Discovering A Mute Boy
Chapter 11
Boys, Puberty, & Sex
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EXCERPT FROM RISKY BEHAVIOR
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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BOYS, PUBERTY, & SEX
Even though I’ve already seen him naked, this time was a little different because he was literally standing right in front of me. My fingers trembled, I couldn’t help it because I was literally inches away from his most intimate and private part of his body. His skin was silky smooth like fine chinaware and I could see those slender blue lines just beneath his thin almost translucent membrane; like the watery channels of the Netherlands meandering across the blank slate of his pubic mound. It was pretty much hairless, but being this close I could just make out some very slender light colored little filaments. The same light dusting of lucent hair you would sometimes see on younger kids’ arms. They were very fine, less than one tenth of an inch long, and hardly detectable along his silky smooth skin.
A couple of years back I noticed them on me as well, but wasn’t curious about it until about a year ago so had looked it up. I found out they weren’t pubic hairs at all like I had hoped, but rather what was referred to as vellus hair. These filaments were a type of fine, short, light-colored or translucent, and non-pigmented human hair which develop from childhood and are found on most areas of the body. Vellus hairs were basically the technical term for what most of us would usually refer to as peach fuzz, similar to those fine hairs I’ve noticed on some of my classmates’ upper lip. Once real pubes begin to grow in the vellus hairs tend to be covered over.
Sticking outwards from his smooth slate was Joey’s completely soft spent penis about as thick around like my thumb. His little bullet shaped nozzle took up most of his size and I could barely see his shaft. At first glance it looked smooth, but now that I had a better look I could see a little roll of skin around the base of his shaft, which probably smoothed out when it elongated. His glans were no longer such a deep plum color like it had been when I was piddling his pud, but rather more of a pinkish color now with just a hint of purplish hues. From what I could tell his short shaft had pinked up and was no longer a bright red color.
Just beneath the boy’s small bean sprout sticking outwards from his body was his small brownish pink soft patch of bunched up leathery skin. Unlike Marty’s tightly balled up ping pong ball, Joey’s crinkly racquetball of loose skinned budgie hung down slightly into empty air between his legs weighted down by two oval shaped little cherry sized lumps of sugar cubes. All along the surface of his soft looking hacky sac were very small crease like wrinkles, and the way they swayed freely between his legs despite being kind of small looked way cool in my opinion.
The clean scented soap he used while showering wafted towards my nose along with a boyish kind of musky odor making me quiver and swallow. “B-beautiful,” I croaked in a husky voice with Joey frowning and looking down at himself his cheeks turning crimson yet again with the shy part of his nature once more seemingly coming into play.
The kid was turning colors more often than a disco ball at a school dance. “Huh?” He asked with it being my turn to blush now because I hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
Clearing my husky throat I continued. “Um…I…anyway…,” I paused before exhaling and sighing shaking my head. “Listen Joey, you look really nice down there. I mean you’re not small or anything…just…uh…pretty typical for a boy your age. I’d say it’s probably about the same size mine was just six months ago.” I admitted my eyes once more staring at his soft penis which stuck straight outwards from his body about two and a quarter inches and just above his relaxed slightly wrinkled avocado shaped boy bag.
Glancing up our eyes locked for a moment with Joey flushing shyly, before mine dropped back down to his nakedness. I was drawn to it like a kid in a candy and toy store all rolled into one. I wanted to reach out so I could hold it, stroke it, play with it, and even lick it making me wonder where the heck that notion came from.
“B-but you’re so big.” Joey’s voice cut through my mind bringing me back.
“Huh?” I asked trying to put together what he just said with it suddenly clicking making me smile and shrug my shoulders. “Oh…um…well, not really…maybe.” I got a bit tongue-tied due to the strange nature of our conversation, but I could tell he really wanted and needed to have it. “I mean, mine just sort of got bigger here in the last couple months because of…uh…you know puberty and all. Don’t worry yours will start to change here soon enough.” I nodded noting there really wasn’t much difference between his and mine six months ago.
My penis might have been a tad longer, but not much. Back then my ball sack was kind of like a tight ball on me though, and I could tell his was a little baggier than mine was at the time. Just like him I also had the same kind of light dusting translucent like short hairs six months ago, so yeah, overall pretty much the same like Joey with only slight variations.
The wiry boy shifted slightly with his boyish earthy kind of scent drifting into my nose attracting my attention as I once more stared at his penis and testicles. Being this close sent those churning and fluttery kinds of butterfly feelings inside of my stomach and I could feel my erection pressing up against my jeans.
“You really think mine will get as big as yours. I mean I can’t believe yours wasn’t that thick back then.” He admitted with me smiling recalling just how small I was not all that long ago and how one or two months could create such a big difference.
“Um…yeah sure, maybe bigger, maybe a little smaller.” I shrugged knowing no one could be sure about such things. “You won’t really know until it happens.” I sighed staring at his treasure chest with such yearning. “Besides, there are still guys in our class who don’t have any pubes yet that are older than you and a couple who are even smaller than yours. Believe me Joey; you really don’t have anything to be embarrassed about.” I moaned softly staring at his beautiful nakedness with my mind almost zoning out like I would do sometimes, but with this feeling different in many ways.
“Really-eeeak,” He yipped with his voice squeaking and his body slamming backwards into the lockers forcing them to rattle around noisily.
“Oh…oh…shit,” his voice bleated several octaves higher than usual with his body once more banging against the locker.
