "What if we tie his hands behind his back?" I offered. The idea was an instant winner. The next thing you know we opened the closet door, turned Butch around and tied his hands tightly behind his back. Mikey did the tying and he really seemed to enjoy it. Butch of course protested, but we ignored them. In a matter of a couple of minutes, Butch was back in the hot closet with no chance of playing with himself. We let the round drag on slowly. As I recalls that round, I lost that round and had to do a bunch of naked jumping jacks. The three of us dressed and then opened the closet. The feelings I had when we opened that closet have remained with me all these years. As we opened the door, I was almost overcome with this incredible smell. First there was the sweat. It was not a nasty sweat, but a sweet one. The type that could only come from the naked body of a sweating pre-teen. Mixed into it was something else though. It was the intoxicating part. It was a sort of musk or musty smell generated by a young sexually aroused male. The there was the sight. Butch was covered in sweat. His hair was plastered on his head. His chest, stomach and legs glistened with a heavy sheen. Oh yes, and he had the most incredible boner. I looked him up and down and rested my eyes on his throbbing cock, It was awesome. Well we took Butch out of the closet, untied his hands and allowed him to dry off with some towels and then dress so we could start an new round. As I said, we played until dinner time. After dinner, Skippy and I went to the ball park to watch Butch and Mikey's little league game. Skippy and I were more excited about being able to spend the money our parents had given us at the concession stand than watching the game. I do recall though that it was pretty exciting to watch Butch out on the field in that tight baseball uniform. Watching him play, helped get my creative juices flowing again and I started to add to my list of new penalties for the "trailer" games. In fact I was already starting to think about an expanded play area. The next day, Butch and Mikey were gone all day. Their little league team was going to a big league game and Skippy and I were on our own. We spent the morning running around the woods looking for neat spots for building forts. I don't know why, but in those days we seemed to spend a lot of time building forts and finding secret trails and places. Around lunch time, we biked to the local public swimming pool and spent the bulk of the afternoon just fooling around in and out of the pool. When we got home, we still had a couple of hours before dinner so, of course, we went to the trailer to play a few rounds of our secret game. We figured we would also play after dinner, cause Butch and Mikey would not be back until late. It was a double header and the bus wasn't due in until 11:00. So we'd be on our own. We had only been playing for an hour when we heard Skippy's dog barking. We knew someone was near so we pulled on our clothes and quickly pulled out the Monopoly board. Soon there was a knock on the door. Skippy jumped up and threw the door open. He was clearly as disturbed as I was about the interruption. I jumped to my feet and joined Skippy to see who dared disturb us. The door swung wide, to reveal Ricky standing there with his hands on his hips. Ricky lived across the street and was our age. His parents were kind of strict and didn't seem to let him out to play much. This had only started to change recently. Looking back, I guess it was predictable. I mean if I had had a kid like Ricky, inside or around the house would one of the last places I would want him spending most of his time. This kid was the perfect imp! He had bright red hair, big eyes, a dimpled chin at the bottom of a mischievous face and a small, but really compact body. His parents had started him in gymnastics at a very young age, probably in an attempt to wear him out. That part didn't seem to work though, cause he was a constant bundle of energy and mischief. Oddly enough, although he was obviously a cutie, it didn't occur to either us to get him involved in our trailer antics. We instinctively just wanted to get rid of him (Were we dumb and naive or what?). Sure he was fun to be around, and fun to have in war and other games, but right now Skippy and I had one thing in mind, and that was to get back to our game. So Ricky would have to go. Ricky stood there with that impish look and demanded, "Hey, what are you guys up to? Wanna play something?" Skippy said, "Nah, we're right in the middle of a game of Monopoly." As if on cue, I turned back into the trailer and proceeded to quickly put the money, deeds and pieces around the board, just in case Ricky would not be put off. I tried to make it look like we were indeed in the middle of the game. Ricky would not be put off however. He simply