(by Edward Zeusgany and Alex Anders, Copyright 2000, all rights reserved)

My busy parents used to leave me at the neighbor’s house for babysitting. I suppose that it began when I was an infant, because I don’t remember anything of the days before that custom began. It was a very busy place. They had five kids, all older than me. Sandra, the middle daughter was the one who took primary care of me. I spent a lot of time there, because my folks were frequently away.

It was this crowd who gave me the nickname, Bebum. I don’t know if it always made me blush or when or why I received it. It has been with me as long as my memories of their little brown house. I always supposed it to be a reference to part of my anatomy, thus the blush.

They thought I was cute. I suppose my reaction to the use of that appellation made me even more so in their eyes. And I have always been small, thin, blonde and blue eyed, with a rather round face, good features and a nicely proportioned body, if I say so myself. I looked, then, like I might have athletic potential, perhaps as a gymnast, given my size.

The parents were busy too. The mother of this brood also had a real estate business that she ran from the house. The father worked at the town hall and was active in local politics. Each of the kids had individual sets of activities and friends. Over the course of a single afternoon, there were many different people in and out.

Among these was a fellow who was friends with Ronnie, the youngest son. At the time I thought Donald was a college student. He was, but an older one, just beginning graduate studies at Boston University. Donald helped out as a volunteer with the swimming team at the Y. He coached the divers and that was how he and Ronnie had met. But the friendship that developed between them went far beyond athletics.

Ronnie had been the family scapegoat. A little on the wild side, he was forever getting into little scrapes with other family members, teachers, neighbors, even the police. These were mischievous things, nothing mean or particularly serious. But when anything went wrong or was amiss, it was to Ronnie that everyone first looked. It got to the point where he was being belittled as a matter of habit, even before anything happened.

When Donald, a bright young man of accomplishment, took an interest in Ronnie, the rest of the family had to reconsider their opinions. And there were changes in Ronnie as well. Gradually, he became less of a source of problems. Donald was often there on weekends and some weekday afternoons and evenings. Ensconced at the dining room table, he helped the boy with his homework and with his frustrations over schoolwork and other matters.

I don’t know if it was obvious to everyone else that they loved each other, but it was to me. Of course, they didn’t do anything physical in front of anyone. But I could tell. And occasionally someone outside the family, a neighbor or acquaintance would slip in some negative and suggestive remark. No one ever confronted Ronnie or Donald in my presence, though.

I liked both of them very much. Ronnie was a bundle of vivacious energy and very good looking. Donald was intelligent, sincere and caring. The boy, as part of the family that took care of me, was demonstrative and friendly toward me. The young man was reserved, but he was more my type even then. I would have liked to have been Ronnie, to be in his place.

Later on, I was. Ronnie graduated from high school and joined the air force. Then Donald got to be my friend. I wasn’t being baby sat anymore, but I still hung out there. I was eleven.

Donald wasn’t around nearly as often. But when he was, I could tell that he was missing Ronnie. One day, I asked him if he would like to see my model car collection. He said yes and I took him over to my house. My parents were out for the day as usual.

We went up to my room. I showed him the twenty or so models I had built over the last few years. And we talked a lot, just moving around from subject to subject. Donald realized that I had a lot of interests and something to say on most topics. He began to notice that I wasn’t a little kid anymore.

He spent more and more time at our house. He already knew my mother from when she would pick me up or leave me off at the neighbor’s. Soon he met my dad. When I was born, they were already a lot older than most kids’ parents. And that wasn’t the only difference at our house.

On many subjects they held beliefs that departed from the usual. After the age of ten or so, they never came into my room. My parents thought that I deserved privacy and trust and no one was allowed to abridge either. They considered that I had been well brought up and I was known to be neat. Their bedroom was on the first floor, so they seldom ever went upstairs.

Whatever friends I had must be all right, my folks believed, because I had chosen them. And they deserved respect for having the good sense to want to be friends with me. As a result, I could have Donald visit me anytime. On weekends, we usually had the house to ourselves until late afternoon.

It took a while, but finally we got very close. He would take my clothes off and play with me for a long time. We masturbated each other and sometimes he would put his dick between my legs. It was very loving and very nice.

*****

We shared everything that was going on in our lives. So I knew that Donald would have to move away when he finished his Ph.D. It wasn’t likely that the best college teaching position would happen to be anywhere near. So it wasn’t a shock when he told me where he would be going before the end of that next summer.

After he left I felt depressed but worked hard not to let it show. I was at loose ends. Among friends near my own age, there was a boy one year ahead of me in school. I had seen Tommy with older guys and wondered if he was like me. It turned out that he was and much more experienced, too. I found this out when we became chums.

For a whole year, I didn’t make any effort to find a new man friend. Tommy nagged me about it. I should quit moping about and do something. I suppose I thought some fellow would just turn up without my having to do anything about it. Perhaps I didn’t think anyone could really replace Donald. Knowing that Tommy was seeing a couple of guys on a regular basis, eventually got to me.

OK, I said to him, how do I find a guy? Church, he replied. My jaw dropped, although I knew that he went every Sunday, himself. The plan was this. We were to go early. If the weather was nice, I should find a place to wait, well away from anyone else, but in clear sight of those arriving. Putting a pleasant expression on my face, I would watch for any young man who looked my way. If someone did and I liked his looks, I should smile at him.

