It was 1962. The place was Needles, California. Located on Route 66, it was a desert town with a Santa Fe depot right downtown.
The boys were down near the Colorado River. They were collecting specimens from the backwaters and ponds fed from the river. There were tules all along the standing waters and they were finding lots of interesting insects and small vertebrates in the brackish water.
It was a project for their biology class. The two juniors were working together. They would be graduating next year. Everyone in class had a teammate for this project. Jacob and Booker had been put together by their teacher.
Jake wished his buddy Bruce was working with him. But this was alright. Booker was the only black boy in class. His first and middle names were Booker Taliaferro, and some called him BeeTee. They were working well together. They had plenty of stuff in their glass vials. They would look at them under the microscopes during the next class period. It was about time to head home.
They had both been wearing jeans and tee shirts under the warm desert sun. It was late April and it was already getting hot. They had already taken off their sneakers, going barefooted. But when they wanted to get out farther into the stagnant water BeeTee suggested they take their pants off so they wouldn't get them soaking wet. It seemed like a good idea. Jake and BeeTee both unbuckled and dropped their jeans, and stepped out of them.
The water was warm enough from the desert sun and they gathered up what they needed. Their jockey shorts were soaked through. When they got back out of the water Jake glanced over and noticed that BeeTee's pecker was hard. He wondered about that. Then BeeTee spoke.
"Damn, I don't wanna put my jeans on over wet underwear. I'm gonna just take them off. I can carry them home."
He slipped them off and his hard on sprang up. He just laughed. So Jake laughed too as he noticed that the brown cock was thicker, but not much longer, than his own. Jake never wanted to seem like the odd guy out, so he took his shorts off, too.
"Don't mind me, man. He thinks I'm gonna play with him. He liked that warm water just now. Maybe I oughta just get him soft again. You don't mind, do you?"
BeeTee didn't wait for an answer. He just started running his hand up and down his hard prick. Jake was watching now, and his pecker started to get harder, too. At first he was surprised, but then a little excited. It was kind of funny, but he slowly took his circumsized cock and began stroking it, rubbing the mushroom head of his prick with his thumb. He could feel a little wetness forming.
"Man, I guess you needed to play with yours too. That's cool, man. Yeah. That's cool. Shit, this feels good."
Both boys were hunched over now, jerking their cocks in their hands. It did feel good. Jake had learned long ago how good it could feel to pull your cock. It was clear that other guys knew about it too. Booker sure did. He had never thought about doing this with someone else. It seemed right somehow. His face was grimacing now and he seemed close to shooting his white stuff.
"Ah, shit, man. I'm coming. Yeah, shit."
BeeTee shot out sperm about three or four feet and he kept jerking until he stopped squirting. He groaned and looked over at Jake, then he grinned. He approached and looked down at Jake's cock as he continued jerking, but a little slower now.
"Need some help, buddy? Here, let me get this going. Yeah, you got a nice little prick here, my man."
Jake had no idea what to say as BeeTee took his cock and began jacking it off. BeeTee was grinning as he saw that Jake was getting close. Then he suddenly dropped to his knees and was sucking on his friend's hard on. Jake was surprised, but it wasn't unpleasant. Not at all. No, it was really good. It felt too good to stop. Jake had no idea. Was it wrong? He didn't know. He didn't care. He just wanted to shoot out his white spunk. He began humping his prick into BeeTee's eager mouth.
"Jesus, BeeTee. Oh shit. I'm gonna come now. Watch out man. I'm gonna come."
But BeeTee didn't take his mouth off of Jake's hard on. It spurted from his hard prick and BeeTee was swallowing it and sucking harder. His cock was so tender now. It kept feeling good, and he didn't care. If BeeTee wanted to suck his stuff he didn't care. He finally was done. BeeTee got up quickly.
"There ain't no reason to talk about this, you know. We're cool. We gotta get going, man."
They put on their jeans and their sneakers. They started trudging back to town with the bag full of specimens. Neither one felt like talking. In town Booker broke off and headed south down Broadway. Jake headed north to his stucco bungalow home. As they passed the train depot a waiting diesel engine blew its horn. Jake's dad worked on the railroad. That was probably an engineer or fireman that his father knew. The boys had not said a word since leaving the riverside.
The next week Jake was talking to his buddy. Bruce lived on the side of town closest to the river. Lots of Irish families lived over there, and Bruce was as Irish as they came. He had curly copper hair and an engaging grin.
Jake scratched his head with its crewcut hair, then asked Bruce if he knew about people using their mouths to have sex. The two often talked about sex now. Bruce told him it was called cock sucking when the girl sucked the prick and it was muff diving when the guy licked the girl.
"Okay. So do guys ever do it to each other? Or girls to each other?" Jake looked at Bruce.
"Oh. Yeah. I heard of that. Guys who're queer do it to each other. And girls who are dykes. That's what they're called."
"Oh. Okay. So if you ever do that then you're queer? Or if someone does it to you?" Jake was hesitant now.
"Jesus, man. I never thought of that. I don't know. I just like jerking off now. I haven't done anything else yet." Bruce had an odd sound in his voice.
"I'll have to think about it I guess," said Jake. "I kind of wonder what it would be like to do stuff like that. Do you think it would be horrible if someone let another guy do things to him?"
"Well, to be honest, I think about it myself. It makes me hard at night on the couch, thinking about what my parents do. I can hear them from the living room where I sleep."
"What do they do, Bruce?"
"Man, you gotta keep this secret as hell. You understand? Okay. See, my sister has got her own bedroom. You know that right? Back before Sis and I got older we shared the bedroom. But Mom decided about three years ago that I couldn't sleep in the same room. So I've been in the living room for a while. And I can hear shit. It makes me feel funny and I get hard. Especially if I hear my mom talking about tasting Dad's dick.
"But the last time, see, the last time I was sort of wondering what it would be like to lick a cock. I took my prick out of my shorts and jacked off thinking about it. I was even thinking it would be kind of cool to be able to suck my own cock. I did try but I couldn't bend over that far.
"Anyway, swear to god you won't tell, but I jerked off while I thought about it. You know, thinking about sucking on a dick. Jeez, I never came so much before. I was afraid Mom would see all the stuff on the sheets when she changed them. I don't know. Do you think I'm queer?"
Bruce was looking at his buddy with a wistful look. Jake could tell he wanted to say something but he wasn't sure what. It was strange but Jake had felt his own cock getting harder while he listened to his pal. He decided to get home. He wasn't sure what to think. He quickly said bye and left.
Jake couldn't sleep.