'Get it out! Get it out, please,' I yelled. 'It hurts!'

'Just a moment. Hang on a minute,' the man said.

I'd gone to the park, down to the wild area by the creek, on a hot summer's day. I was twelve that summer and free to roam on my own. I'd left home wearing a T-shirt, cut-off jeans, white socks with coloured rings and running shoes. When the blast of summer heat hit me, I'd removed the shirt, rolled it and tucked it into one of the belt loops on my shorts. That year the style was for very short legs on boys shorts and mine were in style. First they'd been cut short when converted from long pants to shorts then they'd unravelled in the wash, getting shorter with every wash. I loved wearing the least clothes in the sun feeling the breeze play on my bare skin. I'd decided on reaching the park to go to the little dam on the creek that produced a small pond and waterfall. The neighbourhood boys would leave their shirts and shoes on the dry grass and splash in the little pond or under the waterfall getting our shorts wet. It's no big deal to spend the day in damp shorts when the summer is hot.

I left my shoes and socks on the grass by the creek. I loved going barefoot outdoors in the summer. Indoors, winter and summer, I loved going barefoot. Socks and shoes were to be worn for the shortest possible time each day. I walked across the top of the dam with the water surging around my ankles. Then I'd jumped from the top of the dam into the pond knowing that the water was only thigh deep. Other boys were there doing what I was doing, and we rough housed with each other trying to tip the other boy over in the water. Soon we had all been tipped over and were wet. Doing what twelve year old boys love doing, dunking each other in water. The sun shone above us and sparkled on the water flowing over the dam. People walking by smiled at us, perhaps remembering when they'd been children.

Then disaster struck! I stepped on a fish hook!

There was a blinding flash of pain in my right foot and I yelled out. Hopping on one leg I tried to raise my right one to see what the problem was. I fell over immediately, to my great distress. The other boys thought I was fooling and yelling for no good reason. Finally one of them helped me up and supported me with his arm while I raised my foot above the water. There was a fish hook buried in the soft flesh of my right arch. Some fisherman had abandoned a lousy hook in the water and I'd stepped on it. The other boys crowded round to look at my misfortune. A collective yell went out as we scrambled to shore, fearful of other fish hooks lying in wait for our feet.

The loud yell had attracted the attention of a man nearby. As I hopped close to shore he held out his hand to take mine. I sat down on the grass still holding his hand and he didn't let go of me either. 'What seems to be the problem?' he asked me in a gentle voice. 'Is it your foot? Let me take a look at it.'

Luckily, the hook had gone into the soft fleshy part of my arch. That meant my weight had not pushed it in as it would have done to the ball of my foot, or my heel. I saw the hook had gone through just under the skin and not into my flesh. It was so shallow that no blood appeared. I was by now more surprised than pained by the accident. I looked up at my rescuer. And my heart went thump! He was cute. Seemed to be a college aged young man. With light brown hair softly curling around his ears. Sparkling blue eyes. Smooth cheeks, no beard, no moustache. T-shirt, running shorts and running shoes. I'd had a thing for good looking older boys and men since I was a little boy. And this was one good looking man!

'It's a fish hook,' he said. Was he stupid or what? Anyone could see that it was a fish hook in my foot and I was dying from it. Wasn't this time to call 9-1-1?

'Get it out! Get it out, please,' I yelled. 'It hurts!'

'Just a moment. Hang on a minute,' the man said. 'I can take it out for you. But it will hurt for a moment.'

'No way!' I said. 'I can't take pain. Call 9-1-1.'

He smiled at me, making my heart give another thump. 'It's only a little hurt. And the hook has to come out, sooner or later. It's silly to call an ambulance for this.'

Then Tony had a brainstorm. Must have been due to the increased blood flow from my thumping heart. 'Can I sit in your lap while you do it?' I asked him, looking straight into his eyes. The other boys watching us had now faded into invisibility. Only the nice man and I existed. And the stupid hook in my foot. Or, was it not so stupid since it was introducing me to this guy? My heart was thumping so hard I was afraid everyone there could hear it.

He said, 'Sure.' And sat down beside me on the grass. I got up on my knees then scooted over to sit in his lap. My wet bum dripped water on his shorts, but he didn't seem to mind. 'Hang on a minute,' he said and pulled off his T-shirt. I nestled against his chest. The touch of his skin on mine was electric. My back felt hot against his chest and I could feel the hairs there. Paradise!

'Let me dry off your foot,' he said, using his T-shirt on my foot. Tony could have sat there all day, nestled in his lap with his strong arms round me. And my foot in his right hand. More paradise!

'It's gotta come out,' he said. 'Won't take a minute. And won't hurt much.'

