Challenged
Chapter 09
Ahhh… the release… I drop my legs back down, and relax, my breathing slowing as my body shuts down… and rather than wipe my tummy off, I won’t bother… leave it on, a crusty night robe… to remind me of the enjoyment I just got from those belching balls when I wake up in the morning... yasss….
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…Jeez, I dreamt it too, because in the morning it was still in the fringe of my mind and as I ran my hand over the crus… shit! It was gooey crust! I had a fucking wet dream! Man, my balls were sure working overtime, so I felt I should forgo my usual morning erectile exercises, and headed to the showers to wash the memories away. A real boner binge, that’s for sure.
When I was close to school, I spotted Timmy and was still impressed by the change in the little guy. Clothes still clean and neat, hair almost styled, bright shoes and thumbs tucked under his backpack straps. Give a kid a second chance and it sure can pay off. He was kinda anxiously rocking from foot to foot looking down the street. I noticed some kids glance a little longer at him, not because he was shabby, but rather smart, and in fact I saw a couple kids give him a small wave of recognition.
When he spotted me, his eyes widened, radiating his happiness and he got quite excited and started bouncing from foot to foot now. When I stuck my arm out to him with my hand open, he frowned momentarily then grinned and we did the Roman shake, “Oh B…Brent! I’m so excited t…today. My buddy is going to do s…some s…sports he’s so good at! It makes me so happy t…too and thanks to you for t…talking to the coach!”
“Timmy my friend it’s not me, it’s you that made it happen!” He looked confused, “Yes you gave me the idea. Remember when you said if there only were some things he could do that don’t require legs… well it made me think and when I suggested it to the coach he went right ahead. So because of you, I have to work my friggin’ ass off to get him in shape!” and scowled at him. He looked surprised, then, sad till I squeezed his shoulder, “And I can’t thank you enough little big guy!”
We both got a little watery eyed as he nudged me with his elbow, ‘Y…you’re so funny Brent. He’s such a good f…friend and I’ve never ever had a friend b…before because I stutter and people make f…fun of me. He n…ever has even mentioned it either.”
“Well you both have the ability to see what people really are, their inner self, the good or bad legs or a stutter don’t mean shit. And you know what? You’re both very happy, so everybody else can just fuck right off!”
“Oh Brent you are… look! Hey, there’s the T…Transit! It’s Winnie!” and he pointed down the street. I looked at him, “Let’s have some fun with him, K? Just do what I do…”
The van pulled up and they waved at each other and when it came to a stop Bob got out and lowered the lift. Tim watched and followed me as I held my arms up, then bent over with them straight out to Winn, “Welcome to the school Master Winfred the Third, we are at your beck and call.”
Bob stifled a guffaw when he saw Winny a little confused at first, then he banged the arms, “Very good my faithful slaves, take my armaments and we’ll proceed.” and he held out what I assumed were his rods wrapped in a towel. We all broke out laughing and did the three knuckle bump as Bob shook his head, “And now what’s up with you triad of terrors?”
I stood at attention and formally announced, “Winfred the Third has been chosen to be on the sports team and we are his humble assistants. They have some new sports that require upper body strength and he’s gonna make all the other peasants look like… fucking weaklings!” Bob looked shocked, then grinned his confirmation and asked when to come back and we told him after three today.
I noticed Winn too had also smiled approvingly at how Tim looked so spiffy, and he in turn admired Winn’s biceps as he was handed the rods of the kingdom. So the Triad paraded in, a proud knave on each side of the royal carriage, the emperor carrying the rods like an Olympic torch, smiling proudly, those knaves on his sides wearing wide faced smiles too.
Inside, we got quite a few raised eyebrows and each of us got some waves, even Timmy which added to his self-esteem. He tucked the rods in the rack on the back of the wheelie and we triple knuckled and headed to our rooms. Everyone fived Winn on his roll down the aisle to our seats this time. Word had spread fast already as it usually does in school, well as it does in any place actually.
Of course we were very distracted all morning, Winnie fidgeting a lot and grinning at me. At lunchtime Timmy quickly found us as we settled down at a table, and he no longer was concerned with the lunch we brought for him, our moms quite happy to add some extra for that nice little Timmy. And as soon as we finished, he trotted over and snared a practice ball. Winn had a pretty good audience of younger classmates and it made him feel good with their comments.
We were just finishing up before recess was over when Winn caught my eye and nodded over behind me, so I lazily turned and spotted three kids talking and recognized the tall one with styled black hair was likely Nigel by the way he was fluttering his fingers as they chatted. Winn raised a brow at me then turned to Timmy, “Hey buddy, wanna run the ball back for us?”
He happily scampered off as Winn smiled, “Bro, that’s Nigel. Man I can just imagine that nice bulge of his pumping spurts.” Nigel’s tight dress shorts bulged nicely down one leg and the one boy with curly blond hair seemed to be introducing another young but taller boy with worn cutoffs, “Jeez, blondie must be Tommy that liked a wet dink up his ass when he sucked Nigel and it looks like that’s not Benny but another dude who wants to make a quick fiver. Damn it’s too late for them to lunch, but maybe that’s good, because I promised myself to be hands off all day and catch up on our sleepover, a real ball buster!” and he banged the arm as Timmy came scampering back.
The afternoon classes were even more of a washout and I was as anxious as Winn when the bell went for club and activity time. I was surprised when we stepped out into the hallway and were met by the grinning Tim who saw my look of confusion, and proudly announced, “I told mister J…Jennings that I had to go to the w… washroom!” What he won’t do to be with his buddy because he usually spent all his activity time in the library club.
Since this was a school function, jocks from all the other grades were represented, so when we roll/trod in, his classmates and basketball team, waved with some, ‘DUNK!’ thrown in. We watched as they went through the usual indoor events like some calisthenics, dashes, some gymnastics and then to the basketball events. Winn was getting nervous, so I leaned over to them, “Hey Winn, you aren’t doing this alone, we’re a team, we got your back, so don’t worry about them or what they say, just… fuck’m!” and Timmy surprised me when he chimed in, “Yes buddy, jest F…Fuck’m!”
They did some dribble stuff and running dunks, then the coach announced, “Well as you all may have noticed we have one of the team assistants here today, who by the way has been very hopeful in helping the new team players with their shooting. So today shots from the foul line can be done sitting, K? Any problems?” There was a roar from the team and lower grades, whereas some older jocks that weren’t into bball shook their head a bit or looked at him with sympathy. I noticed some of the team members whispering conspiratorially and the test started. Winn was hot and missed just one which surprised the other mates who at first were going to help him by missing, but soon got serious themselves and tried harder. There was only one that was perfect and Win tied for second! Boy those older jocks went from pity to concern. Winn was so chest bulging proud when he was announced as second place and when so many kids cheered him.
The coach moved to the middle. “Guys, attention please! I’d like you to think about the challenges we all face at some time or other, with some greater than others. Some things that we all take for granted, like when we get out of bed get dressed, walk to school, play a little soccer and don’t ever think about. Well to some people that is a challenge every single day. Imagine what that would be like. This year I’ve decided to add some other events so we can include more students and to see how some challenges can just be in your mind. We are lucky to have a fine example in our midst. Someone you have already seen beat the odds with a second place. Yes, that’s our Dunk! Now roll your butt up here Winn buddy so we show the guys some events I have in mind!”
Winn suddenly panicked and froze, so I leaned over, “Hey Wheelie Boy, show ’em a good one now! Remember, fuck ‘em!” and he frowned for just a moment, then it hit him and the frown became a look of determination. He rocked the chair back and forth as the others watched curiously, then he made the wheels squeak, then lifted the small front ones and rode into the centre on the back ones as our classmates chanted, “WHEELIE BOY! WHEELIE BOY!” and the others hooted.
What an entrance! I needed those sunglasses again with that gleam he was emanating. The coach waved us over, “And here’s the team that has his back, Brent and Tim. He is one lucky dude to have friends like these guys.” and it was our turn to blush at first then relish the moment. You can only imagine what this did to li’le Timmy’s inferiority complex as he now beamed proudly too.
Once the noise settled down, the coach continued, “So let’s see how much someone can do to overcome any obstacles or challenges. I’ll show you the differences, so Roy, this is an event you like, so cm’ere and show us how you shimmy up the rope.”
They fastened the safety belt on him and he shimmied up to the red ribbon in about seven arm lengths then came back down and undid the belt. He waved the three of us over to him and asked loudly, “Winn and you guys, do you have a name for your team yet?” I didn’t hesitate and Winn and Tim were surprised when I piped up, “Yes sir, team ‘Winn’ because that’s who he is and that’s what he does!”
That took a few minutes to sink in, then the smiles started and few thumbs up including the coach. I couldn’t look at Winn because of that damned bright beam on his face!
He shook his head as he waved us to help Winn stand. They were impressed when he pulled himself up and Tim and I took sides. It didn’t seem to make any difference to the others when he was upright on his spindles. Like the coach’s bald head meant nothing either. He smiled though and winked at me, “Better take his shirt off so it doesn’t restrict him.” I caught on and you could’ve heard a pin drop when they saw his bare torso. Large bulges of striated muscle… abs… pecs… trapezius… biceps… lats like wings… Roy was really impressed and a lot of the other seniors changed from pity to obvious jealously.
The coach let it sink in, then, “K, now, let’s call this a rope ‘climb’ now, just arms. You try it first Roy.” He tried, and at about half way, he stopped, shook his head and let himself back down and smiled as he removed the safety belt and held it to Winn. Realizing how much the crowd liked the wheelie, I whispered to him, “Duckwalk time.”… “You sure?”… “You bet!”
