Discovering A Mute Boy
Chapter 10
Risky Behavior
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EXCERPT FROM MISSED OPPORTUNITIES & REGRETS
Grabbing on to the handle and swinging the door open I swiveled my head back around flashing him one of my own playful smiles and winking at him. “Maybe.” I replied before stepping into the hallway where the elevators were located leaving the stunned pre-teen standing with his mouth hanging open and gaping at me.
My response seemed to have caught Luke off guard with him hesitating for a moment before actually jumping for the door before it shut closed on him. “Hey, what exactly does that mean?” He asked scooting next to me while I grinned at him smugly, refusing to respond and leaving him to his own thoughts to ponder if he had heard me correctly.
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RISKY BEHAVIOR
Easter came and went with my life turning back to some sort of normalcy. With Mrs. Wilkerson obtaining all the proper documentation Marty had been released into PopPop’s care and within the hour we were all checked out of the hospital heading back to the cabin to start preparing for Easter dinner. Of course Pop’s made sure to pick up an Easter basket for both of us, and I had to laugh at the way the ‘older’ boy reacted to the treats. It was only surpassed when PopPop presented the small turkey with all the trimmings. By the time we went to bed that night it was one happy small boy who crawled in beside me with us cuddling up together. We had become very close to one another and I noticed a remarkable change begin to take hold as if he were finally able to slowly open up and trust other people in his life.
With Easter weekend coming to an end we brought Marty home with us, and when we showed him the room he would be staying in explaining how it was his very own the boy sat down on the bed and softly began to cry. I knew it was all because of his years in captivity and how he never had anything this nice that he could call his very own. PopPop made it a point to explain to Marty how this was his very own space and no one was allowed inside unless he said it was alright. From that point on we made sure to emphasize this by always knocking on his door when it was closed and waiting for him to open it, or pausing in the entryway until he indicated it was alright to come inside.
It was amazing to watch his transformation from a timid cautious shy kid into one that became more interactive and inviting. With Easter vacation coming to an end school started up for me and PopPop wasted no time in getting the smaller boy signed up as well placing him into special-ed classes with a specialist who began working to re-integrate the boy into some sense of normalcy. The specialist made some initial assessments noting how Marty was a very bright kid who naturally was behind in regards to his educational level, but definitely capable of catching up with hard work and time. Marty seemed to pick up on things quickly, and after additional testing the specialist found out that in some regards it was as if the smaller boy had a photographic memory. He didn’t think it was actually photographic memory, but the boy seemed to remember visual types of stimuli, which he concluded would be the best way to teach the younger boy.
Since Marty was a visual learner, the first order of business was to find a way to improve his mode of dialogue. Even though there was nothing wrong with his vocal cords it was decided to give sign language a try in order to jump start his communication since it was a visual type of activity. To the specialist’s surprise within days Marty had learned the alphabet and most of the basic hand signs.
It was almost as if the floodgates had opened up with the smaller boy improving leaps and bounds in the way he was able to actually carry on conversations. He was like a sponge yearning for the ability to finally be able to talk to us; with PopPop and I also getting lessons. Even though a few years back Nana, Pops, and I had signed up for sign language lessons at the community center, Pop’s was still better at it because one of his patients had been deaf so used it more often. It was because he had been taking lessons for his patient that Nana and I thought it might be fun to learn some of the basics as well. Why we didn’t try to use sign language at the cabin was beyond me, but I suppose we simply didn’t think on it since it was obvious Marty wasn’t deaf. It really didn’t matter since he never knew how to sign in the first place.
So, after a few days it was like even I had gotten into the swing of things with it becoming easier each day as I began to recall my earlier lessons of the basics. Part of my signing getting better was also mostly due to the fact Marty and I spent a lot more time together; especially, at night when he’d crawl into my bed and we’d snuggle up together. I suppose for Pops and me it was also easier for us since we didn’t actually have to sign because Marty could hear us. I found that doing the actual signing was more difficult than to see someone else doing it because my mind immediately picked up on the meaning of a particular hand motion. When I tried to sign I had to sit and think on it and I’ve heard the same thing was true when someone tried to learn a different language. It was always easier to pick up on the words than to try speaking it.
At night the two of us would snuggle together with him padding over in the middle of the evening and crawling into bed with me. It was kind of strange because he would crawl into his own bed first with me putting ointment on him before going to bed in my own room, but about an hour later he’d make his way over and crawl under the covers with me. It started the very first night when we came home after Easter weekend. At the cabin he had simply crawled into bed with me every night. Now that we were home a new routine was started up and I figured he was just able to sleep easier with me close by.
The first night home I had slipped into bed naked as usual, and once under the covers in the privacy and security of my own room I made sure to take care of my needs. Reaching between my legs I began doing what came naturally to a boy my age and within moments I was sighing in relief when I emptied out my milk tanks. I had writhed around before stiffening up when that euphoric sensation washed over my body and I watched enraptured as thick strings of tacky boy butter came spitting out the tip end of my penis to splatter warmly along my stomach and chest. Lately my orgasms had become a tad more intense and I’ve noticed my goopy butter milk becoming thicker and denser. I’m sure the intensity of my orgasms was due in part to my recent sexual encounters because they only managed to fuel my fantasies while I masturbated. The maturing aspect of my ejaculate was probably more due to natural causes with my body growing up.
With my pubescent needs satiated I had cleaned myself up and began to relax when Marty had come padding silently into my room with his small jig and tackle creating a nice boy lump in his brand new white boy’s briefs. On the way home PopPop had insisted we go clothes shopping. We bought several new complete outfits for Marty which I thought looked nice on him. I only needed underwear so ended up selecting several loose fitting boxers and more form fitting boxer briefs while Marty opted for the simple white boy’s briefs.
We even got haircuts while there. I only needed a trim while the smaller boy had more done to his. At my urging he still kept it on the long side with it hanging over his ears and along the nape of his neck just above his shoulders in the back. The front hung over his forehead down to his eyes and was swept from his right to the left just enough to keep it from hanging in his beautiful green eyes.
Seeing the long haired boy in his snug fitting white briefs with his boy penis and testicles creating a small lump in them made me smile. He wasn’t even wearing a shirt, which seemed to show just how much at ease he had become around me. Admittedly the kid was adorably cute and even though I had just got done spilling my seed all over my stomach and chest it didn’t stop me from chubbing up. When Marty hesitated looking at me with pleading eyes I had smiled and lifted up the covers indicating he could join me.
Stepping up lithely to the bed he crawled under the covers and snuggled up with me. Of course he could see I was naked and a small smile crept over his features when he realized I was hard down there. He immediately cuddled up closer and I could feel he had popped one as well, but neither of us made a big deal over it simply accepting the way the two of us reacted to one another. I could tell the boy was still a bit self conscious when he got an erection, most boys tend to get that way, but this was different with him. I knew there was something more to it, but for now didn’t press him on it. At the moment I was happy knowing he trusted me enough not to hide it from me anymore.
This became our new routine with him coming into my room about an hour after we went to bed. In a way it kind of worked out perfectly because it gave me plenty of time to take care of my own adolescent needs. I’m sure if I wasn’t able to jack off every night I’d have a difficult time controlling myself with him because I yearned to do something sexual with the other boy but knew it just wasn’t right, at least not for now. Maybe later it would be different, but there was too much going on right now without adding to his confusion about things. It was through this way with him cuddling up to me at night that I was slowly able to find out more about him and what happened.
Of course he made sure I kept my promise in regards to explaining puberty and other things to him. This topic seemed to interest him, which didn’t surprise me since it was typical for boys our age. Our minds were always on sex, and even though he may have been naïve about a lot of things in regards to this issue his body definitely was gearing up to enter a period of time where he simply couldn’t control how he felt about it. This was something which naturally happened to all of us. Biology and knowledge were two separate things once puberty set in because even if someone didn’t understand something in regards to sex it didn’t mean our bodies wouldn’t react to the sexual stimuli all around us. This was something physically in nature which all boys went through as we matured.
The only drawback to coming back home was that somehow the news media had gotten a hold of the story about what happened to Marty. The first day when we got back in the morning it was just one asshole who somehow had found out about the story and where we lived. He kept hounding us all the way to our door constantly shoving his microphone into our faces and asking his cameraman if he got a clear shot of everyone while we fought our way back inside the house. By the afternoon it was a complete circus with the major news outlets literally camped out on our lawn.
It was intimidating for Marty, not to mention they began hashing the old news about what had happened to me a few years earlier as well. For two whole days we were hounded with coverage of me and Marty being played extensively on the news. It wasn’t until Pops finally made a statement to the media providing them with some broad information while also pointing out how irresponsible it was of them to literally stalk two innocent boys did we see any pushback against the coverage.
Suddenly there was a backlash from the community against the ‘stalkers’ because it came across as the news media exploiting us for ratings with friends and neighbors from everywhere coming out and literally threatening the media with bodily harm. The police had to come in to calm things down. It wasn’t until a court order came down for the media to vacate the premises or face consequences of child endangerment that they began to think twice. It was one thing to cover news but totally different to actually put children at risk by being irresponsible. The judge made it very clear that if the media persisted he would be watching them very closely and if they made a misstep in any way it was all the excuse he would need to toss them in jail until further notice for contempt of court and anything else he could throw their way. He meant business and he made no bones about it because he felt this was an irresponsible media who were acting like a bunch of stalkers against innocent kids no less. After that things calmed down quickly.
Now that spring break was over we only had a couple months left of school before summer break. With classes back into full swing it complicated things for me; not only because of the newly heightened events of my past, but also because Easter weekend had left me feeling horny all the time now after my sexual encounters with Marty and Luke. With the longer haired boy it had been more accidental while with Luke more deliberate, which in turn left me a bit weirded out by the way I felt about the entire incident.
My mind was constantly on my younger friend back in Eelee, and the missed opportunity between the two of us. We were close as it was, but after our encounter and talk I felt even more connected to him wondering what it meant for us. We began chatting regularly together on skype and I found myself wanting to be with him all the time. My feelings in this regard confused me like so many other of my new found sentiments. It didn’t help matters any with Marty snuggling up to me every night. I enjoyed the closeness we shared, but feeling his warm body up against mine and waking up with him every morning all soft and snuggly wrapped up protectively in my arms, left me feeling emotions I’ve never experienced in my young years.
Not even my girlfriend managed to get me this worked up. I still felt that sort of sexual passion for her, but it wasn’t the intense infatuation I felt for Marty or Luke. Even gym class became a bit intense for me every time my eyes settled on Joey. I was starting to get turned on by the other boy and it didn’t help any that he still managed to keep himself concealed; always able to time things so he came in after I had showered and was getting ready to leave. At least we were talking together more often. I had him in one other class, Social Studies, and I started sitting next to him so we could chat. Well there was choir too on certain days during school hours and some evenings afterwards, but that really didn’t count as a class per se since it was an extra curricular activity. Besides, the way we were arranged in choir I never really got to chat with him there.
When I first began to sit next to him in Social Studies after I got back from Easter break, I could tell he was wondering why someone like me, a fairly popular kid among my peers, would talk to a guy like him. To me it didn’t much matter though because I began to enjoy hanging out and chatting with him. It wasn’t as if I was a part of that small group of the ‘most’ popular kids in school, but rather one of those kids who was sociable enough and did well enough in sports to have a wide range of friends.
Overall I was well regarded with my classmates, which allowed me to be fairly popular. Personally, I would never want to be in that click of the most popular kids and preferred being a more rounded type of guy. This allowed me to have a wide range of other kids who were my friends and not getting frowned upon in regards to who I was hanging out with because of the clicks those kids were associated with. It’s what allowed me to hang out now with Joey even though he was younger than the rest of us in class.
The boy was shy, but he had a nice sense of humor about him once someone got to know him. He may not have been considered like one of the popular kids, but he also wasn’t one of those who were considered too weird and ignored in our school. I suppose as with most schools there were simply those groups of kids that for whatever reason were too far out there for the rest of us to kind of figure out. It probably wasn’t fair, but at our age there was a lot of peer pressure not to mention we just didn’t have the proper social tools to be so inclusive. Sadly this meant there was always a small group of kids which never seemed to fit in anywhere.
With Joey though, everyone appeared to like him, but he was just one of those quiet reserved kind of kids who always flew under the radar. Athletic wise he was pretty good holding his own even though he was younger than the rest of us, but you could tell sports wasn’t his thing. He seemed to enjoy it enough and had fun once he got into it, but I suppose with him being younger than the rest of us he wasn’t into it as much. The kid was smart as a whip though, but never flaunted it in someone’s face always being low key about it. I suppose this was another quality about him most of us appreciated. We all knew he was way smarter than the rest of us, but not in a geeky kind of way, and he never rubbed it in anyone’s nose.
Even though he was probably one year ahead for his age by being in our class, I suspected he was one of those kids who should have been even a class or two higher. I did know he was taking some advanced classes as well so he could stay in our class instead of being bumped up. In a way I suppose it made sense because I knew how I’d feel if I had to be in a class filled with kids two or three years older than me. As it stood now, he was already the youngest boy in our class and it was obvious some things made him feel uncomfortable like showering after PE class because of the age difference.
The days of the first school week back from our spring break blew by us quickly with it now being well into the second week. I fell into a routine now, which was important for Marty as well. This school day was going pretty much like all the other ones and the last class of the day was wrapping up with our PE teacher glancing at the clock. This week we had been involved in a resounding competition of volleyball and everyone was having a blast with it. Who knew volleyball could be so much fun with it being a game which could be broken evenly into co-ed teams of both boys and girls. There was one last volley before Coach blew the whistle calling it a day with everyone gathering together their stuff and heading towards the locker room. Holding up his clipboard the Coach barked out my name and Joey’s so we hung back while the others disappeared into the locker rooms getting showered up and heading for home or other after school activities.
As part of the school’s code, every day two students in our PE class was assigned some tasks to clean up around the place. It was part of the curriculum to teach us some responsibility. The idea behind it was that if we had to clean and take care of things in general then we would learn about the time and effort it took to maintain equipment and be more respectful. Most of the times they were simple tasks such as putting the gear away and some basic cleaning up like sweeping the floors and stuff. Other times they were more involved, and if necessary more students called upon to help get the project done. The teachers were always careful to keep the tasks on an even keel so as not to make it too long, but enough to make them useful.
