Challenged
Chapter 02
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.
MM
*********************************************************
PREVIOUSLY:
…and I was just in a jockstrap, and when I started riding my fist on his 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…
*********************************************************
... and I awoke with start! Eyes wide, heart pounding. It seemed so real, his cockhead bursting... then I glanced down, my turgid Tooly already bared, aching for a hand, last night's memory all crinkly now on my tummy and smooth pubes. So I decided to give Tooly, well, and me too, satisfaction, since I had to shower anyhow. Okay, okay I do it every morning anyway, like every kid does, so there’s no decision to make, right?
But for a little variety, I wanted to see how his knob might squirt and took a position I sometimes do. I kinda like roll back up on shoulders, knees hanging down beside my ears, look up at my hard cock pointing down and proceed to pull down to whup it. You know the routine, it’s great to watch the pink knob jerking all over the place as you pull rapidly down on it. Then those little pink lips open, and spit a nice sized morning creamer streamer into my mouth. And just for fun, I wobble Tooly around for a bit of nice facepaint splashes. Ahhhh…. Morning release, remember…
I rose up and climbed out of bed, licking my lips, then looked in the mirror and giggled at the painting I saw. Not a masterpiece, more like a poor attempt at a cumm splash abstract. I laughed as I headed into the shower to wash away all the evidence of the effect that Winnie was having on me.
Arriving early at school today, I was a really excited as I waited for him. Bill gave me a thumbs-up as he pulled up and the when the door opened Winny grinned as the lift swung out and lowered him onto the sidewalk. He saw I was holding two bags and didn't think much of it till I handed him his.
As Bill pulled away, Winnie gave me a curious look, a bit confused, so I grinned, "It's yours!" I said.
He opened it up, still confused, then his brows rose as he took the ball out and started to roll it around in his hands, then stopped when he read his name on it. He frowned and turned to me, "Jeez Bretty, my own ball?" I nodded and he broke out in that big dimpled grin, all excited now and continued to spin it around.
"Hey! There’s something else!"
He stopped spinning and looked at me, a little puzzled. He felt inside, pulled the jockstrap out, and held it up to look at it, still puzzled. Then he realized what it was, glanced around and quickly jammed it back into the bag. He looked down at it in his hand for a closer look, saw that it had his name on it too, then looked back up at me, still a little perplexed.
I saw his confusion, so I waved my hand away as I explained nonchalantly, "Oh well, all us jocks have one, and you are officially a jock now, and you never know, the ball could hit you in the nuts! But it may be too small for you, I don't know if it'll fit, maybe we'll have you try it on you." That made him smile and blush a bit, then when I looked down at his shorts and remarked, "Hmm... yepper, maybe a little TOO small!" he wryly smiled back.
Then, as usual, he tossed his head back, but held his hand out this time and I give it a slap as he laughed. (Little did I know how much it was too small...) He liked it too when I hung it on the back of his chair, and, in a no big deal term, added, “All us jocks carry our kits on our backs, K?” We headed to class.
He kept reaching over to feel the strap on the opposite handle of his wheelchair, proud, reminding himself it was real, just as the ‘other’ jock’s gym bags were. Boy, all morning I could see he was so anxious to get out for noon hour to role play with it. Finally, the bell rang, and we headed for the court. There were several boys playing shootouts at the one end so we took the other end. Proudly he took HIS ball out of HIS bag, just like us other leggy guys do and bounced it on the court, testing the rebound, like a pro now. He was a lot stronger than the other boys, but I still made him warm up like those ‘others jocks’ He was restricted to dribbling fast on both sides of the wheelchair and I checked his reflexes as I fired it hard to him. Boy, when he fired it back at me, it really smacked and of course when I told him that, the only thing he had to say to me was, “Pussy!” Again, happily and quickly learning the challenging ribbing that jocks he saw do to each other.
We moved up to the hoop, and he was better as he repeated yesterday’s moves. I loved the way he liked to do his version of hot dogging, bouncing the ball on one side then passing it over to his other hand and dribbling with it. Then, dropping the ball in his lap, he wheeled his chair back a little further this time, grabbed the ball, fired a shot and missed. I got the ball and fired it back and it slapped his hands when he caught it.
I challenged him again, "Take your time biotch! Focus on the net! You sank it yesterday, don’t tell me you forgot all you learned,“ and teased, “and forget the friggin’ hot doggin’!" and tried to keep a straight face.
He stuck his tongue out at me. He was learning pretty quick as he leaned forward, studying the distance to the net, bouncing the ball on the right side, then passed it over to the left side for a couple more. He dropped it into his lap, rolled back and forth a couple of times eying the net, then found his distance. He held it up with both hands, moved it back and forth, focusing, lining it up, then held it back with one hand, and fired the shot. The fucking thing dropped in this time!
He slammed the arms of his wheelchair and threw his head back and I was so proud so I said, "Awesome Biotch! Maybe I should get a full bag of chips!" and he narrowed his eyes as he nodded, looked at my joint, and we knuckled. Then I gave him the serious look, "Okay Biotch, the first shot's always lucky, the second one you own!" again challenging him. But I know the challenge he faced everyday was a lot more than just sinking a simple ball.
Meanwhile a few spectators from the other end had drifted down and were watching with interest and I was glad that Winnie didn't notice them as he expertly repeated his previous moves, and finally held it back with one hand and fired. The fucking ball went in again! Boy did he grin and nod at me!
The small group started to clap and hoot and it startled Winnie as he looked around. He blushed three shades of red as they pushed their fists in the air, then he got a big grin and pushed his fist in the air. It certainly was a fabulous moment for him. Acceptance by his now, own peers.
A group of boys came out so he wheeled back to the bleachers and I could see he was ecstatic as I gave him a high five again. I tussled his hair and said, "Okay, Biotch, you're good, but don't get too good or you won't wanna talk to me!" He gave me a friendly hit on my hip with his fist and laughed. He was so ecstatic!
I went and got a couple of cokes and a bag of chips and when I came back I noticed his head bent down. He didn't notice me till I put my hand on his wheelchair, which startled him, and he swung his head up and looked at me, a little terrified with glassy eyes, then relaxed and quickly looked away when he saw it was me.
"What's the matter Winn?"
"Oh nothing", he replied with a slight sniffle and kept looking the other way.
"C'mon Winston the Third, it's me Breton, Bretty, your friend remember? Hey, look at me!"
His blue eyes were watery as he looked up at me through his thick glasses, struggling to contain himself. I put my hand on his shoulder and smiled, "Well?"
He sniffled a bit, then smiled and quietly said, "It's nothing. I mean occasionally I feel bad, just watching and not being able play, I mean I can shoot hoops now but it looks like so much fun, if you're one of the guys. Basketball's okay but I'm limited as you know. That's okay, but I don't get invited to sleepovers either, the ones that the guys always seem to be talking about, like you know when they get to fool around. You've been to one, Brett, haven't you? It's fun, isn't it?" and took a quick glance at my crotch.
That kinda almost broke my heart, but also kinda turned me on, "Well Winnie, it is fun and I know you can't do everything that other guys can, but you can make the best of what you have, and in some cases even better than them."
He was staring at me, quite intently as he absorbed what I was saying and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Well buddy, you just wait and see, we'll make things happen! ", and I gave him a smile and a high five and he smiled back and gave me a very strong five back.
We went back to our room and I noticed he was much more relaxed in the afternoon. At the end of classes I walked with him to his bus. "Hey Winn, tomorrow's Friday, you wanna go for a sleepover my place buddy?"
It caught him off-guard, and he looked at me, his eyes questioning and brow furled. Then suddenly, those eyes went wide and his jaw dropped as he brightened up, "Uh... What? Yeah! Really? Sure… You really mean it?” then paused, and looked a little forlorn, “But... but I may be a bit of a nuisance with my legs and all. Like I need ramps and stuff and like handles in the toilet and tub, know what I mean?"
I leaned down and put a hand on each arm of his wheelchair and stared him in the eye, inches away, "You will never be a nuisance to me Winnie. You are my best friend, my very best friend. BFF. And whether or you like it or not, YOU are stuck with ME. And as far as the tub and toilet goes I will help you… well even hold you…" and made a devious chuckle.
For a moment, our eyes got a little watery. Then his eyebrows suddenly rose when he realized what I had just said, and his cheeks dimpled as he gave me that big smile. A smile that slowly transformed into a conspiratorial one, as I was beginning to read from him. We were quickly becoming much more relaxed around each other, more comfortable, and starting to understan each other. Like the devil in his blue eyes that started twinkling as he held his palm up for me to smack. It was a hard high five and he turned and rolled onto the lift. I watched him smiling back all excited as the van disappeared down the street. Jeez. I felt good.
I sure was really looking forward to tomorrow night, but I imagine nowhere near as much as Winnie...
So my feature fantasy that night was as you`d expect from me, a wild wang whacky giving ol’ Tooly a helping hand and leaving the tummy paint on to dry overnight. In the morning I scraped at the evening’s crust, and decided that rather than spank my monkey on my bed again, I’d do it in the shower just for a change. Remember doing it as the water runs over your naked body, your hard cock nice and slippery? It was a good knee bender too. The results of both events swirled down the drain together and I finished my shower, clean balls nice and empty, ready to build up through the day. Bet you were in the habit too, like every night and morning?
And that morning when he rolled off the lift, I don't think I'd ever seen a smile as big as the one he was wearing. He was very animated as he pointed to the two backpacks hanging on the back of the wheelchair.
Then he looked disgusted, "My mom thinks I'm going away for a week or something with all this stuff she made me pack in the other bag! She made of list of reminders too, like I'm 6, not almost 13!"
I leaned over to him and put my hand beside my mouth and whispered, "Well you won't be needing any PJ's, that’s for sure…", and winked at him. He looked at me curiously, then broke out into a grin and blushed a bit as he put his fingers to his lips and giggled. His anxiety was apparent during the morning, but at noon hour I had him tossing hoops again.
