Challenged
Chapter 01
WARNING: this story contains sexual content, and contact between young boys. If the subject matter offends you, is not to your tastes, or if you are under legal age for your area, then find something else to read. In the following story all names and events are completely fictional. Although I may mention specific locations, places, or persons any resemblance to said people, locations, or places is completely unintentional.
MY STORIES: Thus my writings are just mere documentations of the many variations of wild and frantic fantasies that they might join in to experience those pursuits that most satisfy this new procreative drive. Like, rather than a story of Huck Finn, how ‘bout one of a naked Peter Pan? Imagine that one. And maybe some of these situations might awaken similar experiences the reader has had too.
Have fun, here we go!
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On the first day of my grade 7 class in my new school, I was a little anxious, as you would expect for a newbie who’s a little on the shy side. Everyone gave me the once over as I nervously headed to the seat at the back the teacher had pointed me to.
Beside it was a large space with a special desk for the boy in a wheelchair, and when he looked up at me, my jaw dropped, and my heart skipped a beat. He was so drop dead cute, like Justin Beiber but with glasses. My favorite singer! Boy did my heart skip a beat as my mouth went dry and I was like, really at a loss for words as I stared.
He furled his brow, frowning, and I suddenly realized that I was staring at him, and realized he must get this a lot with the wheelchair bit. So I quickly shook my head, “Oh… sorry, how rude of me. But I just can’t believe you… (Think quick dummy) … loo… look so much like my cousin Justin!” Whew, close one.
Then to break the moment, I shot my fist out, "Hey! I'm Breton, but my friends call me Brett!"
It took him by surprise as he looked at my fist, and hesitated, then acknowledged me with a warm smile, his blue eyes sparkling under his blond bangs, and stuck out his fist and bumped mine. "Ah... yeah, hey! And I'm... Winfred! Winfred the Third according to mother, but I like Winn because I'm one cool dude and you, you can call me Sir Winn…" then scowled at me.
What? I froze and my smile turned to a frown. Something wrong with this dude? Then he giggled and banged his hand on the arm of his chair as he shot me a wide, cheek dimpling grin.
Shit! Then I started to chuckle, “Ya got me!” and grinned back at him, fisted again and took my seat.
Morning was fairly uneventful and at lunchtime I went out to the yard and introduced myself to the other boys and joined them for lunch. When we finished, I started kicking the soccer ball around with them. Luckily I was accepted quite readily, having some natural athletic ability.
I noticed my new neighbour had wheeled himself over to the side and was slowly eating his lunch alone as he watched us kick the ball around. He was laughing to himself off and on and, as I was started to be getting used, an even that pounding on the chair arms when somebody did something good or silly.
Besides cute and funny, I also found him quite interesting too. I didn't get a chance to talk to him much in the room, and in spite of my usual shyness, I sauntered over and stood before him and pointed to the bench beside him, "Mind if I join you?"
As he stared up me, his look turned serious again, "Not at all, just take a number and wait in line…" and paused, then laughed at my confused expression and pounded the chair arms again.
“K. You got me again. But you better watch out, just wait, your turn is coming” I returned sternly, and he paused, then smiled and fired back, “K you win then. How much is protection gonna cost me?” Jeezus! When his eyes dropped down, I noticed them pausing on my shorts momentarily as I took my seat on the bench. Hmm…
Actually, I was starting to enjoy his bantering. He settled down and became a little more serious, maybe wanting some conciliation, "So you're new to the school, how do you like it so far?"
"Well, it was okay till the teacher made me sit beside you..." and then it was my turn to scowl at him.
Great! It caught him off-guard. So now it was his turn to look surprised, and he frowned, a little panicky till I added, "Gotcha back! Finally!” and stuck my fist out and he laughed, and bumped. “Actually it's been… like… great meeting you!" I was quickly taking a liking to him more all the time, which is a little unusual for me as I’m a little on the shy side and a bit of a loner. Very few close friends because my mom and I moved a lot.
We relaxed and chatted a bit, you know, our likes, our pet peeves, favorite tunes, all the usual boy stuff. He offered to share the big bag chips he had, and when he was putting a couple chips in his mouth, one broke and a piece fell down on his lap. When I looked down, it had landed on the large bulge down the left pantleg, one that I had noticed a bit before, but didn’t want to make it obvious. So the chip was a good excuse now to stare at it up close. Holy cow!
He caught me staring down, my brows raised slightly and when I looked back up at him, we both blushed a little and stared at each other for a couple uncomfortable moments. I was filling up with some of the new feelings I had been experiencing, some strong urges too as I analyzed the situation. In his blue eyes, I detected possibly the same thing and the strong impulse overcame me so I took the chance and reached down for the chip. I straddled the piece with my thumb and forefinger and pressed them hard on the swelling, paused a moment with the chip between them, then picked the chip up and tossed it in my mouth, all the while grinning at him. All in now… hoping for the best.
Being a little stunned for a moment, as he digested what had just happened, he then smiled and dropped another one! Whoa! I gulped as my heart beat harder in anticipation. So just to confirm his acceptance, this time when I reached it I not only gave it a couple harder squeezes, but when I went to put it in my mouth, I dropped it on my own expanding bulge. Battle of the Bulges?
My heart sank when he glared and looked disappointed. Then he relaxed and grinned, “Oh Bretty, you are sooo… sloppy!” and reached down and squeezed mine three times before he took the chip off! Greaattt!
Wow, this was happening awful fast! But I was relieved now that I had taken the chance and happy we were on the same page too. His eyes were sparkling as we did another one, and he pinched along mine a couple times, “Jeez Bretty, I’d like to share the bag on us. But I think we better stop.”
We liked this so much and he wanted to stop? I was confused as he banged his hand on the arm of his wheelchair, looked down at his swelling bulge, then at mine, and pinched it as he laughed, “I know you’re into finishing the bag that way with me Bretty, but you have to walk in with that thing and I’m seated as I drive in. Thank god for wheelchairs!”
Damn, always a step ahead of me, but glad this time. That little lap dance broke the ice, and it helped me out in trying to decide if I was gay or not, and to see if he hopefully was. Something I had been struggling with since it was discussed in our sex ed classes. I had taken a lot of interest in other boys recently and in particular the equipment they were carrying, and this was my first move on anyone. I had never kinda, ‘clicked’ with anyone else. This was a test I guess you could say.
It really didn’t matter if he was or not now, as I considered him a friend now anyways. And hopefully maybe a BFF with his fantastic sense of humour. And, he had also just given me a nic, something real buds do and I’d never had one.