I felt Joey’s small penis lurch in my mouth when he slammed into the locker with his testicles knocking against my chin followed closely by a second jolt of surprise on his part. At first I didn’t realize I had leaned in and slurped up his small soft fleshy stub between my lips. When it jolted the first time it immediately inflated, the sensation of it going from soft to hard inside my maw becoming something sumptuously sultry in nature. To my surprise it didn’t really taste like much of anything other than it sort of complimenting his earthy boy scent which now assaulted my senses at the same time. There was that sort of clean like taste about it since we had just come out of the showers, then I tasted something else just under the surface of the other flavor when it twitched and jerked for the second time. My penis jolted as well inside of my jeans and for a second I thought maybe I had busted my nut because the feeling was intense in an overwhelmingly seductively sultry kind of way.
There was a sense of relief when I realized the wet like sensation I felt between my legs was only a bit of oozing pre-cum, where with Joey it didn’t taste like he was leaking jizz or anything. I’ve tried my own spunk recently and what I tasted now was a bit different. It made me wonder if perhaps when I caught him by surprise, and his penis contracted, if he had leaked a bit of piss. The thought made me cringe, but it was a very subtle kind of taste, and since it was mingled together with his other essences wasn’t anything bad.
His moans brought me back to the moment and I began to slurp on his sweltering and extremely hard just shy of three inch long boy grizzle about the thickness of my thumb. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever figured on giving another boy a blow job and to my surprise I was really getting into it. With my right hand resting on his hip I used the left one to massage the boy’s malleable soft membrane. His little hacky sack yielded easily to my probing fingers with his testicles squirming around inside its protective sheathing. My head began bobbing up and down in swift motions and he jerked when my teeth accidentally scraped against his sleek nozzle. I couldn’t help it because his erection was very stiff and pointing straight up making it difficult for me to control.
Not wanting to scrape his sensitive Dill again, I grabbed the base of his shaft with the thumb and finger of my right hand forcing it outwards at a better angle. Without missing a beat I continued to polish his knob feeling his penis writhe around in my mouth like some wild snake in the tropics while his body twisted around like a contortionist. I could tell the forced angle of his erection made it slightly uncomfortable for him, but in exchange I was providing him wondrous salacious feelings all up and down his sleek boy pickle which overrode any small discomforts.
“Latham…I…I…grrrrrrph,” He grunted before suddenly grabbing the back of my head where he promptly began thrusting his hips into my face trying to bury his short spike with each forward lunge as deeply into the back of my throat that was humanly possible.
It was instinct which took over for him as he began to face fuck me like a rabbit in heat, determined to eek out a second orgasmic eclipse of the day. His thrusts were quick short little bursts of plunges and I reciprocated by suctioning his little spigot with my lips massaging it along the length of my tongue as I now began swirling it around his swollen crown. I was moaning and he was making little squeaky cheeping noises. I kept slurping and flicked the tip of my tongue around the ridge of his valve running it up along the small opening at the tip and wiggled it around.
“Eeeak,” he chirruped with his hard nail suddenly lurching and his testicles contracting upwards while my lips continued to massage the length of his shaft when it pulsed.
It was strange feeling the preliminary muted fluttering pulse from his youthful sprig palpitate in my mouth. It was deceptive in nature because I was used to my own going off all at once as if trying to expel everything in one fell swoop. If the incident of Joey in the shower was any indication I knew more powerful bursts were soon to follow so I kept slurping on his straw like a hooker inhaling cocaine.
A split second or two later I was rewarded with several successive powerful pulses in my mouth while Joey’s body stiffened up when the apex of his orgasm slammed into his small frame. The force of the climax sent him rocking backwards into the lockers with the doors once more rattling on their hinges. His steamy hot nail writhing around in my mouth felt wickedly erotic, but it was completely dry with him roughly grabbing a hold of my hair while thrusting forward trying to bury it even further into my mouth. Thank goodness his erection hadn’t fully matured yet or I might have choked with how rough he had gotten with his thrusting groin.
“Eeehe, eeeeeeey, uuuuumph, eeeak,” the smaller boy screeched letting me know he was in the grips of his orgasm.
The way he experienced an orgasm was kind of wicked, because this was the second time his hard nail had pulsed once followed by several more powerful pulses a second or two later which happened in rapid successions. When I busted a nut my penis simply had spastic pulses one right after the other expelling as much of my goopy milky yogurt as possible in one fell swoop. With Joey it was as if his little canon would give a warning shot off the bow before pounding away in rapid fire successive kinds of volleys trying to sink anything in its path like a mock Navy drill shooting off blanks.
It was a dry cum, leaving me a bit disappointed because I was kind of wondering what he would taste like. I still didn’t know if he was able to squirt or not, and even though this one was dry it didn’t mean he wasn’t ejaculating since he had just busted a nut not five minutes earlier. The first time around in the shower I hadn’t been sure either since we were being pelted with water. At this stage in his development it could be he was only eeking out a small little dollop, which is how I was at his age. If that were the case it would have been difficult to know if he had cum earlier. If he had, it would have probably left his fuel tanks empty for this second round of orgasmic explosions.
With one final heave and thrust, his body convulsed and then went slack with his penis softening up in my mouth and slipping out as it shriveled up towards his blank pubic mound like a burglar slinking away under the cover of darkness. Even this was kind of sexy hot, feeling the fleshy softness of his penis slipping past my lips. It was all withered up tightly now against his bare skin, receding inside the boy protectively with nothing but a small part of his helmet showing at the moment just like a turtle retreating back inside its shell. Joey slumped forward and I lowered him to the bench letting him lie down on his back with his left foot on the raised surface and his right leg hanging over the edge. His left knee was bent, angling outwards up against the back wall effectively sprawling him open and exposing his sexy hot nakedness to anyone who wanted to look.
My eyes gazed down at his sprawled figure noticing how his small purse was sagging between his legs nestling smugly along the underside of his butt cheeks. Slowly, like a turtle coming out of hiding, his limp noodle began to extend and draw outwards from its protective confinement. His soft worm now pointed outwards from his body in a more normal position for him as I gathered up my book bag and stood up.