He was getting quite accurate, and because of the strength in his upper body, he was shooting from the free throw line without much problem. Again, he didn't notice a few of the kids from yesterday move down and watch as he passed the ball from the left side of his wheelchair to the right, staring at the net.
He had figured out how to toss the ball in front of him with a spin so it came back and he caught it. Then he moved it up and down again and fired it.
Jeez, the goddamn thing went in again. Man he was accurate, if he only had legs...
Their clapping startled him again but this time he wasn't as embarrassed just dropped his head shyly and when I tossed him the ball, he spun it on his index finger! Shit! The son of a bitch must have been practicing at home with the ball I gave him! Actually that made me very happy.
As we started back to class, the tall black centre and team captain, along with two mates, walked over to us and stared seriously down at Winnie. Panic flared up in Winn’s face as he looked up at them, then up at the captain. The captain held up a team shirt he had been holding behind his back and tossed it onto Winn’s lap. Poor Winn looked even more terrified and didn’t know whether to shit or wind his watch.
The captain was stern as he said, “Hey Dunk. You make sure you wear this to every practice and game, or you are in deep doodoo, K?”
Now Winn and I were completely confused till the group started chuckling as the captain leaned down with his hand up for high five, paused, then, “Welcome to the team Winfred, but you’ll be ‘Dunk’ when you’re with us. We all saw those dunks you’ve been making while sitting. You’re a natural and I doubt any of us could do it sitting. I think you have a good eye for the right form too, and we want you to coach the newbies. You can not only be a great inspiration for them, but they will really pay attention to your advice after they see you do your dunks.”
God…damn… I really had to fight back my tears when I saw the look of fear on Winn’s face turn to surprise, then happy, then pride as he five’d the big black hand! The other three five’d him too and he was incredulous, shaking his head, letting it sink in as we headed back to classes. Before we went inside, I helped him put the team sweater on. A couple boys who had been on the court, held their hand up as we went down the aisle and said, “Yo, Dunk!” as they five’d him too!
He was so excited about being on the team and was so anxious for the sleepover that he checked the clock about a hundred times in class, Well, maybe not a hundred, my mom always said, “I told you a million times not to exaggerate…” This was two more firsts for him, but the one I would never have realized was from the coach and the other, well… was hopefully going to be a first for both of us.
Finally the final bell rang. The teacher was looking away, so he rolled back from his desk, rocked the chair, then gave it a shot ahead and lifted the wheels! A couple boys raised their fists when the saw the wheelie and I think if the teach hadn’t been there, he would’ve taken it right down the aisle on the back ones. He just had his overnight bag in his lap, but of course the kit bag was on a handle as he rolled down to the street with me to the Transit. Bill smiled when he saw us, and he then looked at us curiously when he saw Winn’s shirt.
"Hey Winnie and Brett, how was school today? And what’s that shirt you have on all about?"
"Well first off, I now am ‘Dunk’, and school was fucking great! `Scuze me, I mean it was fucking awesome! I bombed a couple of baskets, got told I was on the basketball team, given a uniform and now am a trainer. Other than that, just the same ol’ same ol’ usual slow Friday!”
He joined in when I burst out laughing and Bill’s confused face reflected his attempt to digest it all at one time. He cracked a smile, “Well I’ll be damned. I mean goddamned!” We were still laughing as Winn rolled onto the lift ramp.
I grinned at Bill, “Guess your gonna have to get a chauffer’s suit and hat if you’re driving royalty around!” and Winn giggled as he slapped my shoulder.
When Bill looked back at me and asked, “Think you can stand another visit to Sir Dunk’s chamber of horrors Brett?” Winn jerked his head, “Shit! I mean fuck Bill! I can’t believe I forgot! No you can you take us up to Brett's place instead of mine! We're having a sleepover!" he said beaming.
"Oh, oh, different chambers tonight. That sounds like more trouble!" Bill said, giving us the evil eye. We looked at each other and giggled in our conspiracy, hoping for trouble.
We arrived at my place and after Winnie rolled off the lift, Bill noticed Winnie's excitement. He yelled out with a big smile on his face, "You and Brett have a good time now, and Winnie, make sure it's ‘fun’ trouble!"
We don't have a ramp, so I pulled him backwards up the four steps, then held the door open as he wheeled himself in. He followed me into the kitchen where I introduced him to my mom, “Hi mom, this is Winfred, aka the Dunk. He’s the victim that is sleeping over tonight.”
He held his hand out, and as she took it, he smiled, “Pleased to meetcha Mrs. Martinique. Sorry if I put you to any bother. And my, that is a very pretty pink apron you have on.” Gag.
I could see she was impressed by Winnie's politeness, and although I hadn’t told her he was in a wheelchair she didn’t even give it a second look, “Well it’s indeed my pleasure, and actually I’m also glad you’re staying overnight, I don’t like to leave him alone in case there’s any trouble” That word made us stifle a chuckle and wink at each other when she turned away.
She told us she was leaving in about a half hour, but there was money if we wanted to order a pizza or go out. She hesitated after she said go out, a little embarrassed, glancing only briefly at his legs. Winnie saw her dismay and she was relieved when he politely said, "No problem, I do go out all the time, especially since Brett's been my best friend!"
She turned and Winnie shot me an air punch. We went down the hall and into my room. I tossed his backpack into the corner as Winnie wheeled around and checked out my room. He was quite excited as he commented on the posters and asked if he could put on a CD. He picked out Justin Bieber and was quite excited about being here. He looked at my computer commenting about the size of my monitor, so I booted it up.
"I think we should get you out of that wheelchair for a change"
"But… how will I get around?" he asked, a little confused.
"Well we'll just put you on my computer chair, it's got casters and I'll push you around. It'll be fun for a change, and you won't be able to get away from me!"
He laughed and nodded. “If you can hold my hands, I can pull myself up to stand on my legs, and my knees can lock for a bit” He was a lot stronger than me, so when I gave him my arms, he easily pulled himself up onto his useless legs and swung around and sat on the computer chair.
"There, that's better, for a change, right?" I reminded him.
"Yeah, right on! This is great! Nice be in something different than that damn wheelchair I’ve been stuck in all my life." he replied happily and I pushed him up to the computer and he started to play on it. I opened up Counterstrike and showed him how to play it and before long he was very good, in fact better than me already. My room was quite warm, so I opened the window, which didn't cool it down very much. And I noticed he was getting a bead of sweat on his forehead too.
"I'm hot," I said and pulled my tee shirt off, "why dontcha take your shirt off too?"
He hesitated, then pulled both, his new one and the other one over his head and tossed them aside. Wow, and did he ever have a great build! His muscular arms I had seen before, but his pecs were large and developed and he had a tight six-pack, obviously from rolling the wheelchair around all the time.
"Man Winnie, I mean Dunk, you have a great build! Just look at those muscles!" and as I reached over to feel them, he grinned, clenched his fists, and tightened his carved chest and bulging arms. So warm, so smooth and so solid. No sign of hair on his chest or in his armpits. He gave me a sheepish grin and fidgeted a bit as I continued my fingers down his 6pack. When I circled his bellybutton, he shivered slightly and smiled so warmly at me that I was ever so tempted to carry my trip on down to that intriguing ball of cloth down his pantleg. Check it for warmth, smoothness and hardness too? If only my mom wasn’t home…
My mouth suddenly went dry. An uncomfortable moment of silence passed by, and when I removed my hand, we glanced at each other’s crotch, curious, anxious, and longingly. Still a little unsure of each other. We went back to playing some more, and he was really enjoying himself and when I leaned against him, our bare shoulders touched, he froze for a moment, but didn’t move away. I was starting to get all tingly
Suddenly, I heard mom coming down the hall. Whew, that could have been close if we had gone any further. Patience m’boy. I moved away from his shoulder as she stuck her head in, “I’m on my way now boys. You have the phone number and the other things as usual. In case I miss you tomorrow Wi… Dunk I mean, it’s been a real pleasure meeting you, and hope you come back again. And if Brett gives you any trouble, you handle him. I know it’s hot, so I’m glad you have your shirts off. I know how Brett likes to get even more comfortable so go ahead and make yourselves more comfortable as I’m on my way. Toodles!” Yech.
I heard the door slam, "I'm still hot, so I'm going to take my pants off. Like my mom said, I usually walk around in my underwear anyhow, you don't mind?"
"No I don't mind. I'll just stare, if YOU don't mind!" and giggled as he licked his lips. I dropped my pants and stepped out of them and his brow rose as he stared at my new pair of my skimpy red bikini briefs that I had got bought to wear for him. He blinked when I ran the palm of my hand down the bulge.
"What do you think of these, eh? I just got them yesterday, they're really neat, and they fit so tight. Feel’m." I said and stepped up to him so they were at eyelevel and put my hands on my hips. The waistband was across the base of my cock, bottom of my pubes.
His brows rose as he chuckled, hesitating briefly (pun intended), then swallowed hard as he reached over and ran his palm down the front. Then down again and started to giggle as he boldly pinched his way down my swelling snake between his thumb and forefinger and gave the obvious head a couple as he fidgeted on the chair. He rubbed his fingers around on the slight shadow on my pubes, “You’re almost starting to get some already! Neat!”
He looked up at me and I glared at him, giving his head a friendly swat. "Hey Biotch! I told you to feel it, not to play with it. Now see what you've gone and done by teasing it!" and reached down and patted the arching pouch of red satin.
He was really squirming now, so I said, "That does it, you got him all excited now, and he wants a playmate, so get your fucking pants off NOW!"
"Well... well I don't know, my legs are... not really nice to look at " he replied nervously.
"Well shit! Who’d wanna look at your goddamn legs anyways? For your information Dunk, I really don't give a shit what your legs look like. They’re part of you, and I like all of you because you're my friend. And besides I've seen people without any legs! So count yourself lucky. Quit friggin' around and let's get those pants off, I wanna see something that is nice to look at. And I wanna tease YOUR pouch NOW!"
