“Alright,” Pete’s grandfather began, “I promised five dollars to eachhelper…so,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. Hegave both Jeff and me a five dollar bill each, while we were holdingthe steel pipe steady while the concrete set around it.

“Thanks,” Jeff and I said at the same time.

“I will be back in a little while,” Pete’s grandfather told us, beforeheading toward the old barn at the far end of the driveway.

***

Jeff and I must have been standing there holding that pipe steady fora good two hours before Pete’s grandfather returned. He poked at theconcrete a little, then told us to, “gently let go.” We did, and thepipe remained upright. “Love to see those punk kids try knocking thismailbox post over,” he gloated in that slightly strange old-man way.

Jeff and I couldn’t help but laugh at his comment.

“You think I’m kidding: I’ve replaced three mailbox posts already thisyear…” Pete’s grandfather scowled.

“Seriously?” I asked in disbelief.

“Yup,” he answered, as he tried wiggling the pipe back-and-forth in theconcrete. “That’s almost ready,” he thought aloud.

“People have knocked over your mailbox four times this year?” Jeffasked.

“Back in January my nephew Jim backed into the mailbox coming out ofthe driveway. The last three times, punk kids did it…” Pete’sgrandfather explained.

Before Jeff or me could respond, Pete and a girl who looked to be aboutthirteen or fourteen came out of the front door of the old farmhouse.I have to admit I was a bit puzzled by her physical appearance: she wasreally skinny, with almost non-existent boobs; her light brown hair wasin a much shorter than average pixie cut; and to top it all off she wasdressed unusually too: a t-shirt so long that it almost reached herknees (completely covering her shorts), and a pair of flip-flops withflat soles that looked to be nearly three inches thick. “Gran-pa, canPete drive me to the mall, so I can meet Jenna?” she asked.

“You gotta take these boys home,” their grandfather said, as he turnedto Pete.

“Yes sir,” Pete said. “I’ll take them with us to the mall, drop Sarahoff, and then take them home.”

“Alright, fine,” Pete’s grandfather said, “But before you leave, bringmy welding gear out from the barn…”

“Yes sir,” Pete replied, as both Jeff and I headed up the driveway toPete’s car.

About three seconds before Jeff and I got to Pete’s car, the skinnygirl got into the front passenger side. So with the front seatdefinitely taken, Jeff and I got in the back. The three of us sat inthe car in an awkward silence for about a minute until Pete got in andwe pulled out of the driveway.

Once we had traveled about fifty feet down the road, Pete spoke, “So,Sarah you’ll like these guys: they’re cum scouts.”

“Really,” she said as she turned and looked over the back of the seattowards us.

“Rich’s little brother, Jeff is sitting behind me, and his friend Tedis behind you…” Pete introduced us to his sister.

“Cum scouts… Doing a job for Gran-pa: so what do you need the moneyfor?” Sarah asked.

“We need the money is so we can go to Scout’s Camp,” I explained.

“You guys seem a little old to be in the Scouts,” she commented.

“We’re both twelve,” Jeff said.

Seeing the slightly confused look on Sarah’s face, I explained further,“Teenagers can’t go to the camp, so this summer is our last chance togo…”

“Wow…you guys really wanna go to camp,” she commented with just a hintof a chuckle.

“Hell yeah, it’s fun: getting to sleep in a tent for two weeks,swimming, hiking, fishing, cooking over a camp fire…” I said.

“…No parents,” Jeff added with enthusiasm.

“The ‘no parents’ part definitely sounds good,” Sarah commented. Thecar filled with light-hearted laughter.

“So, ah, what are you gonna buy at the mall?” Jeff asked, clearlytrying to make conversation.

“Buy: nothing,” Sarah began explaining, “Mia and I are gonna…”

“Mia? Gran-pa doesn’t like you hanging out with her,” Pete interrupted.

“Oh, we’ll be fine,” Sarah commented, a bit of condescension in hervoice.

“The last time you hung out with Mia at the mall some guy tried toabduct you,” Pete said to his younger sister.