The schedule rotated with one day belonging to the girl’s and the next day to the boys. Everyone ended up getting assigned a cleaning task at some point at least once a month with the list of names rotating around. Every Friday those who were going to be scheduled for the following week were contacted either by email or phone so I already knew I was assigned for today. I wasn’t exactly sure how the names were allocated, but sort of suspected it was done based on locker numbers, which seemed to be confirmed since it was now Joey’s and my turn.
“Alright boys first I need you to break down the volleyball net and then gather up the rest of the equipment. You can put everything away in the side closet over there.” He pointed by the bleachers before leading us into the side hallway and opening up another closet that I’ve never seen opened noticing it was actually a small room.
The room had shelves of mats and all sorts of gymnastic equipment piled up randomly. “I know this is kind of a big project and might take a little longer than usual, but I was hoping you boys might be able to sort of get it organized. We’ve got a big cataloging project coming up at the end of the year, and lately I’ve been assigning tasks of getting all these old rooms organized to make it easier come inventory day. This is probably a bit more involved than the other rooms I’ve assigned, but I can get a couple more guys to help out if you think it is necessary.” He offered up while I took a good look around noticing on one side a rail along the wall with mirrors from the top to the bottom where I suppose the gymnasts would practice their forms and be able to see what it looked like.
The heat was radiating outwards from the room since the vents had been closed down and I could tell exactly what needed to be done. At first glance it appeared like there was a lot to do, but in actuality there wasn’t too much equipment inside. They were just spread around with similar items scattered in different places. It would be easy enough for myself and Joey to haul the stuff out of the room and then put them back inside organizing all similar items so they were put back together in the same place making it easier to count come inventory time. It wasn’t as if we had to actually put them together or something or even clean them off. All we had to do was get all the similar items organized together so it made things easier to count. It would take a little more time than usual, but not all that much more so I shrugged my shoulders.
“Nah, it’s cool. Everyone’s already getting cleaned up and are ready to head home for the day. I don’t think it will take us too much longer.” I announced with Joey looking at me sideways not so sure, but shrugging his shoulders taking my lead. Damn, he looked so cute, I thought feeling that familiar stirring in the basement of my shorts.
The Coach looked at me for a second then shrugged his shoulders waving us off to get to it then. Within moments the volleyball stuff was put away and we were back at the other room starting to haul stuff out of it. I had quickly explained to Joey my plan and he seemed to think it was a good enough one so we set about getting it done. It didn’t take too long to haul most everything out of the room. All that was left were the mats on several of the shelves. Instead of hauling those out I thought it best to select a set of shelves on one side of the room and pile all the mats on those according to size.
It was hot in the room and both of us were sweating. Glancing over I noticed Joey using the hem of his shirt to wipe off his face exposing his nice firm stomach. He had such a cute rectangular shaped face with rosy cheeks which practically glowed red in this heat. His deep cobalt blue orbs glittered on his sweaty face with his dark brown hair and eyebrows making them stand out even more.
My eyes shifted downwards and noticed how his baggy gym shorts now clung to his sweaty thighs. Since his shorts were pretty much damp with perspiration they also clung to his groin forming a nice rounded racquetball sized bulge around his twin’s playpen with a small little like bump where the tip of his penis was located. It made me shiver and while he was wiping his face I reached down and tactfully adjusted myself so my little chubby wouldn’t show as much before the two of us got back to work. These naughty thoughts and feelings really were becoming a nuisance, but I couldn’t help it.
We were a good team together making good time with Joey pulling off the mats from the other shelves before handing them over to me so I could stack them according to size on the rack of shelves on my side. He handed me over a couple of more mats and I began to get them sorted and put away when I noticed him climbing the lower set of shelves so he could reach the last two mats on the uppermost one. Even I wasn’t tall enough to reach them so he placed his foot on the second shelf and hoisted his small frame upwards. I automatically made my way over to spot him in case he lost his balance and watched as he began tugging the mats off the top shelf. Once he had a firm grip on them he hopped off the shelf bringing the mats down with him.
Suddenly the whole room erupted into a white hazy mess with both of us coughing and waving our arms before exiting the room. Glancing over at Joey I suddenly doubled over busting a gut and laughing my ass off because he was completely white from head to toe. It took me a second or two but I suddenly realized what had happened. When he dragged the mats down there must have been a bag of chalk dust sitting on them. All the gymnasts used the stuff on their hands and at some point this bag must have been tossed on top so when Joey pulled the mats down the entire bag fell right on top of his head.
He now looked like some apparition with his dark brown hair instantly turning white and making his face look all pasty. The glaring look he gave me made his eyes sparkle in his chalky white face and I noticed it had dumped down his body, inside his shirt, and just about everywhere on him. Some of it had even gotten on my shoulder and arm.
He was rapidly blinking his eyes and they began to water up a little and turn red. His face was all sweaty and I could tell the chalky substance was beginning to cake up creating even more issues for him. I felt bad about it now because I could tell it was stinging his eyes, but I still couldn’t help giggling because it was just too hilarious.
“Oh shit dude…I…I’m sorry,” I began, but still unable to stop giggling as he shot me a glaring look and started to reach for his eyes to rub them clear. “WAIT…STOP,” I barked out quickly making him flinch. “Sorry,” I apologized because it came out a bit rough. “If you rub your eyes it’ll probably make things worse.” I explained with him glancing at me and then at the small room where the cloudy dust was rapidly dissipating.
Marching inside the still slightly cloudy room Joey stepped in front of the mirror and took a look at the damage. I felt kind of bad now because he had taken the brunt of the mess. I thought it had been funny, but I could tell it had gotten all over him and it wasn’t just a matter of dusting off the chalky mess because it was now caked on the smaller boy since he was all sweaty. Chalk and sweat don’t mix too well.
“I’m sorry Joey I shouldn’t have laughed.” I apologized when to my surprise he began to giggle and then let loose busting a gut at the image facing him in the mirror, which got me started up again.
Rolling his shoulders and still giggling Joey turned his head and looked at me his normally white face even more pasty looking now while his deep cobalt blue eyes glittered mirthfully. “It’s alright Latham. I mean, it is funny you know. Shit, it does sting my eyes a little though and it’s all inside of my shirt, not to mention caked all over my exposed skin.” He added holding out his arms and taking a good look at them before reaching towards his eyes again.
“Don’t” I cautioned this time more calmly with him looking at me his gaze sort of asking ‘what then?’ “Um…don’t move and whatever you do, don’t rub your eyes. I…uh…I’m going to grab a broom to clean this mess up with and will grab a couple of towels. If I wet them down we can wipe your face off so it doesn’t sting your eyes anymore, but whatever you do just don’t move or you may get more of it into your face and eyes.” I cautioned him with the boy turning back to the mirror.
“Hurry up.” He responded letting me know he agreed that this was the best thing to do.
Within moments I hustled into the locker room noting it was completely empty now, and found the broom and towels. I knew no one else would be coming in now that the school day was over and done with. Not even the kids who were participating in some of the spring sports out on the school’s large practice field today would be using these showers. Our school had a separate small sports facility next to the large sports field that had showers and lockers for all the teams like football, baseball, softball, soccer, lacrosse, track and field, and any of the other outdoor sports. Our basketball and wrestling team usually used this indoor facility, but currently we didn’t have anything going on so I knew the locker room would remain completely empty.
Wetting down a couple of towels I started for the door, but paused long enough to make a quick stop at my locker. Making my way towards Joey I couldn’t help but smile as he slowly turned to face me. I paused about five feet away, lifted up my phone and snapped a picture of him standing there a complete mess with chalk all over him.
“Hey!” He protested a bit cautiously. “Wh…what’d you do that for? I…I…please don’t put that on the internet or anything.” He pleaded wondering about my motives because he didn’t want to look like some dork.
“I can’t help it.” I replied lifting up my phone and snapping another picture. “But I promise I won’t send it out to anyone. I’m not like that you know. I mean it wouldn’t be right to embarrass you or anything, but I thought maybe your mom and dad would love to get a good laugh out of it, don’t you think?” I asked seeing him smile in agreement.
“Yeah, I’m sure mom would just as long as you don’t go around sending it to everyone.” He added and began posing for me and giggling because he thought it was funny.
A guy had to appreciate his personality and easy going nature. It was one of those things I liked about Joey. He had a great sense of humor and I was glad he trusted me like this. I’m not so sure had the roles been reversed I would have been so trusting of some of my other friends. Maybe someone like Luke, and I was beginning to think even Joey now that I was getting to know him better. I was discovering the younger boy really had class and was sincere when he made friends with someone.
The boy allowed me to snap several pictures and since he was presenting me with the opportunity I snapped off a few that were a bit on the naughty side zooming in on his crotch area since his shorts were being so clingy and revealing of his boy goods. I even switched over to video and captured about a minute or so with both of us laughing and having a good time. While he wasn’t paying attention I shut off the video before starting it up again zooming once more into his crotch area getting some good footage of him moving around which created some nice different angles of his little boy baubles shifting about. Finishing up I made sure to transfer the few naughty pictures and rather revealing video clip into a different folder before turning off my camera feature. I’d transfer those on to my computer later and encrypt them so they couldn’t be found by accident.
“Close your eyes and lean forward.” I instructed rubbing his head to get most of the chalky mess out of his hair. “Alright stand up now, but keep your eyes closed.” I cautioned stepping up with the wet towel.
Placing my left hand along the right side of his ribcage to steady him I felt the boy reaching out blindly trying to find something to anchor himself so he wasn’t so wobbly. His right hand rested along my upper left arm with his left hand settling along my right hip. It felt kind of nice being close to him like this and having that sort of connection. Using the wet towel I carefully wiped his face making sure to clean around his eyes really well so that all of the chalky substance was cleared away.
Since we were standing so close together and because of the way his hair was cut I noticed a small round mole just below his left temple. As I wiped away more of the chalk on his face I also detected two small scars. One was a small line next to his left eyebrow just above the bridge of his nose, and one about an inch higher and a tad to the right which looked like a small hollow about the size from the end of a pencil eraser. Those were the only discernable marring on his otherwise smooth unblemished features.
“Alright,” I announced with the boy slowly cracking open his eyes to test how it felt before rapidly blinking them and giving me a big grin.
We lingered like that for several long seconds with him staring into my eyes while I gazed back into his before he began to blush and stepped away. He reached out for the towel holding it up to his neck and pretended to clean it up a bit, but I had a sneaking suspicion the action was more so he could hide his small stiffie. Just before the bottom of the towel concealed it, I had managed to get a quick glimpse of the tenting created by his erection pressing up against his shorts. I was chubbing up as well so while he cleaned himself up some more I turned my focus to sweeping up the powdery stuff off the floor. His eyes had shifted towards my crotch area as well and I’m sure he had noticed the beginnings of my own tenting before I had turned away. Neither one of us said anything though and instead got busy.
We were almost done when Coach popped his head inside looking around and nodding looking very pleased. He glanced over at Joey and frowned.
“What happened?” He asked and in-between our giggles both Joey and I managed to get out what happened with Coach busting a gut and shaking his head.
“Wish I had a camera for that one.” He chuckled with me glancing towards Joey who shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head saying it was alright.
Reaching over towards the shelf I opened up the folder with the ‘clean’ pictures and video of Joey with all of us taking a look and getting a good laugh out of it. “Well, I’m glad you’ve got a good sense of humor about what happened to you Joey. Most of the other kids would have been a pain in the butt about it for me. I’m actually happy you two ended up getting paired together since you work well together.” He added smiling while I nodded in agreement; especially, in regards to Joey’s great sense of humor about it.
“Thanks Coach.” The younger boy blushed at the compliment.
“Well, you guys deserve it and are one of the few students who never moan and complain about getting assigned cleaning duty. It’s not like we ask a lot, but these days most kids are kind of lazy and always complain. It’s kids like you who give me hope.” He added rubbing Joey’s hair and chuckling because even though I shook most of it out a small cloudy puff of powdery chalk managed to waft into the air.
All three of us giggled a little with Joey waving his hand in front of his face to clear the air so it wouldn’t choke him again. “Yeah, well it looks like you boys may need to get cleaned up afterwards.” He observed noting how the powdery stuff was caked up all over Joey’s sweaty body.
“I’ve got a staff meeting so will lock up all the doors. You boys will still be able to get out from the inside, but when you are done and leave be sure to close all the doors behind you. If you hurry up there should be plenty of time before the last bus leaves Joey. I’ve already told the bus driver you will need a ride to your stop.” He pointed out since the school has a small bus that sticks around at the end of the day for student stragglers and he knew I didn’t use the bus to get home because it was only a few blocks away.
Often there are students for whatever reason that have to stick around for a while longer at the end of the day. Most buses have a route they travel to take the bulk of the students when classes get out. For those who needed a ride after hours the school had a small bus that stuck around so they can drop off any of these students without there being any worries of them getting home.
“The Janitor has his own keys, but usually doesn’t come in to finish up for another good hour or hour and a half so you don’t have to worry about anyone bothering you boys.” He informed us taking a look at his watch nodding his head to confirm the timing.
With that he turned getting ready to leave when another thought seemed to occur to him.
“Oh and Latham,” he began, turning to address me. “Um…considering…,” he waved his hand at the powdery stuff on my arms and shoulder, “that and the fact you already had to stay here and clean up, don’t worry too much about your track and field practice today. Go ahead and get cleaned up then go home. Mr. Winslow is sitting in for me since I’ve got the staff meeting, but I’ll let him know later.” He nodded smiling pleasantly at me and leaving while I thought for a second thinking maybe it was best to forego practice today like he suggested.
After Coach left we quickly finished up and a few minutes later I had stripped out of my clothing and grabbing a towel had made a straight line for the showers. I was all sweaty and had some chalk on me as well so wanted to get cleaned up. Joey’s eyes had watched me intently and I could see them flicking down at my boy ornaments sneaking a peep at them discreetly. Now under the nice warmth of the clean water cascading over my body I was hoping that without all the other guys around Joey would take one as well.
After lathering up my body and rinsing it out I put some shampoo in my hand and began soaping up my hair. Turning my back to the water with my body facing outwards, I closed my eyes and leaned back to rinse it out my hopeful yearnings of being able to see Joey in the shower quickly fading. I ran my fingers through my locks rinsing the last of the soapy suds from my hair and straightened up opening my eyes. To my surprise I saw the smaller boy standing there and gaping at my naked body with a towel wrapped around his waist. There was a small tenting in it and I knew he had popped a stiffie.