That broke the ice. He completely changed and his face now beamed, part of it being that he was likely as blindly horny as I was, and quickly undid his belt and fly. He started to do it himself and went to lean one way then stopped. “Shit! I forgot, I don’t have any arms on this chair. Put your arms out and I’ll lift myself to standing again, and you can help take them off. Sorry I can’t take them off myself”
“Shit, sorry? I’ve been dying to pull someone else’s pants down, especially yours and you might as well be my first!”
As he pulled himself up, he grinned, my hardon that was tenting out wasn’t being missed by him. He balanced and put his hands on my bare shoulders. That felt good as I looked down, and chuckled as I knocked on his bulge. I undid his belt, unzipped his shorts, worked them down off his hips and let them drop to his ankles. Shit, how many pounds was he packin’ in there? I knocked on the firm bump again, tilted my ear to it, “Hey! Yoo hoo, How many are in there?”
He laughed as he sat his ass back down, and I was stared down at the huge mound in his briefs. The prize! The mound seemed even huger as we looked down at it and he said, "Oh, oh. I think he can read your devious mind" and chortled as I started pinching around in the bulgy mass till I found the solid staff in the middle. To get a good x-ray image of it in the cloth pouch, I used my imagination and took my time after I found the thick base. I started my squishy journey down it as he spread his knees with his hands, leaned back on the chair with his hands on his knees, and smiled contentedly, eyes half closed. And like before, down, down, down, yipes! I finally made it to the head of the beast and could feel the wide lip of the flare and gave that three squishes this time too. He lazily opened his eyes, and smiled when I gave it another two. It sure was a marble tip now. This slow strip was great. It sure built up the curiosity as we built up the our roots(?) of curiosity.
“OMG! It's got a head! Must be a snake! Fuck no, it's a goddam serpent!" and I wasn't kidding.
His legs were very thin, basically just bones covered in skin and I ran my hand down them, "Can you feel that?"
At first he was embarrassed, but realized I wasn't making a big deal out of it, just curious, "Yes, I have feeling in my skin but the fucking muscles just won't work!"
"Well Winnie, they may be different but they're you, so they're OK by me, Serpent Biotch!" And you know what I wanted to do, right? Well I wasn't too sure how fast I should proceed with him, he still seemed to be a little shy, a little hesitant, so I didn't want to push it.
But he solved the problem as he meekly said, "Brett, I... I have to uh... use the washroom" and seemed a little embarrassed.
"Good dude! Me too! Let's go!" Not too excited, eh?
I pushed him fast, making a motor sound, swerving around laughing and he threw his head back as he banged his hands on his bare thighs. I stopped him in front of the toilet and asked, "Wanna go first?"
"Uhh... well you... ahh... don't have a bar for me to grab and slide onto the seat Brett" he replied a little embarrassed again.
"I suppose you usually sit," and he nodded, a little confused, so I continued, "and you've never done it standing up?"
He shook his head, again looking down, a bit embarrassed, "Well you're going to this time buddy!" and he returned a curious look.
"You're gonna do a lot of things for the first time, Biotch. Do your legs hurt if you stand on them very long?"
"No, I can stand if I'm say, by a wall and lean back and kinda lock my knees"
I moved in front of him and held my arms down to him, "K, now, pull yourself up like before" I leveraged him upright and was a little unsteady at first and I wrapped my arms around him till he gained his balance somewhat.
Our tents were pressed against each other and we giggled and I said, "Ooops, my snake smells yours and is stirring. Oops, he wants to get up!"
He blushed as he giggled, "Mine too. And when I'm like this I, uhh... usually roll into the shower because I... I pee up an arc and you know what would happen on the toilet" and blushed a little more.
"Yep! When I'm hard I make an arc into the toilet and sometimes do it in the shower too, so let's go in" and he looked surprised as I moved around behind him and lifted him enough to get my toes under his heels and he locked his knees as he leaned back and we worked at it a bit until I was able to duckwalk him into the shower.
The bulge in my bikinis that my hard cock was pushing out was rubbing in the crack of his ass and he was having a blast giggling and laughing, and I must admit I was too.
I moved over to the wall so I was leaning back slightly, my back against it and I could feel he was suddenly nervous, but I didn't give him a chance to say anything as I said, "Time to bare the beast!" I dropped my hands down, grabbed his waistband and yanked his undershorts down to about below his balls and could swear I heard it flip up and slap his pubes.
He quickly stiffened when I ran my hand around, found it and wrapped my fist around the thick shaft. Holy Fuck! It was thicker than mine, and I certainly know how thick mine is for sure, and maybe longer too.
"OK let’r go dude!" and I looked over his shoulder and saw a decent arc and heard the splashes as he pissed and when it stopped, I waited as sec and shook it a couple times. Then I moved around in front him, inched him back and had him keep his knees locked and leaned him back slightly against the wall.
He broke out laughing, "Jeez, that was so fun! My first time standing! And the first time anyone has... well, touched me and I was hard too! Thanks Bretty ", and blushed as we looked down at his raging hardon.
We both stared at what I thought was a monster. It was huge. He was cut, thick and maybe almost 6 in. long with a big flared knob on the end. The ridge was bigger than his shaft and his knob tapered down from it to a point at the end. My fantasy cock was now a reality, and more, lol, than I could’ve imagined.
He was kind of embarrassed at first, then shy, but real pleased when I said, "Gawd it is a serpent! Where'd you buy it? Think they have another one? I'm jealous" and now he beamed and giggled while he wrapped his own fist around it, “Y…you like it?”
“Like it? I love it! Wanna loan it to me for a week? I’ll return it when I’ve worn it out. Promise!”
He broke up, slapping his thigh, making his hard cock flutter, then looked at my red tent, no longer a pup tent, and meekly asked, "Do...do you have to pee too?"
"For sure. Shit, mine’s ready to break if I don’t get it out soon. I thought you were being rather inconsiderate and you’d never ask," then coyly looked at him, and pouted, "maybe you can give me a hand?"
He wasn't too excited. Yeah sure. I turned around, backed up to him, lifted my arms and he pulled my bikini down below ball level. My aching snapper smacked too. I leaned back against him, and loved not only the feel of his strong arms wrapping around my naked body, the feel of his carved naked chest on my back, but most of all, his hard, bare and throbbing cock riding in the valley of my naked ass. Naked bliss…
Ah… my boner felt so good in the open air, waving freely now. It was his turn now as he rested his shin on my shoulder, opened his hands and splayed his fingers on my chest. He started massaging me all over, teasing my tits, workin his way down to my stomach, circling my navel now. Gawd damn…fingers rubbing my pubic dustings, thumb and forefinger squeezing the wide shaft base.
Fuck! I gotta piss and cumm! And he’s still rocking his cock in my ass crack! Finally, he gasps on my shoulder when he finds my cock. I'd rather him whack me off right now, but one step at a time. Have a piss first, right?. He took it in his fingers and pauses as he felt around on the end. “What’s that on it?” he asked, confused. Then, “Oh you got skin. What do I do?” I was cherishing the feeling of a hand on my hard cock for the first time. “Pinch my cock and slide the skin back.” When he did it, I let go. I had good bucket full and he giggled as he waved it around, looking over my shoulder at the swirling piss. And you know at our ages you have a lot of pressure and a lot of tank, so it was a big and long arc. When it finished, I gave it the usual couple spurts to empty the barrel. Then he gave it a few extra, and unnecessary, shakes, which we both enjoyed.
"That's the first I've ever touched anyone else's, and hard too! And pissing too!" he said in my ear. I replied, “Me too! And my first piss with a big hard cock rubbing in my ass! Biotch!” Giggling, he gave me a couple more hoody sliders up it.
I turned around and we looked down at each other’s and he gasped slightly, gaping as he took my cock into his hand. His eyes went wide and he swallowed several times. I felt pretty good for being almost 13 with a 5 ½ in. dick and wondered what he thought.
"Well what do you think", I asked. Another important thing at our ages, or I guess every guy does. Size rules! Right?
His throat was dry as he replied, "It's awesome! I've never seen another boy's dick up close, let alone touch one. And the skin on the end is of yours is awesome too!"
"Yeah, pull it back again if you want." I said and as he pulled it back I noticed his cock bobbing as he enjoyed examining and playing with it, sliding my knob in and out of the foreskin. I was finally glad he was enjoying it and he didn’t flinch a bit when I started a close inspection of his too.
As he was checking me out I said, "See how much bigger than me you are? You may be shy on the leg thing but definitely not shy in the cock thing!"
"I guess I am, but I'm older", trying to explain why he was bigger. Yeah like about 3 months. I didn't have the heart to tell him yet that he was bigger than any of the other boys, including the 14 and 15 year-olds I have phys ed with.
He reached down and tenderly touched my bag, then fondled my balls and gave them a little pull. "They're really nice, they’re spongy like mine."
I reached down and felt his, "Well, they're biggr’n mine, and man they feel really full."
"What do you mean... full?" he asked hesitantly.
"Full, like full of cumm. Do your balls ever ache?"
"Well sometimes, like at night if I'm hard for a long time and they start to ache"
I looked at him curiously and asked, "Don't you whack off?"
"I... I'm not sure. I mean I don't think so, I don't know how to. I know the boys are always talking about it but I'm too embarrassed to ask. Would you mind showing me?"
Man, he's turned 13 already, and if he hasn't whacked off yet, he must have a real charge in that cannon of his! "Glad to give a friend a hand! Let's go back out to the bed, you're going to love this!"
I turned him around and when I started to duckwalk him back out to my bedroom, I reached down, grasped his huge hardon and pretended it was a steering stick. He giggled when I bent it left, then right. He really laughed when I also ran my hard cock up and down his ass crack this time, making motor sounds, “Vroom… vroom…” He was also surprised when I duckwalked him right past the chair, into my room, over to the bed and stopped abruptly. He was giggling so much now, and all excited.