Sarah looked back and forth between me and Jeff of a few seconds beforesaying, “Scouts are supposed to do good deeds, right?” Jeff and I bothnodded. “So what if your good deed for the day was making sure nothingbad happens to Mia and me while we tease old guys, and try to get guyswho work in the stores to give us stuff.”

“So what do we get out of it?” I asked; hoping for more money.

“I don’t have any money with me…and Mia probably won’t either…” Sarahpaused for a second in thought before pulling her knees up to herchest and removing her flip-flops. “Here, hold these,” she saidshoving the thick soled sandals at me, “while I climb over the seat.”

I had barely laid my fingers on the flip-flops that were being passedover the seat, when Pete asked, “Uhm, Sarah; when was your last…”

“Oh, I’m just gonna suck them off,” Sarah interrupted her brother, asshe began climbing over the back of the car’s bench front-seat. “Andwhen we leave the mall Mia will do the same,” she added as she floppedinto the back-seat between Jeff and me.

Less than half a second after Sarah’s butt hit the back seat; Jeff hadalready undone the fly on his shorts and was fishing his dick out. Icould see a smile appear on her face when she noticed that my bestfriend had his hard twelve-year-old dick out.

“Your shoes,” I said, offering the thick-soled flip-flops back toSarah.

“Thanks for holding ‘em,” she said, taking the flip-flops from me. Shedropped them on the floor of the car and shoved her feet in.

Turning towards Jeff, Sarah said, “Looks like you’re going first,”before leaning over his lap.

I heard a combination of sucking sounds and humming for a coupleminutes. Then my best friend began breathing heavier, before groaning,“Oh my god…” From the heavy breathing, and groaning I was pretty suremy best friend was shooting his hot twelve-year-old boy cream into /down Sarah’s thirteen-year-old throat.

A moment later, Sarah spun around and was un-doing the fly on myshorts. She casually reached in and pulled out my almost completelyhard twelve-year-old dick. Leaning over; she engulfed my dick in hermouth in one movement. As she began sucking on my dick, she startedquietly humming the theme song from that early ‘80’s movie ‘Sheriff’sSchool’. I could feel the sound as vibrations in my dick: it was bothstrange and felt incredible at the same time.

Little more than forty-five seconds after Sarah had engulfed my dickin her mouth, I felt my balls draw up an instant before I shot apowerful spurt of my hot twelve-year-old boy cream into herthirteen-year-old mouth. She eagerly swallowed the cream down amillisecond before the second spurt of my boy cream was spewing outof my dick. She swallowed again…I shot another spurt of boycream…she swallowed again…it went on like that until I had shotseven nice big spurts of my hot twelve-year-old boy cream into herthirteen-year-old mouth. She kept sucking until my twelve-year-olddick began to soften in her mouth.

Sarah righted herself and returned to a normal sitting position on theback seat between me and my best friend before saying, “Wow, you guysreally are a couple of good Cum Scouts,” with a giggle.

“Told you…” Pete commented form the front seat of the car.

“You told your sister?” Jeff nervously asked.

“Sure,” Pete replied, “She knows what I do, I know what she does…” hetrailed off.

“So long as our Gran-pa doesn’t find out, it’s all good,” Sarah addedas she raised her arms up and put them on the top of the seat’s backbehind the heads of my best friend and myself.

“Cool,” I said, not entirely sure what I meant, or where I was goingwith the thought.

A moment later, Sarah had changed the discussion back to Jeff and megoing to Scouts Camp. We talked about that until we reached the mall.

***

My best friend and I followed Sarah into the mall through thelower-level entrance near the A. T. Stuart* department store. Wewaited for a few minutes in the lower level concourse for Sarah’sfriend Mia to arrive.

“Hey Mia,” Sarah said, looking past me. I turned around to see anincredibly skinny and surprisingly tall girl who looked to be aboutfifteen walking towards us. When Mia was about five feet from me Inoticed the smell: cigarette smoke, she positively reeked of the stuff.

Sarah continued speaking, “These guys are Cum Scouts: they’re gonnamake sure nothing bad happens to us while we’re having fun.”

“That’s good,” Mia said through the naughtiest smile I’ve ever seen.

“Whoa; you’re really tall,” Jeff commented.