We continued chatting till the bell rang to go back inside. Both of us looked down, then smiled at each other, nodding confirmation that all evidence had melted away. He started to wheel himself up the long ramp by the stairs and I asked him if he wanted me to help.
"Oh no… no, that's OK thanks, I'm used to this," he replied, asserting his independence. Then he rolled the chair back and forth, and on the next hard roll back, he held the wheels steady as he threw his body back and the front wheels lifted off the ground! Damn, he did a wheelie! Then he stayed balanced up! He grinned proudly and as I thumbed him up, and a couple guys carrying the soccer ball cheered him too. He blushed.
Wow! That's when I noticed the large muscles in his arms then, not to be outdone, as they started to drop the wheels down, his arms quickly jerked the wheels forward making them squeak slightly!
Hot Damn! I shook my head, "Show off… Wheelie Boy!” His eyes lit up at that nic. And when I added, “You’re the BEST!” the look of pride on his face made me a little watery eyed and we were a happy couple of kinda real friends now as we headed back to the room.
We took our places back in the classroom and I had noticed before that he didn’t seem to partake in the usual shenanigans in a grade 7 class. Like a little left out, laughing to himself. But now he was quite bright as he started answering more questions and would glance at me occasionally seeking approval. Brothers in arms?
Classes ended and I walked with him to the sidewalk where a handicapped van was waiting and watched as he rolled onto the lift.
He spun around with a big grin on his face, and waved, "It was really great today! See you tomorrow Bretty?" I smiled and gave him a thumbs up, “For sure Winnie” and he nodded agreement to his new nic.
I headed home feeling quite good too. I have never had a close friend before and they are very important when you are 13, well 13 ½ now. And you know how important a ½ year is when you are that age. Just like a ½“ on your dick is too…
He was so full of energy with his warm smile, his swag of blond hair, so cute too, and making me tingle, you know where. His muscular arms were so strong they detracted from his legs which I knew mustn’t work. But since he always wore slacks, didn’t know what they were like, all ‘three’ of them now. Lol.
I was really looking forward to seeing him the next day. In bed that night when I wrapped my fist around buddyboy for his anxious workout, I focused on one of the usual phys ed fantasies like the boner Reggie in our phys ed class tried to hide when it popped as he changed. Now Winnie’s mystery bulge and the imaginary contents it carried kept mixing in with it and with those entwining cock images, I finally pinched my ass cheeks harder and let loose a much larger and enjoyable tummy shot.
The next morning I went to school early and waited for the Transit bus. When it pulled up and dropped the lift, Winnie rolled off and raised his eyebrows, grinning when he saw me "Bretty! Hey! Good morning!" his voice reflecting his excitement.
While I walked with him as he rolled himself up the ramp, he talked about a show on TV and a site he found last night on his computer. We had our morning classes and over the noon hour we sat together again and chatted, well he rattled on, obviously never having had anyone to talk to. He actually was very smart and animated, still punctuating his comments by slapping the arm on his wheelchair when he laughed.
In the afternoon, we had phys. ed. class and he parked by the edge of the field as we played some soccer. When I came to talk to him in my soccer shorts, he glanced a little longer at my basket, which I was filling quite well recently, and when he saw me catch him looking, he giggled.
I felt good, because I had been looking down, still curious as to what he was carrying too. We went back to our room and he seemed a little quiet.
At the end of class I joined him and tussled his hair and said, "See you tomorrow Wheelie Boy!" and he smiled in relief and replied, "For sure, Bretty Boy!"
That night, when I focused on Hoss from my old class this time for my nocturnal ablution, I enhanced it by including Wheelie’s mystery basket too. Hoss was a show-off, always getting completely naked when he changed and would put his hands behind his head and buck his hips making his ‘hoss’ dick flop. The blend of these fantasies made for an even better bellybutton puddle.
Being a little late the next morning, I missed the van and when I went to my seat, he smiled with those sparkling eyes and I give him a high five and sat down. The morning was uneventful and at noon I went out with him to eat lunch again. I could tell he felt good about having someone to talk to again and he chatted rapidly while we ate. I didn’t mind because he was so smart and could talk about so many interesting things.
There was a spare soccer ball in front of us, and I went over and grabbed it and tossed it to him. It startled him and he threw his hands up, more to protect himself, so he missed it as it bounced back to me.
"Hey dude, always be prepared!" I threw it back and he reached up and grabbed it.
"Now that's better, toss it back."
He smiled and tossed it back, and I didn’t anticipate the strength in his arms as he fired it at me and it smacked into my hands. "Whoa you have quite a throw! ", and I tossed it back. When I think back, I do have to chuckle, it was the first time we tossed each other.
We had fun playing catch, the first time for him obviously, and went back to class when the bell rang. He participated in a lot of the class questions now, being very quick and when the day ended, I went with him to meet the Transit. We talked while we waited, and he seemed a little nervous.
"Here comes the van Brett, would you like to..." and looked away a little embarrassed, then turned back, "...like maybe come back to my place for a while instead of going home? I can show you my computer!"
I was happily surprised and didn’t hesitate, "Oh yeah, for sure, that sounds like fun! I'll call my mom from your place."
That made him really relieved and excited and when the van came, I pushed him onto the lift, and he didn't complain about it now.
"Bill, this is my new friend Brett. He's going back to my place with me." he said beaming at the driver.
When Bill turned to me, he frowned, “Hope you got insurance Brett!” and I was a little surprised when Winn slapped the air at him and stuck his tongue out. I could see now where he practices his bantering.
It was kinda fun as I sat on the bench while Winnie locked his chair on the floor, and enjoyed the ride. We got out at his place and I pushed him up the ramp beside his stairs. He pressed a button to open the door and we met his mom.
"Hi Mom, this is my new friend Brett from school!" he said proudly, and she greeted me with a broad smile, obviously happy that he brought a friend home. Likely his first.
He rolled into his room and took me on a tour, showing me his bathroom with the bars to help him on to the toilet, the bench in the tub he could sit on, and the low bed he could roll onto and shelf for his books and stereo system. His computer desk beside it had two notches in it that allowed him to slide in on his wheelchair.
He had a lot of books on that shelf, quite diversified and he actually put a jazz CD on. He rolled over to the computer and I stood beside the chair as he showed some sites he liked. His elbows were on the chair’s arms so when one interesting item came up on the screen, I turned to him and as I leaned over to point to it, I made my bulge press on the elbow that was resting on the arm.
He hesitated on the keyboard and didn’t move the elbow, so I slowly rubbed back and forth on it a few times, then he giggled, “You better bring a chair from over there, I’m having a hard time typing.” When I gave it another rub, he reached over with his other hand and squeezed it, “Hey, maybe I can use it for a mouse!”