The poor kid was trying to recuperate from his second orgasm within mere minutes, his chest rising and lowering with each gasping intake of breathe. His eyes remained closed, the countenance of his features revealing the calm and serene nature of the younger boy. It was too good to pass up because he was so beautiful at the moment, so I dug out my phone and snapped several pictures of him all sprawled out on the bench. I even took a couple of really close up shots figuring I could use them later when I jacked off in the privacy of my room tonight. Since he still wasn’t moving I switched over to the video mode and shot some footage as an afterthought. In a way this was very naughty and wicked on my part, not to mention kind of wrong, but it wasn’t as if I was going to put them out on the internet or anything. This was just something private for me to remember this special moment and of course to help stimulate me when jacking off.
Finishing up I began to turn and leave when I noticed his breathing had evened out. It was almost as if he had fallen asleep. Not wanting to take a chance of him being found like this by the janitor, I sat down by his left foot and reached out between his outward sprawled legs running my hand gently on his firm stomach. I had been tempted to fondle him again, but it was probably too soon and he would be way sensitive down there right now, not to mention a bit put off for a third go so soon.
“Hey Joey wake up buddy. It’s not a good idea to fall asleep right now.” I chuckled with the wiry boy squinting at me with a small smile forming on his lips.
“Yeah,” He agreed exhaling softly.
My eyes gazed downwards between his legs and I sighed longingly with my hands automatically traveling towards his treasure chest, but not touching his sensitive areas stopping just shy of it. I ran my fingers along the smoothness of his bare pubic mound tracing the spider web like patterns of blue veins just below his pale skin. “Damn, you really are sexy hot Joey and shouldn’t be embarrassed about taking a shower with the rest of us.” I prompted with him moaning softly.
“P-please, no more Latham. I…I don’t think I can do this for a third time, not so soon.” He pleaded with his soft penis twitching slightly because I was very close to it.
Smiling playfully I let my hand dip down resting them on top of his small bulge feeling the younger boy flinch with his face scrunching up. Even though I didn’t apply any pressure; instead, only moving my fingers over his playpen lightly, his body still stiffened up slightly. He began to moan and whine with his penis immediately stiffening up despite his recent climax. I could tell how getting hard so soon after his second orgasm was uncomfortable for him and probably a bit achy as well.
“P-please,” he begged moaning in pain while I grinned naughtily.
“I’ll stop, but only if you promise to shower with the rest of us tomorrow.” I blackmailed him and when he didn’t respond right away I let my fingers contract ever so slightly feeling his body jerk.
He let out a squeak, “I promise…I promise…anything…just…just don’t…no more…not now.” He begged making me smile in satisfaction and releasing him.
Joey sighed in relief while I got up and smiled at his rock hard erection and small sagging ball bag. Once again this was too good to pass up and I fished out my phone taking some video footage before switching over and snapping a few pictures of him sprawled out in all his hard glory. I had just zoomed in getting a nice close-up shot when Joey opened his eyes squinting. At first he didn’t realize what I was doing when I snapped off a second picture and then a third with his erection and ball sack filling up the entire screen on my phone.
Suddenly his eyes flared open in stunned shock and his hands immediately covered up his pride and joy trying to hide away the embarrassment of his exposure, but it was already too late with me tucking away my phone. I gave him a big grin and wink before turning and making my way down the aisle.
“Hey wait, did you just…hey why’d you take pictures?” He asked defensively groaning when he sat up and still a bit wobbly from his experience.
“Just for insurance to make sure you go through with your promise to take a shower with the rest of us tomorrow. If you don’t, well I’ll just have to show the guys why you are so shy.” I teased turning my head and sticking my tongue out at him reaching the end of the aisle and tucking around the corner.
“Hey…,” I heard him hollering in protest. “Y-you aren’t really going to do that?” He asked as I made my way for the exit. “Latham?” I heard him yell out in protest. “You really won’t…will you?” I heard his voice echoing off the walls.
“Well we will just have to see won’t we?” I began laughing hearing him chuckling as well because he pretty much knew I wouldn’t really do something like that.
“Damn, you really are a fucking twat.” He bellowed out in-between his laughter. “Geeze, I can’t believe I let you get away with that one. I’m keeping an eye on you Latham.” He retorted with me still chuckling as I exited the locker room.
Exiting the school and heading down towards the practice field it felt like I was on cloud nine. The sun was shining with spring in full swing and summer knocking on the door. I just sort of had my first real sexual experience, even if it was with another boy, the encounter with Luke and Marty not really counting in my mind. I couldn’t help feeling all giddy and completely happy about what just happened in the locker room with Joey. I suppose it was something I had wanted anyway. Not even seeing my girlfriend, Sienna, approaching me deterred the warm fluttery sensation I was feeling regarding my sexual tryst with Joey. I paused for a moment when she traipsed up wrapping her arm around me and openly planting a kiss on my lips. It was as if she was showing off and publicly flaunting the fact we were girlfriend and boyfriend.
After I got back from Spring break, and with all the media coverage, she had changed a little, almost as if she was enjoying all of the extra attention. I didn’t much care for the extra interest and my close friends knew that so left me alone about it for the most part. With Sienna though, I could tell she was enjoying it more than me. It really wasn’t over the top or anything on her part, but just in many of the little things she did. We had always liked one another, and at the beginning of the school year had gravitated towards each other becoming an item, but as time went on I got the sense it really wasn’t in that special kind of way. I could feel the two of us had a mutual kind of affection towards each other, but for me there was something missing; the sort of thing that made it special.