The boy immediately recovered and shifted his gaze away while blushing and I knew he was hoping I hadn’t caught him staring at my naked body. I bet it was the first time he really got a good look at another naked boy and in a way it kind of turned me on knowing he had taken an interest in me. I didn’t say anything though, not wanting to scare him away so turned around and pretended nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Holding my breath for several long moments while the water tumbled over my chest and stomach I finally got the nerve to take a look. Craning my neck around I smiled because there he was with his back turned towards me standing under the shower head on the opposite side. He had a really nice body in my opinion. Now that I was able to get a good look at him I could tell he was a few inches shorter than me. He was about the same height as Marty around four feet eleven inches with about the same build like Luke, maybe wirier than my friend in Eelee, and probably weighed eighty five or ninety pounds.
Even with his lean physique there was also a kind of softness about the boy. Not in a weak kind of way because I could see some of his lean muscles just beneath the surface of his skin, but there was also a sort of a supple quality to his features. My eyes traveled downwards pausing on his firm pale porcelain melons. Currently they were being squeezed together slightly because Joey was puffing his chest forward rinsing off some of the chalk from his torso. He had the cutest little dimples on either side of his pear shaped cheeks with the crease creating a crescent moon of either side. Like his arms, the boy had long slender legs which traveled all the way up to his butt giving him that sort of gangly look. How I yearned to run my fingers all the way up the inside of his thighs because they looked so sleek and smooth. He even had a fine dusting of blonde leg and arm hair which glistened and looked soft despite being currently wet. The water made his whole body shimmer invitingly and even though I was only seeing him from behind I felt myself immediately getting hard with my thick penis pulsing excitedly.
Butterflies were flittering all around inside my stomach and I had to force myself to breath because I was so turned on by the boy. Swallowing the lump in my throat I continued to stare at him my mind almost blanking out like I did sometimes when I zoned out. This time though it felt completely different and before I knew it I was actually standing behind the other boy only a foot away. For a second I began to panic thinking about making a hasty retreat, but the missed opportunity over the weekend with Luke kept me rooted in place because the last time I had kicked myself for not taking a chance.
With trembling fingers I reached out and put my hand on Joey’s shoulder. The other boy hadn’t heard me come up behind him so it startled him and he jolted with a small squeak of surprise. He immediately recovered from the shock and did what came naturally with his hands automatically covering himself in front even though I couldn’t see anything.
“Wh…what are you doing?” He asked with his voice cracking when it rose an octave or two before craning his neck and looking at me with his eyes flittering downwards noticing my erection.
Joey’s eyes flared open and he blushed because he’s never seen another boy like this with a stiffie. Sure he’s seen me a few times naked while coming and going from the showers so had a fairly good idea of what I was packing, but somehow this was a bit different. His cheeks turned bright red and he glanced into my eyes for a split second completely embarrassed because he knew I had seen him taking a good look at my hard-on.
“You’re a mess let me help you get this stuff cleaned off of you.” I suggested and without waiting for a response leaned in slightly and reached around to the left of his body grabbing the bottle of shampoo he had sitting on the small ledge.
When I reached around his body he automatically shifted slightly as well as if to make sure I couldn’t see anything, but at least he didn’t object. Smiling I poured some of it into the palm of my left hand and realized his hair wasn’t wet yet. Despite the white chalk I could just make out his dark brown hair with cinnamon colored highlights cut short up and around his ears. Giving him a little nudge he stepped up under the shower head and I ran my right hand through it to help get it all wet. Joey stepped back, careful not to bump into me, and I began lathering it up. Even though his hair was cut short it felt full as I ran my mitts through his thick mane enjoying the sensation in my fingers.
Pushing his head forward under the water I began to rinse out his mane and finished up. The boy straightened back up and began washing his face off from any lingering suds while I reached for his bar of soap running it around in my hand before placing it back in the tray. Reaching forward I ran my slicked up fingers over his shoulder and back noticing how he had once more covered himself up in front. Now he simply stood there slightly hunched over while I began cleaning his back. By the way he was stooped over I could tell he had popped a stiffie which made mine twitch around wildly as well.
His skin felt soft and silky beneath my fingers and I could feel his body trembling slightly partially from being nervous and also because it probably felt pretty good. I smiled sheepishly with my fingers traveling downwards ever so closely towards his small rounded crescent moons. He stiffened up slightly so I stopped just shy of actually running my hands over his smooth round orbs not wanting to push things too far.
Reaching around his body I picked up his bar of soap again with his eyes flittering over catching mine before he nervously looked away. Running it around in my hand again to get it all slicked up I kneeled down on the floor and set the soap on the tiles next to his feet. This got Joey’s attention and he once more craned his neck and looked down at me his eyes settling on my thick erection which was swaying around at an upward angle with my heavy ball sack bouncing against my thighs. I heard him gasp at the sight of my hard pubescent tuber and sagging bell and clappers before he quickly turned back around facing the wall.
With me kneeling down now I began to wash Joey’s feet, his toes curling and wriggling around as if he enjoyed it. Pausing I ran the soap in my hands again getting them all slippery and began to wash his left leg. I started on his calve before running my fingers all the way up the length of his leg. For some odd reason when I reached his thigh the boy seemed to spread apart his legs slightly and I smiled wondering if it had simply been reactionary or if he had done it to invite me even further upwards. It didn’t matter to me because I continued upwards along his inner thigh.
Even though Joey may have been covering up his erection and balls in the front, from my lower angle in the back I had the perfect view of his undercarriage. His little boy sack was actually a decent size from what I could tell and didn’t hug his body in a tight ball like I’ve seen on some of the other guys at the beginning of the school year. His actually had a bit of slack to them, not so they actually hung down loosely between his legs, but enough so that they were fleshier like and not so tight. The boy flinched with his body trembling and I thought I detected a small gasp when the back of my fingers brushed up lightly against the fleshy membrane of his soft basket. I had to stifle a giggle because I actually saw his cherry sized testicles jumping upwards. I was beginning to realize this was a very unique perspective from behind and lower down because I had a fairly unobstructed view of his entire undercarriage and it was kind of sexy hot being able to see the light brownish colored suede like soft purse.
He swayed slightly before steadying when I pulled my hands back so I could pick up the bar of soap and run it around in my fingers before repeating the process with his right leg. Once more my lithe fingers traveled up the length of his thin long legs this time the boy trembling in anticipation as if he were enjoying what I was doing to him now. Even though I suspected he was expecting it, he still squeaked in surprise when the back of my fingers brushed up against his fleshy purse with his two little coin bits leaping upwards.
Without any hesitation this time I quickly soaped up my hands and began running them over his cute porcelain like melons. They felt so damn soft and fleshy in my fingers and I could feel the heat radiating outwards invitingly. This was extremely sexy hot and I heard the boy moan softly obviously enjoying the attention he was receiving. Standing up I continued to run my sudsy palms over his soft fleshy orbs and slowly entered the crease of his crack. Joey moaned softly while my body quivered excitedly because he wasn’t protesting the intrusion.
Stepping up closer I leaned in pressing my lips to his ear and whispered softly. “You’ve got a really sexy ass.” I breathed softly realizing his eyes were closed.
I wasn’t sure if he had heard me or not as I now ran my hands up and down his upper arms. Joey was swaying slightly with his face slack as if he had been taken somewhere else. His arms were still folded up front covering up his little boy tackle and jib, but I managed to tuck my hands beneath his arms and slowly wrapped them around his body running my fingers lightly over his chest. The smaller boy inhaled deeply and I could feel his chest rattling excitedly while his body shivered. Everything about him felt ever so soft and smooth and I couldn’t believe I was actually standing this close to the naked boy with my hands literally all over him.
I was taking a big chance because this was risky behavior on my part, but I stepped closer feeling my erection bumping up against his lower back since I was slightly taller than him. My heart was pounding in my chest when I ever so gently ran my fingers lightly over his stomach running a circle around his outtie belly button. Joey sighed softly and trembled when I spread apart my legs slowly lowering my height feeling my erection gliding between his crescent like crease settling between the warmth of his cleft.
“Oh…oh fuck.” I hissed almost silently, my body trembling with me almost shooting my load inside the fissure of his warm butt crease because it was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
The younger boy seemed to respond and leaned back into me his body relaxing. Even his arms finally let down their guard falling to his sides leaving him totally exposed. With my face pressed up against his cheek and in the crook of his neck I gazed downwards my eyes flaring open because he had a very stiff erection. His penis was pointing straight upwards almost flat up against his bare pasty white pubic mound and I could see his pinkish slightly purple nozzle twitching around excitedly. Mine never stood up that stiffly so as to point straight up, instead; always angling slightly outwards, so seeing just how hard his had gotten made my own penis twitch around wildly inside the boy’s warm fissure.
The first and only other time I had seen him naked was in the locker room just before Easter break and at the time his penis was completely soft. It had only been a couple of weeks ago, but the image was still firmly planted in my memories. At the time he was sitting on the bench with his towel spread open exposing his nakedness. I had noted he didn’t have any pubic hair along his porcelain smooth pubic mound with a smallish pre-pubescent like cut penis sticking out away from his body and only about as thick around as my thumb.
His sleek bullet shaped nub was bigger than his shaft by at least two thirds, and combined I figured his penis to be only about two and a quarter inches long when soft. Even his boy baubles was kind of smallish, but oddly enough they had hung loosely between his legs. It was weird how such a small casing could actually dangle freely between a boy’s legs, but they sure did as I had watched his legs spread open and closed in an almost nervous kind of way his boy ornaments bouncing around freely. I recalled how I had to stifle a giggle when I approached the younger boy because his cherry sized testicles were getting squashed in the process every time the boy’s thighs had squeezed closed.
Ever since that first time I’ve wanted to see him naked again hoping to possibly even get a glimpse of him popping a stiffie; little did I know I’d get my wish much less be this close to the younger boy. I’ve been dreaming about this a lot lately, not to mention jacking off to that beautiful two and a quarter inch softie of his, and it was like my wildest fantasies were unfolding right in front of my eyes. Not only was I getting to see him naked, but with a very stiff erection to boot. I was completely enthralled by his nakedness and I gawked at it over his shoulders while he swayed in my arms totally immersed in the thrilling sensations of my gentle touch.
Now as I gaped at his erection, with the boy’s hard thin nail twitching around and bouncing against his pale pubic mound, I realized it had elongated about another half an inch from his softened state. It was probably about two and three quarters of an inch long now that he was hard, a pretty respectable amount of growth from his soft state to his hardened one for a boy his age. It didn’t really thicken up much though, and I figured it was still about as big around as my thumb, almost like the thickness of a roll of nickels. His erection was slightly shorter than Marty’s, but his suede like sandbag was definitely bigger and looked very supple hanging slightly just below the root of his erection.
It didn’t appear like there was much change to the size and shape of his glans other than perhaps it getting slightly plumper. The bulk of increase in length took place along the span of his shaft. Even though his nub remained about the same size as when he was soft, I could tell his bullet shaped projectile was still longer than his rigid shaft. Now though, it was only slightly over half the entire length instead of three quarters. To me this looked a little out of kilter; although, I seemed to recall not too long ago my own small nub being longer than my shaft as well making me wonder if that was fairly typical for younger boys.
Trying to think back to when I saw Marty naked I realized his was very similar as well. I don’t think his bullet shaped nozzle had been necessarily longer, but if I recalled correctly it was almost like it had been about the same length as his shaft. Strange, I thought to myself. I suppose once he began puberty and matured more down there it would shift like most the rest of us guys. It was a reminder for me how Joey was still younger than us and still in a pre-pubescent stage of his development.
My fingers wandered slightly downwards just below his belly button along the area where the ‘V’ groove of his hips broadened out along the blank slate just above his erection. With less than three inches when he was hard, the tip of his penis wasn’t even close to clearing his pubic mound topping out well below his belly button by at least four or five inches if not more. The spray of warm water cascaded over both of our bodies and my fingers slid effortlessly along the slick silky smooth wetness of Joey’s warm soft skin. I couldn’t believe he was allowing me so close to just about the most intimate region of his body and I felt him trembling in my arms and moaning softly his hands settling gently on my forearms.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I was breathing hard because this was simply too sexy hot. I’ve never done anything this bold before and knew I was taking a risk with what I was doing to the younger boy, but I didn’t want to miss out on an opportunity again like with Luke, and it seemed like for the moment Joey was also getting into it. Just then his head tilted forward with his cobalt blue eyes fluttering open and flaring up big as if he was finally waking up and realizing just what was happening to him.
“Are you alright?” I whispered softly into his ear hearing the smaller boy swallowing with difficulty, but nodding his head dumbly as if he was still slightly out of it.
Taking the plunge my right hand dipped downwards and wrapped around his hard pike. The boy’s body jolted with his butt cheeks clamping down around my hard four and a half inch thick fatty.
“Eeeep,” I heard him squeak his voice climbing several octaves while I grunted in return. “Oomph,” my guttural tone cut in contrasting his much higher squeak with me just about busting my nut and spilling my warm seed all up inside of his snug fitting crease.
To my surprise I somehow managed to hold off without creaming the boy and making a mess of things while the smaller boy cooed softly. “Oooh…mmmm,” he gasped softly his eyes fluttering closed and his head tilting back on to my shoulders with his face going completely slack.
“H-holy crap you’re hard as fuck.” I gasped surprised at just how hard his pecker felt in my fingers.
This was way more arousing than when I touched myself. I’ve never felt anyone else’s penis before and it sent shivers crawling all up and down my spine while my stomach did flip flops because it was so sensual. Of course I felt up Luke, but his had been tucked away beneath his pants and even though I had rubbed my erection up against Marty’s this was way different.
With Joey I was touching his hard penis for real with my hands. I never knew anything could feel so damn sexy hot in my fingers, the heat from his hard rubbery like peg kind of surprising me. It was on the small side so I was using my thumb and three fingers as I rolled his soft fleshy knob around watching it intently while it turned from a more pinkish tone to a very rustic crimson purplish color.
“Oh…I…I,” Joey gasped and moaned at my manipulations making me swallow and focus on my breathing because I realized I had been holding my breath.
It sounded like Joey was enjoying himself, but also as if he may be having second thoughts about this. I didn’t want to stop, but I most definitely didn’t want to do something he was uncomfortable with. After all he had been extremely shy about even allowing anyone to see him naked and this was way more than he probably bargained for.