My heart was thumping so hard I felt I was about to bounce out of his lap. And my dickie had gone stiff inside my wet shorts, trapped painfully down one leg. There was no way I could move it to a comfortable position without him seeing me.

'If you close your eyes, and don't look, I can pull it out,' he said gently.

I nodded and closed my eyes, leaning my head back on his chest. I placed my hands on his thighs, feeling the hard muscles under his hairy skin. His leg hair was curly and soft. He tightened his grip on my foot and I felt the hook start to move. I let out a yell and opened my eyes to see the hook in his fingers, not in my foot. Then he pressed his shirt against my injured foot with one hand and cuddled me against his chest with the other. 'That wasn't so bad, was it?' he said. 'It was out before you even felt it.'

'Yes,' I said, as I turned my face against his chest, twisting my body round. My thumping heart was now right against his heart. Did he feel it beating hard? 'Thanks a million.'

'What's your name?' he asked. 'Mine's Maxi.'

'Tony,' I said.

'Can I bring you home now? You should get that cut washed and bandaged soon.'

'There's no Band-Aids at my house,' I said knowing there was a full box in my bathroom. 'Can we go to your house?'

Maxi turned me around to face him and smiled. I kneeled in front of him with my stiffie bulging my wet shorts. His eyes ran over me from knees to head. Did he see? Was I gonna get lucky? I wrapped my arms round his neck and hugged him. 'Thanks, Maxi for fixing my foot,' I said looking him right in the eyes.

'We can go to my house for Band-Aids,' said Maxi. 'It's quite close and besides I have a car here so we don't have to walk there. Is your foot sore? Can I carry you to the car?'

Maxi stood up first then helped me up with his hand. I wanted to hold his hand forever. Then he grabbed me under my armpits and hoisted me up. I opened my legs and locked them round his waist. He put both of his hands under my bum to support my weight and I snuggled close to him, pressing my stiffie against his stomach. I locked both of my arms around his neck.

We passed by my shoes to recover them, and I rode on my horsie Maxi all the way to his car. That short walk was paradise for Tony, carried in the arms of a very nice and very handsome young man. My hurt foot was rapidly being forgotten. It was a Mercedes Benz car, black and shiny. Ooooh! A Benz does things to a boy, most boys would do anything to ride in one. Even put fish hooks in their feet. Maxi sat me on the hood while he opened the passenger door. I gave him my shirt to keep my damp shorts from the expensive seats.

Maxi carried me again from his driveway into his house. Then he carried me into the bathroom and sat me on the counter beside the sink. He stood there between my knees not even out of breath from his exertions. I hadn't let go of his neck. But my heart was still thumping and my stiffie was still there.

'I should wash your foot first,' Maxi said.

'Bathe me,' I said gently. 'I've been in the dirty creek and my foot will get infected.'

Maxi gave me a strange smile and said, 'OK, Tony. Whatever you want.'

I did what I wanted. I pulled him forward and kissed him gently. On the lips, my own lips closed. A gentle brushing of our lips. He didn't pull away. 'Thanks again for fixing my foot. Now, bath time, please.'

He started the water running then turned to undress me. That wouldn't take long since all I was wearing was my underwear and the cut-off jeans. I un-snapped the waist of my shorts and raised my bum for him to pull them off. When he stepped back from pulling off my white briefs, did I see a bulge in his shorts? Or was that just a fold in the cloth? Had he seen my stiffie? Did he have one too? The bath was now ready. He lifted me off the counter and gently laid me in the water. He must have seen my little stiffie as he lifted me. Tony's not big but he's also not that small as to be invisible. He handled me like he was used to bathing naked boys. I grinned at him and handed him the cake of soap from the soapdish. He said nothing but lathered his hands and proceeded to soap my body. He started on my back and shoulders. Then I twisted round so he could soap my chest. I giggled as his fingers ran over my ribs. I stood up in the water exposing my bum and boy parts. He ran soapy hands over my bum and between my thighs, but avoided my dickie and balls. That called for drastic action!

'Why don't you join me?' I asked. 'I don't mind.' Mind? I wanted to scream, 'Get in here with me. Now!'

He smiled and turned his back to me. A bashful Maxi? Who turned his back to me so I wouldn't see his dickie as he undressed? But he was showing me his beautiful bum as he dragged his shorts off. No underwear, just the liner of the shorts. Pale white cheeks showing the shadow of his shorts in the dark tan of his body. Thankfully, no hair on his bum! I sat down at the far end of the tub and waited for him to join me. I couldn't keep my eyes off his dickie as he walked over to the edge of the tub. It was long and wide, but not hard. And it hung over a large pair of balls that jiggled as he walked. Lots of curly hair. And a beautiful foreskin that completely covered his dickie head, like mine only larger. He sat down at the opposite end of the tub. 'Wash my feet now, please,' I said. And he picked up the soap and gave both my feet a good wash with extra attention to the spaces between my toes.Then I stood up, reversed and sat down in his lap for the second time that day. He opened his arms to gather me in and I leaned against his chest.