The spectators were curious as I arranged myself behind him and then broke out in laughter and cheers as I did the Frankenstein walk with him. Roy was chuckling as he hooked up the safety belt and Winn was loosening up and really enjoying the attention now. Of course knowing him like I do, I was expecting him to start cutting up like the card he is. His quick glance at me proved it too.
He grabbed the rope in both hands and seemed to struggle, grunting away and trying to get his feet off the ground. He stopped all of a sudden and spoke out loudly, “Oh, I get it now! This looks easy…” Then the phony prick went up to the rope to the ribbon hand over hand faster than Roy, his spindly legs flopping all over the place. That brought out a lotta hoots and cheers and he lowered himself back down, Roy shaking his head in disbelief and Winn paused, “Darn that was fun. I’ve never done that before. Can I do it once more?” And that brought more applause and cheers as he did a repeat!
Roy was standing beside the coach, not the least bit humbled, but a real athlete, “We’ve got to have him on our team coach! Jeez he’s faster than me so rules don’t matter about using feet, it’s not a challenge for him. But it proves that my bloody legs make my arms challenged!”
Coach grinned as he nodded, “Right. Now Stan, you show Winfred how to do the iron cross on the rings please.”
Stan was one big dude and they adjusted the ring’s height overhead and he reached up, grabbed them and pulled himself up so his arms were horizontal to the floor, like a cross. Them moved down beside his thighs then back to the cross and held it to a count of 5 and his arms started trembling slightly so raised them and lowered back down. The crowd applauded and then I ducked Winn over under them and he reached up and grasped them. He repeated the same move but when he went to the last cross the crowd started to count, “…3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 10!” and they went wild as Winn lowered down. Stan shook his head as he shook Winn’s hand and bumped his shoulder with the side of his fist. He looked at the coach, “He should be on our team too coach, wadda ringer he would be at his age!”
I felt so proud of Winn, and so happy to see that smile on his face that looked like it was frozen on it. There were a lot of phones in the air now taking pics of this event. Rumor had spread fast and kids from other clubs and activities were adding to the crowd too.
Finally, the event I was waiting for, “Okay kids, I’d like to announce something that is not on any school agenda, but I can refer to it as a ‘fun’ event. This is often done in pubs, but today we are having Third Avenue Secondary School’s first ever ‘arm wrestling’ contest!” Thunder broke out what with the yelling and foot stomping and coach waited a moment then waved the crowd silent as two boys carried out a table and two chairs and sat it in the middle of the gym.
Coach looked around, ”I know you football jocks do it after practice a lot, so who’s your usual winner, Rocky?... Okay, he is it then. He announced loudly, “Well bring it on Rocky! Let’s here for The Man kids!” and the crowd roared.
Now this guy was big. Like REAL big and even made Winn’s eyes bug a bit, maybe shaking his confidence. But I knew how strong he really was, so I wanted to turn him up a bit and leaned down and close, “Okay big guy, I want you to give him your fucking evil eye now, you’re fucking pissed, he’s fucking yours, let him know you are gonna squeeze his fucking head so fucking hard he’ll shit his fucking brains out his ass. Now fucking NAIL HIM!!”
That did it. He was now mad, angry, and on a mission. Under his breath he exhaled, “You’re fuckin’ mine…” and they locked hands as he gritted his teeth, his face flushing a bit and all the muscles on his torso rippling. Their arms rocked back and forth off the vertical as the crowd turned silent. I could tell they we testing each other, and as they were parrying I noticed a change in their facial expressions. Butch’s confidence turned to one of surprise and oh, oh, Winn’s turned from anger to his devious one. This oughta be good…
Winn started playing with him, letting him start with several inches back making the crowd gasp softly, then he recouped, gaining several, getting some yeah’s. Butch had it figured out too and he tried to keep a straight face as Winn did another wave so it was halfway down against him, then waved it over and slammed him down. Needless to say the crowd went into frenzy again until they broke. Butch rose and leaned over, knuckles on the table, glaring at Winn angrily. Complete silence, Winn pretty scared too.
It held for a moment till Butch broke out in a broad smile and held out his open hand, “Let me be the first to congratulate the first unbeaten arm wrestler in the school! Winnie the Winner!! You’re the best! Let’s really hear it for him guys!”
Timmy and I stared at each other, not caring about the tears streaming down our cheeks, then hugged and I could feel his skinny body sobbing. When we quickly broke apart and wiped our eyes I noticed Butch wave a couple big players over and hoist Winn up on his shoulders. Winn’s withered thighs were a great contrast to the muscular forearms holding them down, but you know what? No one was paying any attention to them because people are more interested in what you have and not what you don’t have. I don’t think that Winnie completely understood that but he wasn’t thinking much about his ‘challenge’ as he enjoyed his new situation. Butch and his team marched around the gym with Winnie smiling, waving and knuckling everyone as they chanted, “Winn-ie… Winn-er
Coach shook his head, “This is so great! You three are lucky to have each other as friends. Don’t tell Winn, but he is gonna be our school’s Athlete of the Year, the first in our whole education district to be in a wheelchair! What a role model for all the other kids that are challenged. Good work!” Little did couch know that Winnie would soon be touring the schools in the district to show off his wheelies, dunks, spins and then take on a senior for an arm wrestle? The only request he had was that all challenged kids join him on stage as he did it.
The muscle boys came back over and dropped Winn back down. I told Timmy to hold him back up, took out the tank top and gave it to him. Besides being a little teary, he went wide eyed when I stretched it so he could read it. After he put it on, I tossed Timmy his and did he look surprised and we put ours on. Everyone nodded and hollered as we held Winn’s hands up between us and they lined up for selfies with him. Man with his big arms and that tight tank top, for sure no one was gonna notice his shriveled legs! In fact several girls sat on his lap in the wheelchair for selfies which kinda embarrassed him as he tolerated them, but when a couple cute boys did, I was hoping his interest then wasn’t going to begin rising.
He was pretty well overwhelmed, as were Timmy and I too, and he was non-stop chatter as he wheeled between us out of the gym. When we rounded a corner, his wheels suddenly squeaked as he stopped rolling. I followed his gaze and it looked like Nigel from the stall from the way Winn described him. Tall and thin, dress shorts and was waggling his fingers at a shorter boy as they came out of the art room. He was really cute, the spitting image of Harry Potter and a third boy with blond curls who was likely Toddy the cocksucker who liked to be butt punched as he did it.
Winn furled his brow at me blinked twice. He stopped and banged on his arm rests and looked at me, “Jeez! What a wild afternoon thanks to you, and since it’s Friday, I think we better have another sleepover! Whatcha think Brenty?”
“You got that right!” and I noticed Timmy look down, a little forlorn, “And what’s the problem with you little buddy?” and he looked up a little watery, “Well, it’d just I’m g…gonna miss you over the w…weekend…”
I shook my head, “Whoa, no way, you heard Winn say ‘WE’? Well you are part of ‘WE’! Well that’s if you don't have any plans that is."
That great grin spread over his face, "R…really? Er…n... no, I d...don't have any plans. That would be so g…great! I’ve never been invited t…to a sleepover before! But I don't have any p...pj's or anything?"
"Well you can sleep in the same things as us, and I have everything else you need bro." Winnie explained and winked at him, his grin turning into a smile that was so bright it could have blinded you. Then he turned to me, “Hey Brenty, I think I’d better use the washroom before we leave I’m not sure if I can make it home, “ then turned to Tim, “we’ll be back in a couple shakes!” and we wheel/walked in, leaving Timmy giggling.
We were very quiet and didn’t say a thing as we carefully moved down the stalls and when we got to the handicapped one, Winn put a fingertip to his lip then pointed to the handle and shook his head. The lock sign above it was still green; they had forgotten to lock it!
Winn motioned me to swing the door open and he’d wheel in fast. I did and we burst in and suddenly stopped, and you can just imagine the scene and it was even better than I had imagined when I had heard them at it before! All their shorts were down at their ankles, and when they turned to us, they froze, the blood draining from their faces as their jaws dropped. Neil was seated on the throne lid, his collared shirt unbuttoned and open, his torso naked with his knees spread and Toddy was bent down, his head in Neil’s lap. But when he turned his head to us, his jaw didn’t drop because Neil’s hard cock was still sideways in his mouth, the shaped pubes below his nose. Skinny Harry Potter was behind Toddy, wide eyed with fear, glasses down on his nose, his hands on Toddy’s bare hips, his stiff dick buried in Toddy’s bare ass.
Winn shook his head and barked, “Wow ! A bunch of fairy cocksuckers! K, pull your hard cocks out of whatever they are in and stand up, I wanna check those cocks out right NOW!”
They nervously did so and Winn wheeled over to them to ‘check’ them out. Read that ‘feel them up’. Naturally they were wilting, fear will do that you know, getting caught ‘in the act’. Neil’s was semi now, straight out, still bared and covered in fresh spit. Winn traced over the trimmed pubes, pinched the thin 5” shaft and the dangling balls. Winn nodded his approval as Neil relaxed, looking confused as he moved on to Toddy.
And he was big as we had heard them say, still 5½” hard and dry, not having been buried yet. Winn peeled and thumb rubbed the most tip, making Toddy shiver, and nodded again like he was some kinda cock connoisseur, dying to swallow it. He pulled on a couple curlies then lifted the respectable sized bag and nodded at them too.
