I walked out, shutting his door behind me.Mike lay awake playing something on his IPod Touch in the room across the hall. I had always felt love for h...m as well, but we were much closer in age; this love was very much a brotherly love type of deal. For this, he would hate me for a few years; but I hoped that one day his mind would open up and he would understand that difference is rarely a bad thing. I pulled my head out of his room before he noticed me and began to try to engage in. It was a clear indication that the boy was too enjoying the sucking. Boy started moving his lips up & down. Lift-man started caressing his very small pubic hairs, balls and seems to be enjoying the silky smoothness of boy’s pubic region along with sucking his tinny cock. He started undressing the boy. With boy’s small but hard erected cock in his mouth, he put his left hand under his waist, and with his right hand, he started pushing his half pant and underwear together downwards inch-by-inch. It was easy for me to find myself at the other end of the old man's belt, getting the beating of my life. I learned to hate my father from an early age. Only much later in life would I find myself able to finally forgive him, and to also tell him so.After the move up north I found friends who would 'educate' me in the ways of sex and what it was in fact for. I learned it was 'entertain- ment' of some sort and that you could entertain yourself with it as well as be entertained with it. I learned. I had oil and vinaigrette dressing in my hair, running down my face and dripping onto my blouse. I yelled at Greg and he made a hasty retreat towards the lakeshore. I turned to Jack who was laughing at me, punched him in the arm and headed to the cabin to shower and change clothes. Damn it I thought, it was going to take forever to get that crap out of my shoulder length hair, I would have to wash it at least three times and in the heat of the summer I wasn't looking forward to having my wet.