Ricky's Tale

 Rated: X  Teens (**)



My parents were pretty much dirt poor. We lived in a trailer park in the western Chicago suburb of Hodgkins. It was a small park behind a shopping mall next to an old quarry. My parents had me when they were seniors in high school. They worked and got the trailer after graduation. It was no secret that I wasn't expected or wanted. My mom left us when I was seven, and we never saw her again. My dad started whoring around and drinking before that. But at least, even after Mom left, he never abused me, he just wasn't very affectionate or caring.

There were other kids in the park to run around with, and I had friends there and in school. I wasn't a jock or popular, and I wasn't a brain or a gaming dork. I wasn't a small kid, so I wasn't picked on a lot, and I knew how to fight anyway. I was quiet and kept to myself for the most part.

That quiet side of me grew larger when I hit puberty and started finding guys far more interesting than girls. I started puberty a little sooner than most of my classmates, so I ended up being one of the bigger kids in seventh and eighth grade. 

I was tall and broadly built, had dark-blond hair and blue eyes, so  I got a little attention from the girls. I pretended to be interested, and even took a girl to our eighth grade dance. We made out a little, but it felt like I was faking the whole thing.

Over that summer, I ran around with some of the other kids in the park. I was pretty much the oldest one there now, as Terry was seventeen now and hardly ever there, being out driving around with his high school friends.

I'd been interested in guys instead of girls for almost two years now, and there was this one guy in the trailer park named Cory. He was almost a year younger than me and in the grade below mine. Now that I was almost fifteen, he had just turned fourteen.

Cory was a cutie. He had nearly platinum-blond hair, big green eyes, and juicy red lips. He needed braces for his slightly buck-teeth, but his parents didn't have the money or insurance. There were a few little freckles across his nose and cheeks. He was slimmer than me, and more slightly built. He liked gaming and reading and got great grades. We didn't hang out at school because we were in different cliques, but at the trailer park we were pretty much always hanging out with each other - if he wasn't playing some fantasy game or something with some of his gaming friends.

One thing we liked to do was sneak into the old quarry and sit on the end of one of the old truck trailers and watch it storm. We could see all around us, facing west, away from the city lights, and watch the lightning. The trailer kept us dry, usually. The smaller kids didn't follow us because the quarry was supposed to be haunted - that was why it was closed, they said. And climbing down the steep side was very hard to do unless you had the reach of longer arms and legs. So the quarry was mostly left to Cory and me, now that Terry was no longer interested in going there.

One hot, humid, sultry evening, during summer break, we knew it was going to storm pretty bad, so Cory came over and we headed down to the quarry before the rains came and made it harder to do. We took the little radio, snacks and drinks and a lantern, and our portable GameBoys. This was before kids had cell phones with games on them.

I'd been fantasizing about doing stuff with Cory for a long time now. Often while sitting on the back of a trailer in the quarry during a storm. The last few times we had gone down and watched it storm, I'd thought about reaching over and seeing what he'd do if I put my hand down his pants.

As we got to the bottom of the quarry, he turned on the radio and we walked to one of the trailers. Just as we hopped up into the trailer the radio announcer said Cook County was now under a tornado watch and a sever thunderstorm warning. Big hail, dangerous lighting, and damaging winds were coming and would last nearly an hour.

Excited, we got settled in a couple feet from the open doors where we had sat a bench seat from an old car that someone had thrown into the pit - the seat not the entire car. We also had a couple of tables of old wire spools.

Faint flickers of lighting were outlining the top of the quarry walls to the northeast. Blue, green, even reddish flashes wove in with the usual white and yellow ones.

"Gonna be a great show," Cory said excitedly.

I could see his grin in the faint flashes. His teeth were very white, his lips very dark. And his big eyes reflected some of the faint flashes.

"Yeah," I agreed.

It was unusual for the wind to affect the trailers down in the quarry, but a big gust slightly rocked the one we were sitting in.

"Downblast," he said in awe.

"Yeah, huge one," I agreed.

It had even stirred up a cloud of rock dust from the quarry floor and blown it, billowing, across the pit floor. Then huge drops of rain began pelting the ground and drumming on the plastic trailer roof.

The lighting grew closer, and the slow, constant, rolling thunder grew louder. We could see the texture of the low clouds as they scuttled from the northwest, slightly lit by the orange streetlights of the suburbs. But the backlighting of the clouds by the high lightning really showed off the clouds.

Oranges, reds, greens, blues - all lit up the sky just over the rim of the quarry.

We opened our sodas and the chips and commented on the lighting, and the swaying of the trees up on the edge of the pit. We could tell the winds were pretty strong up there. Then the rain pelted down so hard that we could barely hear each other yelling.