The ‘Potter’ boy’s dangling dick was the smallest and still shiny too, so Winn checked the knob and the small bag that was up tight with a couple lumps in it.
Winn grinned at them, “Well, we could tell on you, but won’t as long as you have never seen us. So go back to work and have fun!” And boy did they relax fast, chuckling at each other as they played with their sagging dinks and we wheel/walked out.
Timmy looked relieved as we approached him, “”Hey! I w…was starting to worry a… about you and almost went in.”
Whoops! I could see Tim look relieved, “Yeah, we had to wait, there was someone in it and boy was it ripe after too.” Tim frowned, and Winn did a quick comeback, “And he was still washing his hands when we left…”
We headed for the street and got a wave from Bob who grinned, “Well that was some show! Winnie, you were fantastic! Allow me to welcome you to the Royal Coach Master!”
That brought a chuckle from us and grinned when Winnie pumped up, looking important as he ascended on the lift and Bob smiled at Timmy, “And my my, my little man you're sure looking sharp today! Well all of you are in those team shirts” and Timmy proudly blushed as Bob bowed, “And where do the three musketeers, I mean the royal entourage wish to be have the carriage deliver them today?”
“To Brent's place, please. We're having another sleepover!" Winnie replied proudly.
"Oh, oh, that doesn't sound good!" he said with a wink at Tim, “Think you can keep these two urchins under control?”
Timmy squirmed and gave him a stern look, “Y…yep! If they don’t I’ll give them a good w…whuppin’!” and Bob chuckled as we cringed back from Timmy, then we all broke up. A good start for the weekend!
We got to my place and Timmy brushed me aside and helped work Winnie’s chair up the steps and into the house. There was a note on the kitchen table along with some money and I smiled at the team, "Looks like pizza tonight! My mom's going to be late!" Timmy clapped his hands together and chirped, "E…excellent! I haven't had any since my b…birthday last year!" (I figured he would be able to eat at least half of it) We went into my room and he fidgeted as he stood by the computer. I teased him a bit by making him wait, then, “Oh, would you do me a favor and fire up the computer?” and he almost threw himself down on another chair. I went and grabbed some Cokes from the kitchen, then got my mother's computer chair and wheeled it into my room. They were now sitting shirtless and Winnie was in his chair with his hand on Timmy's bony shoulder.
They turned and looked at me and Winnie said, "It was getting hot in here so we decided to take our shirts off if you don’t mind?”
I gave Winn a friendly smirk when I told them it was a good idea and took mine off too and helped Winnie off the wheelchair and onto the computer chair. Timmy looked at me curiously, so I explained, "Winnie likes a change of wheels every now and then" and they both giggled as I took my mom’s chair. I didn’t bother to explain that the armless were best when we wanted to reach over and do a lap dance on each other. And I knew Winnie’s nefarious intent and absolutely agreed with it. We drank our Cokes and took turns at the computer, warming up by putting our hands on the legs of the player or over his shoulders.
And I knew Winnie was anxious to get some naughty things going, so I said, "Do you mind if I take these uncomfortable shorts off, I usually play in my underwear in my own room, and it is the weekend right?"
Timmy fidgeted slightly as he shrugged then stared as I pulled them off and rubbed my bulge, "That's better!"
"Do you want to give me a hand, Tim?" Winn asked as he grabbed the edge of the table and levered his ass off the chair.
Timmy didn’t hesitate very much after seeing me so casual about it and undid the shorts and pulled them down. Winn was getting hard and you could see the outline of his shaft pressing out his briefs and Timmy blushed slightly as Winnie ran his palm down the swelling, "Yes it is more comfortable!" Tim was a little torn between his modesty and wanting to be one of the boys, and maybe by the curiosity of his now roaring genes. We politely ignored him, like no big deal, and went back to the game. He waited a few moments then stood up and took off his cutoffs. Winnie was glancing out of the corner of his eye at the tight briefs with a large shaft curving down and tucking underneath. Yowser…
Timmy was blushing slightly and Winnie turned and nonchalantly said, "Oh, you took yours off too. How's it feel?"
Timmy ran his palm down his thick shaft like Winnie had, "Y...you're right, tha... that's better!" and grinned from ear to ear as he giggled. (Man, he had our attention now!)
We continued playing semi naked. As Timmy was playing, I noticed Winnie rest his hand on the inside of Tim’s thigh and slowly slide it up as he played till the back of his hand pressed against the bulge. And Tim would occasionally glance down at our crotches. A couple times he slid his fingers under his waistband and scratched.
And the next time he did it Winnie chuckled, "Got fleas Tim?" He replied said innocently, "Oh, n... no, it's just my d…darn hairs." Timmy modestly blushing a little, but I could see he was also slightly relieved, because at his age, with growing hormones, you’re driven by these new desires and by increasing curiosity with anything to do with sex. Remember? And he hesitated, but only for a moment. Winn was his new bud now, so he stuck his thumbs in his waistband and pulled it down, exposing his pubes and a bit of his dick. He had half dozen long ones above the base of a thick shaft. Winnie looked surprised, "You've got hairs? I don't have any, can I see yours?" Timmy modestly blushed a little, but I could see he was also slightly relieved, because at his age, with growing hormones, you’re driven by these new desires and by increasing curiosity with anything to do with sex. Remember? And he hesitated, but only for a moment. Winn was his new bud now, so he stuck his thumbs in his waistband and pulled it down, exposing his pubes and a bit of his dick. He had half dozen long ones above the base of a thick shaft.
That's neat!" Winnie said, "Can we feel them?" That made Timmy feel good and also be one of the gang, letting then do something they want and what he wanted too, so he nodded his approval. We twirled the hairs in our fingers and pulled on them lightly as he looked down to watch and I noticed he was really straining against the briefs and I made a point of rubbing my fingers over the hard shaft that was showing. "I don't have any yet, feel how smooth I am." and Winnie pulled his waistband down exposing his bare pubes and half of his hard shaft.
Timmy’s brow rose, then became a little nervous, maybe from his straining hardon, but more than likely from just being so fucking horny he didn’t hesitate this time. He reached right down and ran his fingers around the smooth pubes and Winnie moaned softly, "Oh, that feels so good. It’s making me hard,” and giggled, “why dontcha squeeze it and see what you think."
Winnie looked over at the tent in my underwear, and winked, so I pulled my waistband down too, “Check mine out too Timmy.”
He reached down with his other hand and pulled on some of my curlies too, so I joined my fingers with Winn’s on his and Timmy squirmed a bit as he felt both our pubes too. It was perfectly quiet, our fingers searching, our minds racing and hormones roaring.
Winn broke the silence, “Jeez, Timmy, I’m getting hard, wanna check it out?” Tim let out a gulp as he pinched his way down the straining shaft in Winn’s underwear, “And better check out Brenty Tim, looks like he's hardening up too!" We all were perfectly quiet now as he reached over, still squeezing Winny’s and started squeezing my shaft bow, a straining cock in each of his hands. As he squeezed his way down my exposed bit of cock muscle, Tim swallowed hard, “Me t…too. Maybe b…better ch…check me t…too…” so weI joined together on Tim’s hard cloth tube. It was thick and he was starting to squirm as he looked back and forth at ours as he pinched down. Boy, not only were our hard dicks abuzzing but our whole bodies were.
"Well it feels like the three musketeers are getting their muskets up!" Winnie blurted out, "Jeez, I’m so uncomfortable, would you mind helping me by taking these darn things off buddy, before my dick breaks in half?" and pulled himself up off the seat.
The li’le (?) guy was no longer shy anymore, you know, teen hormones ravishing his thin body, blindly driven by his raging hardon, a throbbing hard cock in each hand. That silence was broken by the request as he chuckled and let go of our cocks as Winnie lifted himself off the seat.
He rose up and moved over in front of Winn as we both stared at little Timmy’s underwear, well at the few curlies on his exposed pubes, the bit of thick shaft and the tip staining the bottom of the briefs out.
Tim nervously licked his lips and looked serious with the job his boss had asked him to do. He put his fingers in the waistband and slid the briefs down the thighs and paused when Winnie's cock snapped up. He stared at it wide-eyed when Winn made it bob a couple of times as he dropped back on the seat. He lifted the legs with the briefs and slit them off, letting Winn’s knurled legs drop.
Winnie sighed as he grabbed his throbbing cock and gave it a couple of strokes, "Oh man, that's better, feel how hard it is!"
Timmy, anxious now, no longer shy with hormones controlling him, quickly reached down and wrapped his fist around it and slowly stroked it, "It's really h... hard and l…long too!" Timmy was giggling now as he tugged down on the big bulge of cotton in his own briefs.
Winn chuckled, and inquired, a little teasingly. “Think Brenty’s as hard as I am Timmy?"
Timmy was really getting it on now and hustled over in front of me, his knob quite prominent as it stretched his briefs out at the bottom. I lifted my hips as he leaned down and grabbed my waistband and pulled them off, staring at my throbbing member that sprang up. He wasn’t quite sure what to do now, then realizing Winn’s question quickly sat back down between us again, fidgeting as he glanced back and forth at the rigid dicks sticking up between our legs as he ran his wrist down the swelling in his briefs.
Timmy squeezed his tent, as he smiled modestly, then grasped a hard cock in each hand and looked back and forth as he squeezed, testing them, "It's as h... hard as yours, and it's got skin like mine" and tee heed.