Shaking her head Mia replied, “Nah, these shoes just make me look thatway.”

Looking down at her feet I almost didn’t believe my eyes. The sole ofeach of shoe was made from a single piece of three-quarter inch thickplywood bent into a U-shape: the piece of plywood began about threeinches above the floor under the ball of her foot and ran forwardunder her toes, then bent down vertically before turning backhorizontally and running along the floor all the way to the heel,where it bent upwards running vertically for about six inches, itthen bent forwards and downwards at about a thirty-degree angle,running under her heel for about two inches before stopping.Amazingly, there was NOTHING under the middle / arch area of her feet.Three strips of braided fabric (two over the toes / ball of her footand another one wrapping around the ankle) were all that seemed tohold the shoes on her feet.

“Cool shoes,” I commented.

“Never saw any that looked like that before,” Jeff added.

“That’s because they’re not so easy to walk in,” Mia said.

“Not to mention kinda uncomfortable,” Sarah added.

“Then why wear them?” Jeff asked.

“Cause they make me taller, and make me look sexy,” Mia said lookingat Jeff like he was an idiot.

“Well, they definitely look cool,” I honestly said.

“A guy who gets it,” Mia said before bending over slightly (she had to,wearing those shoes she was a good eight inches taller than me) andkissing me on the cheek, “What’s your name?”

“I’m Ted,” I said then pointing at my best friend added, “This isJeff.”

“Alright, now that we’ve made our introductions, it’s time to havesome fun,” Sarah said.

“Oh yeah,” Mia said as she took my arm. Sarah took Jeff’s arm andthe four of us began walking us down the concourse towards ateenybopper girl’s clothing store.

***

We spent quite a while walking with the two teenage girls from storeto store in the mall. At about every third store they managed to geta male clerk to give them a free sample of the merchandise: severalpairs of shoes, a couple revealing dresses, some ankle bracelets,some exceedingly revealing one-piece bathing suits (each onecontaining less material than a bikini), two tiny t-shirts with dirtyslogans on them (one read “I” a heart symbol “cock”, the other read“dirty girl”). Jeff and I ended up carrying the bags with their‘free samples’ from all the various stores the two teenage girls hadgotten stuff from.

The weird thing about it, though, was that when we were walking fromstore to store the girls always walked next to each other, hookingtheir outer arms into ours. When we went up steps or escalators thegirls made Jeff and me go ahead of them; but when we were going downthey went ahead of us.

***

About two hours after meeting Mia, while both girls were trying onpair after pair of designer sneakers, Jeff quietly commented, “Wasn’tthe guy in the red shorts in the sunglasses store too…”

I looked across to the men’s side of the store. There was asignificantly over-weight guy who looked to be about thirty-fivewearing red shorts trying on a pair of basketball sneakers. Strangely,he didn’t seem to be looking at the three-hundred dollar pair ofsneakers he was lacing up at all; he was looking across the storetowards where Sarah and Mia were sliding their bare feet into one pairof designer sneakers, standing up, sitting back down, pulling theirfeet out of those sneakers, before moving on to another pair ofsneakers and repeating the process. “He’s staring at Sarah and Mia,”I quietly said to Jeff.

Looking at the two teenage girls, Jeff commented, “Only a gay guywouldn’t look at them…”

“Yeah,” I replied with a chuckle. Then, out of the corner of my eyeI saw three guys who looked to be late-teens sitting on a bench out inthe concourse that I had noticed following us. “Those guys sitting onthe bench in front of the planter,” I said flicking my eyes in thedirection of the door into the store from the concourse, “Pretty sureI saw them before: first on the lower concourse, then up the escalatorsto the upper concourse.”

Jeff turned towards the front to the store, “Yeah I noticed thembefore too,” he said quietly, before taking a couple steps over to atable and declaring, “Check it out, man: furry socks!”

Moving over next to my best friend, I looked at the hideously patternedpink and purple socks on the table in front of him. “Think they’remade from shag carpet?” I commented with a laugh.