The lightning was fantastic! So many colors! And the flashes constantly lit up the sky. There was rarely a dark pause. And the thunder rolled and boomed without break for nearly half an hour.

At one point it hailed so hard that we worried the plastic roof would shatter. Then the air temperature plummeted. More than once, the trailer rocked and groaned as it was shoved by downdrafts and microbursts.

Then the hail stopped, the winds weakened, and the rain came back. But the lightning and thunder went on unabated. What a show.

The radio announcer said a funnel cloud was spotted near Blue Island. That was twenty or so miles to the southwest, past us and no danger, but still very exciting.

Now the lightning was mostly cloud-to-ground. Long, jagged bolts of yellow and white, breaking the air with claps we could feel in our chests. One hit so close that we heard the snap before the clap of thunder.

We both jumped in the bench seat and ended up against each other, giggling.

"Geeze! Any closer and we would've felt that one!" he commented, his eyes wide.

"No shit!" I agreed.

I noticed that our shoulders and thighs were touching now. My mind had occasionally thought something sexy from time to time as we watched the storm, but now it pretty much fastened onto those kinds of thoughts as the storm rolled on.

Now the radio announcer said another funnel cloud was spotted above Highland Park. That was closer, and likely moving toward us. It was a small one, but still, a real one, and not that far away.

We actually pushed ourselves tighter together, nearly huddled up now.

We listened as the reports put the tornado nearer and nearer. As it passed near us, it diminished and weakened, and by the time it was passing just to the south of us, it ended. But we could see the wall of lighting surrounding it.

The rain kept pelting down, the lighting was moving off to the southwest where it was out of our view, and the winds had died down. It was cool now, too.

We could tell another storm was coming by the flashes on the horizon of the quarry pit. Yellow flashes lit up the rim, and were growing closer.

"Close," I said.

"Yeah. Too close," he laughed.

We relaxed a little, but stayed very close to each other. We both had room to move further from the other, but neither of us did so. I took that as a good sign.

The radio announcer told us the worst of the storm was now passing over into Indiana, but another strong thunderstorm was moving into the western suburbs on the heels of the ones that had just passed through.

"This is so cool," Cory said, looking right at me.

"Yeah, it is," I agreed.

I could make out his eyes easily in the flashes of lightning, and his smile almost as easily.

I was really hoping - hard - that he was thinking the same things I was. I doubted it very much, though. The chances of him being gay too were just too high against.

But I really had to try. Something. Anything.

As he watched the lighting over the rim of the quarry, I could see him pretty clearly at times. He was sitting with his legs extended out straight, one ankle over the other, and he was slightly leaning back against the seatback, slightly slumped down. I could just make out his package in the brighter flashes.

My mind ran through all the scenarios I had fantasized. I got hard and horny, and wished I knew some way to find out if he would be willing to do mess around a little. We'd both laughed about getting excited and getting boners during storms before. We'd even both said how we liked beating off when it stormed - when we were at home, of course.

At one point he looked my way just as a bright flash of lightning lit up the inside of the trailer. He must have seen me looking at him.

"What?" he asked.

I didn't know what to say. I thought furiously.

"I was just thinking something," I replied.

"What?" he asked, still looking at me instead of the nearing storm.

"Remember what we said? About... you know, what we like to do during storms?"

He laughed, then said, "Yeah. You mean, like, about beating it off?"

"Yeah," I said, my guts turning over.

I was going to do this. I am going to do this. I've got to at least try. He'll only tell me not to if he doesn't want to. He won't go telling anyone. I don't think. No, he won't. And I've got to at least try. There won't be many more storms this summer, and probably none anything like this one. I've got to.

I reached over and put my hand on his lap.

He sat up a little bit, in surprise I guess.

"What're you doing?" he asked quietly.

"I wanna try something," I told him.

I gave his package an experimental squeeze. I could feel his dick. It didn't feel hard, but it didn't feel soft, either.

I moved my hand a little and gave it another squeeze. I could feel his balls. I moved my hand a little and moved his balls around.

He didn't move away, he didn't tell me to stop, and he didn't yell or scream. I was almost sure I saw a grin on his face.

I moved my hand around, checking out everything. I could tell he was getting harder. It was aimed toward me a little. It felt pretty good sized. I'd expected it to be pretty small. He was barely fourteen, so I thought he might have more than a kid. But what I felt was pretty big. I could even feel each of his balls.

Then I felt his hand in my lap! His fingers found my boner and started feeling it. Then he found my balls and moved them around a bit.

My guts felt like they were going to squirm out of me. I was sure I was sweating. This was going better than I had feared. He was actually feeling me up too. And giggling.

I moved my hand up and found the button on his jeans, and it popped open. My guts were rolling over and over. I'd never felt so excited before. I got even more excited when I felt his hand opening my jean's button.