Swallowing the lump in my throat I asked the question, steeling myself for his rejection. “D…do you want me to stop?” I asked rolling his hard penis in my fingers with his body quivering.
“I…I…,” his voice cracked embarrassingly and he blushed before shaking his head back and forth afraid of speaking and squeaking again.
Wanting to make sure of his permission I asked again. “This is alright then…what we’re doing?” I asked with the boy nodding dumbly and then chirping despite himself because my left hand dipped downwards cupping his fleshy boy sack surprised at how elastic it felt in my fingers.
Slowly I began to masturbate his hard nail using my three fingers and thumb on my right hand while I gently squeezed his elastic coin purse. I could feel his squishy nuggets squirming around when his penis started to twitch from the sensuous feelings I was sending through his insides. We were both breathing hard now and I knew it wouldn’t take either one of us long as I began to rock my hips back and forth feeling my own thick erection sliding between the warm crevice of his fleshy orbs. It was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced down in my nether regions with this being way more intense than I could have ever imagined; even more so than my recent interaction with Marty where we had rubbed our erections together.
My gaze shifted once more downwards and I watched intently as my fingers stroked along Joey’s short shaft feeling the ridge of his glans gliding along the tips of my fingers. I began squeezing the tip of his bullet shaped nozzle at the same time now noticing how it had turned totally dark, almost like the shade of a deep purple colored plum. I never knew a guy’s knob could turn this dark while his shaft seemed to turn a bright pinkish red color from the friction I was causing.
My left fingers continued to massage his cherry sized truffles giving them a good squeeze now and again for good measure. Time seemed to slow down, but I knew only a few seconds had passed us by. My hips kept bumping up into him with my hard nail sliding up and down his warm tight furrow while my sagging undercarriage bumped up against the bottom of his butt and the back of his inner thighs.
My right hand had become a blur now working his drill bit with a fevered pitch feeling the smaller boy begin to stiffen up. Then it happened with him suddenly letting out a chirping squeak as I felt a single jolting pulse of his penis in my right fingers as if he just climaxed. His soft nuggets lurch upwards at the same time from my grip before bouncing heavily back into place towards the bottom of his slightly drooping purse. Even his butt cheeks contracted around my erection and I felt my stump lurching as pre-cum oozed freely out the tip of my spigot. To my surprise I didn’t squirt my load yet feeling his butt cheeks relax its grip on my hard rubbery peg confusing matters and leaving me feeling a bit unsatisfied and lost.
When his hard penis pulsed in my fingers I had released his helmet because I knew it would be painfully sensitive, but had held firmly onto his shaft and kept pumping it. There was a pause of several seconds while I kept pumping his reddened tube, then I felt a series of much more powerful pulses as his full orgasm slammed into his tiny body sending me over the edge at the same time.
“Uuuuuuumph, uuuumph, uumph,” I grunted hoarsely pulling the boy tighter up against my body while my hips thrust forward creating more friction for my penis which lurched flinging slimy cum all along the inside walls of the younger boy’s rounded cushions.
At the same time Joey’s higher pitched twittering chirps intermingled with my more animalistic guttural tones. “Eeeak, eeeeeeeey, eeeep, eeeeeeey.” He squeaked not holding back while his body stiffened up and squirmed around in my arms and I kept shoving my groin into his rift wondering what it would feel like to fuck him for real.
This was wildly intense for me and I could feel my testicles leaping upwards several times with each contraction forcing my soft bag to bump up against his butt and thighs making it even more intense for me. The force of my creamy yogurt came screaming out from the tip of my spigot almost like a fire hose being turned on, and I could feel it coating Joey all along the inside walls of his warm fleshy melons. The heat of my own cum running along the length of my four and a half inches of boy flesh felt extremely erotic only creating a more intense situation for me as I now began to empty out as much from my milk tanks as I could possibly wring out. It was as if trying to milk myself like a cow, wanting every ounce of the supply depleted from inside of my writhing and squirming spongy nuggets. The force of it was so severe my balls began to ache. I didn’t know if it was better to empty them out or to stop.
My body felt like it was burning on fire while my insides writhed around with that euphoric rapture. It was almost too much to bear and just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer things finally seemed to have closure. With one final grunt and heave I felt the final pulse of pubescent orgasmic release.
At the same time Joey threw his head back and opened his mouth groaning an “Oooooh,” in complete contrast to his previous high pitched chirping. The two of us remained that way for about thirty seconds, then relaxed and started panting to get our breath back slumping limply against the tiled wall completely spent.
Even though this was a different kind of ride it wasn’t my first rodeo with orgasms and I recuperated quickly getting untangled from the smaller boy who still remained slumped up against the wall with his back to me. His hands had automatically cupped over his now completely spent and shriveled up boy goods protectively. I felt completely drained, but in a good way as I now began to rinse off and clean away my slimy mess from between my legs. It felt like I had spilled an entire gallon, but I knew it was probably just a small teaspoon at the most.
The thought of me spraying so much now made me wonder if Joey had squirted as well. It was difficult to know for sure since we had both been standing up under the shower head when his little cannon began to recoil in my fingers. I knew when I was his age I had just begun to shoot my load, but it had been very inconsistent. Most of the times my little penis would contract several times with only one little bead forming at the tip of my crown, while at other times I would see a small thin transparent stream of little droplets spit out an inch or two with the meager amount of translucent stuff quickly evaporating away. In many ways I was a lot like Joey between my legs at his age, so who knew if he was squirting yet.
“W-what happened,” I heard the smaller boy whisper softly his body still slumped limply against the wall using it as a support.
“You don’t know?” I asked a bit shocked wondering if he had ever jacked off before.
“N-no, maybe.” He added sounding a bit confused.
“Shit Joey you just had an orgasm. Both of us just had one. I creamed the inside of your butt cheeks.” I added with the boy opening up one eye, the cobalt blue colors swirling around as he gazed at me and furrowed his eyes. “You mean you’ve never had an orgasm before today?” I asked astounded, yet thinking on it this wasn’t so far fetched.
Sure most boys by this time were jacking off, but it didn’t mean all of us were by the time we were twelve. It was unusual, maybe, I supposed, still possible. I guess it depended on the situation. I didn’t want to make a big issue of it so simply shrugged my shoulders.
“That’s alright Joey, there’s always got to be a first time for all of us. Just take it easy for another few moments and you will recover quick enough, but don’t take too long and don’t forget to wash your backside. I got a bit excited and…um…well…I sort of spilled all over you back there.” I explained softly rubbing my hand on his shoulder noticing him glancing down now at my own spent soft yet plump noodle which hung limply over my baggy sack.
Leaving him alone to recuperate and gather his composure I headed back to my locker smiling because I realized this was my first true sexual experience despite having masturbated Luke through his jeans or rubbed my stiffie up against Marty’s. With Luke we never had skin on skin contact and with Marty it had been more unintentional with neither one of us consenting to it. With Joey both of us had wanted it and we actually acted on our needs. It was definitely the first boy penis I had ever felt for real. So for me Joey was my first real sexual engagement.
Once more my thoughts were puzzling because I had actually enjoyed performing this sexual act with another boy. I had been lusting after Joey and to my shock had actually taken a big chance by taking the plunge and acting out on my urges. To my astonishment Joey hadn’t seemed troubled by it and when I asked to make sure, he had insisted we continue. Now though I began to have reservations about his consent because it was obvious he hadn’t understood the complete ramifications of what we were doing. This had been his first sexual experience in totality because if he’s never even had an orgasm it meant he never has really jacked off before either.
Even though I began to feel a bit guilty about the incident it didn’t deter from the fact I had enjoyed the sexual act with the younger boy. The way it felt when I was holding his testicles and hard penis in my hands was outrageously sensuous and intense. It was wicked the way his penis fluttered once and was then followed a second or two later with much more powerful pulses. Mine never did that and just exploded all at once. The entire experience had been mind-blowing.
I began to wonder if maybe I wasn’t gay on some level as well like my friend Luke. He had insisted he didn’t have feelings for girls though, which added to my confusion because when I thought about it those of the female persuasion turned me on as well. Yet, it was boys I was turning to these days despite having a girlfriend. I suppose in some ways it was because my girlfriend, Sienna, wasn’t putting out for me.
Lately, I’ve been horny as all fuck wanting and needing physical contact and action. Of course at thirteen years old I suppose I was still young enough not to worry about it so much, but lately the sex has been on my brain just about every waking second. I suppose it didn’t help matters any having a sexy boy like Marty sleeping next to me in bed every night. Sighing, I tossed my towel aside and after shoving my dirty gym clothes into my book bag to take home and wash them out I began to get dressed sliding into my shirt, boxer briefs, and jeans before taking a seat next to my bag and finishing up with my socks and shoes.
Tying the laces on my blue colored Nike shoes I sat up just in time to see Joey round the corner of our lockers still a little damp with his towel wrapped around his waist. He paused and I saw him blush when our eyes connected before he hesitantly made his way down the short aisle stopping in front of his locker. It was a tad awkward now because of what had just happened, but I couldn’t help myself and smiled because he was so damn cute standing there in his towel and his body glistening damply.
It was a bit nerve-racking now because even though I had vowed to take a bit more of a chance if an opportunity presented itself, what had just happened with Joey was way more than I had intended. Taking a risk is one thing, but going this far could be catastrophic. Sure, he seemed to have wanted this as well, but it was obvious he was new to all of this and inexperienced so had gotten caught up in the moment not really realizing what was happening to him. Now though, after the fact he could seriously take it the wrong way and if it ever got out to others could be disastrous to say the least.
The brown haired boy glanced towards me before focusing his eyes on his locker with his fingers twitching nervously while I swallowed the tension starting to mount. “I…I…,” Joey began his voice cracking with nervousness while he tried to swallow not knowing how to proceed with a deafening silence settling around us.
Not able to take it anymore since it was so awkward I tried to make things right. “Um…I…I’m really sorry Joey. I mean, I didn’t know this was your first…uh…anyway, I just didn’t know and maybe I shouldn’t have…you know.” I tried to apologize seeing him looking at me now and biting his lower lip nervously. “I’ve never done anything like this before…with someone else…I mean…not really.” I sighed trying to sort out exactly what would be considered actual sex and what wasn’t.
It was kind of confusing because technically what happened between me and Marty would be considered sex, even with what happened regarding Luke. Yet, with Joey, this to me was way different because it had been very intentional on my part and I had actively pursued it wanting and needing this badly.
“Are…are we cool?” I asked with Joey looking at me his sparkling deep cobalt blue eyes swirling around making me dizzy.
“I…I…um…,” he hesitated blushing, but didn’t look away before rolling his shoulders and after a short pause exhaled softly. “Yeah…we’re cool.” He responded quietly turning his focus back to his locker with a little smirk on his face and everything falling silent again.
Neither one of us moved, but remained there in our own thoughts until Joey spoke up in a soft gentle voice. “Latham?”
“Yeah.”
“Um…thanks.” He exhaled softly his voice rattling in his chest nervously while I scrunched up my face wondering what he was thanking me for, which he seemed to notice. “Just for…for everything. It…it was nice. I mean…you know…better than nice. I…I never knew something could feel so…,” he paused blushing because he was revealing a bit too much, but was kind of committed now. “Anyway…it…it was nice…thanks.” He added making me smile because it was obvious he enjoyed what happened just as much as I had and wasn’t upset about it.
We both blushed and looked away because it was kind of awkward despite both of us having enjoyed what happened and not upset by it. “Um…Joey, can I ask you something kind of personal?” I wondered with his eyes flicking towards me and hesitating before shrugging his shoulders.
“Sure, I guess.” He responded, his voice sounding as if he had reservations about it not knowing where I was going, and since we were talking about sex kind of risky for him.
“It’s just…,” I paused clasping my hands together nervously because even though suspected what the answer was I couldn’t be sure. “I was just wondering why…you know…um…why you wait to shower?” I asked with Joey blushing and shrugging his shoulders. “I mean, you’ve got a sexy hot body?” I added feeling my cheeks burn at such an open admission and noticing a twitching beneath the boy’s towel making me wonder if he was getting a stiffie because of the nature our discussion was taking.
At first I didn’t think Joey was going to respond, but then he took a deep breath and I could tell it was kind of a tough thing for him to talk about and he was nervous about it because his chest rattled. “It’s just that I’m afraid…um…that I might…,” he began apprehensively his hands dipping down covering up his small bulge in a nervous kind of tick as if he might have popped a stiffie, but I couldn’t be sure.
It made me wonder if my initial thought about him worrying because he was still kind of immature down there had been wrong. “Oh, you’re worried about…um…you know.” I interjected holding up my hand and with my pointing finger slightly curled straightened it out making it resemble a guy getting an erection. “Um…you know getting hard in front of us. I mean, I wouldn’t worry about it too much because despite what you may think that rarely happens.” I tried to assure him watching Joey’s face scrunch up at first and then his eyes flaring open in surprise.
“What…no…,” He shook his head forcefully. “I mean maybe…sure, but that’s not why…shit Latham.” He blushed for the umpteenth time in all of like two minutes since he’s arrived at the lockers.
“What then?” I asked not wanting to make him feel embarrassed, but totally baffled since getting a stiffie had kind of worried me too in the beginning among other things.
“I don’t know. I mean now that you’ve mentioned that…you know…popping one, then yeah, but it’s just…,” he hesitated shaking his head as if trying to determine if he should even continue while I tried not to push him.
The smaller boy looked right into my eyes as if gauging my intent and seemed to come to a decision gesturing with his hands. “Listen Latham, it’s just…I…I’m embarrassed. I mean, everyone else is older and…well…you know…I don’t know…just…um…I’m sure they are bigger and stuff.” He finally admitted with me automatically glancing down at the towel wrapped around his waist and the small bulge which had formed up front.
Sliding over towards him and shoving my bag towards the edge of the bench I stopped right in front of him, the boy trying to step back, but bumping into the lockers. “Let’s take a look.” I suggested pausing and looking up into his face seeing his shocked expression. “Listen, I’ll be totally honest about it, besides, considering I just had my hands all over you me taking a look shouldn’t be a big deal.” I reasoned, and when he didn’t respond, reached out tugging on his towel with it falling away off to the side and exposing his nakedness while I gawked staring in wide eyed wonderment at this added bonus to a day which was turning out to be something special.