"Fall onto that bed now, you naked, horny, big hard cocked biotch boy", I demanded When I took my arms away, he fell face down with his arms outstretched laughing away with his body on the bed and half of his spindly legs sticking out off of the bed. They were spread so his pink boypussy and pink squished bag were on display between his big naked bubble buns.
I smacked his bare ass and he rolled over on his back, still laughing, with his useless legs crossed and his big cock sticking up, "I hope you didn't hurt yourself falling on that big pole. And by the way, you have a sweet butt"
He giggled as I uncrossed those spindly legs and swung them and him around so he was now all up the bed. I crawled onto the bed and knelt beside him and wrapped my fist around his big shaft and slowly started to stroke him as I fondled his nuts. "How's that feel?"
With his eyes closed, he dreamily rambled, "Ohh… Awesome… I do that at night in bed sometimes and… that's what it feels like too, but better when you uuhhh... do it… oh Bretty... uuhhh... you... you're my best friend ever... uuhhh... yesss...it feels uuhhh... sooo… goooddd..."
As I squeezed and started stroking his cock a little faster, I could feel the hard ribs down the sides of the thick stalk, and noticed the jagged circ scar now stretching down it. His ass cheeks started to pinch as he squeezed them, making his hips start to bounce as I jerked him faster. When he squeezed his eyes tighter, he gritted his teeth and scrunched the sheet in his hands harder as he pushed his head back on the bed.
“If it feels like you gotta take a mean piss, just let’r go, you’ll love it!”
He suddenly drove his head harder back down and squeezed his ass tighter and held them that way, making his back arch. I was staring at his dry cockhead that was popping up and down in my fist, when suddenly I felt his thick shaft start to pulse in my hand as his balls contracted up, and the knob’s pink lips started kissing. His body started to quake when a huge rush shiver/shuddered through his naked body as he raised his head and dropped his jaw, yelping one long, "UUUGGGGAAAHHHHHH!!!” A long streamer of runny virgin boycum spewed out those lips and splashed onto his stomach. His head dropped back down, and each time he bolted it up, he gasped, "UGHHH... UGhhh… ughhh…" and burped his cock, spitting out the final watery burbles from his virgin nuts, emptied for the first time. The first time of, I suspect, very many more times. If I have anything to do with it that is…
As I squeezed up his mighty, although now wilting, and no longer virgin, cock, the last dregs were forced out and stretched down. Down to join the shimmering puddle of freshly steeped boycum that trailed down from his stomach and onto those baby ass smooth pubes. I couldn’t help but rub my thumb on the flare on the side of his big knob, making him lurch forward and grasp my wrist. I tried to look pious and apologized. Biotch that I am.
He replaced my hand with his, did the same and was able to ooze out a bit more out of his slumping cock that was still leaking a bit out the lips. He watched me studying the shiny virgin basting on my fingers, rolling it, smelling it and finally smiling as I licked it my wet fingers.
He looked aghast, “Yo…you just ate it? It’s the semen that makes babies, right? I read about it, but I didn’t know how to make it myself. I thought you needed a girl to make it. Is it okay to eat it?”
I shrugged, “Well I like the taste, and haven’t got sick, lost any teeth and I’m not pregnant!”
He squinted for a moment, then slapped my knee, “Biotch!” He carefully swiped a good fingertip full off his belly, hesitated, then carefully licked it off. He tilted his head a bit, licked his lips and shrugged, “Hmm… not bad, could use a little sugar…” then swiped another finger full, licked it off and nodded.
My cock was still bobbing as I looked at his big softy, still intrigued by it, and now flopped over on his hip, balls empty and sagging down. He grinned as he saw mine still hard and ready, and sat up.
For a change, and for the better, he took over. He made a serious, commanding look, “K, now Bretty my BFF, put my feet tight together and kneel in front of me, straddling them right now. I wanna good look at your dick that I have dreamed about, and, now that I know of another use for it, wanna make it shoot semen and see it eject.”
I cowered and looked innocent as I humbly took my position, hard cock bouncing before his eyes. He gently wrapped his fist around it and started to slowly pump it, intrigued as he watched my knob pop in and out my foreskin. "I like the way the skin slides over your knob," he commented, tilting his head, “wish I wasn’t a slave.”
Now that confused me, “Watcha mean, slave?”
“Well I read up on it when I saw one like yours in a book. The Egyptians apparently started nipping them, and they did it to slaves so you knew that they were slaves. People were naked a lot, and also women would stay away from them too. Other religions thought it was cool and started doing it to kids, like, give your skin to the cause or something.”
“Yeah, well I really like my hoody.” and when I reached down, he took his hand away and when I pinched a side of it and I stretched it out, he was surprised and chuckled. He took his turn, pinched the pucker and stretched it out a couple times, his eyes bugged, “Whoa, kinda neat! A toy!”
He wrapped his fist around it again and fondled my balls with his other hand. “I guess yours aren’t bigger but they and hang down more. They’re pretty hard too, must be really full of semen!”
I wasn’t used to that term, “Yeah, actually most of us refer to it as cumm now, and you’re gonna whack me off. That’s what I did to you.”
“Whack… ‘whack’ you off? Neat! Boy let’s see how much, ‘cumm’, I can make then!”
Man, was I ever fucking horny now, semen definitely on the rise for sure! Jeez, I had never touched anyone else’s before, or had mine touched, and here I am, naked on my knees, looking down at another naked boy with a big drizzling cock that I had just jerked off! And his warm hand was now squeezing mine, another first! He tilted his head as he chewed on his bottom lip, anxiously and seriously awaiting the results of his endeavors on his first cock tossing too.
Jeez, he was good. Of course his hands were strong from wheeling and I could feel my load arising. This reminded me of the many times I would stand over a toilet in the boy’s washroom where my knees would get weak and bend slightly. Then I would quickly rise on my toes, and let ‘er fly through the air. Or as you all have experienced in bed, I would dig my heels in, arch my back this time and let’r fly and try to hit a tit.
But now, I can’t do either. The reward from his strong fisting was on its way now and I felt that wonderful tingling starting, Oh… Jeezzess… was it a biggy… I shivered and started pinching my butt cheeks as an incredible rush coursed through me, the biggest I’d ever experienced! Remember your first time you were jacked by a buddy?
Out of habit, I cupped my balls in my palm then snapped my eyes open as I gasped. Poor Winnie was caught off-guard, and stopped pumping, eyes wide, and jaw hanging when my hips started jerking and I started my version of a cummy howling, “aagghhh… aaggHH… aaGGHHH… AAGGHHH!!”
It all seemed to be in slow-mo, the first streamer slowly spiraling out and twisting with a bit of it into his open mouth, so he quickly closed his eyes and mouth as another one slowly splattered on his glasses and face. He had stopped pumping momentarily, then opened his eyes and continued, looking through my cumm to see me spew another more till just a few final burbles oozed out.
He was amazed as he let go of the offending spout, wiped his glasses a bit, and burst out laughing, “Fuck Brett! You just about drowned me with that cumm cannon! Wow, what a lot! I thought it’d never stop squirtin’!” He licked his lips, “And your cumm tastes different than mine. Thicker too. And so much of it!”
When he looked down at my wilting cock, the hoody was closing back over to assume its protective function. As a final 2 inch stringer stretched down from its pucker, Winn giggled, swiped it off, tilted is head back, held it up and let it drop into his mouth. “Good to the last stringer!”
Never, never had I ever had feelings like the ones that just wracked my whole 12, no, 12½ yr. old boy body. And I sure had a lot of tries. You know, when you were that age? So intense and buckets of hot cumm? Glad he was maybe a cumm guzzler too.
I swiveled off him and dropped back down beside him so our sweaty and naked arms touched. We were very quiet, enjoying the moment, trying to digest the flurry of events we had just experienced. Lotta firsts for Dunk. Well that goes for me too. Sharing our naked boy bodies, our cocks, balls, boners, and not the least of all, tossing each other and enjoying the taste of the fruits of that experience.
After I had digested it all for a bit, I rolled up on my side so my sticky flopper was against his leg, rested my head on my hand and looked down at him smiling. I reached over with my other hand for his softie that was slumped over on his hip. The bare knob was beet red, gooey with crusting vigin spunk. And when I lifted it and let it fall, he giggled and reached over and flipped mine that was dangling down.
"Well, was that a good time, buddy?" I asked, staring him in the eyes. He nodded his head as he flicked mine again and smiled, "Oh yes Bretty! Yes, yes! You're the best! I… I never imagined I could ever, ever, have a BF like you", and the big warm smile he gave me made me feel so good and warm all over too.
“Well you’re not my BF, you’re my BBF and don’t you EVER, EVER, forget that! Biotch Boy!”
I frowned as I picked some of my crusted jizm off his chin, then some off his smooth pubes, "Well buddy boy, guess we'd better have a shower and wash this spunk off. Unless you maybe want to keep some crust as souvenir of you first cumming?"
He chortled as he rolled his head back and forth, then looked a little concerned and said, "I…I usually have a bath, if you don't mind, I've never had a shower."
I laughed as I picked his soggy dick up and let it drop, "Well Winfred the Third, this is your night of firsts in case you haven’t noticed. You've done a lot of the things for the first time tonight, and you're going to have your first shower too! Tomorrow we'll have a real bath, but tonight it's a shower. Together."
“Really Bretty?" he asked, a little incredulous…
*********************************************************
End of Chapter Two
TBC: After the waterworks, the hungry gnomes head out for tube sandwiches. Winnie is aghast and shakes his head when they meet up with HB Floyd, another groupie to add to his growing list of frends. Winnie is agog when he gives him a ‘hand’ in hot tubbin’ for the first time.