We watched him squirm a bit, hesitating, and I remembered myself being in a similar situation. Still youthfully shy? Wondering if they will laugh at my boy boner? Too small? My developing macho defenses starting to develop? Will I be accepted with what I got? Will they’ll think I’m a sissy? Fuck it! I’m hard as a rock. I love their dinks and wanna do things now. I gotta whack off. I’m curious. Be bold! Bare the beast! Here I go…
"I’m r…really uncomfortable now too!" then looked at Winn who was hungrily staring at the stretched cotton, "W…will you help me W…Winnie b… buddy?", and when Winnie nodded, he stood up and nervously dropped his hands and moved over in front of him. The engorged knob on Winnie‘s hardon was humming as he licked his lips, swallowed hard and hungrily looked at the swelling in Timmy’s new briefs. Then he reached out for the waistband… Timmy’s brow rose, then became a little nervous, maybe from his straining hardon, but more than likely from just being fucking horny so didn’t hesitate this time. He reached right down and ran his fingers around the smooth pubes and Winnie moaned softly, "Oh, that feels so good. It’s making me hard,” and giggled, “why dontcha squeeze it and see what you think." Timmy was starting to get bolder and more comfortable as he was getting into it and pinched the base of the thick shaft with his thumb and forefinger. He swallowed and licked his dry lips as Winnie said, "Looks like you are too! Want me to check it?" and Tim nodded rapidly now, and didn’t flinch as Winnie squeezed his, but he continued squeezing Winn’s.
I quickly pulled my waistband down till mine arched out except for my knob nodule which was caught it. Winnie looked over "Better check out Brenty Tim, looks like he's hardening up too!"
We all were perfectly quiet now as he reached over, still squeezing Winny’s and started squeezing my shaft bow, a straining cock in each of his hands. As he squeezed his way down my exposed cock muscle, I joined Winnie on the hard cloth tube. It was thick and he was starting to squirm as he looked back and forth at ours. "Well it feels like the three musketeers are getting their muskets up!" Winnie blurted out, "Jeez, I’m so uncomfortable, would you mind helping me by take these darn things off buddy, before my dick breaks in half?" and pulled himself up off the seat.
The l’le (?) guy was no longer shy anymore, you know, teen hormones ravishing his thin body, blindly driven by his raging hardon, a throbbing hard cock in each hand. The silence was broken by the request as he chuckled and let go of my cock and leaned over as Winnie lifted himself off the seat, and pulled them off. Winnie's cock snapped up as he dropped back on the seat and made it bob a couple of times as Timmy stared at it wide-eyed.
Winnie sighed as he grabbed his throbbing cock and gave it a couple of strokes, "Oh man, that's better, feel how hard it is." Timmy, anxious now, reached down and wrapped his fist around it and slowly stroked it, "It's really h... hard and l…long too!" Bob had been watching us, "Well, the three musketeers again! And my my, my little man you're sure looking sharp Tim." He dropped the ramp up the bus, "And where to today boys?" "To Brent's place, please. We're having another sleepover!" Winnie replied proudly. "Oh, oh, that doesn't sound good!" he said with a wink at Tim, “Think you can keep these two urchins under control?” Timmy squirmed and gave him a stern look, “Y…yep! If they don’t I’ll give them a good w…whuppin’!” and Bob chuckled as we cringed back from Timmy, then we all broke up. A good start for the weekend! We got to my place and Timmy helped me work Winnie’s chair up the steps and into the house. There was a note on the kitchen table along with some money and I said, "Looks like pizza tonight! My mom's going to be late!" Timmy clapped his hands together and chirped, "E…excellent! I haven't had any since my b…birthday last year!" (I figured he would be able to eat at least half of it)
We went into my room and he fidgeted as he stood by the computer. I teased him a bit by making him wait, then, “Oh, would you do me a favor and fire up the computer?” and he almost threw himself down on another chair.
I went and grabbed some Cokes from the kitchen, then got my mother's computer chair and wheeled it into my room. They were now sitting shirtless and Winnie was in his chair with his hand on Timmy's bony shoulder. They turned and looked at me and Winnie said, "It was getting hot in here so we decided to take our shirts off if you don't mind?"
I gave Winn a friendly smirk when I told them it was a good idea and took mine off too and helped Winnie off the wheelchair and onto the computer chair. Timmy looked at me curiously, so I explained, "Winnie likes a change of wheels every now and then" and they both giggled as I took my mom’s chair. I didn’t bother to explain that the armless were best when we wanted to reach over and do a lap dance on each other. And I knew Winnie’s nefarious intent and absolutely agreed with it.
We drank our Cokes and took turns at the computer, warming up by putting our hands on the legs of the player or our arms over his shoulders.
And I knew Winnie was anxious to get some naughty things going, so I said, "Do you mind if I take these uncomfortable shorts off, I usually play in my underwear in my own room, and it is the weekend right?" Timmy fidgeted slightly as he shrugged then stared as I pulled them off and rubbed my bulge, "That's better!" "Do you want to give me a hand, Tim?" Winn asked as he grabbed the edge of the table and levered his ass off the chair. Timmy didn’t hesitate very much after seeing me so casual about it and undid the shorts and pulled them off. Winn was getting hard and you could see the outline of his shaft pressing out his briefs and Timmy blushed slightly as Winnie ran his palm down the swelling, "Yes it is more comfortable!"
Tim was a little torn between his modesty and wanting to be one of the boys, and maybe by the curiosity of his now roaring genes. We politely ignored him, like no big deal, and went back to the game. He waited a few moments then stood up and took off his cutoffs. Winnie was glancing out of the corner of his eye at the tight briefs with a large shaft curving down and tucking underneath. Yowser…
Timmy was blushing slightly and Winnie turned and nonchalantly said, "Oh, you took yours off too. How's it feel?"
Timmy ran his palm down his thick shaft like Winnie had, "Y...you're right, tha... that's better!" and grinned from ear to ear as he giggled. (Man, he had our attention now!) We continued playing semi naked. As Timmy was playing, I noticed Winnie rest his hand on the inside of Tim’s thigh and slowly slid it up as he played till the back of his hand pressed against the bulge. And Tim would occasionally glance down at our crotches.
A couple times he slid his fingers under his waistband and scratched. And the next time he did it Winnie chuckled, "Got fleas Tim?" He replied said innocently, "Oh, n... no, it's just my darn hairs."
Winnie looked surprised, "You've got hairs? I don't have any, can I see yours?"
Timmy modestly blushed a little, but I could see he was also slightly relieved, because at his age, with growing hormones, you’re driven by these new desires and by increasing curiosity with anything to do with sex. Remember? And he hesitated, but only for a moment. Winn was his new bud now, so he stuck his thumbs in his waistband and pulled it down, exposing his pubes and a bit of his dick. He had half dozen long ones above the base of a thick shaft.
"That's neat!" Winnie said, "Can we feel them?" That made Timmy feel good and also be one of the gang, letting then do something they want and what he wanted too, so he nodded his approval. We twirled the hairs in our fingers and pulled on them lightly as he looked down to watch and I noticed he was really straining against the briefs and I made a point of rubbing my fingers over the hard shaft that was showing.
"I don't have any yet, feel how smooth I am." and Winnie pulled his waistband down exposing his bare pubes and half of his hard shaft
Winnie looked over at the tent in my underwear, "Looks like you're uncomfortable too Brent?", and I nodded, "Maybe you better help him out too Timmy. You’re our private stripper!" Timmy was giggling now as he tugged down on the big bulge of cotton in his briefs and moved over in front of me, his knob also quite prominent as it stretched his briefs out at the bottom. I lifted my hips as he leaned down and grabbed my waistband and pulled them off, staring at my throbbing member that sprang up. Then he sat slowly back down between us again, fidgeting as he glanced back and forth at the rigid dicks sticking up between our legs as he ran his wrist down the swelling in his briefs. "Is he as hard as I am Timmy?" Winnie inquired, a little teasingly.
Timmy squeezed his tent as he smiled meekly, then grasped a hard cock in each hand and looked back and forth as he squeezed, testing them, "It's as h... hard as yours, and it's got skin like mine!" and tee heed.
He giggled as started bending our cocks around, making airplane sounds, ’vroom… vroom,’ then nd pressing the tips, ‘pow…pow’ like he was plying and arcade fighter.
That broke us up a lot, and I noticed him looking down at this briefs as he squirmed a bit, hesitating, and I remembered myself being in a similar situation. Being youthfully shy, he’s probably thinking … will they laugh at my boy boner? Too small? His developing macho defenses starting to develop… will I be accepted with what I got? Will they think I’m a sissy? Fuck it! I’m hard as a rock. I love their dinks and wanna do things with them now. I gotta whack off. I’m curious. Be bold! Bare the beast! Here I go…
So he lookd at me, "I’m r…really uncomfortable now too!" then looked at Winn who was hungrily staring at the stretched cotton, "W…will you help me W…Winnie b… buddy?", and when Winnie nodded, he stood up and nervously dropped his hands as he moved over in front of him. The engorged knob on Winnie‘s hardon was humming as he licked his lips, swallowed hard and hungrily looked at the swelling in Timmy’s new briefs. Then he reached out for the waistband…
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END OF CHAPTER 9
TBC: Timmy tastes the team’s tips and tubs for his first time, loving his first sleezeover. His cuzin’ Rick joins in and he likes to do rectal ridin’ so goes for a bouncin’ ride on Brent who gets off in him, loving this new rodeo rod riding bit…
Author’s note: I hope you are enjoying this fantasy tale, not about a boy, but by a boy, a blooming boy. The use of adult words, rolling off young tongues. The constant focus no longer on playing with plastic toys, but enjoying the new feelings from sprouting fleshy toys. And seeking with other blooming comrades situations where, often as possible, they can share body ravaging rushes… remember… you like?