She did turn me on because I thought she was very sexy with her small perky breasts and feminine like curves. When we kissed and cuddled I’d get those sexual tingling kinds of sensations, but it was like the two of us simply couldn’t commit. Sure we were still very young so sex wasn’t automatically something necessary in a relationship that’s age appropriate for us, but there was something all wrapped up with it where I was beginning to realize no matter at what age we’d probably never have that sort of relationship. In many ways we were probably better suited to simply be very good friends. Still, I felt something deeper than friendship with her, but now I was beginning to realize it wasn’t actually in a boyfriend and girlfriend kind of way.
Wrapping my arm around her waist I led us towards the bleachers where I saw Marty sitting and watching the other kids practicing as if he were trying to study and figure out what was going on. There were so many new things all the time around him and I was sure it was overwhelming for the teen. As I approached I could hear a couple of guys a few bleachers up taunting him, which got my blood boiling. One of the boys, Jimmy, I was very familiar with and when I first moved in with PopPop and Nana had been the butt of his jokes as well.
That was years ago and he stopped when I popped him in the face one day and he went running off with a bloody nose. The guy was nothing more than a bully to this very day, and his dad who was a sergeant in the police department sort of encouraged it in his son. I suspected it was his father who had told him all about me when I first got here and I’m sure he had done the same thing concerning Marty. As a police officer he would have certain information, and the way Jimmy acted it was obvious he had told his son about some of those details as well.
When Marty spotted me he bolted towards me wrapping his arms around my body affectionately in greeting warmly planting a kiss on my cheek. I heard Jimmy sniggering and comment to another boy something about faggots. The other kid in turn simply rolled his eyes not really wanting any part of this now that I had showed up. I was about to say something when one of my friends, Billy, walked over and got into it with the ‘would be’ bully.
“Give it a rest already Jimmy and stop being such a fucking prick all the time. I told you earlier to lay off Marty.” He told the other much bigger boy heatedly.
My friend may have been on the small side, but he was tough as nails and wasn’t one to be trifled with. He was one of the most easy going kinds of guys, a prankster for the most part, but fiercely protective of his friends. Of course being kind of small he was always being teased by those of us who knew him, but it was always in good fun and he seemed to relish that sort of interaction. He had a great sense of humor and someone who could handle a good ribbing, often joking around at his own expense.
“Bunch of fucking faggots.” Jimmy retorted for a second time. “The only reason why you are probably protecting the weirdo is because he’s sucking that little one inch prick of yours, and don’t try denying it either. You’ve probably got the smallest pecker in our school.” The older boy sniggered, but Billy wasn’t even put off by the comment shrugging his shoulders as if to say so what.
“Well at least I’ve got someone who is willing to suck mine off. No one wants to even touch your nasty ass deformed one. No guy or girl ever will because it’s so damn nasty. We all know the doctors had to butcher it when you were seven years old because it was all diseased, smelly, and rotting away. We all know it’s why you don’t even have to participate in PE class because you are afraid someone will see that nasty ass butchered stump.” Billy fired back with several of the other kids on the bleachers around us giggling knowingly.
It happened about a year before I moved into the area, but everyone in school knew the story including me. When Jimmy was about seven years old he had to have surgery on his penis. He used to have foreskin and always played with it. He would stick it into just about anything all gooey and nasty because it probably felt good, but he never really cleaned himself up down there. Evidently, it all sort of caught up to him and he ended getting a big infection which sort of began to spread eating away at his flesh down there. It wasn’t exactly that flesh eating disease we hear about in the news sometimes, but it was a serious enough infection where they had to do surgery and it left him deformed.
If anyone would know, it was Billy because they’ve been neighbors for years and used to play together. His father and Jimmy’s father were also partners on the police force. The two boys used to be friends when they were little, but it didn’t really last because even back then Jimmy was an asshole and a kind of terror in their neighborhood. Billy was more laid back and kind of a goofy silly kid, but when Jimmy kept trying to bully him it simply spilled over one day.
It all ended in a big fight with both of the six year old boys getting a bloody nose, but Jimmy having two black eyes to boot. Even though Billy had always been way smaller than Jimmy he was a scrapper and beat the snot out of the bigger boy who ran off crying to his mom and dad. As a matter of fact it was Billy who suggested I beat the snot out of Jimmy when the other boy was incessantly teasing me, pointing out the bigger boy was nothing but a blubbering baby. How right he had been.
While this was going on over by the bleachers, Sienna pulled me off to the side and placed her hands on my hips affectionately so we were facing each other smiling sweetly. “Why do you let him do that?” She asked with me squirreling up my face not knowing what she was talking about, her sweet demeanor belying her gentle rebuke.
“Do what?” I asked perplexed.
“Marty, the way he hugs and kisses you. It’s embarrassing.” She added making me furl my eyebrows taken a bit aback by her lack of sympathy.
After all it isn’t as if she didn’t know what was going on. I mean everyone in school knew somewhat of Marty’s situation, and those who have met him also understood the sort of innocent quality about him. It wasn’t as if the smaller boy knew hugging and kissing another boy on the cheek in public just wasn’t done. Sienna understood this, or so I thought, and most everyone else in our school did too.
“Geeze Sienna, give it a rest already. He didn’t do anything wrong, and to be honest I don’t care what you or the others think about it. All things considered with what he’s had to go through I’m just glad he can show any kind of affection towards another human being. I’d be a fucking mess compared to him and I’ve got a better idea of what he’s had to go through than most.” I pointed out recalling my own small yet insignificant incident compared to Marty’s from several years back in regards to isolation and torture.
“I like Marty and he’s my friend. I’ll never reject the way he shows how he cares about me.” I replied a bit coolly untangling myself from her, and to emphasize my point, walked back over to the smaller boy wrapping an arm around his shoulder.