That got me laughing as I fetched the chair and he was squirming a bit as he stared at my offending bump when I slid the chair over against his wheel and sat down
I wasn’t too computer savvy so I watched him play a video game. He told me to try and had me pick up the other controller. It wasn’t too difficult and when I did one fancy move, he said, “Great! You’re getting good Bretty!” and patted my knee. He paused and left it there, then squeezed, then started moving further up my thigh, then looked at me questioningly, “Oh! Let’s try the mouse! K?”
I grinned back, “Thought you’d never ask!”
He brightened up and I spread my knees and he squeezed further up to the mouse and I was rock hard. And it felt sooo good…
I smiled at him and he nodded. He always wore long pants and I couldn’t tell what his legs were like, but it looked like they might be pretty thin so when I put my hand on his leg, it was indeed quite thin. I don’t know if anyone had ever felt it before, but I squeezed it as if nothing was wrong. He tensed at first and then became more comfortable while I started squeezing up and he said, “I can’t spread them. It may be easier for me to find your mouse if you do it.”
I joined in giggling with him as I spread his sticks then worked my way up and found the mouse. Man, and what a handful! Not a mouse but a fucking rat! A marble rat too.
We sat very quiet, our minds and hormones racing as our feelings for each other grew as fast as our mices (?) were. I broke the silence with a giggle, “Not fair. You have a pair in there!” That got him so he then squeezed my leg, “But you got nice legs” And I fired back, “And you make up for it because you have three! No Four!”
We were happy, finally and boldly enjoying each other’s growing interest in our fingers, and I don’t know about him, but I was seriously leaking. Luckily we were faced away from the door, because his mom popped her head in to tell us it was suppertime. Shit! When I stood he stared at my bulging crotch in front of his face and he punched it with a fingertip and giggled, “Guess I better give you a book, like at school, to cover your problem, your Mousekateer!”
He recognized the panic on my face and as usual was quick, rolling over to his shelf, hesitated, then over to his drawers and tossed me a long Lakers T-shirt and I put it on, as he did the same with a Boston one he carried back.
We went out to the kitchen for supper, and she was so happy that he had a friend with him and had gone out of her way to make sure everything was okay for his new friend. Two hamburgers, double fries, two chocolate milks and three scoops of strawberry ice cream, each! All my favorites too. When she was over at the fridge, I leaned to Winn and whispered, “Takes a lot to keep the mice fattened up!” and he almost sprayed me in chocolate milk!
She looked at our shirts, a little curious, and he picked up on it, “Oh ya, we were playing a game so put on our team’s shirt to play. The game was hard and we got stiff after a while playing with each other”
Bitch! Jeez, it was my time to choke and turn red as a beet while he just giggled looking down at the table. Good thing she didn’t speak our language.
We went back to his room and before I sat down, he had me stand in front of him so my crotch was eye level and as he ran his fingers over and pinched, he said, “Oh man I have always been so intrigued with your mouse. I can hardly wait…”
I sat and we were now very comfortable as we enjoyed playing the computer games with each other’s mouse in hand. Because of the possibility of his mom popping in again, we couldn’t consider waving our naked cocks in each other’s face as much as I wanted to and knew he was ready to also.
At one point he banged down on my rock hard boner, “Jeez, did you swipe that cucumber out of the fridge?” and giggled as he pinched his way down to my knob.
Returning the favour, I pinched down, and down, and holy shit, it went under! Tingle, tingle, I thought I was gonna start leaking and when I was at where I thought his knob was, I glowered at him, “Biotch, not fair!” and he frowned, “Your mouse is wearing a big helmet in there!” and that really broke him up.
Damn it was time to go, so I stood, “Shoot, time to split, gotta have a squirt first”
He pointed to the door of the adjoining washroom, so I made a point of leaving the door open and continued to talk to him as I approached the toilet. I turned back to him, pulled the bottom of my shirt up and tucked it under my chin to hold it up. When I started working my shorts and briefs down together, my hard woody caught on the waistbands, and when it slipped off, it flipped straight up. I continued talking like this was an everyday affair, slid the hoody back, fondled my danglers and he was wide eyed when I put my hands on my naked hips, and turned to the toilet. I adjusted to my experienced distance from it, and pissed a perfect arc up and into the target bowl. Hands free! Lotsa practices pay off, right?
He laughed as he pounded the arms, then clapped! When I finished, I didn’t shake, just bobbed a few drops off and left it up as I pulled my shorts up over it, dropped the shirt and went out and stood in front of him. He lifted the bottom of the long t-shirt and shook his head as he slowly ran his palm up and down on my unrighteous member, “Oh Bretty, Bretty. So… nice, so hard… so big… It’s gonna be so great to replay him doing the one thing he just did, but I’ll be imagining about the other better one he can do as I work wonders on own my raging rod. And it’s good you are wearing that shirt home over the evidence” and dropped it back down.
This was all happening so fast, I couldn’t believe I’d just done it. I’m usually too shy to be even naked in front of other boys, but here I am, half naked and pissing out my boner in front of one. I guess Winnie just brings out the horny teen boy in me.
He wheeled out with me and I went over to his mom on the couch, “I’d just like to thank you for the excellent meal ma’am,” and rubbed my stomach,’ and it’s a good thing I’m wearing this shirt so you can’t see the bulge.”
Shit, I was able to keep a straight face, but poor ol’ Winn, his head dropped down as he stifled a gag and when his mom quickly turns to him he just kept his head down and waved his hand away, “I’m… I’m okay, just nothing…”
And it was a good thing I did have a cover-up. She stood up beaming at my politeness, gave me a quick token hug, "Oh that was nothing, but please come back anytime and I'll make a real meal!"
Time for more final parting payback, “Oh I hope to, Wendell said he has something more he wants to show me. It’s a lot bigger than the one I have, he wants to get it up for me too!”
She looked a little confused and he cough/gagged slightly this time and I winked at him. I knew she wouldn’t understand the innuendos.
She was so happy for Winnie to finally have a new friend. He wheeled to the door with me and I tussled his hair and said, "See you tomorrow Wendy Buddy ", and he shook his head as he grinned, “You just wait, just wait, I got your number now.” We knuckled and he sat in the doorway watching till I disappeared down the street to catch the bus.
Boy did I ever cover my stomach with a salvo of cummwads that night, imaging and exaggerating Winn’s third leg. I’d never got it on with another boy, I mean ‘big’ boy. My young neighbor Floyd likes our hot tub, and the first time we got in it, he wondered if he could ‘crank’ my cock like he does his cousin. So it’s a ritual every time now, but his dick is just a long needle and when I do him, he flops around in the water like a fish on a hook but he still just pumps air.