'You forgot to wash my dickie,' I teased.

'No, I didn't,' he said very gently into my ear. 'At the park I saw your stiffie pop up when you sat in my lap. And then I knew that you like boys the same way I do. I so wanted to touch it then. But I had to be sure you wanted to play yet wouldn't tell.'

'And now you're sure?'

Maxi didn't answer me but reached down and touched my stiffie. It was like an electric shock that first time he touched me there, even before he started to rub me. I shot to my knees and turned to face him so we both could look at my stiffie. It pointed upwards along my belly. He gently pulled back my foreskin with one hand and with the other he rubbed soap all over my dickie head. Did that ever feel good! I thrust my stiffie hard against his hand, eager for the good feelings he was giving me. I knew what tickle-bones were, the excellent feeling that burst somewhere between my dickie and balls when they'd been rubbed for some time. A feeling that started small but rapidly grew into a huge joy that pushed all other things out of my mind for the few minutes that it lasted. A feeling I had enjoyed many times by myself. And quite a few times with other boys. A feeling that was so much better when it was shared with another boy than when done alone. I also knew that in a few years I would actually squirt some liquid when the tickle-bone feeling exploded. But for now I had dry events, my dickie pulsing but nothing shooting out.

'Not rubbing too hard, am I?' Maxi asked.

'No. Just right,' I said. 'You're good.' I was a hair trigger that day. Over-excited from sitting in his lap on the grass, from riding horsie around his waist, from kissing him, from his soapy hands roaming my body, from seeing his naked beauty. And now with his hands rubbing my dick and balls. I was breathing hard, my heart going like a steam engine. I looked into his eyes and he looked back at me. And my balls were starting to tickle with the familiar feeling building and building. The feeling that couldn't be stopped. And I didn't want it to stop. Back and forth he rolled my foreskin. And every time my head was exposed he rubbed a soapy finger over my pee-slit. Joy! Then I was there, gasping as my stiffie pulsed in his fingers. Tickle-bone, big time. I collapsed forward against his chest and he put his arms round me as my heart slowed to normal speed.

'Your turn now,' I said after a few minutes. I was aware that Maxi's large stiffie was between us, pressed against my own softie. And I hadn't seen his stiffie yet, hidden under the water. There was no way I was going to miss the chance to play with his big toy. I turned round in the tub and slid down beside him on his right side, reaching over his body with my right hand to grab his stiffie. It was enormous and poked out of the water like a periscope. I know to a twelve year old boy all men's dickies look large. But this one was truly large. It would take both of my hands to cover the shaft. And my fingers did not meet around it. Tony's not a size-queen, but Maxi had one biggie.

Maxi grabbed my softie as I started to stroke his stiffie. Not a hard grab, just a gentle one as he took my softie between two of his fingers. The older boys and men always loved to hold my stiffie while I pumped theirs. My hand moved up and down on his stiffie. His huge purple head showed each time my fingers pulled back his foreskin. I could hear his breathing increase as my fingers built his delight. I pumped away, feeling his stiffie getting harder in my grasp. Then his hips were bucking upwards as he thrust into my hand. I watched the puple head closely since I knew what was about to happen and I loved watching it happen. Didn't want to miss a second of the big event. His grip on my now stiff dickie was almost painful since it was still tender from my recent tickle-bone.

'Aaaah!' he grunted loudly. 'Don't stop. It's gonna shoot.'

I felt his stiffie pulse through my enclosing fingers. I tightened my grip. Then I saw his pee-slit open and a jet of white shoot out. This was what I loved to watch! And as I continued to pump, more and more juice shot out of his stiffie to land in the water. I swear I saw ten separate jets leave his pee-slit that day. Seemed like they would never end. I'd never seen so many. And Maxi was thrashing around beside me in the bath, moaning and groaning. Yet eventually the squirts did stop ending with a weak dribble that did not rise into the air but simply flowed out of his pee-slit. And my magic toy stopped pulsing in my pumping hand. 'Enough, already. It's getting sensitive,' Maxi grunted, knocking my hand off his softening dickie.

We lay there side by side cuddling in the bath until the water got cold. The after-cuddle is one of the best things I like about doing it with other boys. Then we were out and Maxi dried me off and put a Band-Aid on my injured foot. He kissed me. And this time we opened our mouths and kissed for a long time.

'Take me home, please,' I said. What I didn't say then was that I wanted to be sure he knew where I lived. For, didn't he know, he was going to make many visits to my house to pick me up in the Benz.