Money Can't Buy Happiness

Category: Male-Male (MM)
Submitted by: Robert Age: 32 Gender: Male

When I was younger my father and mother split up. I was not told why, and had only heard them mumble things like "not now, unless you want to explain a lot of things to 'my' son". We had lived in a small beautiful village. We had the largest and best kept home, yard, cars, clothes, and dog. My mom sold the house as it was just her and I now, and the town was made up of my father's family's friends. We moved to an old house in the middle of an old town in Michigan. I remember it being the dark greenest place I had ever seen, Ivy growing up all of the houses and barns, Lawns looking overgrown and so healthy they were almost too long to imagine mowing them. Flowers grew both inside planters and all around the trees in the yards.

I could hardly wait for our gardener; I wanted to see the look on his face. But he never came.

Our housekeeping staff never came, our cook never came, and that was a blessing for me, I did not care for him at all, nor did he care for me. My mother took on all of the indoor chores, and she hired young guys just a little older than myself to trim our lawn and hedges. We no longer had a pool, and it being summer, I was whining for a swim. For a month I cried, and locked myself in my room, refusing to come out for meals (they sucked anyway, my mom couldn't cook AT ALL). I put my immaturity on display for all-the world to see for the next six weeks, whining about eating off paper plates and drinking water instead of juice mostly. I was being so childish I skipped a meal entirely because my mother served it to me not only on paper, but with plastic fork, spoon and knife. My mother cried and told me she did not enjoy washing dishes. Finally one hot afternoon the young guy doing the windows asked if I wanted to go swimming with him when his work was finished. Just after supper he ran home and when he came back he had on cut-offs and a horrible looking t-shirt and a towel.

I gathered my things and we walked down the street. I asked if we were going to a pool, he just laughed, we walked for at least a half hour, and we came to an old red barn hidden in the greenest grove I have ever seen, a creek flowed by and there was a waterwheel next to it, buried about a foot in sand. Down a path about fifty feet we came to a "swimming hole" and there were at least five guys swimming, none of them had any clothing, two of them were hairless like me, two were around sixteen, seventeen, and one was a thirty year old man.

I had been pretty sheltered up to this point, I had never even seen my father naked. I had seen one of our female housekeepers naked by accident when I entered her room without knocking loud enough before walking in as she was dressing. I was nine, and she twenty three and I slipped out more quietly than I had entered.

I had attended a private school up to that point, and hadn't had to shower with one another yet, that was coming in the second half of the year, I was not looking forward as immature as my body was to be seen by my classmates. But standing on the edge of the swimming hole, all I could think was It's a smelly mud pit! I can't go swimming in this, fish go to the bathroom in this! I sat on the edge and watched for ten minutes or so, and soon I began feeling excited about joining the other boys, splashing and giggling. I kept my expensive swimsuit on for a while, but decided to employ the "when in Rome" reasoning. We swam for more than an hour, and got out because it was turning dark.

I came home and spent the whole night laying in bed remembering how this had been the most fun I had ever had, even more fun than the Disney cruise we had gone on last year.

I spent the last month of summer shadowing my new friend, skinny dipping, riding bicycles, and just staring at girls wearing skimpy summer clothes.

My first week in my new public school was hard, my teachers were not as "available" as I was accustomed to,

Often I would ask for a minute to ask them a question, they simply told me to sit down and pay attention. The lunches were interesting, they gave us a choice between real meals or snack foods, I did my best to eat real foods at first, then I caved in to peer pressure and greasy burgers and pizza were the all I ate. I began looking forward to gym class, just because it was just a prelude to showering. As the weather became cold, my friend switched from window washing to snow shoveling, he talked me into helping. I began helping at other houses and we split the earnings, and for the first time I understood why people work. I had money again, and this time I also had an unfamiliar feeling of having earned it. By springtime I was more like my schoolmates than my old self, I had matured in attitude as well as body. I talked my mother into paying me for washing windows, mowing, raking and washing the car, and I spent every free moment skinny dipping at the water hole.