That morning ball buster was bigger with a better spew than usual so I no longer had to concentrate Reggie’s or Hoss’s cocks since my fingers helped me to fantasize Winnie’s big cock. Oh boy, gonna be a real winner for me. Yes!
I hurried to school, anxious to see him again and he was just getting off the van and was quite radiant when he saw me. He checked my no longer imaginary junk closely, then -gave me that big smile of his and waved, so I joined him and walked into our room. No one paid much attention to us as they were used to him being in a wheelchair and quiet. But they still gave me the occasional glance, maybe not being a newbie, but maybe wondering what I was doing, hanging with him, the ‘cripple’, you know. Kids can be mean.
At one point he did a few air jerks with both hands under his desk, held up three fingers and nodded as he smiled questioningly. I nodded and held up two and he pouted.
Anyhow at noon we went to the gymnasium to toss some hoops, and I practiced throwing and chasing the basketball, liking it but not good enough for the team.
He got quite excited when I got a basket and would throw his head back and clap, then it dawned on me that he might want to try, so I tossed the ball at him and he looked surprised when he caught it first time.
"Dude, try a shot!” He looked a bit confused. I waved him up so he wheeled up a little closer to the free throw line and fired a shot which missed the net but actually hit the backboard! I knew how strong his arms were from rolling his chair.
Waving my clenched fist, I yelled at him, "Kewl! Close! Now try it again!"
When I fired it at him he caught it again, no problem. He grinned and hot-dogged, bouncing the ball twice beside the chair, then took his time as he sized up the net and fired at it, this time it hit the backboard and bounced off the rim!
As it rolled to the side, I grabbed it, walked back over and teased him, "Hey Biotch, that was close! Now put it in or you're toast!"
He got serious now when I tossed him the ball, then, after bouncing the ball on one side then the other, he put it in his lap and rolled his chair back and forth, sizing up the distance to the net like a pro.
Squinting through his glasses, he stopped, grabbed the ball, moved it up and down again, then held it up, moved it back and forth a couple times, then fired with one hand and it fucking went in!
He spun the chair around a couple times then punched both fists in the air as he threw his head back yelling, "Yesss! Yesss!"
I went over and gave him a high five with both hands and said, "BIOTCH! Look out Michael Jordan! Wicked Wheelie Winnie is on your tail! "
He was so overjoyed as he threw his head back laughing while he banged the arms of his chair. I tossed him the ball and he tried another one, and missed. He deflated a bit, a little depressed, so I tossed it to him again, “So that last one was just a lucky shot Biotch?
I knew it was important that he now needed to do it again, a challenge, “Biotch! Bet you can’t do it again. If you sink it, I’ll eat the whole bag of chips that you spill on your lap!”
He looked confused for just a moment, then broke out in a sly grin as he figured it out, and with more determination now, banged the ball a couple times on his bulge. That big bulge that a bulge cruiser like me was intrigued by.
The next one was close, but he missed it too. He bit his lips and got and even more determined look on his face, tossed it and it sank! I tossed him the ball and he scowled at me as he did three bulge ball bounces this time. After 2 more misses, he did another dunk and smiled like a 25 cent whore at me as he bulge bounced again. Then a bunch of boys came in to play pickup.
Winnie watched, more interested now as he seriously studied their shots. When we went back to our class, he was really talkative, having done something we others do so easily, something he never thought he would ever do, and feeling more like one of the ‘boys’. His other ‘difference’ just starting to pale a bit, the herding instinct developing instead.
At the end of our classes we went to his van and Bill saw that Winnie was quite animated and gave me a high five and said "Is he giving you any trouble? Let me know and I'll give him a flat tire!"
Chuckling, I looked at Winnie, then leaned over with my hand beside my mouth and in a conspiratorial voice, pretending to whisper to Bill, but loud enough for Winnie to hear, “Don’t ask him about sinking baskets, he’ll never stop bragging.”
Winnie grinned and gave me a slap on the ass as he rolled by me and up into the van, muttering my favorite expression, "Biotch!"
That night, I went down to the sports store and bought a used basketball for a couple of bucks and put his name on it with a marker then got my old gym bag and put in one of my old jockstraps which I also put his name on for a lark.
As I stripped for bed, I was hard by the time I dropped down and my naked back hit the sheets. My aching pet was excited, bobbing away in anticipation of his usual nocturnal attention. As I defrocked his head and worked him up with some pre-cum caressing, I realized how much I was really looking forward to seeing Winn again. And preferably naked.
I started replaying back to my first touch, my first touch of someone else’s. Then the pinch, then pinching down his snake, so hard, so long, how long, wondering if that third leg of my Wheelie Boy really did make up for his spindly other two?
Then the first feel of the side of his hand, the first I`d been touched too, then his exploring pinches on me…
That`s it. So much for the warm-up, time to get to the heavy lifting! I cupped my balls and started thrashing away, imagining him doing the same. Boy it didn’t take long before I gasp/gagged, dug my heels into the bed and arched my bare ass off the bed as a total rush shuddered through me. Good Ol’ Faithful did his nightly job of spurting his streamers of spunk all over my stomach. Ah… release, ain’t it bliss? You remember, right?
I dropped back down and relaxed, catching my breath, breathing deep. Ol’ Faithful too, had collapsed, worn out, and sadly weeping, with the last few dregs of jizm oozing out the pucker of the now retreated headcover. I decided to leave the crusting memory of Winnie smeared all over my tummy and, and started to drift into a deep sleep… sleep… a dream… a fantasy…
…and he was in his chair, knees spread wide as I looked down at that huge mystery of a growing bulge, straining in the denim. And the denim suddenly started to tear, slowly being ripped open by the large cloaked cockhead. It sprang up through the tear, the tiny pink lips peeking out the tight hoody on the end, smacking. The long swollen pillar of muscle that it topped was vibrating in its freedom in the open now. I reached down and wrapped both fists around that thick throbbing monster, squeezed the outer skin, and slid it down, unfurling the huge, glistening and mouth-watering ruby. A large swollen pink bag had also been oozing out the bottom of the tear too, then suddenly tumbled out, the softball sized spunk spheres now lying on the chair seat…
…and I was just in a jockstrap, and when I started riding my fists on that thick mace under its glistening crown, I felt something on mine. I glanced down and my own cockhead, hoody back, was in his fingertips! He was pulling it out the side of the pouch! And suddenly my hard shaft and balls popped out behind it and he started tossing me! Shit! So I furiously started to wank his wicked wang too as he slapped the arm of his chair with his other fist, laughing… laughing… laughing…
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End of Chapter One
TBC: Bonding begins with Winnie’s first sports venture and his first sleepover. And the usual shenanigans that all teenboppers participate in will introduce him to the first of the many normal and carnal delights that awaken in all developing adolescent minds and bodies.