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End of Chapter Ten: Risky Behavior
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EXCERPT FROM MISSED OPPORTUNITIES & REGRETS
Grabbing on to the handle and swinging the door open I swiveled my head back around flashing him one of my own playful smiles and winking at him. “Maybe.” I replied before stepping into the hallway where the elevators were located leaving the stunned pre-teen standing with his mouth hanging open and gaping at me.
My response seemed to have caught Luke off guard with him hesitating for a moment before actually jumping for the door before it shut closed on him. “Hey, what exactly does that mean?” He asked scooting next to me while I grinned at him smugly, refusing to respond and leaving him to his own thoughts to ponder if he had heard me correctly.
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RISKY BEHAVIOR
Easter came and went with my life turning back to some sort of normalcy. With Mrs. Wilkerson obtaining all the proper documentation Marty had been released into PopPop’s care and within the hour we were all checked out of the hospital heading back to the cabin to start preparing for Easter dinner. Of course Pop’s made sure to pick up an Easter basket for both of us, and I had to laugh at the way the ‘older’ boy reacted to the treats. It was only surpassed when PopPop presented the small turkey with all the trimmings. By the time we went to bed that night it was one happy small boy who crawled in beside me with us cuddling up together. We had become very close to one another and I noticed a remarkable change begin to take hold as if he were finally able to slowly open up and trust other people in his life.
With Easter weekend coming to an end we brought Marty home with us, and when we showed him the room he would be staying in explaining how it was his very own the boy sat down on the bed and softly began to cry. I knew it was all because of his years in captivity and how he never had anything this nice that he could call his very own. PopPop made it a point to explain to Marty how this was his very own space and no one was allowed inside unless he said it was alright. From that point on we made sure to emphasize this by always knocking on his door when it was closed and waiting for him to open it, or pausing in the entryway until he indicated it was alright to come inside.
It was amazing to watch his transformation from a timid cautious shy kid into one that became more interactive and inviting. With Easter vacation coming to an end school started up for me and PopPop wasted no time in getting the smaller boy signed up as well placing him into special-ed classes with a specialist who began working to re-integrate the boy into some sense of normalcy. The specialist made some initial assessments noting how Marty was a very bright kid who naturally was behind in regards to his educational level, but definitely capable of catching up with hard work and time. Marty seemed to pick up on things quickly, and after additional testing the specialist found out that in some regards it was as if the smaller boy had a photographic memory. He didn’t think it was actually photographic memory, but the boy seemed to remember visual types of stimuli, which he concluded would be the best way to teach the younger boy.
Since Marty was a visual learner, the first order of business was to find a way to improve his mode of dialogue. Even though there was nothing wrong with his vocal cords it was decided to give sign language a try in order to jump start his communication since it was a visual type of activity. To the specialist’s surprise within days Marty had learned the alphabet and most of the basic hand signs.
It was almost as if the floodgates had opened up with the smaller boy improving leaps and bounds in the way he was able to actually carry on conversations. He was like a sponge yearning for the ability to finally be able to talk to us; with PopPop and I also getting lessons. Even though a few years back Nana, Pops, and I had signed up for sign language lessons at the community center, Pop’s was still better at it because one of his patients had been deaf so used it more often. It was because he had been taking lessons for his patient that Nana and I thought it might be fun to learn some of the basics as well. Why we didn’t try to use sign language at the cabin was beyond me, but I suppose we simply didn’t think on it since it was obvious Marty wasn’t deaf. It really didn’t matter since he never knew how to sign in the first place.
So, after a few days it was like even I had gotten into the swing of things with it becoming easier each day as I began to recall my earlier lessons of the basics. Part of my signing getting better was also mostly due to the fact Marty and I spent a lot more time together; especially, at night when he’d crawl into my bed and we’d snuggle up together. I suppose for Pops and me it was also easier for us since we didn’t actually have to sign because Marty could hear us. I found that doing the actual signing was more difficult than to see someone else doing it because my mind immediately picked up on the meaning of a particular hand motion. When I tried to sign I had to sit and think on it and I’ve heard the same thing was true when someone tried to learn a different language. It was always easier to pick up on the words than to try speaking it.
At night the two of us would snuggle together with him padding over in the middle of the evening and crawling into bed with me. It was kind of strange because he would crawl into his own bed first with me putting ointment on him before going to bed in my own room, but about an hour later he’d make his way over and crawl under the covers with me. It started the very first night when we came home after Easter weekend. At the cabin he had simply crawled into bed with me every night. Now that we were home a new routine was started up and I figured he was just able to sleep easier with me close by.
The first night home I had slipped into bed naked as usual, and once under the covers in the privacy and security of my own room I made sure to take care of my needs. Reaching between my legs I began doing what came naturally to a boy my age and within moments I was sighing in relief when I emptied out my milk tanks. I had writhed around before stiffening up when that euphoric sensation washed over my body and I watched enraptured as thick strings of tacky boy butter came spitting out the tip end of my penis to splatter warmly along my stomach and chest. Lately my orgasms had become a tad more intense and I’ve noticed my goopy butter milk becoming thicker and denser. I’m sure the intensity of my orgasms was due in part to my recent sexual encounters because they only managed to fuel my fantasies while I masturbated. The maturing aspect of my ejaculate was probably more due to natural causes with my body growing up.
With my pubescent needs satiated I had cleaned myself up and began to relax when Marty had come padding silently into my room with his small jig and tackle creating a nice boy lump in his brand new white boy’s briefs. On the way home PopPop had insisted we go clothes shopping. We bought several new complete outfits for Marty which I thought looked nice on him. I only needed underwear so ended up selecting several loose fitting boxers and more form fitting boxer briefs while Marty opted for the simple white boy’s briefs.
We even got haircuts while there. I only needed a trim while the smaller boy had more done to his. At my urging he still kept it on the long side with it hanging over his ears and along the nape of his neck just above his shoulders in the back. The front hung over his forehead down to his eyes and was swept from his right to the left just enough to keep it from hanging in his beautiful green eyes.
Seeing the long haired boy in his snug fitting white briefs with his boy penis and testicles creating a small lump in them made me smile. He wasn’t even wearing a shirt, which seemed to show just how much at ease he had become around me. Admittedly the kid was adorably cute and even though I had just got done spilling my seed all over my stomach and chest it didn’t stop me from chubbing up. When Marty hesitated looking at me with pleading eyes I had smiled and lifted up the covers indicating he could join me.
Stepping up lithely to the bed he crawled under the covers and snuggled up with me. Of course he could see I was naked and a small smile crept over his features when he realized I was hard down there. He immediately cuddled up closer and I could feel he had popped one as well, but neither of us made a big deal over it simply accepting the way the two of us reacted to one another. I could tell the boy was still a bit self conscious when he got an erection, most boys tend to get that way, but this was different with him. I knew there was something more to it, but for now didn’t press him on it. At the moment I was happy knowing he trusted me enough not to hide it from me anymore.
This became our new routine with him coming into my room about an hour after we went to bed. In a way it kind of worked out perfectly because it gave me plenty of time to take care of my own adolescent needs. I’m sure if I wasn’t able to jack off every night I’d have a difficult time controlling myself with him because I yearned to do something sexual with the other boy but knew it just wasn’t right, at least not for now. Maybe later it would be different, but there was too much going on right now without adding to his confusion about things. It was through this way with him cuddling up to me at night that I was slowly able to find out more about him and what happened.
Of course he made sure I kept my promise in regards to explaining puberty and other things to him. This topic seemed to interest him, which didn’t surprise me since it was typical for boys our age. Our minds were always on sex, and even though he may have been naïve about a lot of things in regards to this issue his body definitely was gearing up to enter a period of time where he simply couldn’t control how he felt about it. This was something which naturally happened to all of us. Biology and knowledge were two separate things once puberty set in because even if someone didn’t understand something in regards to sex it didn’t mean our bodies wouldn’t react to the sexual stimuli all around us. This was something physically in nature which all boys went through as we matured.
The only drawback to coming back home was that somehow the news media had gotten a hold of the story about what happened to Marty. The first day when we got back in the morning it was just one asshole who somehow had found out about the story and where we lived. He kept hounding us all the way to our door constantly shoving his microphone into our faces and asking his cameraman if he got a clear shot of everyone while we fought our way back inside the house. By the afternoon it was a complete circus with the major news outlets literally camped out on our lawn.
It was intimidating for Marty, not to mention they began hashing the old news about what had happened to me a few years earlier as well. For two whole days we were hounded with coverage of me and Marty being played extensively on the news. It wasn’t until Pops finally made a statement to the media providing them with some broad information while also pointing out how irresponsible it was of them to literally stalk two innocent boys did we see any pushback against the coverage.
Suddenly there was a backlash from the community against the ‘stalkers’ because it came across as the news media exploiting us for ratings with friends and neighbors from everywhere coming out and literally threatening the media with bodily harm. The police had to come in to calm things down. It wasn’t until a court order came down for the media to vacate the premises or face consequences of child endangerment that they began to think twice. It was one thing to cover news but totally different to actually put children at risk by being irresponsible. The judge made it very clear that if the media persisted he would be watching them very closely and if they made a misstep in any way it was all the excuse he would need to toss them in jail until further notice for contempt of court and anything else he could throw their way. He meant business and he made no bones about it because he felt this was an irresponsible media who were acting like a bunch of stalkers against innocent kids no less. After that things calmed down quickly.
Now that spring break was over we only had a couple months left of school before summer break. With classes back into full swing it complicated things for me; not only because of the newly heightened events of my past, but also because Easter weekend had left me feeling horny all the time now after my sexual encounters with Marty and Luke. With the longer haired boy it had been more accidental while with Luke more deliberate, which in turn left me a bit weirded out by the way I felt about the entire incident.
My mind was constantly on my younger friend back in Eelee, and the missed opportunity between the two of us. We were close as it was, but after our encounter and talk I felt even more connected to him wondering what it meant for us. We began chatting regularly together on skype and I found myself wanting to be with him all the time. My feelings in this regard confused me like so many other of my new found sentiments. It didn’t help matters any with Marty snuggling up to me every night. I enjoyed the closeness we shared, but feeling his warm body up against mine and waking up with him every morning all soft and snuggly wrapped up protectively in my arms, left me feeling emotions I’ve never experienced in my young years.
Not even my girlfriend managed to get me this worked up. I still felt that sort of sexual passion for her, but it wasn’t the intense infatuation I felt for Marty or Luke. Even gym class became a bit intense for me every time my eyes settled on Joey. I was starting to get turned on by the other boy and it didn’t help any that he still managed to keep himself concealed; always able to time things so he came in after I had showered and was getting ready to leave. At least we were talking together more often. I had him in one other class, Social Studies, and I started sitting next to him so we could chat. Well there was choir too on certain days during school hours and some evenings afterwards, but that really didn’t count as a class per se since it was an extra curricular activity. Besides, the way we were arranged in choir I never really got to chat with him there.
When I first began to sit next to him in Social Studies after I got back from Easter break, I could tell he was wondering why someone like me, a fairly popular kid among my peers, would talk to a guy like him. To me it didn’t much matter though because I began to enjoy hanging out and chatting with him. It wasn’t as if I was a part of that small group of the ‘most’ popular kids in school, but rather one of those kids who was sociable enough and did well enough in sports to have a wide range of friends.
Overall I was well regarded with my classmates, which allowed me to be fairly popular. Personally, I would never want to be in that click of the most popular kids and preferred being a more rounded type of guy. This allowed me to have a wide range of other kids who were my friends and not getting frowned upon in regards to who I was hanging out with because of the clicks those kids were associated with. It’s what allowed me to hang out now with Joey even though he was younger than the rest of us in class.
The boy was shy, but he had a nice sense of humor about him once someone got to know him. He may not have been considered like one of the popular kids, but he also wasn’t one of those who were considered too weird and ignored in our school. I suppose as with most schools there were simply those groups of kids that for whatever reason were too far out there for the rest of us to kind of figure out. It probably wasn’t fair, but at our age there was a lot of peer pressure not to mention we just didn’t have the proper social tools to be so inclusive. Sadly this meant there was always a small group of kids which never seemed to fit in anywhere.
With Joey though, everyone appeared to like him, but he was just one of those quiet reserved kind of kids who always flew under the radar. Athletic wise he was pretty good holding his own even though he was younger than the rest of us, but you could tell sports wasn’t his thing. He seemed to enjoy it enough and had fun once he got into it, but I suppose with him being younger than the rest of us he wasn’t into it as much. The kid was smart as a whip though, but never flaunted it in someone’s face always being low key about it. I suppose this was another quality about him most of us appreciated. We all knew he was way smarter than the rest of us, but not in a geeky kind of way, and he never rubbed it in anyone’s nose.
Even though he was probably one year ahead for his age by being in our class, I suspected he was one of those kids who should have been even a class or two higher. I did know he was taking some advanced classes as well so he could stay in our class instead of being bumped up. In a way I suppose it made sense because I knew how I’d feel if I had to be in a class filled with kids two or three years older than me. As it stood now, he was already the youngest boy in our class and it was obvious some things made him feel uncomfortable like showering after PE class because of the age difference.
The days of the first school week back from our spring break blew by us quickly with it now being well into the second week. I fell into a routine now, which was important for Marty as well. This school day was going pretty much like all the other ones and the last class of the day was wrapping up with our PE teacher glancing at the clock. This week we had been involved in a resounding competition of volleyball and everyone was having a blast with it. Who knew volleyball could be so much fun with it being a game which could be broken evenly into co-ed teams of both boys and girls. There was one last volley before Coach blew the whistle calling it a day with everyone gathering together their stuff and heading towards the locker room. Holding up his clipboard the Coach barked out my name and Joey’s so we hung back while the others disappeared into the locker rooms getting showered up and heading for home or other after school activities.
As part of the school’s code, every day two students in our PE class was assigned some tasks to clean up around the place. It was part of the curriculum to teach us some responsibility. The idea behind it was that if we had to clean and take care of things in general then we would learn about the time and effort it took to maintain equipment and be more respectful. Most of the times they were simple tasks such as putting the gear away and some basic cleaning up like sweeping the floors and stuff. Other times they were more involved, and if necessary more students called upon to help get the project done. The teachers were always careful to keep the tasks on an even keel so as not to make it too long, but enough to make them useful.