We both fumbled with zippers. I really wasn't sure if this was really happening or if I was dreaming.

I tugged his jeans down, and he lifted his butt so I could get them down. I lifted my butt so he could get mine down.

I could see his white briefs in the flashes of lightning as the storm grew closer.

I felt his boner through his briefs. It felt really cool. It was hard, for sure, and bigger than I had expected. It felt like it was a good four inches at least.

I felt his hand exploring my boner. He seemed to like feeling the head of it. I know I liked how it felt when he felt it. It tickled and tingled like crazy. So I used my index finger and thumb to circle and rub his head too.

We both giggled and smiled. The lighting was now flashing often enough above the rim of the quarry that I could see the shape of his dick through his briefs, and I could see his big grin.

I felt his balls. They weren't as small as I thought they'd be either. The moved around nicely in his tighty-whities. He played with mine now. It felt really good to have someone else touching them. Really nice.

I couldn't wait any longer, so I grabbed the waistband of his briefs and lifted it. He lifted his butt, and I slid his briefs down to mid-thigh. The lightning revealed in brief flashes that he had a good four inches down there. And he had more balls and sack than I had imagined, too. Instead of a high, tight sack like most of the guys in his grade, he had a sack that let his balls hang a little bit. When I grabbed them, they weren't the little marbles I expected, either, but more like little olives. 

He got my briefs down and went right to my dick. His fingers wrapped around it. Man, it felt so good to have someone else doing that. I felt my dick jerk right away. He gave it a single stroke, then let go and grabbed my nuts. He jostled them around a bit, then fondled each one.

We giggled a bit. It was embarrassing, but a lot of fun! And it felt amazing!

The lighting showed brief flashes of his dick and balls, but I couldn't see his bush. I felt around and felt it, but it didn't show up at all. It felt like he had almost as much hair as I did. I had about two inches of hair above my dick. It felt like he had at least an inch-and-a-half there. It wasn't as long as mine, or as thick, but it must be very light in color because the lightning didn't reveal it. I could look down and see mine though.

When I wrapped my fingers around his dick again, I felt some slippery wetness on the end of it. I started stroking it. He started stroking mine, too. We giggled again.

The storm peaked, the lighting striking all around the quarry. We hardly paid it any attention. At least, I didn't. I was far more interested in what I was doing, and what he was doing to me.

It felt fantastic! I loved jerking off, but being jerked off was far better. HIs hand was smooth and warm, and he knew how to do it.

"That feels good," he sighed.

"Yeah. Excellent," I agreed.

I could hear his rapid breathing. I could feel his rapid heart beat in his dick. He made a lot of pre-jizz. It got all over my fingers. I didn't mind at all. I rubbed it around his head, and he knew to rub it around on mine when I leaked it.

Damn, this felt good! I liked the feeling of his dick in my hand, and I liked the feel of his hand on my dick. This was even better than I had imagined.

"RIcky?" he kind of squeaked.

His dick sort of pounded up bigger and harder in my hand. That made mine do the same thing, as if it knew his had and that meant it should too.


"I'm gonna squirt," he grunted.

"Go for it," I told him. "I'm gonna soon, too."

"Okay," he grunted.

I felt his dick swell up and jerk in my hand, and then I felt something slimy roll over my finger and thumb. I knew it was his cum, and that was fucking awesome! His dick moved in my hand again, and knowing he was shooting his cum, made me finish off.

Damn! This was fucking fantastic! Cory was shooting his sperm in my hand, and now I was shooting mine in his! It was the best!

I must have cum the most ever as I felt his stuff squishing around his dick and my fingers and thumb. And the feeling of cumming in his hand was awesome. My slippery sperm was making his hand feel even better. And I was getting ticklish and sensitive.

He started giggling louder, and squirming, and I kept stroking him off as long as he kept stroking mine.

"Okay! Stop!" he laughed. "It's too sensitive now!"

"Yeah!" I laughed.

We let go of each other's dicks. We fell against the back of the seat and laughed.

"That was awesome," he sighed. "Felt good."

"Yeah. Way better than beating it of myself."

"Hell yeah!"

We giggled a bit. The storm was pretty much behind the trailer now, but an occasional flash lit up the inside of the space. I could see his big grin, and the shiny wetness on his dick as it lay on top of his balls.

"You got more meat than I thought," I said.

"Not the biggest in the showers, but far from the smallest," he laughed. "You's feels pretty big," he said, then reached over an tentatively felt it.

"Getting small, now," I said, and reached over to feel his.

"Yeah. Still, pretty big one," he said, wrapping his fingers around it, even though it was still slippery with my wad.