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…Jeez, I dreamt it too, because in the morning it was still in the fringe of my mind and as I ran my hand over the crus… shit! It was gooey crust! I had a fucking wet dream! Man, my balls were sure working overtime, so I felt I should forgo my usual morning erectile exercises, and headed to the showers to wash the memories away. A real boner binge, that’s for sure.
When I was close to school, I spotted Timmy and was still impressed by the change in the little guy. Clothes still clean and neat, hair almost styled, bright shoes and thumbs tucked under his backpack straps. Give a kid a second chance and it sure can pay off. He was kinda anxiously rocking from foot to foot looking down the street. I noticed some kids glance a little longer at him, not because he was shabby, but rather smart, and in fact I saw a couple kids give him a small wave of recognition.
When he spotted me, his eyes widened, radiating his happiness and he got quite excited and started bouncing from foot to foot now. When I stuck my arm out to him with my hand open, he frowned momentarily then grinned and we did the Roman shake, “Oh B…Brent! I’m so excited t…today. My buddy is going to do s…some s…sports he’s so good at! It makes me so happy t…too and thanks to you for t…talking to the coach!”
“Timmy my friend it’s not me, it’s you that made it happen!” He looked confused, “Yes you gave me the idea. Remember when you said if there only were some things he could do that don’t require legs… well it made me think and when I suggested it to the coach he went right ahead. So because of you, I have to work my friggin’ ass off to get him in shape!” and scowled at him. He looked surprised, then, sad till I squeezed his shoulder, “And I can’t thank you enough little big guy!”
We both got a little watery eyed as he nudged me with his elbow, ‘Y…you’re so funny Brent. He’s such a good f…friend and I’ve never ever had a friend b…before because I stutter and people make f…fun of me. He n…ever has even mentioned it either.”
“Well you both have the ability to see what people really are, their inner self, the good or bad legs or a stutter don’t mean shit. And you know what? You’re both very happy, so everybody else can just fuck right off!”
“Oh Brent you are… look! Hey, there’s the T…Transit! It’s Winnie!” and he pointed down the street. I looked at him, “Let’s have some fun with him, K? Just do what I do…”
The van pulled up and they waved at each other and when it came to a stop Bob got out and lowered the lift. Tim watched and followed me as I held my arms up, then bent over with them straight out to Winn, “Welcome to the school Master Winfred the Third, we are at your beck and call.”
Bob stifled a guffaw when he saw Winny a little confused at first, then he banged the arms, “Very good my faithful slaves, take my armaments and we’ll proceed.” and he held out what I assumed were his rods wrapped in a towel. We all broke out laughing and did the three knuckle bump as Bob shook his head, “And now what’s up with you triad of terrors?”
I stood at attention and formally announced, “Winfred the Third has been chosen to be on the sports team and we are his humble assistants. They have some new sports that require upper body strength and he’s gonna make all the other peasants look like… fucking weaklings!” Bob looked shocked, then grinned his confirmation and asked when to come back and we told him after three today.
I noticed Winn too had also smiled approvingly at how Tim looked so spiffy, and he in turn admired Winn’s biceps as he was handed the rods of the kingdom. So the Triad paraded in, a proud knave on each side of the royal carriage, the emperor carrying the rods like an Olympic torch, smiling proudly, those knaves on his sides wearing wide faced smiles too.
Inside, we got quite a few raised eyebrows and each of us got some waves, even Timmy which added to his self-esteem. He tucked the rods in the rack on the back of the wheelie and we triple knuckled and headed to our rooms. Everyone fived Winn on his roll down the aisle to our seats this time. Word had spread fast already as it usually does in school, well as it does in any place actually.
Of course we were very distracted all morning, Winnie fidgeting a lot and grinning at me. At lunchtime Timmy quickly found us as we settled down at a table, and he no longer was concerned with the lunch we brought for him, our moms quite happy to add some extra for that nice little Timmy. And as soon as we finished, he trotted over and snared a practice ball. Winn had a pretty good audience of younger classmates and it made him feel good with their comments.
We were just finishing up before recess was over when Winn caught my eye and nodded over behind me, so I lazily turned and spotted three kids talking and recognized the tall one with styled black hair was likely Nigel by the way he was fluttering his fingers as they chatted. Winn raised a brow at me then turned to Timmy, “Hey buddy, wanna run the ball back for us?”
He happily scampered off as Winn smiled, “Bro, that’s Nigel. Man I can just imagine that nice bulge of his pumping spurts.” Nigel’s tight dress shorts bulged nicely down one leg and the one boy with curly blond hair seemed to be introducing another young but taller boy with worn cutoffs, “Jeez, blondie must be Tommy that liked a wet dink up his ass when he sucked Nigel and it looks like that’s not Benny but another dude who wants to make a quick fiver. Damn it’s too late for them to lunch, but maybe that’s good, because I promised myself to be hands off all day and catch up on our sleepover, a real ball buster!” and he banged the arm as Timmy came scampering back.
The afternoon classes were even more of a washout and I was as anxious as Winn when the bell went for club and activity time. I was surprised when we stepped out into the hallway and were met by the grinning Tim who saw my look of confusion, and proudly announced, “I told mister J…Jennings that I had to go to the w… washroom!” What he won’t do to be with his buddy because he usually spent all his activity time in the library club.
Since this was a school function, jocks from all the other grades were represented, so when we roll/trod in, his classmates and basketball team, waved with some, ‘DUNK!’ thrown in. We watched as they went through the usual indoor events like some calisthenics, dashes, some gymnastics and then to the basketball events. Winn was getting nervous, so I leaned over to them, “Hey Winn, you aren’t doing this alone, we’re a team, we got your back, so don’t worry about them or what they say, just… fuck’m!” and Timmy surprised me when he chimed in, “Yes buddy, jest F…Fuck’m!”
They did some dribble stuff and running dunks, then the coach announced, “Well as you all may have noticed we have one of the team assistants here today, who by the way has been very hopeful in helping the new team players with their shooting. So today shots from the foul line can be done sitting, K? Any problems?” There was a roar from the team and lower grades, whereas some older jocks that weren’t into bball shook their head a bit or looked at him with sympathy. I noticed some of the team members whispering conspiratorially and the test started. Winn was hot and missed just one which surprised the other mates who at first were going to help him by missing, but soon got serious themselves and tried harder. There was only one that was perfect and Win tied for second! Boy those older jocks went from pity to concern. Winn was so chest bulging proud when he was announced as second place and when so many kids cheered him.
The coach moved to the middle. “Guys, attention please! I’d like you to think about the challenges we all face at some time or other, with some greater than others. Some things that we all take for granted, like when we get out of bed get dressed, walk to school, play a little soccer and don’t ever think about. Well to some people that is a challenge every single day. Imagine what that would be like. This year I’ve decided to add some other events so we can include more students and to see how some challenges can just be in your mind. We are lucky to have a fine example in our midst. Someone you have already seen beat the odds with a second place. Yes, that’s our Dunk! Now roll your butt up here Winn buddy so we show the guys some events I have in mind!”
Winn suddenly panicked and froze, so I leaned over, “Hey Wheelie Boy, show ’em a good one now! Remember, fuck ‘em!” and he frowned for just a moment, then it hit him and the frown became a look of determination. He rocked the chair back and forth as the others watched curiously, then he made the wheels squeak, then lifted the small front ones and rode into the centre on the back ones as our classmates chanted, “WHEELIE BOY! WHEELIE BOY!” and the others hooted.
What an entrance! I needed those sunglasses again with that gleam he was emanating. The coach waved us over, “And here’s the team that has his back, Brent and Tim. He is one lucky dude to have friends like these guys.” and it was our turn to blush at first then relish the moment. You can only imagine what this did to li’le Timmy’s inferiority complex as he now beamed proudly too.
Once the noise settled down, the coach continued, “So let’s see how much someone can do to overcome any obstacles or challenges. I’ll show you the differences, so Roy, this is an event you like, so cm’ere and show us how you shimmy up the rope.”
They fastened the safety belt on him and he shimmied up to the red ribbon in about seven arm lengths then came back down and undid the belt. He waved the three of us over to him and asked loudly, “Winn and you guys, do you have a name for your team yet?” I didn’t hesitate and Winn and Tim were surprised when I piped up, “Yes sir, team ‘Winn’ because that’s who he is and that’s what he does!”
That took a few minutes to sink in, then the smiles started and few thumbs up including the coach. I couldn’t look at Winn because of that damned bright beam on his face!
He shook his head as he waved us to help Winn stand. They were impressed when he pulled himself up and Tim and I took sides. It didn’t seem to make any difference to the others when he was upright on his spindles. Like the coach’s bald head meant nothing either. He smiled though and winked at me, “Better take his shirt off so it doesn’t restrict him.” I caught on and you could’ve heard a pin drop when they saw his bare torso. Large bulges of striated muscle… abs… pecs… trapezius… biceps… lats like wings… Roy was really impressed and a lot of the other seniors changed from pity to obvious jealously.
The coach let it sink in, then, “K, now, let’s call this a rope ‘climb’ now, just arms. You try it first Roy.” He tried, and at about half way, he stopped, shook his head and let himself back down and smiled as he removed the safety belt and held it to Winn. Realizing how much the crowd liked the wheelie, I whispered to him, “Duckwalk time.”… “You sure?”… “You bet!”