“Salesman says we can have a couple pairs of those,” Mia said from soclosely behind me I nearly jumped out of my skin. Turning around toface Mia, I literally bumped my upper arm into her practicallynon-existent left boob. Before I could tell her I was sorry forbumping into her, she kissed me on the cheek again. Her mouth was asmall fraction of an inch from my cheek when she whispered, “You’lllike ‘em. They’re real soft: perfect for jerking off into when you’realone…”

“Really…” I pondered aloud; my dick twitching in my shorts at the verythought as Mia took a small step backwards.

“I’ll even model ‘em for you afterwards…” she added in a seductivelyhushed voice.

A small fraction of a second later Sarah startled us when shecommented, “OH MY GOD!…check it out… These are the same sneakers KatMitchell wore in the first episode of ‘Glory’s Hull’.”

Turning around I was shocked by how hideously ugly the sneakers Sarahwas wearing were. The shiny purple, red, and tan mid-calf heighthigh-tops looked completely ridiculous: not only were the colors ofthe leather hideous; but the pattern the three colors were in combinedwith the anti-freeze green colored laces, open toe, soles that lookedjust a little too thick, and the strangely shaped top of the sneakers…“Oh, wow…” I managed to say, doing my best to hide how I actually feltabout the looks of those sneakers.

Sarah stood up and walked around a bit before commenting, “They feelreal good to walk in…”

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Jeff had returned to whereSarah and Mia had been sitting and picked up the box. “Four-hundredand eighty dollars!?” he declared.

“Yes sir,” the clerk said, “They’re designed by Bruce Clive to bespecifically worn without socks. They are the best pair of sneakerswe’ve ever seen…”

“Well, yeah…but four-hundred and eighty dollars!?” Jeff said.

Sarah walked over next to Jeff and whispered something into his ear.While Jeff walked over to where Mia and I were standing near the furrysocks; I overheard Sarah say, “I really like ‘em…maybe we could worksomething out…” to the clerk.

“Well…let’s see what else we got in the back room,” the clerk said toSarah. The two of them promptly disappeared through a door into theback room of the store.

Turning to Jeff, I began to ask, “So what’s Sarah…”

“She said she was gonna have sex with him in exchange for the sneakers,”Jeff quietly explained.

I almost didn’t believe my ears until I heard Mia say, “That’s how Igot my shoes…well, actually that guy put it in my butt…”

“Seriously?” I commented.

“Yup,” Mia replied before adding, “You’d be amazed what guys’ll giveyou in exchange for getting them off…”

For a good fifteen minutes there wasn’t a single word spoken betweenJeff, Mia, and I. Suddenly I heard myself saying, “How many guys haveyou gotten off in exchange for stuff?”

Smiling a somewhat naughty smile, Mia began, “Well let’s see…” shetook a breath and continued speaking, “My uncle gave me his old van,there’s the shoes I’m wearing…” she trailed off.

“You’ve got a van?” Jeff asked.

“Unh-huh, how you think I got here?” Mia replied.

“What, like a minivan?” Jeff asked.

“No,” Mia replied shaking her head, “It was his old plumbing van…”

“Oh…” I commented, surprised by the idea that she was driving an oldplumbing van.

“I helped a couple guys get off in exchange for re-painting it; and acouple more guys to make the inside nice,” Mia explained.

“Cool…” Jeff said.

A couple seconds later Sarah re-emerged from the door to the back roomof the store wearing the incredibly ugly and outrageously expensivesneakers. She put her flip flops into one of the bags from one of theother stores she’d managed to get a ‘free sample’ from, while Mia puta pair of the ‘furry socks’ into another bag. Seconds later the fourof us were leaving the sneaker store.

“Look at that!” Jeff declared when we were in front of EXTREME TO THEMAX (the sporting goods store), stopping the other three of us dead inour tracks.

“What?” Sarah asked.

“Look…” he repeated; pointing at the window of EXTREME TO THE MAX.

“What are we looking at? The tent?” I questioned.

“Look, they got tent-lifts,” Jeff beamed; as he began guiding ustowards the window.

“What’s a tent-lift?” Mia asked in the most confused sounding voiceI’ve ever heard.

“It’s what’s under the tent,” Jeff directed out attention downwards.