said, "Oh, okay, I'll just watch then" and jumped past Skippy and into the van. Skippy did not know what to say, and for once neither did I. We both liked Ricky, it's just that we were in the middle of something VERY important to us. So rather than tell Ricky anything different, we proceeded to attempt to play the Monopoly game. Now Ricky may have been an imp, but he was a smart imp and I didn't take him long to figure out that this was one messed up game of Monopoly. There were house on properties with deeds still in the bank. The chance cards weren't even out and neither one of us seemed to know who owned what. "Hey this game is really messed up! What kind of Monopoly are you guys playing?" I tried to come up with some game variation but realized, I couldn't do it fast enough as I prattled on, "UH, well we decided to play without the chance cards... and if someone lands on a property and can't pay, he can give the bank his deed without having to mortgage the house and stuff..." Ricky seemed to be buying it. Especially when I added the fact that Skippy had kicked the board by accident when he got up to answer the door and I was trying to fix it. Neither of us wanted to hurt Ricky's feelings and he really was buying it until Skippy messed up big-time. He nodded and winked at me. Ricky saw the wink and like I said, he was a smart imp! "Hey, come on, be honest, you guys weren't really playing were ya? You just were trying to get rid of me, and don't want to play with me!" He really looked hurt. Of course it was true. With all the demands his parents were constantly making, Ricky didn't get out to play a lot. And here we were, his friends from across the street, trying to get rid of him during a rare moment of freedom. I don't care how tough a kid he was, an 8 year old is still an 8 year old, and there is almost nothing worse than buddies who don't want you around. Ricky stood up and was about to head for the door when Skippy tried to help again. Skippy wasn't the brightest bulb in the circuit, and though he meant well, he frequently got us into fixes that I ended up getting us out of. "Sorry Ricky, the truth is we were in the meeting of a secret meeting and we couldn't tell you. In fact, we can't tell anyone about it." Skippy looked pleased with himself and smiled at me. ARRRGH. Like I said he wasn't the brightest. In later years, if there was an election for dumb jock he would win, hands down. I knew immediately, that Skippy's approach was an accident waiting to happen. And one that I was gonna have to cleanup or some how run with. To this day, I honestly believe he thought his comments would solve the problem and Ricky would simply go away and leave us alone. I probably could have gotten Ricky to leave, but not without hurting his feelings even more. Think about it. What could possibly any more exciting for an 8 year old boy, especially this impish one, than two other 8 year old boys having a secret meeting. Boys that age are intrigued by "secrets." And for Ricky, who lived in a very repressive family atmosphere, the opportunity to become part of some secret his parents were not allowed to know was VERY DESIREABLE. Without missing a beat, Ricky simply plopped back on the floor leaned closer to the two of us and whispered in a very conspiracy like manner, "Please guys, I promise I won't tell anyone! Please let me in on the secret meeting!" Skippy's mouth dropped open. I gave Skippy a look that he interpreted as "KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT." He was good at that at least. I thought as fast as I could. Like I have indicated, I was pretty fast on my feet, but not perfect. I decided to try an approach that could buy us some time and give Ricky a chance to bow out. Geeze, I still can't believe it never occurred to me to simply explain the truth. I guess Skippy and I were scared that Ricky would not understand that and tell on us. Anyway, as things turned out, my approach opened up another avenue of sexual exploration. One that would run concurrently for many years with our evolving "trailer" games. I looked around the trailer and motioned for Skippy to lock the door. Skippy did so quickly and returned to his seat on the floor. I was trying to be dramatic so Ricky would get the idea it was REAL serious. I lowered my voice to just a whisper and looked at Ricky. "Ricky, first of all, you have to promise, on your life that you will never tell anyone! And we mean anyone." Ricky was really excited. "I promise, I promise. I'll never tell anyone, no matter what!" He seemed very excited. Skippy looked at me. He was curious to see where I was gonna go with all of this. I made Ricky expand on his promise, trying as best I could to impress upon him the dire consequences that would befall him and his family if he broke his promise. He seemed genuinely convinced. A promise