The smaller boy had been focused on the exchange between Billy and Jimmy, but beamed at me when he felt my warm embrace and I smiled back drawing him in sideways closer to me by giving him a quick hug. He had been coming down to the field after school to watch me participate in my track and field practice sessions and sometimes other kids from school would also watch how the practice sessions were going. Jimmy never did that, but I suspected he must have heard I was being held in the locker room for cleaning duty. I was fairly sure he had taken the opportunity to come down and harass Marty since I wasn’t going to be there to deflect his taunting. I don’t think he had counted on my friend Billy butting in though, which I thought was pretty cool of my friend to look out for Marty while I wasn’t around.
Marty mostly kept to himself, still kind of shy about things, and although some kids were curious about him they left the boy alone for the most part. Some had tried to strike up a conversation with him, but immediately got the sense he wasn’t comfortable around other people. He was better at it when I was around because I could be buffer for him.
Glancing up I noticed Jimmy storming off totally humiliated by what Billy had done bringing up that sore topic about his deformed pecker. I didn’t actually know if it was true since I’ve never seen it before, but evidently Billy and some of the other kids had at some point or other. Smiling I shook my head because Billy reminded me a lot of Luke. After chatting with my friend for a few moments and saying my goodbye’s to Sienna with her sulking a bit because of how I had ignored her, Marty and I finally called it a day and made our way back home.
It was only Wednesday of the second week back, yet the long haired boy was now chatty as a guy could get having literally sponged up many of the different hand signs necessary to carry on a decent conversation. It literally surprised me how much he seemed to have transitioned in such a short period of time. It wasn’t just the signing, but other things as well, almost like he was waking up from a long sleep. The entire walk home he would point out some of the most mundane things I had taken granted for years, but it made me look at it in a different way now. He was just too cute the way he opened up to me. Around others he was still very shy, and I got the sense it would probably always stay this way to some extent no matter how much he managed to crawl out of his shy shell, but when the two of us were alone it was like he simply couldn’t contain himself.
Closing the front door behind me and kicking off my shoes next to Marty’s recently discarded ones, I watched the smaller boy bounding up the stairs effortlessly in his socks and disappear into the hallway. He had homework to do, and he was always eager to tackle it first thing after getting home. I on the other hand preferred to unwind a bit so followed him upstairs and tossed my book bag onto my bed before plunking down into the chair in front of my computer pushing the button to start it up.
With the sun shinning, and it starting to heat up outside because summer was fast approaching, my bedroom was already getting warm in the afternoons. This year was strange with how quickly the weather changed in our region with the week leading up to Easter being warm, and then it cooling down tremendously while raining over the weekend before once more starting to warm up. My windows facing the afternoon sun didn’t help matters any along with Pop’s not having reset the central air yet, so I peeled off my shirt and tossed it on my bed getting more comfortable in my warm room.
Just then my phone rang so reaching over to my book bag I fished it out and answered. It was Sienna sounding a little concerned about how we had sort of left things so I chatted with her a while smoothing things over before hanging up. I sat there for a couple of moments deep in thought wondering where our relationship was going. I liked her a lot and she was sexy hot, but wasn’t willing to put out either. This much was becoming very clear. Of course it shouldn’t really matter at our age, but somehow it sort of did anyway. I mean any more these days I was horny as all fuck, all the time, with my thoughts now flittering over towards Joey and our wonderful moment together. It had probably been the single most fuck-tabular moment in my young life, and something I’d never forget treasuring it fondly and forever more.
Looking at my phone I hooked it up to my computer and downloaded the pictures and videos I had taken of Joey today. I smiled at a picture of him covered from head to toe in chalk and when I flipped them to the ones of him completely naked I got hard as a rock. My body began to tremble and I couldn’t take it anymore so unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down around my ankles along with my underwear before leaning back into the chair. Looking down at myself I still couldn’t believe how much I’ve changed in the last few months. My thick four and a half inch erection pulsed expectantly and I figured it was probably about as big around like a roll of silver dollars. My small patch of pubes glistened from my perspiration while my ball sack snuggled up against my thighs and butt cheeks. I fingered my testicles noting how the left oval shaped nugget still sagged down lower than the right one.
Glancing back at the computer screen I flipped it over to the video of Joey sprawled out on the bench with his legs spread open and his cute little hard penis pointing upwards up against his bare porcelain white pubic mound. I set it on the loop setting so it would play over and over again. Joey’s privates were smaller than mine, but still sexy hot as ever looking just right on him in my opinion. Reaching down between my legs I wrapped my fingers around my thick tube steak slowly pumping them up and down along my length.
My fingers barely connected around my thick cylinder, a reminder of how thick my penis had gotten in the last couple of months. I felt the familiar surge inside of my heavy walnut sized testicles so had to slow down and stop for a second wanting to savor the moment while I stared at Joey’s naked spread out body. I couldn’t believe how I was jonesin after another boy like this, but I didn’t want to hold back anymore simply wanting to get enjoyment out of pleasuring myself whether it was with another girl or boy.
Now that I had settled down again I began to once more masturbate my sensitive horn focusing on my nozzle giving it a bit more pressure by constricting my fingers around the tip of it. I could feel the circular like ridge, which stuck out slightly wider than the thickness of my shaft making me shiver with excitement. I’ve become more aware about myself down below, between my legs, enjoying the youthful budding sexuality of a boy in transition between innocence and carnal knowledge. I wasn’t ashamed about becoming a sexual being and was actually looking forward to my full transition and the day I can truly claim I was no longer a virgin. I wanted to have sex; I craved it, needed it actually, as I slowly began to masturbate myself enjoying the way it felt. I always enjoyed the way it felt and always would. This was indelibly imprinted in my psyche forever more; ever since the first time I felt the sexual rush of endorphins build up inside of me before exploding in that euphoric orgasmic upheaval.