“Oh man…” I began to say before explaining, “A tent-lift is thisblow-up thing which goes under the tent to lift it off the ground soif it rains water can’t get in.”

“Oh…” Mia and Sarah said at the same time.

“I wonder how much it costs,” Jeff was clearly thinking out loud.

“Considering they want two hundred bucks for a basketball, probably alot,” I heard myself saying in the exact same tone I’d heard my fatherused numerous times when complaining about ‘high end’ stores. Then,in a more normal tone I added, “And we still don’t have enough moneyto go to camp…”

“Oh yea…” Jeff immediately sounded depressed.

For about ten seconds the four of us stood there without saying aword. Then Mia said, “Hey isn’t this the place where that guy isalways saying ‘oh you go girl’ and flicking his wrist whenever hesees a really well dressed woman?”

“Yea…yeah it is,” Sarah confirmed Mia’s comment.

“So what?” I asked.

Both girls began laughing, then Mia explained, “The guy who runs theplace is REALLY gay: you could probably get him to give you one forsucking him off.”

Jeff and I just looked at each other.

“Well let’s see how much it costs,” Sarah suggested. Mere secondslater the four of us were in the store.

“Twelve-hundred dollars!” Jeff gasped when he saw the price tag.

“At that kind of price you’ll have to do a lot more than suck him off,”Mia quietly informed us.

Before I could fully process what Mia was saying, there was a snappingsound behind us followed by the words, “Bruce Clive’s: oh you go girl,”spoken is a decidedly effeminate male voice. Turning around, the fourof us found ourselves face-to-face with the ‘living-stereotype of gayguys’ who ran the store.

“Good to know there are guys who appreciate stylish sneakers,” Sarahresponded; somehow managing to keep a straight face in spite of thecompletely ludicrous statement we’d just heard.

“Well, yea…” the really gay guy said, before adding, “I don’t thinkthey’ll fare so well in tha woods when ya go campen’…”

“I ain’t taking brand new designer sneakers camping,” Sarah declared.

Jeff managed to get us back on topic by saying, “Right…so we’re lookingfor a tent-lift…”

“Oh, a tent-lift…” the ridiculously gay guy interrupted.

“Yeah…” I reinforced the idea.

“I think we’re all sold out...” the comically gay-stereotype of a storemanager said.

“There’s one in the window,” Jeff said, pointing at the window of thestore.

“Well, yes; there is the floor sample,” the store manager replied,“But it’s been used, ya wouldn’t want that…”

“Used is better than none at all,” I commented.

“Well yes, I suppose that’s true,” the store manager agreed whilerolling his head in an odd and decidedly creepy way, “I could sellyou that one if you want it…”

“You said it’s used, the price tag says twelve-hundred dollars…thatcan’t be right for a used one,” Mia began to try negotiating.

“Yes, you’re right, that is the price for a new one. It is used andthere’s no box. So…” he paused for a second before offering,“Eight-hundred.”

“No box? How are we supposed to move it?” I questioned.

“Eight hundred!? It’s USED and there’s NO box!” Jeff declared.

“Yes, well, yes: you got a point there,” the store manager said in apensive and very feminine tone. He took a breath before saying,“Right, I s‘pose seven…no, six-ninety-nine is ‘bout right…”

While I can’t say for certain that Jeff was shocked by that stillvery high price, I know I was.

Mia was clearly aware of what we were thinking because she leaned inclose to the effeminate store manager and quietly suggested, “Maybethese guys could do something to get off the price…”

The store manager gasped; then gave both Jeff and me a head-to-toelooking over before saying, “Maybe they could…”

“Could what?” I asked despite not wanting to know what this super gayguy might be thinking.

“Well…” he began to speak before leaning in close to Jeff and I, “Howsabout you let me watch the two of you suck each other off?”

“If we do that, we get it for free,” Jeff surprised me by boldlysuggesting.

“Well, it is a floor sample…so yea, I s’pose that will be fine,” thestore manager answered before saying, “Let’s see what we got in thaoffice…”

Jeff and I promptly followed the living-stereotype of a gay guy intothe store’s office. He locked the door behind us and gave us moreinstructions, “You’re both gonna strip and you’re both gonna swalloweverything.”