MM
Again, comments are appreciated, thank you - [email protected]
MM
*********************************************************
PREVIOUSLY:
…and I was just in a jockstrap, and when I started riding my fist on his 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…
*********************************************************
... and I awoke with start! Eyes wide, heart pounding. It seemed so real, his cockhead bursting... then I glanced down, my turgid Tooly already bared, aching for a hand, last night's memory all crinkly now on my tummy and smooth pubes. So I decided to give Tooly, well, and me too, satisfaction, since I had to shower anyhow. Okay, okay I do it every morning anyway, like every kid does, so there’s no decision to make, right?
But for a little variety, I wanted to see how his knob might squirt and took a position I sometimes do. I kinda like roll back up on shoulders, knees hanging down beside my ears, look up at my hard cock pointing down and proceed to pull down to whup it. You know the routine, it’s great to watch the pink knob jerking all over the place as you pull rapidly down on it. Then those little pink lips open, and spit a nice sized morning creamer streamer into my mouth. And just for fun, I wobble Tooly around for a bit of nice facepaint splashes. Ahhhh…. Morning release, remember…
I rose up and climbed out of bed, licking my lips, then looked in the mirror and giggled at the painting I saw. Not a masterpiece, more like a poor attempt at a cumm splash abstract. I laughed as I headed into the shower to wash away all the evidence of the effect that Winnie was having on me.
Arriving early at school today, I was a really excited as I waited for him. Bill gave me a thumbs-up as he pulled up and the when the door opened Winny grinned as the lift swung out and lowered him onto the sidewalk. He saw I was holding two bags and didn't think much of it till I handed him his.
As Bill pulled away, Winnie gave me a curious look, a bit confused, so I grinned, "It's yours!" I said.
He opened it up, still confused, then his brows rose as he took the ball out and started to roll it around in his hands, then stopped when he read his name on it. He frowned and turned to me, "Jeez Bretty, my own ball?" I nodded and he broke out in that big dimpled grin, all excited now and continued to spin it around.
"Hey! There’s something else!"
He stopped spinning and looked at me, a little puzzled. He felt inside, pulled the jockstrap out, and held it up to look at it, still puzzled. Then he realized what it was, glanced around and quickly jammed it back into the bag. He looked down at it in his hand for a closer look, saw that it had his name on it too, then looked back up at me, still a little perplexed.
I saw his confusion, so I waved my hand away as I explained nonchalantly, "Oh well, all us jocks have one, and you are officially a jock now, and you never know, the ball could hit you in the nuts! But it may be too small for you, I don't know if it'll fit, maybe we'll have you try it on you." That made him smile and blush a bit, then when I looked down at his shorts and remarked, "Hmm... yepper, maybe a little TOO small!" he wryly smiled back.
Then, as usual, he tossed his head back, but held his hand out this time and I give it a slap as he laughed. (Little did I know how much it was too small...) He liked it too when I hung it on the back of his chair, and, in a no big deal term, added, “All us jocks carry our kits on our backs, K?” We headed to class.
He kept reaching over to feel the strap on the opposite handle of his wheelchair, proud, reminding himself it was real, just as the ‘other’ jock’s gym bags were. Boy, all morning I could see he was so anxious to get out for noon hour to role play with it. Finally, the bell rang, and we headed for the court. There were several boys playing shootouts at the one end so we took the other end. Proudly he took HIS ball out of HIS bag, just like us other leggy guys do and bounced it on the court, testing the rebound, like a pro now. He was a lot stronger than the other boys, but I still made him warm up like those ‘others jocks’ He was restricted to dribbling fast on both sides of the wheelchair and I checked his reflexes as I fired it hard to him. Boy, when he fired it back at me, it really smacked and of course when I told him that, the only thing he had to say to me was, “Pussy!” Again, happily and quickly learning the challenging ribbing that jocks he saw do to each other.
We moved up to the hoop, and he was better as he repeated yesterday’s moves. I loved the way he liked to do his version of hot dogging, bouncing the ball on one side then passing it over to his other hand and dribbling with it. Then, dropping the ball in his lap, he wheeled his chair back a little further this time, grabbed the ball, fired a shot and missed. I got the ball and fired it back and it slapped his hands when he caught it.
I challenged him again, "Take your time biotch! Focus on the net! You sank it yesterday, don’t tell me you forgot all you learned,“ and teased, “and forget the friggin’ hot doggin’!" and tried to keep a straight face.
He stuck his tongue out at me. He was learning pretty quick as he leaned forward, studying the distance to the net, bouncing the ball on the right side, then passed it over to the left side for a couple more. He dropped it into his lap, rolled back and forth a couple of times eying the net, then found his distance. He held it up with both hands, moved it back and forth, focusing, lining it up, then held it back with one hand, and fired the shot. The fucking thing dropped in this time!
He slammed the arms of his wheelchair and threw his head back and I was so proud so I said, "Awesome Biotch! Maybe I should get a full bag of chips!" and he narrowed his eyes as he nodded, looked at my joint, and we knuckled. Then I gave him the serious look, "Okay Biotch, the first shot's always lucky, the second one you own!" again challenging him. But I know the challenge he faced everyday was a lot more than just sinking a simple ball.
Meanwhile a few spectators from the other end had drifted down and were watching with interest and I was glad that Winnie didn't notice them as he expertly repeated his previous moves, and finally held it back with one hand and fired. The fucking ball went in again! Boy did he grin and nod at me!
The small group started to clap and hoot and it startled Winnie as he looked around. He blushed three shades of red as they pushed their fists in the air, then he got a big grin and pushed his fist in the air. It certainly was a fabulous moment for him. Acceptance by his now, own peers.
A group of boys came out so he wheeled back to the bleachers and I could see he was ecstatic as I gave him a high five again. I tussled his hair and said, "Okay, Biotch, you're good, but don't get too good or you won't wanna talk to me!" He gave me a friendly hit on my hip with his fist and laughed. He was so ecstatic!
I went and got a couple of cokes and a bag of chips and when I came back I noticed his head bent down. He didn't notice me till I put my hand on his wheelchair, which startled him, and he swung his head up and looked at me, a little terrified with glassy eyes, then relaxed and quickly looked away when he saw it was me.
"What's the matter Winn?"
"Oh nothing", he replied with a slight sniffle and kept looking the other way.
"C'mon Winston the Third, it's me Breton, Bretty, your friend remember? Hey, look at me!"
His blue eyes were watery as he looked up at me through his thick glasses, struggling to contain himself. I put my hand on his shoulder and smiled, "Well?"
He sniffled a bit, then smiled and quietly said, "It's nothing. I mean occasionally I feel bad, just watching and not being able play, I mean I can shoot hoops now but it looks like so much fun, if you're one of the guys. Basketball's okay but I'm limited as you know. That's okay, but I don't get invited to sleepovers either, the ones that the guys always seem to be talking about, like you know when they get to fool around. You've been to one, Brett, haven't you? It's fun, isn't it?" and took a quick glance at my crotch.
That kinda almost broke my heart, but also kinda turned me on, "Well Winnie, it is fun and I know you can't do everything that other guys can, but you can make the best of what you have, and in some cases even better than them."
He was staring at me, quite intently as he absorbed what I was saying and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Well buddy, you just wait and see, we'll make things happen! ", and I gave him a smile and a high five and he smiled back and gave me a very strong five back.
We went back to our room and I noticed he was much more relaxed in the afternoon. At the end of classes I walked with him to his bus. "Hey Winn, tomorrow's Friday, you wanna go for a sleepover my place buddy?"
It caught him off-guard, and he looked at me, his eyes questioning and brow furled. Then suddenly, those eyes went wide and his jaw dropped as he brightened up, "Uh... What? Yeah! Really? Sure… You really mean it?” then paused, and looked a little forlorn, “But... but I may be a bit of a nuisance with my legs and all. Like I need ramps and stuff and like handles in the toilet and tub, know what I mean?"
I leaned down and put a hand on each arm of his wheelchair and stared him in the eye, inches away, "You will never be a nuisance to me Winnie. You are my best friend, my very best friend. BFF. And whether or you like it or not, YOU are stuck with ME. And as far as the tub and toilet goes I will help you… well even hold you…" and made a devious chuckle.
For a moment, our eyes got a little watery. Then his eyebrows suddenly rose when he realized what I had just said, and his cheeks dimpled as he gave me that big smile. A smile that slowly transformed into a conspiratorial one, as I was beginning to read from him. We were quickly becoming much more relaxed around each other, more comfortable, and starting to understan each other. Like the devil in his blue eyes that started twinkling as he held his palm up for me to smack. It was a hard high five and he turned and rolled onto the lift. I watched him smiling back all excited as the van disappeared down the street. Jeez. I felt good.
I sure was really looking forward to tomorrow night, but I imagine nowhere near as much as Winnie...
So my feature fantasy that night was as you`d expect from me, a wild wang whacky giving ol’ Tooly a helping hand and leaving the tummy paint on to dry overnight. In the morning I scraped at the evening’s crust, and decided that rather than spank my monkey on my bed again, I’d do it in the shower just for a change. Remember doing it as the water runs over your naked body, your hard cock nice and slippery? It was a good knee bender too. The results of both events swirled down the drain together and I finished my shower, clean balls nice and empty, ready to build up through the day. Bet you were in the habit too, like every night and morning?
And that morning when he rolled off the lift, I don't think I'd ever seen a smile as big as the one he was wearing. He was very animated as he pointed to the two backpacks hanging on the back of the wheelchair.
Then he looked disgusted, "My mom thinks I'm going away for a week or something with all this stuff she made me pack in the other bag! She made of list of reminders too, like I'm 6, not almost 13!"
I leaned over to him and put my hand beside my mouth and whispered, "Well you won't be needing any PJ's, that’s for sure…", and winked at him. He looked at me curiously, then broke out into a grin and blushed a bit as he put his fingers to his lips and giggled. His anxiety was apparent during the morning, but at noon hour I had him tossing hoops again.