Once more I felt the familiar surge I experienced the first time not all too long ago when I thought about it, but I wanted it to last longer than the typical ten seconds. Most of my friends claimed it took them like ten or fifteen minutes to bust a nut. Of course I knew that was the typical bullshit claim most boys tend to brag on about, but still lasting all of ten seconds seemed kind of quick to me so I began focusing on trying to make it last longer. My gaze flickered back to the naked footage of Joey all sprawled out with his legs spread open and I just about spilled my nut all over the place with my testicles leaping upwards momentarily and my hard rubbery erection pulsing. I felt a small amount of oozing spilling over on to the back of my tightly fisted hand which had once more stopped pumping while I gasped and tried to stave off my impending orgasm. It took some effort, but somehow I managed to hold off.
Panting I winced when I tried again because I had become sensitive down there now. Looking down at myself I raised my feet planting them on the edge of the seat and spread apart my knees focusing on my hard peg. The damn thing was swollen thicker than I’ve ever seen it before. The tip was a dark purplish plum color while my normally pinkish brown shaft had a bright crimson hue now. My dark brown ball-sack, which used to be firm a few months back hugging my body in a tightly rounded package, now sagged obscenely soft and pliable between my spread open legs. Using my left hand I reached down cupping the fleshiness of it in my palm. The elastic skin spilled over the side and felt heavy as I now gave my swollen testicles a slight squeeze while extending out a finger tickling that seam which stretched from the bottom of my ball sack to the pink pucker of my grommet. I quivered at the sensuous feeling it created and once more began to slowly stroke the swollen Choad in my right fist.
To my surprise I realized I had been at it now for couple of long minutes, but by the way I was oozing and all slicked up knew it simply couldn’t last much longer. Focusing my gaze back on to the image of Joey’s naked body my mind began to race recalling the moments leading up to my spectacular orgasm in the shower with the sexy hot dark brown haired boy. I recalled how his little hard peg felt in my fingers along with his warm elastic hacky sack, and how the boy had suddenly stiffened in the grips of his orgasm while I spilled my own seed inside the crease of his smooth rounded cushiony dimpled apples.
That was all it took with my legs suddenly shooting outwards and both feet twitching while my toes curled tightly. My body stiffened up and I tore my gaze away from Joey’s image glancing down just in time to see my hard four and a half inch long pistol recoil while my plum colored nozzle flared open and spit out its liquid pellets. It happened so fast that I didn’t even see where the first splattering of white goopy semen went until I felt it splash warmly along my cheek making me flinch in surprise.
My penis pulsed again right after the first one and shot another string of goopy white molten lava, this time my eyes following its trajectory as it splattered against my chest. The stuff felt warm and slimy on my skin as it began to run downwards towards my stomach with another pulse ejecting a third small stream which didn’t travel far this time around, managing to coat my small patch of pubes. With each convulsive pulse of my bulky erection, my testicles leaped upwards in powerful contractions forcing my boy smoothie out through my thick piping and into the open elements of life itself.
After the first three initial pulses I lost count with my body propelled into the typical pubescent writhing and grunting orgasmic orbit while slumped backwards in my chair. My legs had flicked outwards and I felt them twitching around in the air with each spastic contraction before finally settling back on the floor slackly while my body continued to convulse. It was by far my longest jacking session to date, which all came crashing to a halt when from the corner of my eyes I saw Marty standing in my doorway watching me curiously.
“What the…,” I gasped in shock my high crumbling in an instant as I tried to recuperate and hide my shame by using my hands to cover up. “GET THE FUCK OUT!” I barked; immediately regretting my words, but unable to take it back tried to keep my privates covered with one hand while reaching down with the other one to tug at my sky blue colored boxer briefs and jeans so I could cover my shameful deed and nakedness.
The long haired boy’s face immediately crumpled and he bolted down the hallway towards his own room with the sound of his door closing firmly shut while I struggled unsuccessfully to get covered up. “Fuck,” I hissed stopping my effort because it was already too late as I looked down at myself noticing the goopy mess of my wicked deed all over my torso and privates.
Exhaling noisily and grumbling I reached over for my shirt and quickly wiped away the mess before dropping it to the floor. Reaching back down I managed to pull up my underwear and pants now that I wasn’t in a rush, tucking everything away before turning my attention back to the computer monitor. At least Marty hadn’t seen the naked video of Joey on the screen since it was angled away from the open doorway. I definitely wouldn’t know how to explain that away. Closing out the folder, I turned off the computer letting it shut down on its own while I made my way over to Marty’s room.
Tapping lightly on the closed door I waited patiently, but there was no response with him moving around to open up so knocked again. “Marty, please I didn’t mean it.” I told him through the barrier. “I’m going to open your door.” I added pausing for a second before opening it up a crack.
The boy was lying face down on the bed with his head buried in the pillow. He was wearing a light blue colored short sleeved tee shirt and blue colored plaid cottony shorts, the kind with a gummy waistband and no zipper. When we got home he must have gone into his room and gotten changed into something more comfortable. I had assumed he was going to start in on his homework, and looking around I suppose he had because I saw an open book sitting on his desk. More than likely the noises I was making in my room while jacking off had caught his attention so he came looking to see what I was up to.
Sighing I stepped inside and took a seat next to him placing my hand on his shoulder feeling it shake. Even though there wasn’t any sound I could tell he was crying and it broke my heart.
“Oh Marty I’m such an idiot. Please don’t cry. It’s not your fault since I didn’t have my door closed. It’s just I’m so used to being alone when I…um…well when I do something private like that.” I sighed shaking my head wondering how much of this he could really understand.