Jeff and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders, and nodded‘yes’ before beginning to shed our clothes.

“So, how do we both suck you at the same time?” Jeff asked as hegrabbed the bottom of his shirt. He had a good point: how had I notthought of that…

“Wha…no, you’ll such each other,” the store manager replied. I sureas hell wasn’t expecting that answer.

“You don’t want us to suck you?” I asked as my t-shirt cleared my head.

“Well…” the comically gas store manager responded, “I’m sure I’d enjoyit, but I don’t want you to get sick…”

Upon hearing that, Jeff gave me a strange look. But nonetheless, andwithout saying a word, we continued shedding our clothes.

After having removed my shirt, shorts and underpants, but stillwearing my sneakers and socks; I asked, “You want us to suck eachother at the same time?”

“That’d be good,” the overly gay store manager answered as he unzippedthe fly on his pants and pulled out his semi-hard dick.

Without any further instruction, Jeff and I layed down on the floor onour sides facing each other in a head-to-toe orientation. Withsurprisingly little skootching around we lined up our faces at eachother’s crotches. I was astounded to see that Jeff’s dick wasthrobbing…throbbing so much that I had to use my hand to steady it soI could line my mouth up with it.

I took a breath, opened my mouth, and plunged my head down over mybest friend’s twelve-year-old dick. As I had the other night, Iswallowed just as the tip of his dick got to my throat. Once againit popped into my throat, enabling me to move my head down until mynose bumped against Jeff’s pubic bone.

A fraction of a second after Jeff’s dick entered my throat; I feltthe warm wetness of his mouth on my stiff dick. I felt him gag, backoff my dick and plunge his head down again…swallowing this time:allowing my dick to enter his throat. We both began repeatedlyswallowing: our throat muscles rippling around each other’s dicks.

About thirty seconds after my best friend’s dick entered my throat Ifelt it swell in my mouth. I knew he was shooting his boy-cream.Wanting to make it as good as possible for my best friend I keep myhead still and continued repeatedly swallowing: allowing him to shoothis hot twelve-year-old boy cream right down my throat. I countedthe number of times I felt his dick swell in my mouth. If it swelledeach time it shot a spurt of boy cream, he must have shot ten spurtsbefore his dick began to soften…

Little more than a second after Jeff’s dick began to soften, I felt myballs draw up. An instant later I was shooting a powerful spurt of myhot twelve-year-old boy cream down my best friend’s throat. A secondspurt followed…then a third…and a fourth…and a fifth… When my dickstopped shooting after only seven spurts I was marginally disappointed,but then it wasn’t like we were sucking each other for our own pleasure:we were doing it to get a gay guy to give us a tent lift.

As our dicks softened we let them slip out of our mouths beforereturning to a standing position.

“So we’re good?” Jeff asked.

“Not quite yet,” the store manager replied as he continued strokinghis hard dick.

An instant later the store manager’s body tensed up and four of ropesof gay-guy cream shot out of the little hole at the tip of his dick.

“That’s better,” he said with a pant before standing. As he wasputting his deflating dick back into his pants he instructed, “Openyour mouths so I can see you swallowed it all.”

Still wearing nothing but our shoes and socks, Jeff and I tilted ourheads back slightly and opened our mouths as wide as we could. Thestore manager looked inside Jeff’s mouth then mine to see that ourmouths were empty aside from our tongues and teeth.

“Alright boys, get dressed. The tent lift is yours, I’ll get it outof the window, but you gotta deflate it,” he told us.

Jeff and I quickly re-dressed and returned to the front part of thestore with the manager.

It was almost amazing how easily the store manager removed the tentlift from under the fully assembled tent in the store window. Moresurprising, if that was really possible, was how challenging it wasfor Jeff and I to deflate and then roll-up the tent lift so we couldcarry it out of the sporting goods store.

* Author’s note and fun fact: A. T. Stuart was an actual 19th centurydry-goods / department store in New York City. Despite the fact thatthe company hasn’t existed for nearly a century, their multistoryfull-city-block store (which dwarfs the typical bog-box store of today)is still standing between Lafayette Street and Broadway a few blockssouth of Union Square.