The Cubby

Wayne was cool. He had straight orange hair and a nice body. Not particularly hot, but at nine years old he was definitely one of the cool kids. He used to come and stay with his pop who lived across the road. We didn't have much in common but we used to play a bit in the paddock next door when he came up to stay. There was this little cubby made of old iron and packing crates underneath the cypress trees. It wasn't big enough to stand up in so we just sat beside each other when Wayne just asks "Do ya wanna root?"
"Yeah sure." Casually enough to mask my sheer excitement at the thought. We quickly stripped off and humped each other until our little dicks became tired and sore. He swore me to secrecy and we went home. Like I was going to tell anyone.

Whenever he was staying I would really hope he would come over and play. Whenever he came over to play I would really hope he would ask the magic question. "Do you wanna go in the cubby?"
Three or four times my dreams were fulfilled. It always had to be his idea, even though I wanted it sooo badly. No way could I let him notice how much I liked it. Cos even then I knew it was only boys I wanted.