wiping off the grass and dirt from his overalls. It was nice seein’ him wear overalls, ‘cause he mostly gave them up once he was hellbound ‘bout gettin’ into college. It looked like he warn’t wearin’ nothing underneath them, neither, at least not a shirt. His arms was skinny, but they had a nice golden tan goin’ on. His sweat glistened ‘gainst his skin like morning dew on a sunflower. It got me a lil’ bothered thinkin’ ‘bout what kinda pecker Buck had under that denim, and it’d been so long since I seen it.

Eventually we set down on the back of my diddy’s truck and et a watermelon that was in the truck bed. We was kinda in shock that we was really seein’ each other, so neither of us said much. He still looked real lively and excited, though, which was a big change from that serious look he always used to have on his face. I finally spoke up when I didn’t have any more watermelon seeds to spit out.

“Tell me, Buck, what’s it like livin’ in the big city? Lots of purty girls I bet.”

“Ahh I’m right tired of ‘scussin Berminhayam, I spent all last night tryin’ to persuade my Pap that it warn’t that evil of a place. You learn lots of things there, as a matter’a fact. I’ll show how to do some of it later if juwanna,” Buck said winkin’ to me. “But right now I just wanna get wet. How’s about we head down to the swimmin’ hole? I haven’t swum in ages.”

I was feelin’ right hot myself in that summer sun, so it sounded like a good idea to me and I told him that it was a smart suggestion.

“Jus’ lemme run inside and get my trunks,” I said, getting up and heading toward the house.

“Nah forget about your blamed trunks, let’s just go,” he replied, now running in the other direction. I had no choice but to chase after him.

The swimmin’ hole wasn’t on either of our land, so we had to sneak in. It warn’t hard though, since it was Old Man Johnson’s pond. Buck was right, too; he hadn’t been swimmin’ with me since before high school. I knew it’d be hell walkin’ back from swimmin’ in wet clothes, so I cursed Buck while chasin’ after him.

I was outta breath by the time we got there. Buck was jumpin’ up and down like a little boy that’s gotta pee, tellin’ me to hurry my ass up.

“Lemme at least get my shoes and socks off,” I said, sittin’ down to get them off.

“You gotta take off more than that, you fool—we’re gonna swim!” he replied excitedly. Buck then undid the straps of his overalls and let them fall to his feet. I stared in near disbelief at his purty body. As I’d suspected earlier, he didn’t have no drawers on. His large pecker hung down from a bush of dirty blonde hair and rested on his low-hanging balls. It looked like a snake slitherin’ in the grass. His prick was real thick and long, a lot like mine. The rest of his body was skinny but in good shape, making