Over the last week and a half while we’ve been cuddled up together under the covers in my bed we had talked about a lot of things. A huge chunk of time was spent telling him about puberty and some of the things he will have to expect here real soon when his own body began to go through some changes. Oddly enough, talking about sex with Marty really hadn’t been difficult or embarrassing, but how does a guy explain these things to a boy in a few nights what took many of us most of our young lives to experience and relate to. I began to realize how much I had taken for granted because even though it was easy to talk about with the long haired boy, I could also tell a lot of it he simply couldn’t relate to or understand completely.
“Listen, I really am sorry Marty, but you just caught me by surprise is all. Remember how I told you that as boys get older we begin to do things that are kind of private. Sometimes it is doing something alone that makes us feel good, and sometimes it is with someone else like a man and woman together. Well, you sort of caught me doing something like that while I was alone, which should have been a private thing. It wasn’t your fault because I really should have closed the door to make sure is all. It’s not a bad thing I was doing, just something boys tend to do alone and not really talk about all that much with anyone else since it is kind of an embarrassing thing for others to know.” I tried to explain hoping that the conversations we’ve been having might fill in some of the other unsaid things.
At least he had stopped crying so I stretched out next to him and draped my arm across his back pulling him closer to me. Marty automatically shifted rolling on his side facing away from me so we could spoon together. Pulling him closer I held him affectionately in my arms and settled my face along his damp cheeks with both of us falling silent and in our own thoughts. I could tell he wasn’t upset about me yelling at him anymore so I began to wonder if maybe he had a little idea of what I was talking about. Normally I’d still be humiliated, but for some reason Marty catching me right in the middle of masturbating and an orgasm didn’t seem to bother me in the slightest. Somehow it was totally different with him than it would be with others.
Sighing I lifted my head and kissed his cheek. It’s been such a short period of time since fate put the two of us together, but already I could tell we had a connection which would never change. I had feelings for him that transcended those I felt with just him being a friend. I loved him, but not in the way I would think of as being a couple or even family. Even though I had enjoyed our brief sexual encounter together I knew for me it wasn’t about sex between the two of us. Not that I would mind if things went further, but the feelings I had for him weren’t about sex. It was something sort of somewhere in-between all of those things I suppose. There was no denying there was a sort of closeness which had formed between the two of us that was very unique. He was like a long lost brother, friend, lover, cousin, and family all rolled up into one.
Even though I wasn’t exactly sure how he fit into my life, or the way I should regard him, the one thing I was sure of is that I loved him. Deep down he’d always hold a place in my heart in one way or another. This would never change no matter what, I thought to myself as I inhaled softly with Marty’s scent imprinting even further into my senses. I’d know him anywhere these days just by the way he smelled or felt in my arms all snuggled up. It was somehow comforting to know we had this sort of connection with one another. Closing my eyes I savored this moment of closeness with the other boy.
Giving the long haired boy a gentle hug I shook my head feeling bad at how I had yelled at him earlier. “I’m such a dork and can be a boob sometimes, Marty.” I exhaled softly feeling the boy rolling over to face me with a questioning look on his features making me chuckle and reach out to stroke his cheek affectionately. “It’s sort of a different way to say I can be an idiot that’s both a tad nicer yet also in a way kind of more intense.” I sighed with him sitting up and bending one leg on top of the mattress before sliding the other one over the edge facing me while I did the same.
He began signing which was a combination of actual word signs and using the alphabet. It amazed me just how much he had picked up in such a short period of time. I mean it was only a little over a week and he already knew all the basic words. It was just the more intricate ones or the words not used as often in sentences which he didn’t know yet. Even the therapist was amazed at how many signs he had picked up already saying once he saw it the boy had it memorized. It made me wonder if Marty actually did have a photographic memory even though the specialist had assured us that it wasn’t despite the younger boy’s ability to pick up visual stimulus so quickly. Whatever it was all I knew is the smaller boy had literally memorized the alphabet in one day and memorized each sign by seeing it only once. The only real difficulty for Marty was getting the hand positioning and fingering absolutely correct since that took practice because this aspect of it had more to do with hand coordination and repetitive memory.
“If what you were doing isn’t wrong then why did you get mad?” He asked by signing and spelling out some words.
Of course that wasn’t exactly how his question came out, but I was able to put it together in my mind this way. “I told you already Marty. I mean, it’s just something boys do in private. Most boys our age do it, but it isn’t something we really talk about with other people. Not because it is wrong or bad, but because it is a very private thing. I know it is kind of difficult to understand and you are right. If it isn’t bad or wrong then it shouldn’t be an issue, but some things are meant to be done in private Marty. It is like Pops and I try to give you space to be alone in your room without having to worry about someone barging in on you. It just feels nice to know you can have some time alone.” I tried to explain with him listening intently because we’ve been talking about a lot of stuff lately and it was difficult for him to grasp some of these things I and many others take for granted.
“So, what you did made you feel good?” He asked with me blushing because hell yeah it made me feel good, but it wasn’t something I ever talked about with anyone, not even Pops.
Sure, we’ve talked about it in general terms, but not specifically. “Yeah, it felt really good Marty.” I chuckled nervously looking away and blushing about it.
He tapped me on the shoulder so I turned my attention back to him. “How does it feel to touch your thingy when it is hard?” He asked another embarrassing question which I would have ignored were it anyone else, but somehow I knew this was important because he was really beginning to open up about a lot of things.
“It’s kind of difficult to describe Marty. I guess sort of like how it felt for you in the hospital…you know…in bed…when the two of us…um…you know…rubbed them together. I’m sure you had an orgasm too.” I paused to make sure he understood what I meant by orgasm since we’ve talked about it. The smaller boy appeared to recognize the word so I continued. “Anyway, at least it seemed like you had one…you know…orgasm. That sort of tingling sensation you get all inside of you until you think you are going to explode and pee all over yourself.” I pointed out seeing him get pale and look away making me frown because it wasn’t the reaction I expected.