made by a young boy to friends is after all a sacred thing, and Ricky would not about to break a promise. By now I was getting a little cocky. I would give Ricky just enough info that he could "protect" and get us off the hook. And hopefully he would quickly forget about. How wrong I was. "Okay Ricky, here's the deal. Skippy and I are members of a secret club. We were getting ready for our next meeting, and only members can know about it. It takes a lot of time, so we needed to go over our plans. That's the only reason we were blowing you off. Sorry about that! We can play with you later, though, if you can." I was actually pretty pleased with myself. Ricky after all was involved in a lot of activities and clearly would not have time for anything else. I had convinced myself that he would simply let it drop and leave his buddies alone. We had trusted him to share this secret, and since we did, he would be relieved enough to let us alone. Hahaha, how unfortunate that he just wouldn't have the time to explore this further. This was clearly one of the few times that I was not the brightest bulb in the circuit. Skippy looked pleased. He started to stand up to let Ricky out. That was when Ricky uttered the words that almost any young boy would utter under the circumstance... "WOW, can I join?" Like I said, how predictable! It didn't matter that Ricky had no clue about what this so-called club was all about. The fact that it was a big secret and his friends were a part of it was more than enough. Even better, his parents were not allowed to know about it! This could be one thing that would be Ricky's! Something that he chose for himself. My mind whirled. I went into this weird automatic mode of rapid fire excuses to scare Ricky off. "Well, first, you have to nominated by a member?" How dumb was that! Ricky pleaded, "Come on, you guys can nominate me, right?" "Uh, yes, I guess we could." Again I didn't want to hurt his feelings. "But then there's the initiation. It's really tough and you probably won't like it. It's pretty bad." I tried to sound as ominous as possible. Skippy followed my lead and threw in some comments like, "Yeah, I didn't think I would get through it. It was nasty and takes awhile!" Now I ask you, what more could we have done wrong. DUH! We knew Ricky. Knew that he was a gutsy little dude. Knew that he was mischievous as hell. Knew that he resented the repressive atmosphere at home. Knew that in spite of his parents close supervision, he could be very resourceful. All in all, he was one courageous kid. He got punished a lot at home for even the smallest infraction, but never let up. With all of this knowledge, I should have known this was not the way to get rid of him. Ricky was now completely convinced. He didn't care about the purpose of our club. He JUST wanted to be a part of it! "Look, I promise, I'll do whatever I have to. I can take it... whatever it is!" he stammered. I guess there was just a hint of fear, but only a tiny one. Guess he figured if we could get through it, he certainly could. He was already sold on a product that didn't exist. So I made a last desperate grab for a way out. Knowing his home situation I took a chance. Sounding as sad as I could I declared, "Nuts Ricky, it really sad we didn't talk about this sooner today. The rule is, that once you learn about the club, you have to be nominated and do the first part of the initiation within 8 hours, or you can't join. We probably could nominate you quickly enough, but that would mean you'd have to start your initiation tonight. I'm sorry, but there are no exceptions. It's a real serious rule to protect our secrecy. I'm really sorry man, maybe the rule will be changed in the future, who knows." Skippy seemed pleased. He knew like I did that Ricky was never allowed out after supper. We had tried on more than one occasion to play with Ricky in the evening. We had even gone over to his house to ask his parents, and the answer was always the same, "Ricky can't come out after supper." Ricky looked completely defeated. "Well, that's okay, it's not your fault. It's my stupid parents. I mean if it wasn't for them I could probably get in, right?" I nodded and looked at him with sympathy. "Yeah, that really stinks. Too bad, though, it would have been great to have you in the club." AND that was my final blunder. I just couldn't leave it alone, I had to go for the icing on the cake. Ricky perked up a little. I thought it was because he accepted the fact that we were his friends and not just trying to blow him off. No, it was much worse than that. Reassured of our friendship, Ricky was overcome with a new feeling. It was that little thing called hope. And so it was that he innocently led me right into a trap of my own making. He lit up even more and asked, "But if I could come out tonight, and start getting