He was getting quite accurate, and because of the strength in his upper body, he was shooting from the free throw line without much problem. Again, he didn't notice a few of the kids from yesterday move down and watch as he passed the ball from the left side of his wheelchair to the right, staring at the net.
He had figured out how to toss the ball in front of him with a spin so it came back and he caught it. Then he moved it up and down again and fired it.
Jeez, the goddamn thing went in again. Man he was accurate, if he only had legs...
Their clapping startled him again but this time he wasn't as embarrassed just dropped his head shyly and when I tossed him the ball, he spun it on his index finger! Shit! The son of a bitch must have been practicing at home with the ball I gave him! Actually that made me very happy.
As we started back to class, the tall black centre and team captain, along with two mates, walked over to us and stared seriously down at Winnie. Panic flared up in Winn’s face as he looked up at them, then up at the captain. The captain held up a team shirt he had been holding behind his back and tossed it onto Winn’s lap. Poor Winn looked even more terrified and didn’t know whether to shit or wind his watch.
The captain was stern as he said, “Hey Dunk. You make sure you wear this to every practice and game, or you are in deep doodoo, K?”
Now Winn and I were completely confused till the group started chuckling as the captain leaned down with his hand up for high five, paused, then, “Welcome to the team Winfred, but you’ll be ‘Dunk’ when you’re with us. We all saw those dunks you’ve been making while sitting. You’re a natural and I doubt any of us could do it sitting. I think you have a good eye for the right form too, and we want you to coach the newbies. You can not only be a great inspiration for them, but they will really pay attention to your advice after they see you do your dunks.”
God…damn… I really had to fight back my tears when I saw the look of fear on Winn’s face turn to surprise, then happy, then pride as he five’d the big black hand! The other three five’d him too and he was incredulous, shaking his head, letting it sink in as we headed back to classes. Before we went inside, I helped him put the team sweater on. A couple boys who had been on the court, held their hand up as we went down the aisle and said, “Yo, Dunk!” as they five’d him too!
He was so excited about being on the team and was so anxious for the sleepover that he checked the clock about a hundred times in class, Well, maybe not a hundred, my mom always said, “I told you a million times not to exaggerate…” This was two more firsts for him, but the one I would never have realized was from the coach and the other, well… was hopefully going to be a first for both of us.
Finally the final bell rang. The teacher was looking away, so he rolled back from his desk, rocked the chair, then gave it a shot ahead and lifted the wheels! A couple boys raised their fists when the saw the wheelie and I think if the teach hadn’t been there, he would’ve taken it right down the aisle on the back ones. He just had his overnight bag in his lap, but of course the kit bag was on a handle as he rolled down to the street with me to the Transit. Bill smiled when he saw us, and he then looked at us curiously when he saw Winn’s shirt.
"Hey Winnie and Brett, how was school today? And what’s that shirt you have on all about?"
"Well first off, I now am ‘Dunk’, and school was fucking great! `Scuze me, I mean it was fucking awesome! I bombed a couple of baskets, got told I was on the basketball team, given a uniform and now am a trainer. Other than that, just the same ol’ same ol’ usual slow Friday!”
He joined in when I burst out laughing and Bill’s confused face reflected his attempt to digest it all at one time. He cracked a smile, “Well I’ll be damned. I mean goddamned!” We were still laughing as Winn rolled onto the lift ramp.
I grinned at Bill, “Guess your gonna have to get a chauffer’s suit and hat if you’re driving royalty around!” and Winn giggled as he slapped my shoulder.
When Bill looked back at me and asked, “Think you can stand another visit to Sir Dunk’s chamber of horrors Brett?” Winn jerked his head, “Shit! I mean fuck Bill! I can’t believe I forgot! No you can you take us up to Brett's place instead of mine! We're having a sleepover!" he said beaming.
"Oh, oh, different chambers tonight. That sounds like more trouble!" Bill said, giving us the evil eye. We looked at each other and giggled in our conspiracy, hoping for trouble.
We arrived at my place and after Winnie rolled off the lift, Bill noticed Winnie's excitement. He yelled out with a big smile on his face, "You and Brett have a good time now, and Winnie, make sure it's ‘fun’ trouble!"
We don't have a ramp, so I pulled him backwards up the four steps, then held the door open as he wheeled himself in. He followed me into the kitchen where I introduced him to my mom, “Hi mom, this is Winfred, aka the Dunk. He’s the victim that is sleeping over tonight.”
He held his hand out, and as she took it, he smiled, “Pleased to meetcha Mrs. Martinique. Sorry if I put you to any bother. And my, that is a very pretty pink apron you have on.” Gag.
I could see she was impressed by Winnie's politeness, and although I hadn’t told her he was in a wheelchair she didn’t even give it a second look, “Well it’s indeed my pleasure, and actually I’m also glad you’re staying overnight, I don’t like to leave him alone in case there’s any trouble” That word made us stifle a chuckle and wink at each other when she turned away.
She told us she was leaving in about a half hour, but there was money if we wanted to order a pizza or go out. She hesitated after she said go out, a little embarrassed, glancing only briefly at his legs. Winnie saw her dismay and she was relieved when he politely said, "No problem, I do go out all the time, especially since Brett's been my best friend!"
She turned and Winnie shot me an air punch. We went down the hall and into my room. I tossed his backpack into the corner as Winnie wheeled around and checked out my room. He was quite excited as he commented on the posters and asked if he could put on a CD. He picked out Justin Bieber and was quite excited about being here. He looked at my computer commenting about the size of my monitor, so I booted it up.
"I think we should get you out of that wheelchair for a change"
"But… how will I get around?" he asked, a little confused.
"Well we'll just put you on my computer chair, it's got casters and I'll push you around. It'll be fun for a change, and you won't be able to get away from me!"
He laughed and nodded. “If you can hold my hands, I can pull myself up to stand on my legs, and my knees can lock for a bit” He was a lot stronger than me, so when I gave him my arms, he easily pulled himself up onto his useless legs and swung around and sat on the computer chair.
"There, that's better, for a change, right?" I reminded him.
"Yeah, right on! This is great! Nice be in something different than that damn wheelchair I’ve been stuck in all my life." he replied happily and I pushed him up to the computer and he started to play on it. I opened up Counterstrike and showed him how to play it and before long he was very good, in fact better than me already. My room was quite warm, so I opened the window, which didn't cool it down very much. And I noticed he was getting a bead of sweat on his forehead too.
"I'm hot," I said and pulled my tee shirt off, "why dontcha take your shirt off too?"
He hesitated, then pulled both, his new one and the other one over his head and tossed them aside. Wow, and did he ever have a great build! His muscular arms I had seen before, but his pecs were large and developed and he had a tight six-pack, obviously from rolling the wheelchair around all the time.
"Man Winnie, I mean Dunk, you have a great build! Just look at those muscles!" and as I reached over to feel them, he grinned, clenched his fists, and tightened his carved chest and bulging arms. So warm, so smooth and so solid. No sign of hair on his chest or in his armpits. He gave me a sheepish grin and fidgeted a bit as I continued my fingers down his 6pack. When I circled his bellybutton, he shivered slightly and smiled so warmly at me that I was ever so tempted to carry my trip on down to that intriguing ball of cloth down his pantleg. Check it for warmth, smoothness and hardness too? If only my mom wasn’t home…
My mouth suddenly went dry. An uncomfortable moment of silence passed by, and when I removed my hand, we glanced at each other’s crotch, curious, anxious, and longingly. Still a little unsure of each other. We went back to playing some more, and he was really enjoying himself and when I leaned against him, our bare shoulders touched, he froze for a moment, but didn’t move away. I was starting to get all tingly
Suddenly, I heard mom coming down the hall. Whew, that could have been close if we had gone any further. Patience m’boy. I moved away from his shoulder as she stuck her head in, “I’m on my way now boys. You have the phone number and the other things as usual. In case I miss you tomorrow Wi… Dunk I mean, it’s been a real pleasure meeting you, and hope you come back again. And if Brett gives you any trouble, you handle him. I know it’s hot, so I’m glad you have your shirts off. I know how Brett likes to get even more comfortable so go ahead and make yourselves more comfortable as I’m on my way. Toodles!” Yech.
I heard the door slam, "I'm still hot, so I'm going to take my pants off. Like my mom said, I usually walk around in my underwear anyhow, you don't mind?"
"No I don't mind. I'll just stare, if YOU don't mind!" and giggled as he licked his lips. I dropped my pants and stepped out of them and his brow rose as he stared at my new pair of my skimpy red bikini briefs that I had got bought to wear for him. He blinked when I ran the palm of my hand down the bulge.
"What do you think of these, eh? I just got them yesterday, they're really neat, and they fit so tight. Feel’m." I said and stepped up to him so they were at eyelevel and put my hands on my hips. The waistband was across the base of my cock, bottom of my pubes.
His brows rose as he chuckled, hesitating briefly (pun intended), then swallowed hard as he reached over and ran his palm down the front. Then down again and started to giggle as he boldly pinched his way down my swelling snake between his thumb and forefinger and gave the obvious head a couple as he fidgeted on the chair. He rubbed his fingers around on the slight shadow on my pubes, “You’re almost starting to get some already! Neat!”
He looked up at me and I glared at him, giving his head a friendly swat. "Hey Biotch! I told you to feel it, not to play with it. Now see what you've gone and done by teasing it!" and reached down and patted the arching pouch of red satin.
He was really squirming now, so I said, "That does it, you got him all excited now, and he wants a playmate, so get your fucking pants off NOW!"
"Well... well I don't know, my legs are... not really nice to look at " he replied nervously.
"Well shit! Who’d wanna look at your goddamn legs anyways? For your information Dunk, I really don't give a shit what your legs look like. They’re part of you, and I like all of you because you're my friend. And besides I've seen people without any legs! So count yourself lucky. Quit friggin' around and let's get those pants off, I wanna see something that is nice to look at. And I wanna tease YOUR pouch NOW!"