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MY STORIES: Thus my writings are just mere documentations of the many variations of wild and frantic fantasies that they might join in to experience those pursuits that most satisfy this new procreative drive. Like, rather than a story of Huck Finn, how ‘bout one of a naked Peter Pan? Imagine that one. And maybe some of these situations might awaken similar experiences the reader has had too.
Have fun, here we go!
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On the first day of my grade 7 class in my new school, I was a little anxious, as you would expect for a newbie who’s a little on the shy side. Everyone gave me the once over as I nervously headed to the seat at the back the teacher had pointed me to.
Beside it was a large space with a special desk for the boy in a wheelchair, and when he looked up at me, my jaw dropped, and my heart skipped a beat. He was so drop dead cute, like Justin Beiber but with glasses. My favorite singer! Boy did my heart skip a beat as my mouth went dry and I was like, really at a loss for words as I stared.
He furled his brow, frowning, and I suddenly realized that I was staring at him, and realized he must get this a lot with the wheelchair bit. So I quickly shook my head, “Oh… sorry, how rude of me. But I just can’t believe you… (Think quick dummy) … loo… look so much like my cousin Justin!” Whew, close one.
Then to break the moment, I shot my fist out, "Hey! I'm Breton, but my friends call me Brett!"
It took him by surprise as he looked at my fist, and hesitated, then acknowledged me with a warm smile, his blue eyes sparkling under his blond bangs, and stuck out his fist and bumped mine. "Ah... yeah, hey! And I'm... Winfred! Winfred the Third according to mother, but I like Winn because I'm one cool dude and you, you can call me Sir Winn…" then scowled at me.
What? I froze and my smile turned to a frown. Something wrong with this dude? Then he giggled and banged his hand on the arm of his chair as he shot me a wide, cheek dimpling grin.
Shit! Then I started to chuckle, “Ya got me!” and grinned back at him, fisted again and took my seat.
Morning was fairly uneventful and at lunchtime I went out to the yard and introduced myself to the other boys and joined them for lunch. When we finished, I started kicking the soccer ball around with them. Luckily I was accepted quite readily, having some natural athletic ability.
I noticed my new neighbour had wheeled himself over to the side and was slowly eating his lunch alone as he watched us kick the ball around. He was laughing to himself off and on and, as I was started to be getting used, an even that pounding on the chair arms when somebody did something good or silly.
Besides cute and funny, I also found him quite interesting too. I didn't get a chance to talk to him much in the room, and in spite of my usual shyness, I sauntered over and stood before him and pointed to the bench beside him, "Mind if I join you?"
As he stared up me, his look turned serious again, "Not at all, just take a number and wait in line…" and paused, then laughed at my confused expression and pounded the chair arms again.
“K. You got me again. But you better watch out, just wait, your turn is coming” I returned sternly, and he paused, then smiled and fired back, “K you win then. How much is protection gonna cost me?” Jeezus! When his eyes dropped down, I noticed them pausing on my shorts momentarily as I took my seat on the bench. Hmm…
Actually, I was starting to enjoy his bantering. He settled down and became a little more serious, maybe wanting some conciliation, "So you're new to the school, how do you like it so far?"
"Well, it was okay till the teacher made me sit beside you..." and then it was my turn to scowl at him.
Great! It caught him off-guard. So now it was his turn to look surprised, and he frowned, a little panicky till I added, "Gotcha back! Finally!” and stuck my fist out and he laughed, and bumped. “Actually it's been… like… great meeting you!" I was quickly taking a liking to him more all the time, which is a little unusual for me as I’m a little on the shy side and a bit of a loner. Very few close friends because my mom and I moved a lot.
We relaxed and chatted a bit, you know, our likes, our pet peeves, favorite tunes, all the usual boy stuff. He offered to share the big bag chips he had, and when he was putting a couple chips in his mouth, one broke and a piece fell down on his lap. When I looked down, it had landed on the large bulge down the left pantleg, one that I had noticed a bit before, but didn’t want to make it obvious. So the chip was a good excuse now to stare at it up close. Holy cow!
He caught me staring down, my brows raised slightly and when I looked back up at him, we both blushed a little and stared at each other for a couple uncomfortable moments. I was filling up with some of the new feelings I had been experiencing, some strong urges too as I analyzed the situation. In his blue eyes, I detected possibly the same thing and the strong impulse overcame me so I took the chance and reached down for the chip. I straddled the piece with my thumb and forefinger and pressed them hard on the swelling, paused a moment with the chip between them, then picked the chip up and tossed it in my mouth, all the while grinning at him. All in now… hoping for the best.
Being a little stunned for a moment, as he digested what had just happened, he then smiled and dropped another one! Whoa! I gulped as my heart beat harder in anticipation. So just to confirm his acceptance, this time when I reached it I not only gave it a couple harder squeezes, but when I went to put it in my mouth, I dropped it on my own expanding bulge. Battle of the Bulges?
My heart sank when he glared and looked disappointed. Then he relaxed and grinned, “Oh Bretty, you are sooo… sloppy!” and reached down and squeezed mine three times before he took the chip off! Greaattt!
Wow, this was happening awful fast! But I was relieved now that I had taken the chance and happy we were on the same page too. His eyes were sparkling as we did another one, and he pinched along mine a couple times, “Jeez Bretty, I’d like to share the bag on us. But I think we better stop.”
We liked this so much and he wanted to stop? I was confused as he banged his hand on the arm of his wheelchair, looked down at his swelling bulge, then at mine, and pinched it as he laughed, “I know you’re into finishing the bag that way with me Bretty, but you have to walk in with that thing and I’m seated as I drive in. Thank god for wheelchairs!”
Damn, always a step ahead of me, but glad this time. That little lap dance broke the ice, and it helped me out in trying to decide if I was gay or not, and to see if he hopefully was. Something I had been struggling with since it was discussed in our sex ed classes. I had taken a lot of interest in other boys recently and in particular the equipment they were carrying, and this was my first move on anyone. I had never kinda, ‘clicked’ with anyone else. This was a test I guess you could say.
It really didn’t matter if he was or not now, as I considered him a friend now anyways. And hopefully maybe a BFF with his fantastic sense of humour. And, he had also just given me a nic, something real buds do and I’d never had one.
We continued chatting till the bell rang to go back inside. Both of us looked down, then smiled at each other, nodding confirmation that all evidence had melted away. He started to wheel himself up the long ramp by the stairs and I asked him if he wanted me to help.