If he didn't mind, I sure didn't. I liked feeling his soft dick, all covered in his sperm.

We giggled and laughed, and made each other gasp and jerk by rubbing the sensitive heads and ridges. We kept playing until we both got hard again.

"Want to again?" I asked, afraid he would say no and that we shouldn't do it at all.

Instead, he started stroking mine again. The cum was drying, but still slightly slippery, and a bit sticky, and it felt really good as his hand moved up and down it. So I started doing it to him again, too. His cum was still slippery, a bit sticky, and it felt so neat against his smooth, warm dick.

"God, it tickles!" he laughed.

"Yeah! Feels great!" I said.

We went fast, then slow, then tight, then looser, all kinds of things. We smeared pre-jizz around each other's heads and made each other jerk and laugh. We went at it for a long time. Long enough that I got bold and decided to go for it.

"Wanna see something even better?" I asked him.

"Sure! What?" he asked.

I let go of his dick, slid off the seat, and leaned over his lap.

"Are you gonna suck it?" he asked just as I got a good whiff of the smell of his drying cum.

"Yeah," I sighed. Then added, "IF you don't mind."

"No!" he said quickly.

"You don't want me to?"

He laughed, then said, "I mean, no, I don't mind!"

I laughed, then bent over and put my mouth over his dick. The smell was incredible, and the taste was too. I couldn't believe how soft and smooth his dick felt in my mouth. I got my lips all the way down, my nose was being tickled by his pubes, and I sucked.

"OH!" he gasped, and held both sides of my head with his hands.

I sucked and used my tongue against the underside of his dick, then started sliding up and down.

"That's fucking awesome!" he groaned.

His legs moved back and forth, and he rocked forward and back, holding onto my head.

"Oh my God!" he groaned about ten times, then said, "It's gonna shoot!"

I stopped immediately, and asked, "Wanna do me?"

He didn't answer right away, then said, "Well, okay."

He didn't sound all that interested, which kind of made me feel a little bad. I had hoped he would want to.

I sat back down, and he leaned over, and after a few seconds, I felt the warm softness of his mouth on my dick. Man, that felt good. Then I felt the most wonderful thing ever!

"Oh, wow!" I moaned.

It was incredible! It got even better when he started moving up and down. Damn! I knew blow-jobs had to feel good, but... oh, wow!

The way his lips and tongue felt so smooth and soft, and the absolutely awesome sensation of suction... oh, wow!

After maybe a minute, I felt it starting to finish.

"Stop. Gonna cum!"

He stopped and sat back down, asking, "Feels really good, huh?"

"The best!" I said, reaching for his dick.

We jerked each other off again, our dicks now wet and slippery. I did it really gently to his, which I guessed he had never done before, because he went kind of crazy as my wet hand slid up and down his wet dick in a soft, sliding way without actually gripping it.

"Geeeze! That's awesome!" he sighed. "How do you do that?"

I showed him, and he did it to me. We spit in our hands and made it slipperier. He laughed and squirmed like crazy.

"It's gonna squirt!" he sighed.

I was close already, but knowing he was about to made it happen even sooner.

"Me too," I told him.

We went faster and tighter on each other, laughing.

"Here goes," he grunted.

His dick swelled up and jerked, and I felt his sperm squishing between my hand and his dick again. I loved how that felt. And it made me cum hard again.

The second one is always better, but the second one from someone else's hand was way better. It felt like I was squirting a whole carton of milk this time. The slippery, gooey, warm mess on his dick and my hand felt really good, but his hand squishing my gooey, slimy mess around on my dick felt fucking intense!

We kept doing it to each other for as long as we could stand it, laughing and jerking around.

Then we sort of both sighed and relaxed and slouched down in the seat, still softly playing with each other's soft dicks. I fondled with his balls sometimes, too. So did he to mine. We kept doing that until our cum dried up and the storm ended.

Then we sat there in the dark, holding each other's dicks and balls, just silently enjoying the feeling of each other and of each other feeling ours.

He said, with a laugh, "I hope it storms again tomorrow."

"Know what?" I asked him.


"Dad goes drinking with his work buddies Friday night. He won't be home until like three in the morning."


"Yeah. Wanna come over for the night?"



We did it that Friday night about five or six times, and pretty much every Friday night after that for over a year. He got really good at giving head. I swallowed it after the first time, but he usually didn't. More than once he said he couldn't wait until he could do it with a girl, so I was sure he wasn't gay, but we had a great time for a long time. We stopped over a year later, when we were almost caught one night when my dad came home earlier than we thought he would. I would have still done it every Friday night, still wanted to, but he didn't want to risk it. By then we'd done almost everything, though, more than I could count. After that we did do it a few more times, but not often and never planned it - it just happened sometimes.



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