That broke the ice. He completely changed and his face now beamed, part of it being that he was likely as blindly horny as I was, and quickly undid his belt and fly. He started to do it himself and went to lean one way then stopped. “Shit! I forgot, I don’t have any arms on this chair. Put your arms out and I’ll lift myself to standing again, and you can help take them off. Sorry I can’t take them off myself”
“Shit, sorry? I’ve been dying to pull someone else’s pants down, especially yours and you might as well be my first!”
As he pulled himself up, he grinned, my hardon that was tenting out wasn’t being missed by him. He balanced and put his hands on my bare shoulders. That felt good as I looked down, and chuckled as I knocked on his bulge. I undid his belt, unzipped his shorts, worked them down off his hips and let them drop to his ankles. Shit, how many pounds was he packin’ in there? I knocked on the firm bump again, tilted my ear to it, “Hey! Yoo hoo, How many are in there?”
He laughed as he sat his ass back down, and I was stared down at the huge mound in his briefs. The prize! The mound seemed even huger as we looked down at it and he said, "Oh, oh. I think he can read your devious mind" and chortled as I started pinching around in the bulgy mass till I found the solid staff in the middle. To get a good x-ray image of it in the cloth pouch, I used my imagination and took my time after I found the thick base. I started my squishy journey down it as he spread his knees with his hands, leaned back on the chair with his hands on his knees, and smiled contentedly, eyes half closed. And like before, down, down, down, yipes! I finally made it to the head of the beast and could feel the wide lip of the flare and gave that three squishes this time too. He lazily opened his eyes, and smiled when I gave it another two. It sure was a marble tip now. This slow strip was great. It sure built up the curiosity as we built up the our roots(?) of curiosity.
“OMG! It's got a head! Must be a snake! Fuck no, it's a goddam serpent!" and I wasn't kidding.
His legs were very thin, basically just bones covered in skin and I ran my hand down them, "Can you feel that?"
At first he was embarrassed, but realized I wasn't making a big deal out of it, just curious, "Yes, I have feeling in my skin but the fucking muscles just won't work!"
"Well Winnie, they may be different but they're you, so they're OK by me, Serpent Biotch!" And you know what I wanted to do, right? Well I wasn't too sure how fast I should proceed with him, he still seemed to be a little shy, a little hesitant, so I didn't want to push it.
But he solved the problem as he meekly said, "Brett, I... I have to uh... use the washroom" and seemed a little embarrassed.
"Good dude! Me too! Let's go!" Not too excited, eh?
I pushed him fast, making a motor sound, swerving around laughing and he threw his head back as he banged his hands on his bare thighs. I stopped him in front of the toilet and asked, "Wanna go first?"
"Uhh... well you... ahh... don't have a bar for me to grab and slide onto the seat Brett" he replied a little embarrassed again.
"I suppose you usually sit," and he nodded, a little confused, so I continued, "and you've never done it standing up?"
He shook his head, again looking down, a bit embarrassed, "Well you're going to this time buddy!" and he returned a curious look.
"You're gonna do a lot of things for the first time, Biotch. Do your legs hurt if you stand on them very long?"
"No, I can stand if I'm say, by a wall and lean back and kinda lock my knees"
I moved in front of him and held my arms down to him, "K, now, pull yourself up like before" I leveraged him upright and was a little unsteady at first and I wrapped my arms around him till he gained his balance somewhat.
Our tents were pressed against each other and we giggled and I said, "Ooops, my snake smells yours and is stirring. Oops, he wants to get up!"
He blushed as he giggled, "Mine too. And when I'm like this I, uhh... usually roll into the shower because I... I pee up an arc and you know what would happen on the toilet" and blushed a little more.
"Yep! When I'm hard I make an arc into the toilet and sometimes do it in the shower too, so let's go in" and he looked surprised as I moved around behind him and lifted him enough to get my toes under his heels and he locked his knees as he leaned back and we worked at it a bit until I was able to duckwalk him into the shower.
The bulge in my bikinis that my hard cock was pushing out was rubbing in the crack of his ass and he was having a blast giggling and laughing, and I must admit I was too.
I moved over to the wall so I was leaning back slightly, my back against it and I could feel he was suddenly nervous, but I didn't give him a chance to say anything as I said, "Time to bare the beast!" I dropped my hands down, grabbed his waistband and yanked his undershorts down to about below his balls and could swear I heard it flip up and slap his pubes.
He quickly stiffened when I ran my hand around, found it and wrapped my fist around the thick shaft. Holy Fuck! It was thicker than mine, and I certainly know how thick mine is for sure, and maybe longer too.
"OK let’r go dude!" and I looked over his shoulder and saw a decent arc and heard the splashes as he pissed and when it stopped, I waited as sec and shook it a couple times. Then I moved around in front him, inched him back and had him keep his knees locked and leaned him back slightly against the wall.
He broke out laughing, "Jeez, that was so fun! My first time standing! And the first time anyone has... well, touched me and I was hard too! Thanks Bretty ", and blushed as we looked down at his raging hardon.
We both stared at what I thought was a monster. It was huge. He was cut, thick and maybe almost 6 in. long with a big flared knob on the end. The ridge was bigger than his shaft and his knob tapered down from it to a point at the end. My fantasy cock was now a reality, and more, lol, than I could’ve imagined.
He was kind of embarrassed at first, then shy, but real pleased when I said, "Gawd it is a serpent! Where'd you buy it? Think they have another one? I'm jealous" and now he beamed and giggled while he wrapped his own fist around it, “Y…you like it?”
“Like it? I love it! Wanna loan it to me for a week? I’ll return it when I’ve worn it out. Promise!”
He broke up, slapping his thigh, making his hard cock flutter, then looked at my red tent, no longer a pup tent, and meekly asked, "Do...do you have to pee too?"
"For sure. Shit, mine’s ready to break if I don’t get it out soon. I thought you were being rather inconsiderate and you’d never ask," then coyly looked at him, and pouted, "maybe you can give me a hand?"
He wasn't too excited. Yeah sure. I turned around, backed up to him, lifted my arms and he pulled my bikini down below ball level. My aching snapper smacked too. I leaned back against him, and loved not only the feel of his strong arms wrapping around my naked body, the feel of his carved naked chest on my back, but most of all, his hard, bare and throbbing cock riding in the valley of my naked ass. Naked bliss…
Ah… my boner felt so good in the open air, waving freely now. It was his turn now as he rested his shin on my shoulder, opened his hands and splayed his fingers on my chest. He started massaging me all over, teasing my tits, workin his way down to my stomach, circling my navel now. Gawd damn…fingers rubbing my pubic dustings, thumb and forefinger squeezing the wide shaft base.
Fuck! I gotta piss and cumm! And he’s still rocking his cock in my ass crack! Finally, he gasps on my shoulder when he finds my cock. I'd rather him whack me off right now, but one step at a time. Have a piss first, right?. He took it in his fingers and pauses as he felt around on the end. “What’s that on it?” he asked, confused. Then, “Oh you got skin. What do I do?” I was cherishing the feeling of a hand on my hard cock for the first time. “Pinch my cock and slide the skin back.” When he did it, I let go. I had good bucket full and he giggled as he waved it around, looking over my shoulder at the swirling piss. And you know at our ages you have a lot of pressure and a lot of tank, so it was a big and long arc. When it finished, I gave it the usual couple spurts to empty the barrel. Then he gave it a few extra, and unnecessary, shakes, which we both enjoyed.
"That's the first I've ever touched anyone else's, and hard too! And pissing too!" he said in my ear. I replied, “Me too! And my first piss with a big hard cock rubbing in my ass! Biotch!” Giggling, he gave me a couple more hoody sliders up it.
I turned around and we looked down at each other’s and he gasped slightly, gaping as he took my cock into his hand. His eyes went wide and he swallowed several times. I felt pretty good for being almost 13 with a 5 ½ in. dick and wondered what he thought.
"Well what do you think", I asked. Another important thing at our ages, or I guess every guy does. Size rules! Right?
His throat was dry as he replied, "It's awesome! I've never seen another boy's dick up close, let alone touch one. And the skin on the end is of yours is awesome too!"
"Yeah, pull it back again if you want." I said and as he pulled it back I noticed his cock bobbing as he enjoyed examining and playing with it, sliding my knob in and out of the foreskin. I was finally glad he was enjoying it and he didn’t flinch a bit when I started a close inspection of his too.
As he was checking me out I said, "See how much bigger than me you are? You may be shy on the leg thing but definitely not shy in the cock thing!"
"I guess I am, but I'm older", trying to explain why he was bigger. Yeah like about 3 months. I didn't have the heart to tell him yet that he was bigger than any of the other boys, including the 14 and 15 year-olds I have phys ed with.
He reached down and tenderly touched my bag, then fondled my balls and gave them a little pull. "They're really nice, they’re spongy like mine."
I reached down and felt his, "Well, they're biggr’n mine, and man they feel really full."
"What do you mean... full?" he asked hesitantly.
"Full, like full of cumm. Do your balls ever ache?"
"Well sometimes, like at night if I'm hard for a long time and they start to ache"
I looked at him curiously and asked, "Don't you whack off?"
"I... I'm not sure. I mean I don't think so, I don't know how to. I know the boys are always talking about it but I'm too embarrassed to ask. Would you mind showing me?"
Man, he's turned 13 already, and if he hasn't whacked off yet, he must have a real charge in that cannon of his! "Glad to give a friend a hand! Let's go back out to the bed, you're going to love this!"
I turned him around and when I started to duckwalk him back out to my bedroom, I reached down, grasped his huge hardon and pretended it was a steering stick. He giggled when I bent it left, then right. He really laughed when I also ran my hard cock up and down his ass crack this time, making motor sounds, “Vroom… vroom…” He was also surprised when I duckwalked him right past the chair, into my room, over to the bed and stopped abruptly. He was giggling so much now, and all excited.
