ABSTRACT

Bill's family moved into the neighborhood (meaning two miles away, in our rural area) just after I'd fmished second grade. I don't remember much of that summer; I do remember meeting Bill and his little brother, Wade. I was going to Bible Summer Camp, of course-every year!-and Bill and Wade were enrolled, too, before they'd even settled in. My family, being the sociable types they are, offered to share driving duties. One night, after a few days of this, Bill's parents invited me over to spend the night. Oh, I doubt that it was as simple as that. My parents probably had some late-night function to attend, and suggested the sleepover. Anyhow, I went. It stands out in my memory like a beacon. It was a hot summer night. Bill and Wade slept in the same room; I was in Bill's bed, of course. None of us felt sleepy. I think I had a hard-on; or ifl didn't to begin with, I know I did later. All I remember is Bill daring me to put my mouth on his dick. Wade, across the room, was sitting up watching. I said, "Uh-uh-you'll pee in my mouth!"-which I felt somehow obliged to say, though I wouldn't really have minded if he had. Piss was already a fascinating substance to me, I recall. He promised that he wouldn't; I still wasn't convinced, so he added that he'd do it to me if I did it to him. That convinced me that he was serious, so I ducked down, quick as a wink, and sucked it into my mouth. I don't really remember too much about how it felt, except that I liked it. I wanted to keep it in my mouth all night, but Wade burst out laughing at that point and said "He did it! "-obviously derisively-and Bill pulled his dick out of my mouth as if he were afraid I was going to bite it. Why didn't I just smack my lips and say "Mmm-mmm! Tasty! "-which was what I felt? Well, I wasn't that self-confident. Need I add that at that point, Bill went back on his deal, and refused to return the "favor?" Perhaps I should have felt betrayed; instead, I