The schedule rotated with one day belonging to the girl’s and the next day to the boys. Everyone ended up getting assigned a cleaning task at some point at least once a month with the list of names rotating around. Every Friday those who were going to be scheduled for the following week were contacted either by email or phone so I already knew I was assigned for today. I wasn’t exactly sure how the names were allocated, but sort of suspected it was done based on locker numbers, which seemed to be confirmed since it was now Joey’s and my turn.
“Alright boys first I need you to break down the volleyball net and then gather up the rest of the equipment. You can put everything away in the side closet over there.” He pointed by the bleachers before leading us into the side hallway and opening up another closet that I’ve never seen opened noticing it was actually a small room.
The room had shelves of mats and all sorts of gymnastic equipment piled up randomly. “I know this is kind of a big project and might take a little longer than usual, but I was hoping you boys might be able to sort of get it organized. We’ve got a big cataloging project coming up at the end of the year, and lately I’ve been assigning tasks of getting all these old rooms organized to make it easier come inventory day. This is probably a bit more involved than the other rooms I’ve assigned, but I can get a couple more guys to help out if you think it is necessary.” He offered up while I took a good look around noticing on one side a rail along the wall with mirrors from the top to the bottom where I suppose the gymnasts would practice their forms and be able to see what it looked like.
The heat was radiating outwards from the room since the vents had been closed down and I could tell exactly what needed to be done. At first glance it appeared like there was a lot to do, but in actuality there wasn’t too much equipment inside. They were just spread around with similar items scattered in different places. It would be easy enough for myself and Joey to haul the stuff out of the room and then put them back inside organizing all similar items so they were put back together in the same place making it easier to count come inventory time. It wasn’t as if we had to actually put them together or something or even clean them off. All we had to do was get all the similar items organized together so it made things easier to count. It would take a little more time than usual, but not all that much more so I shrugged my shoulders.
“Nah, it’s cool. Everyone’s already getting cleaned up and are ready to head home for the day. I don’t think it will take us too much longer.” I announced with Joey looking at me sideways not so sure, but shrugging his shoulders taking my lead. Damn, he looked so cute, I thought feeling that familiar stirring in the basement of my shorts.
The Coach looked at me for a second then shrugged his shoulders waving us off to get to it then. Within moments the volleyball stuff was put away and we were back at the other room starting to haul stuff out of it. I had quickly explained to Joey my plan and he seemed to think it was a good enough one so we set about getting it done. It didn’t take too long to haul most everything out of the room. All that was left were the mats on several of the shelves. Instead of hauling those out I thought it best to select a set of shelves on one side of the room and pile all the mats on those according to size.
It was hot in the room and both of us were sweating. Glancing over I noticed Joey using the hem of his shirt to wipe off his face exposing his nice firm stomach. He had such a cute rectangular shaped face with rosy cheeks which practically glowed red in this heat. His deep cobalt blue orbs glittered on his sweaty face with his dark brown hair and eyebrows making them stand out even more.
My eyes shifted downwards and noticed how his baggy gym shorts now clung to his sweaty thighs. Since his shorts were pretty much damp with perspiration they also clung to his groin forming a nice rounded racquetball sized bulge around his twin’s playpen with a small little like bump where the tip of his penis was located. It made me shiver and while he was wiping his face I reached down and tactfully adjusted myself so my little chubby wouldn’t show as much before the two of us got back to work. These naughty thoughts and feelings really were becoming a nuisance, but I couldn’t help it.
We were a good team together making good time with Joey pulling off the mats from the other shelves before handing them over to me so I could stack them according to size on the rack of shelves on my side. He handed me over a couple of more mats and I began to get them sorted and put away when I noticed him climbing the lower set of shelves so he could reach the last two mats on the uppermost one. Even I wasn’t tall enough to reach them so he placed his foot on the second shelf and hoisted his small frame upwards. I automatically made my way over to spot him in case he lost his balance and watched as he began tugging the mats off the top shelf. Once he had a firm grip on them he hopped off the shelf bringing the mats down with him.
Suddenly the whole room erupted into a white hazy mess with both of us coughing and waving our arms before exiting the room. Glancing over at Joey I suddenly doubled over busting a gut and laughing my ass off because he was completely white from head to toe. It took me a second or two but I suddenly realized what had happened. When he dragged the mats down there must have been a bag of chalk dust sitting on them. All the gymnasts used the stuff on their hands and at some point this bag must have been tossed on top so when Joey pulled the mats down the entire bag fell right on top of his head.
He now looked like some apparition with his dark brown hair instantly turning white and making his face look all pasty. The glaring look he gave me made his eyes sparkle in his chalky white face and I noticed it had dumped down his body, inside his shirt, and just about everywhere on him. Some of it had even gotten on my shoulder and arm.
He was rapidly blinking his eyes and they began to water up a little and turn red. His face was all sweaty and I could tell the chalky substance was beginning to cake up creating even more issues for him. I felt bad about it now because I could tell it was stinging his eyes, but I still couldn’t help giggling because it was just too hilarious.
“Oh shit dude…I…I’m sorry,” I began, but still unable to stop giggling as he shot me a glaring look and started to reach for his eyes to rub them clear. “WAIT…STOP,” I barked out quickly making him flinch. “Sorry,” I apologized because it came out a bit rough. “If you rub your eyes it’ll probably make things worse.” I explained with him glancing at me and then at the small room where the cloudy dust was rapidly dissipating.
Marching inside the still slightly cloudy room Joey stepped in front of the mirror and took a look at the damage. I felt kind of bad now because he had taken the brunt of the mess. I thought it had been funny, but I could tell it had gotten all over him and it wasn’t just a matter of dusting off the chalky mess because it was now caked on the smaller boy since he was all sweaty. Chalk and sweat don’t mix too well.
“I’m sorry Joey I shouldn’t have laughed.” I apologized when to my surprise he began to giggle and then let loose busting a gut at the image facing him in the mirror, which got me started up again.
Rolling his shoulders and still giggling Joey turned his head and looked at me his normally white face even more pasty looking now while his deep cobalt blue eyes glittered mirthfully. “It’s alright Latham. I mean, it is funny you know. Shit, it does sting my eyes a little though and it’s all inside of my shirt, not to mention caked all over my exposed skin.” He added holding out his arms and taking a good look at them before reaching towards his eyes again.
“Don’t” I cautioned this time more calmly with him looking at me his gaze sort of asking ‘what then?’ “Um…don’t move and whatever you do, don’t rub your eyes. I…uh…I’m going to grab a broom to clean this mess up with and will grab a couple of towels. If I wet them down we can wipe your face off so it doesn’t sting your eyes anymore, but whatever you do just don’t move or you may get more of it into your face and eyes.” I cautioned him with the boy turning back to the mirror.
“Hurry up.” He responded letting me know he agreed that this was the best thing to do.
Within moments I hustled into the locker room noting it was completely empty now, and found the broom and towels. I knew no one else would be coming in now that the school day was over and done with. Not even the kids who were participating in some of the spring sports out on the school’s large practice field today would be using these showers. Our school had a separate small sports facility next to the large sports field that had showers and lockers for all the teams like football, baseball, softball, soccer, lacrosse, track and field, and any of the other outdoor sports. Our basketball and wrestling team usually used this indoor facility, but currently we didn’t have anything going on so I knew the locker room would remain completely empty.
Wetting down a couple of towels I started for the door, but paused long enough to make a quick stop at my locker. Making my way towards Joey I couldn’t help but smile as he slowly turned to face me. I paused about five feet away, lifted up my phone and snapped a picture of him standing there a complete mess with chalk all over him.
“Hey!” He protested a bit cautiously. “Wh…what’d you do that for? I…I…please don’t put that on the internet or anything.” He pleaded wondering about my motives because he didn’t want to look like some dork.
“I can’t help it.” I replied lifting up my phone and snapping another picture. “But I promise I won’t send it out to anyone. I’m not like that you know. I mean it wouldn’t be right to embarrass you or anything, but I thought maybe your mom and dad would love to get a good laugh out of it, don’t you think?” I asked seeing him smile in agreement.
“Yeah, I’m sure mom would just as long as you don’t go around sending it to everyone.” He added and began posing for me and giggling because he thought it was funny.
A guy had to appreciate his personality and easy going nature. It was one of those things I liked about Joey. He had a great sense of humor and I was glad he trusted me like this. I’m not so sure had the roles been reversed I would have been so trusting of some of my other friends. Maybe someone like Luke, and I was beginning to think even Joey now that I was getting to know him better. I was discovering the younger boy really had class and was sincere when he made friends with someone.
The boy allowed me to snap several pictures and since he was presenting me with the opportunity I snapped off a few that were a bit on the naughty side zooming in on his crotch area since his shorts were being so clingy and revealing of his boy goods. I even switched over to video and captured about a minute or so with both of us laughing and having a good time. While he wasn’t paying attention I shut off the video before starting it up again zooming once more into his crotch area getting some good footage of him moving around which created some nice different angles of his little boy baubles shifting about. Finishing up I made sure to transfer the few naughty pictures and rather revealing video clip into a different folder before turning off my camera feature. I’d transfer those on to my computer later and encrypt them so they couldn’t be found by accident.
“Close your eyes and lean forward.” I instructed rubbing his head to get most of the chalky mess out of his hair. “Alright stand up now, but keep your eyes closed.” I cautioned stepping up with the wet towel.
Placing my left hand along the right side of his ribcage to steady him I felt the boy reaching out blindly trying to find something to anchor himself so he wasn’t so wobbly. His right hand rested along my upper left arm with his left hand settling along my right hip. It felt kind of nice being close to him like this and having that sort of connection. Using the wet towel I carefully wiped his face making sure to clean around his eyes really well so that all of the chalky substance was cleared away.
Since we were standing so close together and because of the way his hair was cut I noticed a small round mole just below his left temple. As I wiped away more of the chalk on his face I also detected two small scars. One was a small line next to his left eyebrow just above the bridge of his nose, and one about an inch higher and a tad to the right which looked like a small hollow about the size from the end of a pencil eraser. Those were the only discernable marring on his otherwise smooth unblemished features.
“Alright,” I announced with the boy slowly cracking open his eyes to test how it felt before rapidly blinking them and giving me a big grin.
We lingered like that for several long seconds with him staring into my eyes while I gazed back into his before he began to blush and stepped away. He reached out for the towel holding it up to his neck and pretended to clean it up a bit, but I had a sneaking suspicion the action was more so he could hide his small stiffie. Just before the bottom of the towel concealed it, I had managed to get a quick glimpse of the tenting created by his erection pressing up against his shorts. I was chubbing up as well so while he cleaned himself up some more I turned my focus to sweeping up the powdery stuff off the floor. His eyes had shifted towards my crotch area as well and I’m sure he had noticed the beginnings of my own tenting before I had turned away. Neither one of us said anything though and instead got busy.
We were almost done when Coach popped his head inside looking around and nodding looking very pleased. He glanced over at Joey and frowned.
“What happened?” He asked and in-between our giggles both Joey and I managed to get out what happened with Coach busting a gut and shaking his head.
“Wish I had a camera for that one.” He chuckled with me glancing towards Joey who shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head saying it was alright.
Reaching over towards the shelf I opened up the folder with the ‘clean’ pictures and video of Joey with all of us taking a look and getting a good laugh out of it. “Well, I’m glad you’ve got a good sense of humor about what happened to you Joey. Most of the other kids would have been a pain in the butt about it for me. I’m actually happy you two ended up getting paired together since you work well together.” He added smiling while I nodded in agreement; especially, in regards to Joey’s great sense of humor about it.
“Thanks Coach.” The younger boy blushed at the compliment.
“Well, you guys deserve it and are one of the few students who never moan and complain about getting assigned cleaning duty. It’s not like we ask a lot, but these days most kids are kind of lazy and always complain. It’s kids like you who give me hope.” He added rubbing Joey’s hair and chuckling because even though I shook most of it out a small cloudy puff of powdery chalk managed to waft into the air.
All three of us giggled a little with Joey waving his hand in front of his face to clear the air so it wouldn’t choke him again. “Yeah, well it looks like you boys may need to get cleaned up afterwards.” He observed noting how the powdery stuff was caked up all over Joey’s sweaty body.
“I’ve got a staff meeting so will lock up all the doors. You boys will still be able to get out from the inside, but when you are done and leave be sure to close all the doors behind you. If you hurry up there should be plenty of time before the last bus leaves Joey. I’ve already told the bus driver you will need a ride to your stop.” He pointed out since the school has a small bus that sticks around at the end of the day for student stragglers and he knew I didn’t use the bus to get home because it was only a few blocks away.
Often there are students for whatever reason that have to stick around for a while longer at the end of the day. Most buses have a route they travel to take the bulk of the students when classes get out. For those who needed a ride after hours the school had a small bus that stuck around so they can drop off any of these students without there being any worries of them getting home.
“The Janitor has his own keys, but usually doesn’t come in to finish up for another good hour or hour and a half so you don’t have to worry about anyone bothering you boys.” He informed us taking a look at his watch nodding his head to confirm the timing.
With that he turned getting ready to leave when another thought seemed to occur to him.
“Oh and Latham,” he began, turning to address me. “Um…considering…,” he waved his hand at the powdery stuff on my arms and shoulder, “that and the fact you already had to stay here and clean up, don’t worry too much about your track and field practice today. Go ahead and get cleaned up then go home. Mr. Winslow is sitting in for me since I’ve got the staff meeting, but I’ll let him know later.” He nodded smiling pleasantly at me and leaving while I thought for a second thinking maybe it was best to forego practice today like he suggested.
After Coach left we quickly finished up and a few minutes later I had stripped out of my clothing and grabbing a towel had made a straight line for the showers. I was all sweaty and had some chalk on me as well so wanted to get cleaned up. Joey’s eyes had watched me intently and I could see them flicking down at my boy ornaments sneaking a peep at them discreetly. Now under the nice warmth of the clean water cascading over my body I was hoping that without all the other guys around Joey would take one as well.
After lathering up my body and rinsing it out I put some shampoo in my hand and began soaping up my hair. Turning my back to the water with my body facing outwards, I closed my eyes and leaned back to rinse it out my hopeful yearnings of being able to see Joey in the shower quickly fading. I ran my fingers through my locks rinsing the last of the soapy suds from my hair and straightened up opening my eyes. To my surprise I saw the smaller boy standing there and gaping at my naked body with a towel wrapped around his waist. There was a small tenting in it and I knew he had popped a stiffie.