"Oh no… no, that's OK thanks, I'm used to this," he replied, asserting his independence. Then he rolled the chair back and forth, and on the next hard roll back, he held the wheels steady as he threw his body back and the front wheels lifted off the ground! Damn, he did a wheelie! Then he stayed balanced up! He grinned proudly and as I thumbed him up, and a couple guys carrying the soccer ball cheered him too. He blushed.
Wow! That's when I noticed the large muscles in his arms then, not to be outdone, as they started to drop the wheels down, his arms quickly jerked the wheels forward making them squeak slightly!
Hot Damn! I shook my head, "Show off… Wheelie Boy!” His eyes lit up at that nic. And when I added, “You’re the BEST!” the look of pride on his face made me a little watery eyed and we were a happy couple of kinda real friends now as we headed back to the room.
We took our places back in the classroom and I had noticed before that he didn’t seem to partake in the usual shenanigans in a grade 7 class. Like a little left out, laughing to himself. But now he was quite bright as he started answering more questions and would glance at me occasionally seeking approval. Brothers in arms?
Classes ended and I walked with him to the sidewalk where a handicapped van was waiting and watched as he rolled onto the lift.
He spun around with a big grin on his face, and waved, "It was really great today! See you tomorrow Bretty?" I smiled and gave him a thumbs up, “For sure Winnie” and he nodded agreement to his new nic.
I headed home feeling quite good too. I have never had a close friend before and they are very important when you are 13, well 13 ½ now. And you know how important a ½ year is when you are that age. Just like a ½“ on your dick is too…
He was so full of energy with his warm smile, his swag of blond hair, so cute too, and making me tingle, you know where. His muscular arms were so strong they detracted from his legs which I knew mustn’t work. But since he always wore slacks, didn’t know what they were like, all ‘three’ of them now. Lol.
I was really looking forward to seeing him the next day. In bed that night when I wrapped my fist around buddyboy for his anxious workout, I focused on one of the usual phys ed fantasies like the boner Reggie in our phys ed class tried to hide when it popped as he changed. Now Winnie’s mystery bulge and the imaginary contents it carried kept mixing in with it and with those entwining cock images, I finally pinched my ass cheeks harder and let loose a much larger and enjoyable tummy shot.
The next morning I went to school early and waited for the Transit bus. When it pulled up and dropped the lift, Winnie rolled off and raised his eyebrows, grinning when he saw me "Bretty! Hey! Good morning!" his voice reflecting his excitement.
While I walked with him as he rolled himself up the ramp, he talked about a show on TV and a site he found last night on his computer. We had our morning classes and over the noon hour we sat together again and chatted, well he rattled on, obviously never having had anyone to talk to. He actually was very smart and animated, still punctuating his comments by slapping the arm on his wheelchair when he laughed.
In the afternoon, we had phys. ed. class and he parked by the edge of the field as we played some soccer. When I came to talk to him in my soccer shorts, he glanced a little longer at my basket, which I was filling quite well recently, and when he saw me catch him looking, he giggled.
I felt good, because I had been looking down, still curious as to what he was carrying too. We went back to our room and he seemed a little quiet.
At the end of class I joined him and tussled his hair and said, "See you tomorrow Wheelie Boy!" and he smiled in relief and replied, "For sure, Bretty Boy!"
That night, when I focused on Hoss from my old class this time for my nocturnal ablution, I enhanced it by including Wheelie’s mystery basket too. Hoss was a show-off, always getting completely naked when he changed and would put his hands behind his head and buck his hips making his ‘hoss’ dick flop. The blend of these fantasies made for an even better bellybutton puddle.
Being a little late the next morning, I missed the van and when I went to my seat, he smiled with those sparkling eyes and I give him a high five and sat down. The morning was uneventful and at noon I went out with him to eat lunch again. I could tell he felt good about having someone to talk to again and he chatted rapidly while we ate. I didn’t mind because he was so smart and could talk about so many interesting things.
There was a spare soccer ball in front of us, and I went over and grabbed it and tossed it to him. It startled him and he threw his hands up, more to protect himself, so he missed it as it bounced back to me.
"Hey dude, always be prepared!" I threw it back and he reached up and grabbed it.
"Now that's better, toss it back."
He smiled and tossed it back, and I didn’t anticipate the strength in his arms as he fired it at me and it smacked into my hands. "Whoa you have quite a throw! ", and I tossed it back. When I think back, I do have to chuckle, it was the first time we tossed each other.
We had fun playing catch, the first time for him obviously, and went back to class when the bell rang. He participated in a lot of the class questions now, being very quick and when the day ended, I went with him to meet the Transit. We talked while we waited, and he seemed a little nervous.
"Here comes the van Brett, would you like to..." and looked away a little embarrassed, then turned back, "...like maybe come back to my place for a while instead of going home? I can show you my computer!"
I was happily surprised and didn’t hesitate, "Oh yeah, for sure, that sounds like fun! I'll call my mom from your place."
That made him really relieved and excited and when the van came, I pushed him onto the lift, and he didn't complain about it now.
"Bill, this is my new friend Brett. He's going back to my place with me." he said beaming at the driver.
When Bill turned to me, he frowned, “Hope you got insurance Brett!” and I was a little surprised when Winn slapped the air at him and stuck his tongue out. I could see now where he practices his bantering.
It was kinda fun as I sat on the bench while Winnie locked his chair on the floor, and enjoyed the ride. We got out at his place and I pushed him up the ramp beside his stairs. He pressed a button to open the door and we met his mom.
"Hi Mom, this is my new friend Brett from school!" he said proudly, and she greeted me with a broad smile, obviously happy that he brought a friend home. Likely his first.
He rolled into his room and took me on a tour, showing me his bathroom with the bars to help him on to the toilet, the bench in the tub he could sit on, and the low bed he could roll onto and shelf for his books and stereo system. His computer desk beside it had two notches in it that allowed him to slide in on his wheelchair.
He had a lot of books on that shelf, quite diversified and he actually put a jazz CD on. He rolled over to the computer and I stood beside the chair as he showed some sites he liked. His elbows were on the chair’s arms so when one interesting item came up on the screen, I turned to him and as I leaned over to point to it, I made my bulge press on the elbow that was resting on the arm.
He hesitated on the keyboard and didn’t move the elbow, so I slowly rubbed back and forth on it a few times, then he giggled, “You better bring a chair from over there, I’m having a hard time typing.” When I gave it another rub, he reached over with his other hand and squeezed it, “Hey, maybe I can use it for a mouse!”