The spectators were curious as I arranged myself behind him and then broke out in laughter and cheers as I did the Frankenstein walk with him. Roy was chuckling as he hooked up the safety belt and Winn was loosening up and really enjoying the attention now. Of course knowing him like I do, I was expecting him to start cutting up like the card he is. His quick glance at me proved it too.
He grabbed the rope in both hands and seemed to struggle, grunting away and trying to get his feet off the ground. He stopped all of a sudden and spoke out loudly, “Oh, I get it now! This looks easy…” Then the phony prick went up to the rope to the ribbon hand over hand faster than Roy, his spindly legs flopping all over the place. That brought out a lotta hoots and cheers and he lowered himself back down, Roy shaking his head in disbelief and Winn paused, “Darn that was fun. I’ve never done that before. Can I do it once more?” And that brought more applause and cheers as he did a repeat!
Roy was standing beside the coach, not the least bit humbled, but a real athlete, “We’ve got to have him on our team coach! Jeez he’s faster than me so rules don’t matter about using feet, it’s not a challenge for him. But it proves that my bloody legs make my arms challenged!”
Coach grinned as he nodded, “Right. Now Stan, you show Winfred how to do the iron cross on the rings please.”
Stan was one big dude and they adjusted the ring’s height overhead and he reached up, grabbed them and pulled himself up so his arms were horizontal to the floor, like a cross. Them moved down beside his thighs then back to the cross and held it to a count of 5 and his arms started trembling slightly so raised them and lowered back down. The crowd applauded and then I ducked Winn over under them and he reached up and grasped them. He repeated the same move but when he went to the last cross the crowd started to count, “…3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 10!” and they went wild as Winn lowered down. Stan shook his head as he shook Winn’s hand and bumped his shoulder with the side of his fist. He looked at the coach, “He should be on our team too coach, wadda ringer he would be at his age!”
I felt so proud of Winn, and so happy to see that smile on his face that looked like it was frozen on it. There were a lot of phones in the air now taking pics of this event. Rumor had spread fast and kids from other clubs and activities were adding to the crowd too.
Finally, the event I was waiting for, “Okay kids, I’d like to announce something that is not on any school agenda, but I can refer to it as a ‘fun’ event. This is often done in pubs, but today we are having Third Avenue Secondary School’s first ever ‘arm wrestling’ contest!” Thunder broke out what with the yelling and foot stomping and coach waited a moment then waved the crowd silent as two boys carried out a table and two chairs and sat it in the middle of the gym.
Coach looked around, ”I know you football jocks do it after practice a lot, so who’s your usual winner, Rocky?... Okay, he is it then. He announced loudly, “Well bring it on Rocky! Let’s here for The Man kids!” and the crowd roared.
Now this guy was big. Like REAL big and even made Winn’s eyes bug a bit, maybe shaking his confidence. But I knew how strong he really was, so I wanted to turn him up a bit and leaned down and close, “Okay big guy, I want you to give him your fucking evil eye now, you’re fucking pissed, he’s fucking yours, let him know you are gonna squeeze his fucking head so fucking hard he’ll shit his fucking brains out his ass. Now fucking NAIL HIM!!”
That did it. He was now mad, angry, and on a mission. Under his breath he exhaled, “You’re fuckin’ mine…” and they locked hands as he gritted his teeth, his face flushing a bit and all the muscles on his torso rippling. Their arms rocked back and forth off the vertical as the crowd turned silent. I could tell they we testing each other, and as they were parrying I noticed a change in their facial expressions. Butch’s confidence turned to one of surprise and oh, oh, Winn’s turned from anger to his devious one. This oughta be good…
Winn started playing with him, letting him start with several inches back making the crowd gasp softly, then he recouped, gaining several, getting some yeah’s. Butch had it figured out too and he tried to keep a straight face as Winn did another wave so it was halfway down against him, then waved it over and slammed him down. Needless to say the crowd went into frenzy again until they broke. Butch rose and leaned over, knuckles on the table, glaring at Winn angrily. Complete silence, Winn pretty scared too.
It held for a moment till Butch broke out in a broad smile and held out his open hand, “Let me be the first to congratulate the first unbeaten arm wrestler in the school! Winnie the Winner!! You’re the best! Let’s really hear it for him guys!”
Timmy and I stared at each other, not caring about the tears streaming down our cheeks, then hugged and I could feel his skinny body sobbing. When we quickly broke apart and wiped our eyes I noticed Butch wave a couple big players over and hoist Winn up on his shoulders. Winn’s withered thighs were a great contrast to the muscular forearms holding them down, but you know what? No one was paying any attention to them because people are more interested in what you have and not what you don’t have. I don’t think that Winnie completely understood that but he wasn’t thinking much about his ‘challenge’ as he enjoyed his new situation. Butch and his team marched around the gym with Winnie smiling, waving and knuckling everyone as they chanted, “Winn-ie… Winn-er
Coach shook his head, “This is so great! You three are lucky to have each other as friends. Don’t tell Winn, but he is gonna be our school’s Athlete of the Year, the first in our whole education district to be in a wheelchair! What a role model for all the other kids that are challenged. Good work!” Little did couch know that Winnie would soon be touring the schools in the district to show off his wheelies, dunks, spins and then take on a senior for an arm wrestle? The only request he had was that all challenged kids join him on stage as he did it.
The muscle boys came back over and dropped Winn back down. I told Timmy to hold him back up, took out the tank top and gave it to him. Besides being a little teary, he went wide eyed when I stretched it so he could read it. After he put it on, I tossed Timmy his and did he look surprised and we put ours on. Everyone nodded and hollered as we held Winn’s hands up between us and they lined up for selfies with him. Man with his big arms and that tight tank top, for sure no one was gonna notice his shriveled legs! In fact several girls sat on his lap in the wheelchair for selfies which kinda embarrassed him as he tolerated them, but when a couple cute boys did, I was hoping his interest then wasn’t going to begin rising.
He was pretty well overwhelmed, as were Timmy and I too, and he was non-stop chatter as he wheeled between us out of the gym. When we rounded a corner, his wheels suddenly squeaked as he stopped rolling. I followed his gaze and it looked like Nigel from the stall from the way Winn described him. Tall and thin, dress shorts and was waggling his fingers at a shorter boy as they came out of the art room. He was really cute, the spitting image of Harry Potter and a third boy with blond curls who was likely Toddy the cocksucker who liked to be butt punched as he did it.
Winn furled his brow at me blinked twice. He stopped and banged on his arm rests and looked at me, “Jeez! What a wild afternoon thanks to you, and since it’s Friday, I think we better have another sleepover! Whatcha think Brenty?”
“You got that right!” and I noticed Timmy look down, a little forlorn, “And what’s the problem with you little buddy?” and he looked up a little watery, “Well, it’d just I’m g…gonna miss you over the w…weekend…”
I shook my head, “Whoa, no way, you heard Winn say ‘WE’? Well you are part of ‘WE’! Well that’s if you don't have any plans that is."
That great grin spread over his face, "R…really? Er…n... no, I d...don't have any plans. That would be so g…great! I’ve never been invited t…to a sleepover before! But I don't have any p...pj's or anything?"
"Well you can sleep in the same things as us, and I have everything else you need bro." Winnie explained and winked at him, his grin turning into a smile that was so bright it could have blinded you. Then he turned to me, “Hey Brenty, I think I’d better use the washroom before we leave I’m not sure if I can make it home, “ then turned to Tim, “we’ll be back in a couple shakes!” and we wheel/walked in, leaving Timmy giggling.
We were very quiet and didn’t say a thing as we carefully moved down the stalls and when we got to the handicapped one, Winn put a fingertip to his lip then pointed to the handle and shook his head. The lock sign above it was still green; they had forgotten to lock it!
Winn motioned me to swing the door open and he’d wheel in fast. I did and we burst in and suddenly stopped, and you can just imagine the scene and it was even better than I had imagined when I had heard them at it before! All their shorts were down at their ankles, and when they turned to us, they froze, the blood draining from their faces as their jaws dropped. Neil was seated on the throne lid, his collared shirt unbuttoned and open, his torso naked with his knees spread and Toddy was bent down, his head in Neil’s lap. But when he turned his head to us, his jaw didn’t drop because Neil’s hard cock was still sideways in his mouth, the shaped pubes below his nose. Skinny Harry Potter was behind Toddy, wide eyed with fear, glasses down on his nose, his hands on Toddy’s bare hips, his stiff dick buried in Toddy’s bare ass.
Winn shook his head and barked, “Wow ! A bunch of fairy cocksuckers! K, pull your hard cocks out of whatever they are in and stand up, I wanna check those cocks out right NOW!”
They nervously did so and Winn wheeled over to them to ‘check’ them out. Read that ‘feel them up’. Naturally they were wilting, fear will do that you know, getting caught ‘in the act’. Neil’s was semi now, straight out, still bared and covered in fresh spit. Winn traced over the trimmed pubes, pinched the thin 5” shaft and the dangling balls. Winn nodded his approval as Neil relaxed, looking confused as he moved on to Toddy.
And he was big as we had heard them say, still 5½” hard and dry, not having been buried yet. Winn peeled and thumb rubbed the most tip, making Toddy shiver, and nodded again like he was some kinda cock connoisseur, dying to swallow it. He pulled on a couple curlies then lifted the respectable sized bag and nodded at them too.
The ‘Potter’ boy’s dangling dick was the smallest and still shiny too, so Winn checked the knob and the small bag that was up tight with a couple lumps in it.