The boy immediately recovered and shifted his gaze away while blushing and I knew he was hoping I hadn’t caught him staring at my naked body. I bet it was the first time he really got a good look at another naked boy and in a way it kind of turned me on knowing he had taken an interest in me. I didn’t say anything though, not wanting to scare him away so turned around and pretended nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Holding my breath for several long moments while the water tumbled over my chest and stomach I finally got the nerve to take a look. Craning my neck around I smiled because there he was with his back turned towards me standing under the shower head on the opposite side. He had a really nice body in my opinion. Now that I was able to get a good look at him I could tell he was a few inches shorter than me. He was about the same height as Marty around four feet eleven inches with about the same build like Luke, maybe wirier than my friend in Eelee, and probably weighed eighty five or ninety pounds.
Even with his lean physique there was also a kind of softness about the boy. Not in a weak kind of way because I could see some of his lean muscles just beneath the surface of his skin, but there was also a sort of a supple quality to his features. My eyes traveled downwards pausing on his firm pale porcelain melons. Currently they were being squeezed together slightly because Joey was puffing his chest forward rinsing off some of the chalk from his torso. He had the cutest little dimples on either side of his pear shaped cheeks with the crease creating a crescent moon of either side. Like his arms, the boy had long slender legs which traveled all the way up to his butt giving him that sort of gangly look. How I yearned to run my fingers all the way up the inside of his thighs because they looked so sleek and smooth. He even had a fine dusting of blonde leg and arm hair which glistened and looked soft despite being currently wet. The water made his whole body shimmer invitingly and even though I was only seeing him from behind I felt myself immediately getting hard with my thick penis pulsing excitedly.
Butterflies were flittering all around inside my stomach and I had to force myself to breath because I was so turned on by the boy. Swallowing the lump in my throat I continued to stare at him my mind almost blanking out like I did sometimes when I zoned out. This time though it felt completely different and before I knew it I was actually standing behind the other boy only a foot away. For a second I began to panic thinking about making a hasty retreat, but the missed opportunity over the weekend with Luke kept me rooted in place because the last time I had kicked myself for not taking a chance.
With trembling fingers I reached out and put my hand on Joey’s shoulder. The other boy hadn’t heard me come up behind him so it startled him and he jolted with a small squeak of surprise. He immediately recovered from the shock and did what came naturally with his hands automatically covering himself in front even though I couldn’t see anything.
“Wh…what are you doing?” He asked with his voice cracking when it rose an octave or two before craning his neck and looking at me with his eyes flittering downwards noticing my erection.
Joey’s eyes flared open and he blushed because he’s never seen another boy like this with a stiffie. Sure he’s seen me a few times naked while coming and going from the showers so had a fairly good idea of what I was packing, but somehow this was a bit different. His cheeks turned bright red and he glanced into my eyes for a split second completely embarrassed because he knew I had seen him taking a good look at my hard-on.
“You’re a mess let me help you get this stuff cleaned off of you.” I suggested and without waiting for a response leaned in slightly and reached around to the left of his body grabbing the bottle of shampoo he had sitting on the small ledge.
When I reached around his body he automatically shifted slightly as well as if to make sure I couldn’t see anything, but at least he didn’t object. Smiling I poured some of it into the palm of my left hand and realized his hair wasn’t wet yet. Despite the white chalk I could just make out his dark brown hair with cinnamon colored highlights cut short up and around his ears. Giving him a little nudge he stepped up under the shower head and I ran my right hand through it to help get it all wet. Joey stepped back, careful not to bump into me, and I began lathering it up. Even though his hair was cut short it felt full as I ran my mitts through his thick mane enjoying the sensation in my fingers.
Pushing his head forward under the water I began to rinse out his mane and finished up. The boy straightened back up and began washing his face off from any lingering suds while I reached for his bar of soap running it around in my hand before placing it back in the tray. Reaching forward I ran my slicked up fingers over his shoulder and back noticing how he had once more covered himself up in front. Now he simply stood there slightly hunched over while I began cleaning his back. By the way he was stooped over I could tell he had popped a stiffie which made mine twitch around wildly as well.
His skin felt soft and silky beneath my fingers and I could feel his body trembling slightly partially from being nervous and also because it probably felt pretty good. I smiled sheepishly with my fingers traveling downwards ever so closely towards his small rounded crescent moons. He stiffened up slightly so I stopped just shy of actually running my hands over his smooth round orbs not wanting to push things too far.
Reaching around his body I picked up his bar of soap again with his eyes flittering over catching mine before he nervously looked away. Running it around in my hand again to get it all slicked up I kneeled down on the floor and set the soap on the tiles next to his feet. This got Joey’s attention and he once more craned his neck and looked down at me his eyes settling on my thick erection which was swaying around at an upward angle with my heavy ball sack bouncing against my thighs. I heard him gasp at the sight of my hard pubescent tuber and sagging bell and clappers before he quickly turned back around facing the wall.
With me kneeling down now I began to wash Joey’s feet, his toes curling and wriggling around as if he enjoyed it. Pausing I ran the soap in my hands again getting them all slippery and began to wash his left leg. I started on his calve before running my fingers all the way up the length of his leg. For some odd reason when I reached his thigh the boy seemed to spread apart his legs slightly and I smiled wondering if it had simply been reactionary or if he had done it to invite me even further upwards. It didn’t matter to me because I continued upwards along his inner thigh.
Even though Joey may have been covering up his erection and balls in the front, from my lower angle in the back I had the perfect view of his undercarriage. His little boy sack was actually a decent size from what I could tell and didn’t hug his body in a tight ball like I’ve seen on some of the other guys at the beginning of the school year. His actually had a bit of slack to them, not so they actually hung down loosely between his legs, but enough so that they were fleshier like and not so tight. The boy flinched with his body trembling and I thought I detected a small gasp when the back of my fingers brushed up lightly against the fleshy membrane of his soft basket. I had to stifle a giggle because I actually saw his cherry sized testicles jumping upwards. I was beginning to realize this was a very unique perspective from behind and lower down because I had a fairly unobstructed view of his entire undercarriage and it was kind of sexy hot being able to see the light brownish colored suede like soft purse.
He swayed slightly before steadying when I pulled my hands back so I could pick up the bar of soap and run it around in my fingers before repeating the process with his right leg. Once more my lithe fingers traveled up the length of his thin long legs this time the boy trembling in anticipation as if he were enjoying what I was doing to him now. Even though I suspected he was expecting it, he still squeaked in surprise when the back of my fingers brushed up against his fleshy purse with his two little coin bits leaping upwards.
Without any hesitation this time I quickly soaped up my hands and began running them over his cute porcelain like melons. They felt so damn soft and fleshy in my fingers and I could feel the heat radiating outwards invitingly. This was extremely sexy hot and I heard the boy moan softly obviously enjoying the attention he was receiving. Standing up I continued to run my sudsy palms over his soft fleshy orbs and slowly entered the crease of his crack. Joey moaned softly while my body quivered excitedly because he wasn’t protesting the intrusion.
Stepping up closer I leaned in pressing my lips to his ear and whispered softly. “You’ve got a really sexy ass.” I breathed softly realizing his eyes were closed.
I wasn’t sure if he had heard me or not as I now ran my hands up and down his upper arms. Joey was swaying slightly with his face slack as if he had been taken somewhere else. His arms were still folded up front covering up his little boy tackle and jib, but I managed to tuck my hands beneath his arms and slowly wrapped them around his body running my fingers lightly over his chest. The smaller boy inhaled deeply and I could feel his chest rattling excitedly while his body shivered. Everything about him felt ever so soft and smooth and I couldn’t believe I was actually standing this close to the naked boy with my hands literally all over him.
I was taking a big chance because this was risky behavior on my part, but I stepped closer feeling my erection bumping up against his lower back since I was slightly taller than him. My heart was pounding in my chest when I ever so gently ran my fingers lightly over his stomach running a circle around his outtie belly button. Joey sighed softly and trembled when I spread apart my legs slowly lowering my height feeling my erection gliding between his crescent like crease settling between the warmth of his cleft.
“Oh…oh fuck.” I hissed almost silently, my body trembling with me almost shooting my load inside the fissure of his warm butt crease because it was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
The younger boy seemed to respond and leaned back into me his body relaxing. Even his arms finally let down their guard falling to his sides leaving him totally exposed. With my face pressed up against his cheek and in the crook of his neck I gazed downwards my eyes flaring open because he had a very stiff erection. His penis was pointing straight upwards almost flat up against his bare pasty white pubic mound and I could see his pinkish slightly purple nozzle twitching around excitedly. Mine never stood up that stiffly so as to point straight up, instead; always angling slightly outwards, so seeing just how hard his had gotten made my own penis twitch around wildly inside the boy’s warm fissure.
The first and only other time I had seen him naked was in the locker room just before Easter break and at the time his penis was completely soft. It had only been a couple of weeks ago, but the image was still firmly planted in my memories. At the time he was sitting on the bench with his towel spread open exposing his nakedness. I had noted he didn’t have any pubic hair along his porcelain smooth pubic mound with a smallish pre-pubescent like cut penis sticking out away from his body and only about as thick around as my thumb.
His sleek bullet shaped nub was bigger than his shaft by at least two thirds, and combined I figured his penis to be only about two and a quarter inches long when soft. Even his boy baubles was kind of smallish, but oddly enough they had hung loosely between his legs. It was weird how such a small casing could actually dangle freely between a boy’s legs, but they sure did as I had watched his legs spread open and closed in an almost nervous kind of way his boy ornaments bouncing around freely. I recalled how I had to stifle a giggle when I approached the younger boy because his cherry sized testicles were getting squashed in the process every time the boy’s thighs had squeezed closed.
Ever since that first time I’ve wanted to see him naked again hoping to possibly even get a glimpse of him popping a stiffie; little did I know I’d get my wish much less be this close to the younger boy. I’ve been dreaming about this a lot lately, not to mention jacking off to that beautiful two and a quarter inch softie of his, and it was like my wildest fantasies were unfolding right in front of my eyes. Not only was I getting to see him naked, but with a very stiff erection to boot. I was completely enthralled by his nakedness and I gawked at it over his shoulders while he swayed in my arms totally immersed in the thrilling sensations of my gentle touch.
Now as I gaped at his erection, with the boy’s hard thin nail twitching around and bouncing against his pale pubic mound, I realized it had elongated about another half an inch from his softened state. It was probably about two and three quarters of an inch long now that he was hard, a pretty respectable amount of growth from his soft state to his hardened one for a boy his age. It didn’t really thicken up much though, and I figured it was still about as big around as my thumb, almost like the thickness of a roll of nickels. His erection was slightly shorter than Marty’s, but his suede like sandbag was definitely bigger and looked very supple hanging slightly just below the root of his erection.
It didn’t appear like there was much change to the size and shape of his glans other than perhaps it getting slightly plumper. The bulk of increase in length took place along the span of his shaft. Even though his nub remained about the same size as when he was soft, I could tell his bullet shaped projectile was still longer than his rigid shaft. Now though, it was only slightly over half the entire length instead of three quarters. To me this looked a little out of kilter; although, I seemed to recall not too long ago my own small nub being longer than my shaft as well making me wonder if that was fairly typical for younger boys.
Trying to think back to when I saw Marty naked I realized his was very similar as well. I don’t think his bullet shaped nozzle had been necessarily longer, but if I recalled correctly it was almost like it had been about the same length as his shaft. Strange, I thought to myself. I suppose once he began puberty and matured more down there it would shift like most the rest of us guys. It was a reminder for me how Joey was still younger than us and still in a pre-pubescent stage of his development.
My fingers wandered slightly downwards just below his belly button along the area where the ‘V’ groove of his hips broadened out along the blank slate just above his erection. With less than three inches when he was hard, the tip of his penis wasn’t even close to clearing his pubic mound topping out well below his belly button by at least four or five inches if not more. The spray of warm water cascaded over both of our bodies and my fingers slid effortlessly along the slick silky smooth wetness of Joey’s warm soft skin. I couldn’t believe he was allowing me so close to just about the most intimate region of his body and I felt him trembling in my arms and moaning softly his hands settling gently on my forearms.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I was breathing hard because this was simply too sexy hot. I’ve never done anything this bold before and knew I was taking a risk with what I was doing to the younger boy, but I didn’t want to miss out on an opportunity again like with Luke, and it seemed like for the moment Joey was also getting into it. Just then his head tilted forward with his cobalt blue eyes fluttering open and flaring up big as if he was finally waking up and realizing just what was happening to him.
“Are you alright?” I whispered softly into his ear hearing the smaller boy swallowing with difficulty, but nodding his head dumbly as if he was still slightly out of it.
Taking the plunge my right hand dipped downwards and wrapped around his hard pike. The boy’s body jolted with his butt cheeks clamping down around my hard four and a half inch thick fatty.
“Eeeep,” I heard him squeak his voice climbing several octaves while I grunted in return. “Oomph,” my guttural tone cut in contrasting his much higher squeak with me just about busting my nut and spilling my warm seed all up inside of his snug fitting crease.
To my surprise I somehow managed to hold off without creaming the boy and making a mess of things while the smaller boy cooed softly. “Oooh…mmmm,” he gasped softly his eyes fluttering closed and his head tilting back on to my shoulders with his face going completely slack.
“H-holy crap you’re hard as fuck.” I gasped surprised at just how hard his pecker felt in my fingers.
This was way more arousing than when I touched myself. I’ve never felt anyone else’s penis before and it sent shivers crawling all up and down my spine while my stomach did flip flops because it was so sensual. Of course I felt up Luke, but his had been tucked away beneath his pants and even though I had rubbed my erection up against Marty’s this was way different.
With Joey I was touching his hard penis for real with my hands. I never knew anything could feel so damn sexy hot in my fingers, the heat from his hard rubbery like peg kind of surprising me. It was on the small side so I was using my thumb and three fingers as I rolled his soft fleshy knob around watching it intently while it turned from a more pinkish tone to a very rustic crimson purplish color.
“Oh…I…I,” Joey gasped and moaned at my manipulations making me swallow and focus on my breathing because I realized I had been holding my breath.
It sounded like Joey was enjoying himself, but also as if he may be having second thoughts about this. I didn’t want to stop, but I most definitely didn’t want to do something he was uncomfortable with. After all he had been extremely shy about even allowing anyone to see him naked and this was way more than he probably bargained for.