That got me laughing as I fetched the chair and he was squirming a bit as he stared at my offending bump when I slid the chair over against his wheel and sat down
I wasn’t too computer savvy so I watched him play a video game. He told me to try and had me pick up the other controller. It wasn’t too difficult and when I did one fancy move, he said, “Great! You’re getting good Bretty!” and patted my knee. He paused and left it there, then squeezed, then started moving further up my thigh, then looked at me questioningly, “Oh! Let’s try the mouse! K?”
I grinned back, “Thought you’d never ask!”
He brightened up and I spread my knees and he squeezed further up to the mouse and I was rock hard. And it felt sooo good…
I smiled at him and he nodded. He always wore long pants and I couldn’t tell what his legs were like, but it looked like they might be pretty thin so when I put my hand on his leg, it was indeed quite thin. I don’t know if anyone had ever felt it before, but I squeezed it as if nothing was wrong. He tensed at first and then became more comfortable while I started squeezing up and he said, “I can’t spread them. It may be easier for me to find your mouse if you do it.”
I joined in giggling with him as I spread his sticks then worked my way up and found the mouse. Man, and what a handful! Not a mouse but a fucking rat! A marble rat too.
We sat very quiet, our minds and hormones racing as our feelings for each other grew as fast as our mices (?) were. I broke the silence with a giggle, “Not fair. You have a pair in there!” That got him so he then squeezed my leg, “But you got nice legs” And I fired back, “And you make up for it because you have three! No Four!”
We were happy, finally and boldly enjoying each other’s growing interest in our fingers, and I don’t know about him, but I was seriously leaking. Luckily we were faced away from the door, because his mom popped her head in to tell us it was suppertime. Shit! When I stood he stared at my bulging crotch in front of his face and he punched it with a fingertip and giggled, “Guess I better give you a book, like at school, to cover your problem, your Mousekateer!”
He recognized the panic on my face and as usual was quick, rolling over to his shelf, hesitated, then over to his drawers and tossed me a long Lakers T-shirt and I put it on, as he did the same with a Boston one he carried back.
We went out to the kitchen for supper, and she was so happy that he had a friend with him and had gone out of her way to make sure everything was okay for his new friend. Two hamburgers, double fries, two chocolate milks and three scoops of strawberry ice cream, each! All my favorites too. When she was over at the fridge, I leaned to Winn and whispered, “Takes a lot to keep the mice fattened up!” and he almost sprayed me in chocolate milk!
She looked at our shirts, a little curious, and he picked up on it, “Oh ya, we were playing a game so put on our team’s shirt to play. The game was hard and we got stiff after a while playing with each other”
Bitch! Jeez, it was my time to choke and turn red as a beet while he just giggled looking down at the table. Good thing she didn’t speak our language.
We went back to his room and before I sat down, he had me stand in front of him so my crotch was eye level and as he ran his fingers over and pinched, he said, “Oh man I have always been so intrigued with your mouse. I can hardly wait…”
I sat and we were now very comfortable as we enjoyed playing the computer games with each other’s mouse in hand. Because of the possibility of his mom popping in again, we couldn’t consider waving our naked cocks in each other’s face as much as I wanted to and knew he was ready to also.
At one point he banged down on my rock hard boner, “Jeez, did you swipe that cucumber out of the fridge?” and giggled as he pinched his way down to my knob.
Returning the favour, I pinched down, and down, and holy shit, it went under! Tingle, tingle, I thought I was gonna start leaking and when I was at where I thought his knob was, I glowered at him, “Biotch, not fair!” and he frowned, “Your mouse is wearing a big helmet in there!” and that really broke him up.
Damn it was time to go, so I stood, “Shoot, time to split, gotta have a squirt first”
He pointed to the door of the adjoining washroom, so I made a point of leaving the door open and continued to talk to him as I approached the toilet. I turned back to him, pulled the bottom of my shirt up and tucked it under my chin to hold it up. When I started working my shorts and briefs down together, my hard woody caught on the waistbands, and when it slipped off, it flipped straight up. I continued talking like this was an everyday affair, slid the hoody back, fondled my danglers and he was wide eyed when I put my hands on my naked hips, and turned to the toilet. I adjusted to my experienced distance from it, and pissed a perfect arc up and into the target bowl. Hands free! Lotsa practices pay off, right?
He laughed as he pounded the arms, then clapped! When I finished, I didn’t shake, just bobbed a few drops off and left it up as I pulled my shorts up over it, dropped the shirt and went out and stood in front of him. He lifted the bottom of the long t-shirt and shook his head as he slowly ran his palm up and down on my unrighteous member, “Oh Bretty, Bretty. So… nice, so hard… so big… It’s gonna be so great to replay him doing the one thing he just did, but I’ll be imagining about the other better one he can do as I work wonders on own my raging rod. And it’s good you are wearing that shirt home over the evidence” and dropped it back down.
This was all happening so fast, I couldn’t believe I’d just done it. I’m usually too shy to be even naked in front of other boys, but here I am, half naked and pissing out my boner in front of one. I guess Winnie just brings out the horny teen boy in me.
He wheeled out with me and I went over to his mom on the couch, “I’d just like to thank you for the excellent meal ma’am,” and rubbed my stomach,’ and it’s a good thing I’m wearing this shirt so you can’t see the bulge.”
Shit, I was able to keep a straight face, but poor ol’ Winn, his head dropped down as he stifled a gag and when his mom quickly turns to him he just kept his head down and waved his hand away, “I’m… I’m okay, just nothing…”
And it was a good thing I did have a cover-up. She stood up beaming at my politeness, gave me a quick token hug, "Oh that was nothing, but please come back anytime and I'll make a real meal!"
Time for more final parting payback, “Oh I hope to, Wendell said he has something more he wants to show me. It’s a lot bigger than the one I have, he wants to get it up for me too!”
She looked a little confused and he cough/gagged slightly this time and I winked at him. I knew she wouldn’t understand the innuendos.
She was so happy for Winnie to finally have a new friend. He wheeled to the door with me and I tussled his hair and said, "See you tomorrow Wendy Buddy ", and he shook his head as he grinned, “You just wait, just wait, I got your number now.” We knuckled and he sat in the doorway watching till I disappeared down the street to catch the bus.
Boy did I ever cover my stomach with a salvo of cummwads that night, imaging and exaggerating Winn’s third leg. I’d never got it on with another boy, I mean ‘big’ boy. My young neighbor Floyd likes our hot tub, and the first time we got in it, he wondered if he could ‘crank’ my cock like he does his cousin. So it’s a ritual every time now, but his dick is just a long needle and when I do him, he flops around in the water like a fish on a hook but he still just pumps air.
That morning ball buster was bigger with a better spew than usual so I no longer had to concentrate Reggie’s or Hoss’s cocks since my fingers helped me to fantasize Winnie’s big cock. Oh boy, gonna be a real winner for me. Yes!
