11-15-2025, 09:38 PM
It started when I was eleven. Home video games were still a couple years away, and home computers were a long way off. My best friend was Timmy. Our favorite thing to do was ride our bikes to the video arcade and spend our allowances one quarter at a time. We'd do chores for neighbors to make a few quarters to spend on those fantastic devices. Usually we worked together, but Timmy went off on his own one day, so I did too. Pretty soon Timmy was doing chores on his own almost every week. He wouldn't tell me what chores or who for, but it was for a lot of money. I knew because when we went to the arcade he had a lot of money to spend. He even had a real dollar bill every week and got to use the bill changer!
Well, I had to know how he was making so much money, so I followed him one Sunday when I knew he was going off to make those big bucks. It was really exciting to play spy and follow Timmy on our bikes. He rode down the block, a couple blocks over, and then a couple more blocks further, to a neat little house with a new car in the driveway. I hid behind a row of bushes in front of a house for sale and watched as he knocked on the front door. He went inside for a couple of minutes, then came out with a man who looked like he was barely old enough to be an adult. They had buckets and rags, and washed his car. They laughed and threw water on each other and had a good time. They got soaked and soapy, and were all laughs as they went inside the garage and then inside the house. I waited and waited. It must have been close to an hour before Timmy came back out and left.
I followed him again, all the way back to his house. I went home, and as soon as I walked in, my mom told me that Timmy had called for me. I called him back, and he asked if I was ready to go to the arcade. I said sure, and we met at the usual corner and then rode to the arcade. He had another dollar bill, and as he changed it in the machine, I asked him how he got it.
"I did chores of course," he answered.
"For who?"
"Why? You gonna take my best customer?" he asked with a laugh.
"No," I said back. "I'm just curious."
"Well I'll never tell," he said, taking his quarters from the machine.
We played some games, and when I ran out of quarters, he lent me some, as usual. When we both ran out of quarters, we started riding around. We stopped to get a drink from the water fountain in one of the parks.
"So what do you do for that dollar?" I asked.
"Why do you want to know?" he asked.
"Because I want to earn a dollar bill too!"
"You won't want to do it," he said, wiping his mouth with his arm.
"Do what?" I asked, just dying to know.
No one paid a kid a dollar to wash his car. Fifty cents, maybe, if it was a big car and really dirty, and you cleaned the inside too.
"Just some stuff," he said.
Maybe he helped the guy's wife clean the house after washing the car, and was scared to admit to doing girl's work.
"Like what?" I asked as we got on our bikes.
"You won't want to do it, so just forget it," he said, getting mad.
I was more curious than ever now, but I didn't want to argue, so I let it drop for then.
The next Sunday, I followed him again. He went to the same house, and washed the same car, and then went inside with the man. Man. Guy, more like. He looked barely old enough to be out of college, let alone married. But he had a new car and a nice house, so he clearly was out of college and had a good job. I waited for a long time, and Timmy came out, got on his bike, and rode off. I rode home really hard, and barely got home before the phone rang. It was Timmy, and he was ready to go to the arcade.
We met at the usual corner, rode to the arcade, and I told him I didn't have many quarters at all this week after buying a tube for my bike tire. He said he'd let me borrow as many as he could, as usual. So we spent all our quarters and his dollar bill, and then rode around for a while.
The next Sunday, I was in the man's back yard before Timmy got there. I peeked through the window in the back of the garage as they washed his car and soaked each other with the soapy water. I ducked down as they went inside, then I sneaked around to the windows, one at a time, until I found them in a bedroom.
What I saw was so shocking that I only have a vague impression instead of the vivid images from just prior. I can still see the shirt Timmy was wearing as they washed his car, and which pair of cut-off jeans shorts he had on, and the color of the man's shirt and slacks and his hair, and the car and may other details - but what I saw through that window is only a kind of impression.
Timmy and the man were naked, and drying each other off. And they both had boners. I don't remember seeing the man's pubic hair, or other body hair, or any details. I only remember seeing them naked, erect, and drying each other off.
But I can clearly remember the image of them as they sat down on the bed and grabbed each other's erections. The man's seemed impossibly big. Timmy's hand barely covered half of it, and the man's hand was far bigger than Timmy's boner. Then I saw Timmy's expression. Instead of the fear or horror I expected, he was smiling really big, and he looked like he was having a good time!