Swallowing the lump in my throat I asked the question, steeling myself for his rejection. “D…do you want me to stop?” I asked rolling his hard penis in my fingers with his body quivering.
“I…I…,” his voice cracked embarrassingly and he blushed before shaking his head back and forth afraid of speaking and squeaking again.
Wanting to make sure of his permission I asked again. “This is alright then…what we’re doing?” I asked with the boy nodding dumbly and then chirping despite himself because my left hand dipped downwards cupping his fleshy boy sack surprised at how elastic it felt in my fingers.
Slowly I began to masturbate his hard nail using my three fingers and thumb on my right hand while I gently squeezed his elastic coin purse. I could feel his squishy nuggets squirming around when his penis started to twitch from the sensuous feelings I was sending through his insides. We were both breathing hard now and I knew it wouldn’t take either one of us long as I began to rock my hips back and forth feeling my own thick erection sliding between the warm crevice of his fleshy orbs. It was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced down in my nether regions with this being way more intense than I could have ever imagined; even more so than my recent interaction with Marty where we had rubbed our erections together.
My gaze shifted once more downwards and I watched intently as my fingers stroked along Joey’s short shaft feeling the ridge of his glans gliding along the tips of my fingers. I began squeezing the tip of his bullet shaped nozzle at the same time now noticing how it had turned totally dark, almost like the shade of a deep purple colored plum. I never knew a guy’s knob could turn this dark while his shaft seemed to turn a bright pinkish red color from the friction I was causing.
My left fingers continued to massage his cherry sized truffles giving them a good squeeze now and again for good measure. Time seemed to slow down, but I knew only a few seconds had passed us by. My hips kept bumping up into him with my hard nail sliding up and down his warm tight furrow while my sagging undercarriage bumped up against the bottom of his butt and the back of his inner thighs.
My right hand had become a blur now working his drill bit with a fevered pitch feeling the smaller boy begin to stiffen up. Then it happened with him suddenly letting out a chirping squeak as I felt a single jolting pulse of his penis in my right fingers as if he just climaxed. His soft nuggets lurch upwards at the same time from my grip before bouncing heavily back into place towards the bottom of his slightly drooping purse. Even his butt cheeks contracted around my erection and I felt my stump lurching as pre-cum oozed freely out the tip of my spigot. To my surprise I didn’t squirt my load yet feeling his butt cheeks relax its grip on my hard rubbery peg confusing matters and leaving me feeling a bit unsatisfied and lost.
When his hard penis pulsed in my fingers I had released his helmet because I knew it would be painfully sensitive, but had held firmly onto his shaft and kept pumping it. There was a pause of several seconds while I kept pumping his reddened tube, then I felt a series of much more powerful pulses as his full orgasm slammed into his tiny body sending me over the edge at the same time.
“Uuuuuuumph, uuuumph, uumph,” I grunted hoarsely pulling the boy tighter up against my body while my hips thrust forward creating more friction for my penis which lurched flinging slimy cum all along the inside walls of the younger boy’s rounded cushions.
At the same time Joey’s higher pitched twittering chirps intermingled with my more animalistic guttural tones. “Eeeak, eeeeeeeey, eeeep, eeeeeeey.” He squeaked not holding back while his body stiffened up and squirmed around in my arms and I kept shoving my groin into his rift wondering what it would feel like to fuck him for real.
This was wildly intense for me and I could feel my testicles leaping upwards several times with each contraction forcing my soft bag to bump up against his butt and thighs making it even more intense for me. The force of my creamy yogurt came screaming out from the tip of my spigot almost like a fire hose being turned on, and I could feel it coating Joey all along the inside walls of his warm fleshy melons. The heat of my own cum running along the length of my four and a half inches of boy flesh felt extremely erotic only creating a more intense situation for me as I now began to empty out as much from my milk tanks as I could possibly wring out. It was as if trying to milk myself like a cow, wanting every ounce of the supply depleted from inside of my writhing and squirming spongy nuggets. The force of it was so severe my balls began to ache. I didn’t know if it was better to empty them out or to stop.
My body felt like it was burning on fire while my insides writhed around with that euphoric rapture. It was almost too much to bear and just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer things finally seemed to have closure. With one final grunt and heave I felt the final pulse of pubescent orgasmic release.
At the same time Joey threw his head back and opened his mouth groaning an “Oooooh,” in complete contrast to his previous high pitched chirping. The two of us remained that way for about thirty seconds, then relaxed and started panting to get our breath back slumping limply against the tiled wall completely spent.
Even though this was a different kind of ride it wasn’t my first rodeo with orgasms and I recuperated quickly getting untangled from the smaller boy who still remained slumped up against the wall with his back to me. His hands had automatically cupped over his now completely spent and shriveled up boy goods protectively. I felt completely drained, but in a good way as I now began to rinse off and clean away my slimy mess from between my legs. It felt like I had spilled an entire gallon, but I knew it was probably just a small teaspoon at the most.
The thought of me spraying so much now made me wonder if Joey had squirted as well. It was difficult to know for sure since we had both been standing up under the shower head when his little cannon began to recoil in my fingers. I knew when I was his age I had just begun to shoot my load, but it had been very inconsistent. Most of the times my little penis would contract several times with only one little bead forming at the tip of my crown, while at other times I would see a small thin transparent stream of little droplets spit out an inch or two with the meager amount of translucent stuff quickly evaporating away. In many ways I was a lot like Joey between my legs at his age, so who knew if he was squirting yet.
“W-what happened,” I heard the smaller boy whisper softly his body still slumped limply against the wall using it as a support.
“You don’t know?” I asked a bit shocked wondering if he had ever jacked off before.
“N-no, maybe.” He added sounding a bit confused.
“Shit Joey you just had an orgasm. Both of us just had one. I creamed the inside of your butt cheeks.” I added with the boy opening up one eye, the cobalt blue colors swirling around as he gazed at me and furrowed his eyes. “You mean you’ve never had an orgasm before today?” I asked astounded, yet thinking on it this wasn’t so far fetched.
Sure most boys by this time were jacking off, but it didn’t mean all of us were by the time we were twelve. It was unusual, maybe, I supposed, still possible. I guess it depended on the situation. I didn’t want to make a big issue of it so simply shrugged my shoulders.
“That’s alright Joey, there’s always got to be a first time for all of us. Just take it easy for another few moments and you will recover quick enough, but don’t take too long and don’t forget to wash your backside. I got a bit excited and…um…well…I sort of spilled all over you back there.” I explained softly rubbing my hand on his shoulder noticing him glancing down now at my own spent soft yet plump noodle which hung limply over my baggy sack.
Leaving him alone to recuperate and gather his composure I headed back to my locker smiling because I realized this was my first true sexual experience despite having masturbated Luke through his jeans or rubbed my stiffie up against Marty’s. With Luke we never had skin on skin contact and with Marty it had been more unintentional with neither one of us consenting to it. With Joey both of us had wanted it and we actually acted on our needs. It was definitely the first boy penis I had ever felt for real. So for me Joey was my first real sexual engagement.
Once more my thoughts were puzzling because I had actually enjoyed performing this sexual act with another boy. I had been lusting after Joey and to my shock had actually taken a big chance by taking the plunge and acting out on my urges. To my astonishment Joey hadn’t seemed troubled by it and when I asked to make sure, he had insisted we continue. Now though I began to have reservations about his consent because it was obvious he hadn’t understood the complete ramifications of what we were doing. This had been his first sexual experience in totality because if he’s never even had an orgasm it meant he never has really jacked off before either.
Even though I began to feel a bit guilty about the incident it didn’t deter from the fact I had enjoyed the sexual act with the younger boy. The way it felt when I was holding his testicles and hard penis in my hands was outrageously sensuous and intense. It was wicked the way his penis fluttered once and was then followed a second or two later with much more powerful pulses. Mine never did that and just exploded all at once. The entire experience had been mind-blowing.
I began to wonder if maybe I wasn’t gay on some level as well like my friend Luke. He had insisted he didn’t have feelings for girls though, which added to my confusion because when I thought about it those of the female persuasion turned me on as well. Yet, it was boys I was turning to these days despite having a girlfriend. I suppose in some ways it was because my girlfriend, Sienna, wasn’t putting out for me.
Lately, I’ve been horny as all fuck wanting and needing physical contact and action. Of course at thirteen years old I suppose I was still young enough not to worry about it so much, but lately the sex has been on my brain just about every waking second. I suppose it didn’t help matters any having a sexy boy like Marty sleeping next to me in bed every night. Sighing, I tossed my towel aside and after shoving my dirty gym clothes into my book bag to take home and wash them out I began to get dressed sliding into my shirt, boxer briefs, and jeans before taking a seat next to my bag and finishing up with my socks and shoes.
Tying the laces on my blue colored Nike shoes I sat up just in time to see Joey round the corner of our lockers still a little damp with his towel wrapped around his waist. He paused and I saw him blush when our eyes connected before he hesitantly made his way down the short aisle stopping in front of his locker. It was a tad awkward now because of what had just happened, but I couldn’t help myself and smiled because he was so damn cute standing there in his towel and his body glistening damply.
It was a bit nerve-racking now because even though I had vowed to take a bit more of a chance if an opportunity presented itself, what had just happened with Joey was way more than I had intended. Taking a risk is one thing, but going this far could be catastrophic. Sure, he seemed to have wanted this as well, but it was obvious he was new to all of this and inexperienced so had gotten caught up in the moment not really realizing what was happening to him. Now though, after the fact he could seriously take it the wrong way and if it ever got out to others could be disastrous to say the least.
The brown haired boy glanced towards me before focusing his eyes on his locker with his fingers twitching nervously while I swallowed the tension starting to mount. “I…I…,” Joey began his voice cracking with nervousness while he tried to swallow not knowing how to proceed with a deafening silence settling around us.
Not able to take it anymore since it was so awkward I tried to make things right. “Um…I…I’m really sorry Joey. I mean, I didn’t know this was your first…uh…anyway, I just didn’t know and maybe I shouldn’t have…you know.” I tried to apologize seeing him looking at me now and biting his lower lip nervously. “I’ve never done anything like this before…with someone else…I mean…not really.” I sighed trying to sort out exactly what would be considered actual sex and what wasn’t.
It was kind of confusing because technically what happened between me and Marty would be considered sex, even with what happened regarding Luke. Yet, with Joey, this to me was way different because it had been very intentional on my part and I had actively pursued it wanting and needing this badly.
“Are…are we cool?” I asked with Joey looking at me his sparkling deep cobalt blue eyes swirling around making me dizzy.
“I…I…um…,” he hesitated blushing, but didn’t look away before rolling his shoulders and after a short pause exhaled softly. “Yeah…we’re cool.” He responded quietly turning his focus back to his locker with a little smirk on his face and everything falling silent again.
Neither one of us moved, but remained there in our own thoughts until Joey spoke up in a soft gentle voice. “Latham?”
“Yeah.”
“Um…thanks.” He exhaled softly his voice rattling in his chest nervously while I scrunched up my face wondering what he was thanking me for, which he seemed to notice. “Just for…for everything. It…it was nice. I mean…you know…better than nice. I…I never knew something could feel so…,” he paused blushing because he was revealing a bit too much, but was kind of committed now. “Anyway…it…it was nice…thanks.” He added making me smile because it was obvious he enjoyed what happened just as much as I had and wasn’t upset about it.
We both blushed and looked away because it was kind of awkward despite both of us having enjoyed what happened and not upset by it. “Um…Joey, can I ask you something kind of personal?” I wondered with his eyes flicking towards me and hesitating before shrugging his shoulders.
“Sure, I guess.” He responded, his voice sounding as if he had reservations about it not knowing where I was going, and since we were talking about sex kind of risky for him.
“It’s just…,” I paused clasping my hands together nervously because even though suspected what the answer was I couldn’t be sure. “I was just wondering why…you know…um…why you wait to shower?” I asked with Joey blushing and shrugging his shoulders. “I mean, you’ve got a sexy hot body?” I added feeling my cheeks burn at such an open admission and noticing a twitching beneath the boy’s towel making me wonder if he was getting a stiffie because of the nature our discussion was taking.
At first I didn’t think Joey was going to respond, but then he took a deep breath and I could tell it was kind of a tough thing for him to talk about and he was nervous about it because his chest rattled. “It’s just that I’m afraid…um…that I might…,” he began apprehensively his hands dipping down covering up his small bulge in a nervous kind of tick as if he might have popped a stiffie, but I couldn’t be sure.
It made me wonder if my initial thought about him worrying because he was still kind of immature down there had been wrong. “Oh, you’re worried about…um…you know.” I interjected holding up my hand and with my pointing finger slightly curled straightened it out making it resemble a guy getting an erection. “Um…you know getting hard in front of us. I mean, I wouldn’t worry about it too much because despite what you may think that rarely happens.” I tried to assure him watching Joey’s face scrunch up at first and then his eyes flaring open in surprise.
“What…no…,” He shook his head forcefully. “I mean maybe…sure, but that’s not why…shit Latham.” He blushed for the umpteenth time in all of like two minutes since he’s arrived at the lockers.
“What then?” I asked not wanting to make him feel embarrassed, but totally baffled since getting a stiffie had kind of worried me too in the beginning among other things.
“I don’t know. I mean now that you’ve mentioned that…you know…popping one, then yeah, but it’s just…,” he hesitated shaking his head as if trying to determine if he should even continue while I tried not to push him.
The smaller boy looked right into my eyes as if gauging my intent and seemed to come to a decision gesturing with his hands. “Listen Latham, it’s just…I…I’m embarrassed. I mean, everyone else is older and…well…you know…I don’t know…just…um…I’m sure they are bigger and stuff.” He finally admitted with me automatically glancing down at the towel wrapped around his waist and the small bulge which had formed up front.
Sliding over towards him and shoving my bag towards the edge of the bench I stopped right in front of him, the boy trying to step back, but bumping into the lockers. “Let’s take a look.” I suggested pausing and looking up into his face seeing his shocked expression. “Listen, I’ll be totally honest about it, besides, considering I just had my hands all over you me taking a look shouldn’t be a big deal.” I reasoned, and when he didn’t respond, reached out tugging on his towel with it falling away off to the side and exposing his nakedness while I gawked staring in wide eyed wonderment at this added bonus to a day which was turning out to be something special.
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End of Chapter Ten: Risky Behavior
Coming soon Chapter Eleven: Boys, Puberty, & Sex
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