I hurried to school, anxious to see him again and he was just getting off the van and was quite radiant when he saw me. He checked my no longer imaginary junk closely, then -gave me that big smile of his and waved, so I joined him and walked into our room. No one paid much attention to us as they were used to him being in a wheelchair and quiet. But they still gave me the occasional glance, maybe not being a newbie, but maybe wondering what I was doing, hanging with him, the ‘cripple’, you know. Kids can be mean.
At one point he did a few air jerks with both hands under his desk, held up three fingers and nodded as he smiled questioningly. I nodded and held up two and he pouted.
Anyhow at noon we went to the gymnasium to toss some hoops, and I practiced throwing and chasing the basketball, liking it but not good enough for the team.
He got quite excited when I got a basket and would throw his head back and clap, then it dawned on me that he might want to try, so I tossed the ball at him and he looked surprised when he caught it first time.
"Dude, try a shot!” He looked a bit confused. I waved him up so he wheeled up a little closer to the free throw line and fired a shot which missed the net but actually hit the backboard! I knew how strong his arms were from rolling his chair.
Waving my clenched fist, I yelled at him, "Kewl! Close! Now try it again!"
When I fired it at him he caught it again, no problem. He grinned and hot-dogged, bouncing the ball twice beside the chair, then took his time as he sized up the net and fired at it, this time it hit the backboard and bounced off the rim!
As it rolled to the side, I grabbed it, walked back over and teased him, "Hey Biotch, that was close! Now put it in or you're toast!"
He got serious now when I tossed him the ball, then, after bouncing the ball on one side then the other, he put it in his lap and rolled his chair back and forth, sizing up the distance to the net like a pro.
Squinting through his glasses, he stopped, grabbed the ball, moved it up and down again, then held it up, moved it back and forth a couple times, then fired with one hand and it fucking went in!
He spun the chair around a couple times then punched both fists in the air as he threw his head back yelling, "Yesss! Yesss!"
I went over and gave him a high five with both hands and said, "BIOTCH! Look out Michael Jordan! Wicked Wheelie Winnie is on your tail! "
He was so overjoyed as he threw his head back laughing while he banged the arms of his chair. I tossed him the ball and he tried another one, and missed. He deflated a bit, a little depressed, so I tossed it to him again, “So that last one was just a lucky shot Biotch?
I knew it was important that he now needed to do it again, a challenge, “Biotch! Bet you can’t do it again. If you sink it, I’ll eat the whole bag of chips that you spill on your lap!”
He looked confused for just a moment, then broke out in a sly grin as he figured it out, and with more determination now, banged the ball a couple times on his bulge. That big bulge that a bulge cruiser like me was intrigued by.
The next one was close, but he missed it too. He bit his lips and got and even more determined look on his face, tossed it and it sank! I tossed him the ball and he scowled at me as he did three bulge ball bounces this time. After 2 more misses, he did another dunk and smiled like a 25 cent whore at me as he bulge bounced again. Then a bunch of boys came in to play pickup.
Winnie watched, more interested now as he seriously studied their shots. When we went back to our class, he was really talkative, having done something we others do so easily, something he never thought he would ever do, and feeling more like one of the ‘boys’. His other ‘difference’ just starting to pale a bit, the herding instinct developing instead.
At the end of our classes we went to his van and Bill saw that Winnie was quite animated and gave me a high five and said "Is he giving you any trouble? Let me know and I'll give him a flat tire!"
Chuckling, I looked at Winnie, then leaned over with my hand beside my mouth and in a conspiratorial voice, pretending to whisper to Bill, but loud enough for Winnie to hear, “Don’t ask him about sinking baskets, he’ll never stop bragging.”
Winnie grinned and gave me a slap on the ass as he rolled by me and up into the van, muttering my favorite expression, "Biotch!"
That night, I went down to the sports store and bought a used basketball for a couple of bucks and put his name on it with a marker then got my old gym bag and put in one of my old jockstraps which I also put his name on for a lark.
As I stripped for bed, I was hard by the time I dropped down and my naked back hit the sheets. My aching pet was excited, bobbing away in anticipation of his usual nocturnal attention. As I defrocked his head and worked him up with some pre-cum caressing, I realized how much I was really looking forward to seeing Winn again. And preferably naked.
I started replaying back to my first touch, my first touch of someone else’s. Then the pinch, then pinching down his snake, so hard, so long, how long, wondering if that third leg of my Wheelie Boy really did make up for his spindly other two?
Then the first feel of the side of his hand, the first I`d been touched too, then his exploring pinches on me…
That`s it. So much for the warm-up, time to get to the heavy lifting! I cupped my balls and started thrashing away, imagining him doing the same. Boy it didn’t take long before I gasp/gagged, dug my heels into the bed and arched my bare ass off the bed as a total rush shuddered through me. Good Ol’ Faithful did his nightly job of spurting his streamers of spunk all over my stomach. Ah… release, ain’t it bliss? You remember, right?
I dropped back down and relaxed, catching my breath, breathing deep. Ol’ Faithful too, had collapsed, worn out, and sadly weeping, with the last few dregs of jizm oozing out the pucker of the now retreated headcover. I decided to leave the crusting memory of Winnie smeared all over my tummy and, and started to drift into a deep sleep… sleep… a dream… a fantasy…
…and he was in his chair, knees spread wide as I looked down at that huge mystery of a growing bulge, straining in the denim. And the denim suddenly started to tear, slowly being ripped open by the large cloaked cockhead. It sprang up through the tear, the tiny pink lips peeking out the tight hoody on the end, smacking. The long swollen pillar of muscle that it topped was vibrating in its freedom in the open now. I reached down and wrapped both fists around that thick throbbing monster, squeezed the outer skin, and slid it down, unfurling the huge, glistening and mouth-watering ruby. A large swollen pink bag had also been oozing out the bottom of the tear too, then suddenly tumbled out, the softball sized spunk spheres now lying on the chair seat…
…and I was just in a jockstrap, and when I started riding my fists on that thick mace under its glistening crown, I felt something on mine. I glanced down and my own cockhead, hoody back, was in his fingertips! He was pulling it out the side of the pouch! And suddenly my hard shaft and balls popped out behind it and he started tossing me! Shit! So I furiously started to wank his wicked wang too as he slapped the arm of his chair with his other fist, laughing… laughing… laughing…
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End of Chapter One
TBC: Bonding begins with Winnie’s first sports venture and his first sleepover. And the usual shenanigans that all teenboppers participate in will introduce him to the first of the many normal and carnal delights that awaken in all developing adolescent minds and bodies.
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