One of the boys had a couple of magazines one afternoon. I had never seen pictures like that, beautiful college girls putting EVERY inch out there for anyone to see. I was hooked immediately.

A seventeen year old kid unzipped and slid his shorts down and out sprang the first erection belonging to someone other than myself that I had ever seen, I was terrifically embarrassed, and afraid to look for fear of being seen looking, but I was also the most turned on I had ever been. I left quietly. I hid out in my room making myself come five or six times a day for three days, until I felt that I just HAD to see more of those magazines, and of that boy's hard-on. I returned to the swimming hole, but there was just one boy there, a thirteen year old black kid name James.

I had never talked to a black kid not even at school, though I had seen the two or three at our school at the lunchroom. James explained that his family had just moved into the area and he was from Saginaw. I got real bold and stripped my clothes all off and jumped into the water trying to act as though I wasn't nervous, and he made a lame excuse and left.

We ran into each other a couple days later, he was really nervous, and when I asked "why" he just said he had never seen a white boy naked, and he "was uncomfortable with the idea of getting naked in front of me more because we had just met he thought". I kind of chuckled and said I was new here last year too, and that I had never even spoke with a black person until I met him.

For the rest of the summer we stuck close to each other, I showed him where we could make the most money doing odd jobs, and we became comfortable with each other skinny dipping and I stayed at his house twice, my mother would not allow him to spend any real time in our house and she was somewhat rude to him.

Toward the end of summer, we went to the swimming hole and after skinny dipping we went to a tent he had put up on a flat area on the hill overlooking the swimming hole. He told me to get a blanket and a pillow and we can camp out that night. I lied to my mother and said I was over at James' house for the night, knowing that she would never call over there, and James just told his father that he was going to camp with me at the swimming hole.

We swam as it turned dark with a dozen other boys, and one of them showed he had brought a magazine. James was thrilled and I was embarrassed again. Soon we all had hard-ons, everyone stared at James' cause it was undoubtedly the first black hard cock any of us had ever seen.

One of the older boys started stroking their dick while looking at the magazine and James started to imitate him, I talked him into going back to our camp, and he was confused. Everybody was doing it, why was I so chicken? So after I explained my upbringing he said he understood, but he wanted to learn as much as he could from the older boys because he, like myself, had no brothers.

I laid there quite a while thinking about what he said, and he said I should come closer to the edge and we should spy on the others. I was embarrassed again, but curious, so we did move to the edge. We could hear most of the conversations, and see some of the action, but between the darkness and the distance we didn't see as much as we wanted.

A couple of nights later I found a "Chic" magazine in the trash behind the hotel/bar, and I put it and a pair of old binoculars in my backpack, and I got James to agree to camp out Friday night. Friday finally came, and we set up our camp, this time with a large pine branch woven into the trees along the edge of the cliff, and our tent placed right close, leaving barely enough room to get in and out of it without falling down the hill. We skinny dipped with all of the different boys all afternoon, and went toward home when the boys started fondling themselves.

We doubled back and climbed the other side of the hill so no one would know we were up top, and we snuck into our tent. James was amazed that I had brought the binoculars and we made a funnel out of construction paper from his backpack, which made a great listening horn. We both were fidgeting and I imagined that he was as excited as I was when we watched the boys down at the water hole not only fondling their own hard-ons, but now they were feeling and stroking each other's.

After all the boys made their friends come, they would all swim a little.