Winn grinned at them, “Well, we could tell on you, but won’t as long as you have never seen us. So go back to work and have fun!” And boy did they relax fast, chuckling at each other as they played with their sagging dinks and we wheel/walked out.
Timmy looked relieved as we approached him, “”Hey! I w…was starting to worry a… about you and almost went in.”
Whoops! I could see Tim look relieved, “Yeah, we had to wait, there was someone in it and boy was it ripe after too.” Tim frowned, and Winn did a quick comeback, “And he was still washing his hands when we left…”
We headed for the street and got a wave from Bob who grinned, “Well that was some show! Winnie, you were fantastic! Allow me to welcome you to the Royal Coach Master!”
That brought a chuckle from us and grinned when Winnie pumped up, looking important as he ascended on the lift and Bob smiled at Timmy, “And my my, my little man you're sure looking sharp today! Well all of you are in those team shirts” and Timmy proudly blushed as Bob bowed, “And where do the three musketeers, I mean the royal entourage wish to be have the carriage deliver them today?”
“To Brent's place, please. We're having another sleepover!" Winnie replied proudly.
"Oh, oh, that doesn't sound good!" he said with a wink at Tim, “Think you can keep these two urchins under control?”
Timmy squirmed and gave him a stern look, “Y…yep! If they don’t I’ll give them a good w…whuppin’!” and Bob chuckled as we cringed back from Timmy, then we all broke up. A good start for the weekend!
We got to my place and Timmy brushed me aside and helped work Winnie’s chair up the steps and into the house. There was a note on the kitchen table along with some money and I smiled at the team, "Looks like pizza tonight! My mom's going to be late!" Timmy clapped his hands together and chirped, "E…excellent! I haven't had any since my b…birthday last year!" (I figured he would be able to eat at least half of it) We went into my room and he fidgeted as he stood by the computer. I teased him a bit by making him wait, then, “Oh, would you do me a favor and fire up the computer?” and he almost threw himself down on another chair. I went and grabbed some Cokes from the kitchen, then got my mother's computer chair and wheeled it into my room. They were now sitting shirtless and Winnie was in his chair with his hand on Timmy's bony shoulder.
They turned and looked at me and Winnie said, "It was getting hot in here so we decided to take our shirts off if you don’t mind?”
I gave Winn a friendly smirk when I told them it was a good idea and took mine off too and helped Winnie off the wheelchair and onto the computer chair. Timmy looked at me curiously, so I explained, "Winnie likes a change of wheels every now and then" and they both giggled as I took my mom’s chair. I didn’t bother to explain that the armless were best when we wanted to reach over and do a lap dance on each other. And I knew Winnie’s nefarious intent and absolutely agreed with it. We drank our Cokes and took turns at the computer, warming up by putting our hands on the legs of the player or over his shoulders.
And I knew Winnie was anxious to get some naughty things going, so I said, "Do you mind if I take these uncomfortable shorts off, I usually play in my underwear in my own room, and it is the weekend right?"
Timmy fidgeted slightly as he shrugged then stared as I pulled them off and rubbed my bulge, "That's better!"
"Do you want to give me a hand, Tim?" Winn asked as he grabbed the edge of the table and levered his ass off the chair.
Timmy didn’t hesitate very much after seeing me so casual about it and undid the shorts and pulled them down. Winn was getting hard and you could see the outline of his shaft pressing out his briefs and Timmy blushed slightly as Winnie ran his palm down the swelling, "Yes it is more comfortable!" Tim was a little torn between his modesty and wanting to be one of the boys, and maybe by the curiosity of his now roaring genes. We politely ignored him, like no big deal, and went back to the game. He waited a few moments then stood up and took off his cutoffs. Winnie was glancing out of the corner of his eye at the tight briefs with a large shaft curving down and tucking underneath. Yowser…
Timmy was blushing slightly and Winnie turned and nonchalantly said, "Oh, you took yours off too. How's it feel?"
Timmy ran his palm down his thick shaft like Winnie had, "Y...you're right, tha... that's better!" and grinned from ear to ear as he giggled. (Man, he had our attention now!)
We continued playing semi naked. As Timmy was playing, I noticed Winnie rest his hand on the inside of Tim’s thigh and slowly slide it up as he played till the back of his hand pressed against the bulge. And Tim would occasionally glance down at our crotches. A couple times he slid his fingers under his waistband and scratched.
And the next time he did it Winnie chuckled, "Got fleas Tim?" He replied said innocently, "Oh, n... no, it's just my d…darn hairs." Timmy modestly blushing a little, but I could see he was also slightly relieved, because at his age, with growing hormones, you’re driven by these new desires and by increasing curiosity with anything to do with sex. Remember? And he hesitated, but only for a moment. Winn was his new bud now, so he stuck his thumbs in his waistband and pulled it down, exposing his pubes and a bit of his dick. He had half dozen long ones above the base of a thick shaft. Winnie looked surprised, "You've got hairs? I don't have any, can I see yours?" Timmy modestly blushed a little, but I could see he was also slightly relieved, because at his age, with growing hormones, you’re driven by these new desires and by increasing curiosity with anything to do with sex. Remember? And he hesitated, but only for a moment. Winn was his new bud now, so he stuck his thumbs in his waistband and pulled it down, exposing his pubes and a bit of his dick. He had half dozen long ones above the base of a thick shaft.
That's neat!" Winnie said, "Can we feel them?" That made Timmy feel good and also be one of the gang, letting then do something they want and what he wanted too, so he nodded his approval. We twirled the hairs in our fingers and pulled on them lightly as he looked down to watch and I noticed he was really straining against the briefs and I made a point of rubbing my fingers over the hard shaft that was showing. "I don't have any yet, feel how smooth I am." and Winnie pulled his waistband down exposing his bare pubes and half of his hard shaft.
Timmy’s brow rose, then became a little nervous, maybe from his straining hardon, but more than likely from just being so fucking horny he didn’t hesitate this time. He reached right down and ran his fingers around the smooth pubes and Winnie moaned softly, "Oh, that feels so good. It’s making me hard,” and giggled, “why dontcha squeeze it and see what you think."
Winnie looked over at the tent in my underwear, and winked, so I pulled my waistband down too, “Check mine out too Timmy.”
He reached down with his other hand and pulled on some of my curlies too, so I joined my fingers with Winn’s on his and Timmy squirmed a bit as he felt both our pubes too. It was perfectly quiet, our fingers searching, our minds racing and hormones roaring.
Winn broke the silence, “Jeez, Timmy, I’m getting hard, wanna check it out?” Tim let out a gulp as he pinched his way down the straining shaft in Winn’s underwear, “And better check out Brenty Tim, looks like he's hardening up too!" We all were perfectly quiet now as he reached over, still squeezing Winny’s and started squeezing my shaft bow, a straining cock in each of his hands. As he squeezed his way down my exposed bit of cock muscle, Tim swallowed hard, “Me t…too. Maybe b…better ch…check me t…too…” so weI joined together on Tim’s hard cloth tube. It was thick and he was starting to squirm as he looked back and forth at ours as he pinched down. Boy, not only were our hard dicks abuzzing but our whole bodies were.
"Well it feels like the three musketeers are getting their muskets up!" Winnie blurted out, "Jeez, I’m so uncomfortable, would you mind helping me by taking these darn things off buddy, before my dick breaks in half?" and pulled himself up off the seat.
The li’le (?) guy was no longer shy anymore, you know, teen hormones ravishing his thin body, blindly driven by his raging hardon, a throbbing hard cock in each hand. That silence was broken by the request as he chuckled and let go of our cocks as Winnie lifted himself off the seat.
He rose up and moved over in front of Winn as we both stared at little Timmy’s underwear, well at the few curlies on his exposed pubes, the bit of thick shaft and the tip staining the bottom of the briefs out.
Tim nervously licked his lips and looked serious with the job his boss had asked him to do. He put his fingers in the waistband and slid the briefs down the thighs and paused when Winnie's cock snapped up. He stared at it wide-eyed when Winn made it bob a couple of times as he dropped back on the seat. He lifted the legs with the briefs and slit them off, letting Winn’s knurled legs drop.
Winnie sighed as he grabbed his throbbing cock and gave it a couple of strokes, "Oh man, that's better, feel how hard it is!"
Timmy, anxious now, no longer shy with hormones controlling him, quickly reached down and wrapped his fist around it and slowly stroked it, "It's really h... hard and l…long too!" Timmy was giggling now as he tugged down on the big bulge of cotton in his own briefs.
Winn chuckled, and inquired, a little teasingly. “Think Brenty’s as hard as I am Timmy?"
Timmy was really getting it on now and hustled over in front of me, his knob quite prominent as it stretched his briefs out at the bottom. I lifted my hips as he leaned down and grabbed my waistband and pulled them off, staring at my throbbing member that sprang up. He wasn’t quite sure what to do now, then realizing Winn’s question quickly sat back down between us again, fidgeting as he glanced back and forth at the rigid dicks sticking up between our legs as he ran his wrist down the swelling in his briefs.
Timmy squeezed his tent, as he smiled modestly, then grasped a hard cock in each hand and looked back and forth as he squeezed, testing them, "It's as h... hard as yours, and it's got skin like mine" and tee heed.