"Fall onto that bed now, you naked, horny, big hard cocked biotch boy", I demanded When I took my arms away, he fell face down with his arms outstretched laughing away with his body on the bed and half of his spindly legs sticking out off of the bed. They were spread so his pink boypussy and pink squished bag were on display between his big naked bubble buns.
I smacked his bare ass and he rolled over on his back, still laughing, with his useless legs crossed and his big cock sticking up, "I hope you didn't hurt yourself falling on that big pole. And by the way, you have a sweet butt"
He giggled as I uncrossed those spindly legs and swung them and him around so he was now all up the bed. I crawled onto the bed and knelt beside him and wrapped my fist around his big shaft and slowly started to stroke him as I fondled his nuts. "How's that feel?"
With his eyes closed, he dreamily rambled, "Ohh… Awesome… I do that at night in bed sometimes and… that's what it feels like too, but better when you uuhhh... do it… oh Bretty... uuhhh... you... you're my best friend ever... uuhhh... yesss...it feels uuhhh... sooo… goooddd..."
As I squeezed and started stroking his cock a little faster, I could feel the hard ribs down the sides of the thick stalk, and noticed the jagged circ scar now stretching down it. His ass cheeks started to pinch as he squeezed them, making his hips start to bounce as I jerked him faster. When he squeezed his eyes tighter, he gritted his teeth and scrunched the sheet in his hands harder as he pushed his head back on the bed.
“If it feels like you gotta take a mean piss, just let’r go, you’ll love it!”
He suddenly drove his head harder back down and squeezed his ass tighter and held them that way, making his back arch. I was staring at his dry cockhead that was popping up and down in my fist, when suddenly I felt his thick shaft start to pulse in my hand as his balls contracted up, and the knob’s pink lips started kissing. His body started to quake when a huge rush shiver/shuddered through his naked body as he raised his head and dropped his jaw, yelping one long, "UUUGGGGAAAHHHHHH!!!” A long streamer of runny virgin boycum spewed out those lips and splashed onto his stomach. His head dropped back down, and each time he bolted it up, he gasped, "UGHHH... UGhhh… ughhh…" and burped his cock, spitting out the final watery burbles from his virgin nuts, emptied for the first time. The first time of, I suspect, very many more times. If I have anything to do with it that is…
As I squeezed up his mighty, although now wilting, and no longer virgin, cock, the last dregs were forced out and stretched down. Down to join the shimmering puddle of freshly steeped boycum that trailed down from his stomach and onto those baby ass smooth pubes. I couldn’t help but rub my thumb on the flare on the side of his big knob, making him lurch forward and grasp my wrist. I tried to look pious and apologized. Biotch that I am.
He replaced my hand with his, did the same and was able to ooze out a bit more out of his slumping cock that was still leaking a bit out the lips. He watched me studying the shiny virgin basting on my fingers, rolling it, smelling it and finally smiling as I licked it my wet fingers.
He looked aghast, “Yo…you just ate it? It’s the semen that makes babies, right? I read about it, but I didn’t know how to make it myself. I thought you needed a girl to make it. Is it okay to eat it?”
I shrugged, “Well I like the taste, and haven’t got sick, lost any teeth and I’m not pregnant!”
He squinted for a moment, then slapped my knee, “Biotch!” He carefully swiped a good fingertip full off his belly, hesitated, then carefully licked it off. He tilted his head a bit, licked his lips and shrugged, “Hmm… not bad, could use a little sugar…” then swiped another finger full, licked it off and nodded.
My cock was still bobbing as I looked at his big softy, still intrigued by it, and now flopped over on his hip, balls empty and sagging down. He grinned as he saw mine still hard and ready, and sat up.
For a change, and for the better, he took over. He made a serious, commanding look, “K, now Bretty my BFF, put my feet tight together and kneel in front of me, straddling them right now. I wanna good look at your dick that I have dreamed about, and, now that I know of another use for it, wanna make it shoot semen and see it eject.”
I cowered and looked innocent as I humbly took my position, hard cock bouncing before his eyes. He gently wrapped his fist around it and started to slowly pump it, intrigued as he watched my knob pop in and out my foreskin. "I like the way the skin slides over your knob," he commented, tilting his head, “wish I wasn’t a slave.”
Now that confused me, “Watcha mean, slave?”
“Well I read up on it when I saw one like yours in a book. The Egyptians apparently started nipping them, and they did it to slaves so you knew that they were slaves. People were naked a lot, and also women would stay away from them too. Other religions thought it was cool and started doing it to kids, like, give your skin to the cause or something.”
“Yeah, well I really like my hoody.” and when I reached down, he took his hand away and when I pinched a side of it and I stretched it out, he was surprised and chuckled. He took his turn, pinched the pucker and stretched it out a couple times, his eyes bugged, “Whoa, kinda neat! A toy!”
He wrapped his fist around it again and fondled my balls with his other hand. “I guess yours aren’t bigger but they and hang down more. They’re pretty hard too, must be really full of semen!”
I wasn’t used to that term, “Yeah, actually most of us refer to it as cumm now, and you’re gonna whack me off. That’s what I did to you.”
“Whack… ‘whack’ you off? Neat! Boy let’s see how much, ‘cumm’, I can make then!”
Man, was I ever fucking horny now, semen definitely on the rise for sure! Jeez, I had never touched anyone else’s before, or had mine touched, and here I am, naked on my knees, looking down at another naked boy with a big drizzling cock that I had just jerked off! And his warm hand was now squeezing mine, another first! He tilted his head as he chewed on his bottom lip, anxiously and seriously awaiting the results of his endeavors on his first cock tossing too.
Jeez, he was good. Of course his hands were strong from wheeling and I could feel my load arising. This reminded me of the many times I would stand over a toilet in the boy’s washroom where my knees would get weak and bend slightly. Then I would quickly rise on my toes, and let ‘er fly through the air. Or as you all have experienced in bed, I would dig my heels in, arch my back this time and let’r fly and try to hit a tit.
But now, I can’t do either. The reward from his strong fisting was on its way now and I felt that wonderful tingling starting, Oh… Jeezzess… was it a biggy… I shivered and started pinching my butt cheeks as an incredible rush coursed through me, the biggest I’d ever experienced! Remember your first time you were jacked by a buddy?
Out of habit, I cupped my balls in my palm then snapped my eyes open as I gasped. Poor Winnie was caught off-guard, and stopped pumping, eyes wide, and jaw hanging when my hips started jerking and I started my version of a cummy howling, “aagghhh… aaggHH… aaGGHHH… AAGGHHH!!”
It all seemed to be in slow-mo, the first streamer slowly spiraling out and twisting with a bit of it into his open mouth, so he quickly closed his eyes and mouth as another one slowly splattered on his glasses and face. He had stopped pumping momentarily, then opened his eyes and continued, looking through my cumm to see me spew another more till just a few final burbles oozed out.
He was amazed as he let go of the offending spout, wiped his glasses a bit, and burst out laughing, “Fuck Brett! You just about drowned me with that cumm cannon! Wow, what a lot! I thought it’d never stop squirtin’!” He licked his lips, “And your cumm tastes different than mine. Thicker too. And so much of it!”
When he looked down at my wilting cock, the hoody was closing back over to assume its protective function. As a final 2 inch stringer stretched down from its pucker, Winn giggled, swiped it off, tilted is head back, held it up and let it drop into his mouth. “Good to the last stringer!”
Never, never had I ever had feelings like the ones that just wracked my whole 12, no, 12½ yr. old boy body. And I sure had a lot of tries. You know, when you were that age? So intense and buckets of hot cumm? Glad he was maybe a cumm guzzler too.
I swiveled off him and dropped back down beside him so our sweaty and naked arms touched. We were very quiet, enjoying the moment, trying to digest the flurry of events we had just experienced. Lotta firsts for Dunk. Well that goes for me too. Sharing our naked boy bodies, our cocks, balls, boners, and not the least of all, tossing each other and enjoying the taste of the fruits of that experience.
After I had digested it all for a bit, I rolled up on my side so my sticky flopper was against his leg, rested my head on my hand and looked down at him smiling. I reached over with my other hand for his softie that was slumped over on his hip. The bare knob was beet red, gooey with crusting vigin spunk. And when I lifted it and let it fall, he giggled and reached over and flipped mine that was dangling down.
"Well, was that a good time, buddy?" I asked, staring him in the eyes. He nodded his head as he flicked mine again and smiled, "Oh yes Bretty! Yes, yes! You're the best! I… I never imagined I could ever, ever, have a BF like you", and the big warm smile he gave me made me feel so good and warm all over too.
“Well you’re not my BF, you’re my BBF and don’t you EVER, EVER, forget that! Biotch Boy!”
I frowned as I picked some of my crusted jizm off his chin, then some off his smooth pubes, "Well buddy boy, guess we'd better have a shower and wash this spunk off. Unless you maybe want to keep some crust as souvenir of you first cumming?"
He chortled as he rolled his head back and forth, then looked a little concerned and said, "I…I usually have a bath, if you don't mind, I've never had a shower."
I laughed as I picked his soggy dick up and let it drop, "Well Winfred the Third, this is your night of firsts in case you haven’t noticed. You've done a lot of the things for the first time tonight, and you're going to have your first shower too! Tomorrow we'll have a real bath, but tonight it's a shower. Together."
“Really Bretty?" he asked, a little incredulous…
*********************************************************
End of Chapter Two
TBC: After the waterworks, the hungry gnomes head out for tube sandwiches. Winnie is aghast and shakes his head when they meet up with HB Floyd, another groupie to add to his growing list of frends. Winnie is agog when he gives him a ‘hand’ in hot tubbin’ for the first time.
MM
Again, comments are appreciated, thank you - [email protected]