Then the magazines were brought out and another mutual masturbation session, then another swim. We were having a little trouble seeing all of the action as darkness was falling, but one of the seventeen year olds swam up between the other boy's legs and James and I watched amazed while the boy's hand rubbed up and down obviously jacking the other boy's dick! We stopped watching and agreed we should go to sleep. There was no way I was able to sleep, and James was as awake as I. we talked quietly for what seemed like hours, and we decided that we could beat off in front of each other, maybe even rub each other's cock. So for the first time in my life, I got to see a stiff black dick, we took a half an hour checking each other's dick out in a more scientific manner. He looked at the magazine and I stroked his dick for about twenty minutes until he came all up his chest. After we switched places he stroked mine for about fifteen minutes until I shot the come all up my chest. We were amazed and amused how nearly identical our penis size and shapes were and how we each had three strong squirts, one weak squirt and the come just oozed out. We did this a dozen more times before we were brave enough to join the other boys and share our new pass-time with everyone. After a couple weeks, I was late getting to the swimming hole and I was surprised to find James was jacking one of the older buys. He looked right up at me, and I was shocked but curious too. I disappeared for a day or two, but there was a lot of work to be done, so I got hold of him and we agreed to get together and mow lawns and such.

A couple days in to our work, we somehow got around to discussing what I saw, and he told me he had been jacked by five different boys. I acted as though I was disgusted by it, but in truth I was really curious, and a bit more envious of his bravery, though I wasn't about to admit to that.

I stayed at his house on our first weekend after the start of school, and we talked at more length, I agreed to "let" him suck my dick, and he did, though he made me promise I wouldn't accidentally come in his mouth, and I decided to return the favor later that evening. In the next seven months we had lost count how mant times we sucked each other's dick, and how many of the other boy's we had sucked and been sucked by.

When Memorial day finally came, we returned to skinny dipping and now, we openly sucked each other and had even gotten used to swallowing each other's come more often than not.

By this time I was fifteen, I was just like all my classmates and I loved hanging out. Halfway through the school year, my mom told me she had a huge surprise for me, so we went shopping for new clothes, too nice of clothes for the school I was going to, I would have been laughed at.

We went to the airport and boarded a flight to Miami. It was great revisiting flying again. We had done it so often in my earlier years I thought it was just as normal as riding in a nice car.

We were met at the airport by a stretch limousine. I naively asked "I've been in this car before haven't I?" It seemed real familiar.

"Not this one, but many like it when we lived with your father" my mother said.

"Where are we going?" I asked, and before my mother could answer, we turned into the driveway with the most beautiful lawn, and perfectly trimmed hedges and three gardeners working to keep them looking amazing. I slowly recognized the huge mansion at the end of the drive. The man waiting at the doorway I soon recognized was my Grandfather, whom I had not seen in four years. We were re-introduced to the staff, most of which I had known all my early life,

and as soon as I unpacked and had a nice walk all through the house, I sat and had the finest meal I had tasted in years, all the while the cook apologized for it's having been thrown together at the last minute.

I was home. Not my father and mother's home, but my grandfather's home, and we were again welcomed back to the paternal side of the family. My grandmother had died, and soon after, my father. My father's father had always viewed my mother with admiration and was always happy to visit and have us come to visit, my grandmother "tolerated" my mother and I, as we were born commoners. During the eleven years my mother and father were together she elevated herself as far out of the common world as she could, but her attempt to seem "a woman of breeding", just gave my grandmother more reason to dislike her, and I was my mother's son. My grandfather's health was in a slow decline, and he was lonely for female company. Having a grandson gave him a good reason to invite my mother back into the family. We could have stayed in Michigan and now with my father's money we could live almost like we had before, but living with my grandpa meant having more than we had ever enjoyed, and a promise of more in the future. Back to private school, and lots of expensive toys and vacations abroad to fill my free time. I didn't think back to those three summers in Michigan until after college, when I bought a beautiful painting of a creek running past a red sawmill with a water-wheel and overgrown dark green trees, moss, and grass. Now I'm married, two girls, and living in a bi-level apartment in Miami, living with the knowledge that my best years were when I worked my ass off, and my favorite food was from the school lunch program, and skinny dipping was an every weekend pass time. Now I am embarrassed to say that this is the first time I have told anyone I lived such a "common" life. Money could never buy the kind of happiness I had during those five years, money would have ruined it.

[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]