We watched him squirm a bit, hesitating, and I remembered myself being in a similar situation. Still youthfully shy? Wondering if they will laugh at my boy boner? Too small? My developing macho defenses starting to develop? Will I be accepted with what I got? Will they’ll think I’m a sissy? Fuck it! I’m hard as a rock. I love their dinks and wanna do things now. I gotta whack off. I’m curious. Be bold! Bare the beast! Here I go…
"I’m r…really uncomfortable now too!" then looked at Winn who was hungrily staring at the stretched cotton, "W…will you help me W…Winnie b… buddy?", and when Winnie nodded, he stood up and nervously dropped his hands and moved over in front of him. The engorged knob on Winnie‘s hardon was humming as he licked his lips, swallowed hard and hungrily looked at the swelling in Timmy’s new briefs. Then he reached out for the waistband… Timmy’s brow rose, then became a little nervous, maybe from his straining hardon, but more than likely from just being fucking horny so didn’t hesitate this time. He reached right down and ran his fingers around the smooth pubes and Winnie moaned softly, "Oh, that feels so good. It’s making me hard,” and giggled, “why dontcha squeeze it and see what you think." Timmy was starting to get bolder and more comfortable as he was getting into it and pinched the base of the thick shaft with his thumb and forefinger. He swallowed and licked his dry lips as Winnie said, "Looks like you are too! Want me to check it?" and Tim nodded rapidly now, and didn’t flinch as Winnie squeezed his, but he continued squeezing Winn’s.
I quickly pulled my waistband down till mine arched out except for my knob nodule which was caught it. Winnie looked over "Better check out Brenty Tim, looks like he's hardening up too!"
We all were perfectly quiet now as he reached over, still squeezing Winny’s and started squeezing my shaft bow, a straining cock in each of his hands. As he squeezed his way down my exposed cock muscle, I joined Winnie on the hard cloth tube. It was thick and he was starting to squirm as he looked back and forth at ours. "Well it feels like the three musketeers are getting their muskets up!" Winnie blurted out, "Jeez, I’m so uncomfortable, would you mind helping me by take these darn things off buddy, before my dick breaks in half?" and pulled himself up off the seat.
The l’le (?) guy was no longer shy anymore, you know, teen hormones ravishing his thin body, blindly driven by his raging hardon, a throbbing hard cock in each hand. The silence was broken by the request as he chuckled and let go of my cock and leaned over as Winnie lifted himself off the seat, and pulled them off. Winnie's cock snapped up as he dropped back on the seat and made it bob a couple of times as Timmy stared at it wide-eyed.
Winnie sighed as he grabbed his throbbing cock and gave it a couple of strokes, "Oh man, that's better, feel how hard it is." Timmy, anxious now, reached down and wrapped his fist around it and slowly stroked it, "It's really h... hard and l…long too!" Bob had been watching us, "Well, the three musketeers again! And my my, my little man you're sure looking sharp Tim." He dropped the ramp up the bus, "And where to today boys?" "To Brent's place, please. We're having another sleepover!" Winnie replied proudly. "Oh, oh, that doesn't sound good!" he said with a wink at Tim, “Think you can keep these two urchins under control?” Timmy squirmed and gave him a stern look, “Y…yep! If they don’t I’ll give them a good w…whuppin’!” and Bob chuckled as we cringed back from Timmy, then we all broke up. A good start for the weekend! We got to my place and Timmy helped me work Winnie’s chair up the steps and into the house. There was a note on the kitchen table along with some money and I said, "Looks like pizza tonight! My mom's going to be late!" Timmy clapped his hands together and chirped, "E…excellent! I haven't had any since my b…birthday last year!" (I figured he would be able to eat at least half of it)
We went into my room and he fidgeted as he stood by the computer. I teased him a bit by making him wait, then, “Oh, would you do me a favor and fire up the computer?” and he almost threw himself down on another chair.
I went and grabbed some Cokes from the kitchen, then got my mother's computer chair and wheeled it into my room. They were now sitting shirtless and Winnie was in his chair with his hand on Timmy's bony shoulder. They turned and looked at me and Winnie said, "It was getting hot in here so we decided to take our shirts off if you don't mind?"
I gave Winn a friendly smirk when I told them it was a good idea and took mine off too and helped Winnie off the wheelchair and onto the computer chair. Timmy looked at me curiously, so I explained, "Winnie likes a change of wheels every now and then" and they both giggled as I took my mom’s chair. I didn’t bother to explain that the armless were best when we wanted to reach over and do a lap dance on each other. And I knew Winnie’s nefarious intent and absolutely agreed with it.
We drank our Cokes and took turns at the computer, warming up by putting our hands on the legs of the player or our arms over his shoulders.
And I knew Winnie was anxious to get some naughty things going, so I said, "Do you mind if I take these uncomfortable shorts off, I usually play in my underwear in my own room, and it is the weekend right?" Timmy fidgeted slightly as he shrugged then stared as I pulled them off and rubbed my bulge, "That's better!" "Do you want to give me a hand, Tim?" Winn asked as he grabbed the edge of the table and levered his ass off the chair. Timmy didn’t hesitate very much after seeing me so casual about it and undid the shorts and pulled them off. Winn was getting hard and you could see the outline of his shaft pressing out his briefs and Timmy blushed slightly as Winnie ran his palm down the swelling, "Yes it is more comfortable!"
Tim was a little torn between his modesty and wanting to be one of the boys, and maybe by the curiosity of his now roaring genes. We politely ignored him, like no big deal, and went back to the game. He waited a few moments then stood up and took off his cutoffs. Winnie was glancing out of the corner of his eye at the tight briefs with a large shaft curving down and tucking underneath. Yowser…
Timmy was blushing slightly and Winnie turned and nonchalantly said, "Oh, you took yours off too. How's it feel?"
Timmy ran his palm down his thick shaft like Winnie had, "Y...you're right, tha... that's better!" and grinned from ear to ear as he giggled. (Man, he had our attention now!) We continued playing semi naked. As Timmy was playing, I noticed Winnie rest his hand on the inside of Tim’s thigh and slowly slid it up as he played till the back of his hand pressed against the bulge. And Tim would occasionally glance down at our crotches.
A couple times he slid his fingers under his waistband and scratched. And the next time he did it Winnie chuckled, "Got fleas Tim?" He replied said innocently, "Oh, n... no, it's just my darn hairs."
Winnie looked surprised, "You've got hairs? I don't have any, can I see yours?"
Timmy modestly blushed a little, but I could see he was also slightly relieved, because at his age, with growing hormones, you’re driven by these new desires and by increasing curiosity with anything to do with sex. Remember? And he hesitated, but only for a moment. Winn was his new bud now, so he stuck his thumbs in his waistband and pulled it down, exposing his pubes and a bit of his dick. He had half dozen long ones above the base of a thick shaft.
"That's neat!" Winnie said, "Can we feel them?" That made Timmy feel good and also be one of the gang, letting then do something they want and what he wanted too, so he nodded his approval. We twirled the hairs in our fingers and pulled on them lightly as he looked down to watch and I noticed he was really straining against the briefs and I made a point of rubbing my fingers over the hard shaft that was showing.
"I don't have any yet, feel how smooth I am." and Winnie pulled his waistband down exposing his bare pubes and half of his hard shaft
Winnie looked over at the tent in my underwear, "Looks like you're uncomfortable too Brent?", and I nodded, "Maybe you better help him out too Timmy. You’re our private stripper!" Timmy was giggling now as he tugged down on the big bulge of cotton in his briefs and moved over in front of me, his knob also quite prominent as it stretched his briefs out at the bottom. I lifted my hips as he leaned down and grabbed my waistband and pulled them off, staring at my throbbing member that sprang up. Then he sat slowly back down between us again, fidgeting as he glanced back and forth at the rigid dicks sticking up between our legs as he ran his wrist down the swelling in his briefs. "Is he as hard as I am Timmy?" Winnie inquired, a little teasingly.
Timmy squeezed his tent as he smiled meekly, then grasped a hard cock in each hand and looked back and forth as he squeezed, testing them, "It's as h... hard as yours, and it's got skin like mine!" and tee heed.
He giggled as started bending our cocks around, making airplane sounds, ’vroom… vroom,’ then nd pressing the tips, ‘pow…pow’ like he was plying and arcade fighter.
That broke us up a lot, and I noticed him looking down at this briefs as he squirmed a bit, hesitating, and I remembered myself being in a similar situation. Being youthfully shy, he’s probably thinking … will they laugh at my boy boner? Too small? His developing macho defenses starting to develop… will I be accepted with what I got? Will they think I’m a sissy? Fuck it! I’m hard as a rock. I love their dinks and wanna do things with them now. I gotta whack off. I’m curious. Be bold! Bare the beast! Here I go…
So he lookd at me, "I’m r…really uncomfortable now too!" then looked at Winn who was hungrily staring at the stretched cotton, "W…will you help me W…Winnie b… buddy?", and when Winnie nodded, he stood up and nervously dropped his hands as he moved over in front of him. The engorged knob on Winnie‘s hardon was humming as he licked his lips, swallowed hard and hungrily looked at the swelling in Timmy’s new briefs. Then he reached out for the waistband…
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END OF CHAPTER 9
TBC: Timmy tastes the team’s tips and tubs for his first time, loving his first sleezeover. His cuzin’ Rick joins in and he likes to do rectal ridin’ so goes for a bouncin’ ride on Brent who gets off in him, loving this new rodeo rod riding bit…
Author’s note: I hope you are enjoying this fantasy tale, not about a boy, but by a boy, a blooming boy. The use of adult words, rolling off young tongues. The constant focus no longer on playing with plastic toys, but enjoying the new feelings from sprouting fleshy toys. And seeking with other blooming comrades situations where, often as possible, they can share body ravaging rushes… remember… you like?
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