initiated, I could get in right?" I was stuck, I had no choice but to say "Yeah, sure." I remember a feeling of unease. Still I was convinced that donkey's would fly before Ricky was allowed out after supper. Ricky, looked at me hopefully and said, "You promise?" I nodded and crossed my heart. So did Skippy. Ricky smiled, and rushed out of the trailer. We watched him run through the yard and across the street, to what we were sure was his safe incarceration for the rest of the evening. Since it was 4:30, and only about an hour before supper time, it seemed pointless to start the trailer game. We had lost the mood. Besides we had to bust on each other for awhile about what just happened. We put the monopoly game away, straightened up the trailer and made plans to get together after supper. Skippy's mother started calling his name around 5:30 and I headed back to my place. There was a high fence between our back and side yards, which meant I had to go all the way around the front of Skippy's house to get home. As I turned into the end of my driveway, I glanced across the street and saw the impossible. It wasn't a flying donkey. It was much worse. It was Ricky in full run heading right at me with a smile that said it all. He ran up to me and said triumphantly, "GUESS WHAT?" Like I hade to guess. "I can come over at 7:00 and can even stay until 11:00, cause it's summer and I don't have practice tomorrow... and it's just across the street." He was beaming. "So I can join the club! I was totally surprised, shocked and stuck. "Well, great I said, okay then, uh come over right at 7:00 and we'll start the initiation." Ricky was pleased. He thanked me and headed back to his house. I went inside mine for supper, and a lot of thinking. I was lost in thought during the meal. This was not a problem of course, since my father didn't like talk during meals. As I ate, I considered the possibilities. Rather than admit the truth to Ricky, I decided to come up with some "mumbo jumbo" initiation thing for the "club." We could make Ricky do some stuff, then declare him a member, and move on. Heck, we could have some club meetings, and maybe even get Skippy's brothers to go along. So I started making plans. It was somewhere between the main course and dessert that other feelings and thoughts took over. I thought about Ricky, and it suddenly occurred to me that it would be fun to "initiate" him. I mean really initiate him. I mean why not have a secret club. Why not initiate new members? And I went into automatic! By the time we were done putting the dishes away, my plans were well underway. By 6:45 I was back in the trailer. Skippy saw me cross his yard and rushed outside to join me. It took just a few minutes to fill him in on what had happened, and what we were about to do. He agreed to simply follow my lead when Ricky arrived. Oh yes, and less I forget, and before you think we were totally dishonest and despicable friends, Skippy and I agreed that we would put each other through the same initiation as Ricky. We just wouldn't let him in on the fact that we did it after him and not before. Then all of a sudden it was 7:00, and there was Ricky, ready for his initiation into our club. TO BE CONTINUED - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - -- IMPORTANT NOTES: As I indicated, this is the start of a new series. Throughout my life, many people have told me that I have a "writer's" gift of recollection. Though there have been many intervening years, I have concluded that my memories of the "moments" and "emotions" of the past are very clear. Although some of the minor details have faded, this story is as close to being 100% true as you can get. The trailer, the games, the clubs, and much more actually happened. The guys really existed and most are still alive. I hope to have the next chapter out soon. What lies ahead? Well, first there is Ricky's Initiation. That will be followed by the expansion of the club, new addition to the trailer games, and of course, the shocking developments after Butch starts "shooting." We were young and very naive, and horny as hell. It is my intent to continue this series, with or without feedback. However, if you have enjoyed what I have written, feel free to write me. I'd love to here about any similar experiences. Since my goal is to maintain a "true focus", I will not be able to incorporate anything in this particular series. But if you've had similar youthful encounters, please share them. It might just help me to feel like I am just a little less freaky. Oh yes, and if by chance you recognize ANY of the events and/or people in this story, write me and tell me the name of the only "elementary school" in that neighborhood. You might be a long lost member of our old club and it could be fun to reminisce! 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