The next step was critical. I had to observe the fellow’s reaction closely. If he looked away immediately, then forget him. But if the glance was held longer than that and then he looked away, that was the best chance of all. This indicated both interest and a wish to hide that interest. Of course, if a young man beamed and came right over, that would be good too, but highly unlikely.

A short while after the man I thought I was interested in entered the Church, I followed. He was accompanied by a woman, his wife I presumed. Tommy had told me not to be dissuaded by this, there are a lot of bisexuals in the world, he said. I took a seat in their pew and right next to him. What with all the ups and downs, I was able to sit so that I was touching him some of the time, being careful not to be obvious.

After the service, there were refreshments in the vestry. Little kids from Sunday school joined the adults and older children. They had two in elementary school, one of each, and the parents introduced me to them. I found out that the man worked as a loan officer at a bank right in the center of town.

I resolved to do a paper on banking for my eighth grade English class. It didn’t work out. Mr. Erickson was very nice and encouraging about my assignment, but after a couple of Sundays and an equal number of visits to the bank, I could tell it was going nowhere.

So I started over. This time I hit on a young man who was by himself at Church. Over coffee, I even had one myself, I find out that he builds houses with a friend of his. His name is Larry.

After school and on weekends, I went to where Larry and his friend were building their house. I am doing a paper on house building for my eighth grade English class, I tell them. They are amused.

I notice that they each have their own trucks there. Later I find out that they used to live together, but don’t any more. I hang around a lot and try to make myself useful, pick up some of the waste material that is just lying around and piling it neatly off to one side. Pretty soon Larry is asking me to get him some nails or a tool from his truck.

Larry and I get to be pretty chummy, but the most he does is give me pats on the shoulder, a smile and a thank you for bringing him something. So I ask Tommy what he thinks I should do to get things moving. He offers to come with me one afternoon and act chummy, putting his hands on me and treating me as if we were sex buddies. That way Larry will know for sure that I am gay, Tommy says.

This sounds good to me because I have been wanting Tommy to do that sort of thing for some time anyway. Maybe both of them will get the right idea. And it works, sort of. The next time I visit the work site after our little act, Larry asks me about Tommy, how long we have been friends and so on. I explain that we are just buddies, but that I used to have a real boyfriend. Then I tell him about Donald.

Larry tells me that he and his friend used to live together, but they split up. He asks me what Donald and I used to do. I make a mistake and relate the truth. So now we know both of us are gay, but he thinks I’m just a little kid and haven’t had real sex. I can tell from the way we talk about it, that he doesn’t want to be the one who takes my virginity. He says things like, it’s best for me to wait until the right guy comes along.

I consider this problem for some time. Then I have one of my patented great ideas that accomplishes more than one objective in a single stroke. I tell Tommy my problem and that I think I have to find someone else for my first experiences with fucking and sucking. Then maybe I can get somewhere with Larry, which is what I really want.

I happen to know that Tommy likes being screwed but hasn’t yet done it to someone else. It doesn’t seem right to him with older guys and he has been afraid to do it with a younger kid. With me it would be different because I really want him to and I need someone to help me out. So sure enough, he comes up with the very idea I want him to have. “Maybe I could help you out,” he says.

I agree at once and suggest a sleep over at my house. And it is a good plan, because for one thing, Tommy isn’t very big, perfect for a first time for me. And he knows that I will be calm and patient, so he can take his time and get ready without worrying about anything. It’s just right for both of us really.

After our sleep over, I tell Larry all about it and how we only did it because I was desperate to lose my virginity. That works too because he says maybe we can go camping sometime. But he doesn’t suggest a date.

I have already told my parents about Larry and his business, of course. So, now I tell them that we might go camping sometime soon and it would be nice if I could invite him over to dinner some night to meet them. My mother thinks that is a great idea and she writes a note inviting him for the next Friday.

*****

My dad is retired from business, but he still works every day. Mostly he volunteers his time to advise people who are just starting out. It’s like he enjoys it so much he can’t help it. So when Larry comes over my father asks him a lot of questions and makes a bunch of suggestions and they hit it off really well.

Larry relaxes then and we have a nice meal and a good time. I bring Larry upstairs to show him my room. We snuggle a little, but that is all. He can’t get over Donald and I getting naked together with my parents just a floor below and the door unlocked. Some things take getting used to I guess.

A couple of weeks later we go camping in Vermont over a long weekend. There is a great park and we go hiking every day. But it is fall then and a little cold so far north, specially at night. We do everything except fucking, because Larry says that I am still too young for that.

When I protest that I already have done it with Tommy, Larry says that is different and he is a lot bigger than him. Well, he is bigger, but not all that much. But I figure I better not complain too much, because he will do it pretty soon anyway.

*****

Bebum and Larry gradually drifted apart after the youth went on to college. Larry teamed up with a fellow house builder and they grew old together. For him, boy love was a one time thing and had more to do with the persistence and charm of an unusual person than any powerful inclination on his part.

Bebum became a renowned bio-chemist at a major university. There were many attractive young men there who liked to go camping.

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