We both fell silent for a second while I tried to wrap my mind around his reaction wondering what that was all about. “Um…so…like…you did feel it too?” I asked. “You know when we…uh…when our hard thingies rubbed together. You did have an orgasm didn’t you?” I asked with the long haired boy not responding at first and then slowly turning towards me with his eyes welling up perplexing me to no end as he nodded shyly.
Reaching out I wrapped my arm around his shoulder trying to comfort him. “Oh Marty don’t feel bad about it. I mean I hadn’t expected it either and it was just something that sort of happened. Remember, I told you when we get to a certain age things happen we don’t have any control over.” I tried to make him feel better, but he continued to cry, and I was still wondering why when another thought occurred to me. “That wasn’t your first time, was it? I mean, getting those tingling feelings. It’s happened before?” I wondered out loud with him not saying anything for a few seconds, but then nodding his head, which now began to worry me because maybe Pops had been wrong about him not being sexually abused.
I wasn’t sure how to respond to this latest development. There were so many questions now, but also reservations because if his physical abuse was any indications of how bad it was, then I couldn’t even begin to imagine what kind of sexual abuse he had gone through as well. It was all confusing though because he didn’t act like he had been sexually assaulted or anything just because of how innocent he was about everything dealing with sex and the interactions, but something was certainly off.
“Marty did…did that man and woman touch you down there, you know your thingy and make you do things, or maybe they did things with you?” I asked with the long haired boy suddenly stiffening up and staring at me all wide eyed before shaking his head. “I don’t understand…what then? I mean, when I talk to you about getting those wonderful feelings you get really pale as if you’re scared about something. Marty, you can trust me. Please tell me what happened?” I sincerely begged, my own eyes welling up because something was obviously upsetting him to the point where he was terrified.
Big tears began to well up in Marty’s sad green eyes when he gazed at me intently shaking his head. “Please Latham,” he signed shaking his head, “No,” he finished half heartedly turning his head away from me and not signing anymore.
I fell silent too allowing the boy to settle down, but I wasn’t going to let this go. It was too important, and I wasn’t sure when I’d get this opportunity again. I had wanted to talk to him about it now for a while, but the time never felt right. Now that it had come up, I thought I needed to press him on it. I wasn’t going to push too hard, but I wasn’t just going to let it slide either.
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End of Chapter Eleven: Boys, Puberty, & Sex
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EXCERPT FROM RISKY BEHAVIOR
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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BOYS, PUBERTY, & SEX
Even though I’ve already seen him naked, this time was a little different because he was literally standing right in front of me. My fingers trembled, I couldn’t help it because I was literally inches away from his most intimate and private part of his body. His skin was silky smooth like fine chinaware and I could see those slender blue lines just beneath his thin almost translucent membrane; like the watery channels of the Netherlands meandering across the blank slate of his pubic mound. It was pretty much hairless, but being this close I could just make out some very slender light colored little filaments. The same light dusting of lucent hair you would sometimes see on younger kids’ arms. They were very fine, less than one tenth of an inch long, and hardly detectable along his silky smooth skin.
A couple of years back I noticed them on me as well, but wasn’t curious about it until about a year ago so had looked it up. I found out they weren’t pubic hairs at all like I had hoped, but rather what was referred to as vellus hair. These filaments were a type of fine, short, light-colored or translucent, and non-pigmented human hair which develop from childhood and are found on most areas of the body. Vellus hairs were basically the technical term for what most of us would usually refer to as peach fuzz, similar to those fine hairs I’ve noticed on some of my classmates’ upper lip. Once real pubes begin to grow in the vellus hairs tend to be covered over.
Sticking outwards from his smooth slate was Joey’s completely soft spent penis about as thick around like my thumb. His little bullet shaped nozzle took up most of his size and I could barely see his shaft. At first glance it looked smooth, but now that I had a better look I could see a little roll of skin around the base of his shaft, which probably smoothed out when it elongated. His glans were no longer such a deep plum color like it had been when I was piddling his pud, but rather more of a pinkish color now with just a hint of purplish hues. From what I could tell his short shaft had pinked up and was no longer a bright red color.
Just beneath the boy’s small bean sprout sticking outwards from his body was his small brownish pink soft patch of bunched up leathery skin. Unlike Marty’s tightly balled up ping pong ball, Joey’s crinkly racquetball of loose skinned budgie hung down slightly into empty air between his legs weighted down by two oval shaped little cherry sized lumps of sugar cubes. All along the surface of his soft looking hacky sac were very small crease like wrinkles, and the way they swayed freely between his legs despite being kind of small looked way cool in my opinion.
The clean scented soap he used while showering wafted towards my nose along with a boyish kind of musky odor making me quiver and swallow. “B-beautiful,” I croaked in a husky voice with Joey frowning and looking down at himself his cheeks turning crimson yet again with the shy part of his nature once more seemingly coming into play.
The kid was turning colors more often than a disco ball at a school dance. “Huh?” He asked with it being my turn to blush now because I hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
Clearing my husky throat I continued. “Um…I…anyway…,” I paused before exhaling and sighing shaking my head. “Listen Joey, you look really nice down there. I mean you’re not small or anything…just…uh…pretty typical for a boy your age. I’d say it’s probably about the same size mine was just six months ago.” I admitted my eyes once more staring at his soft penis which stuck straight outwards from his body about two and a quarter inches and just above his relaxed slightly wrinkled avocado shaped boy bag.
Glancing up our eyes locked for a moment with Joey flushing shyly, before mine dropped back down to his nakedness. I was drawn to it like a kid in a candy and toy store all rolled into one. I wanted to reach out so I could hold it, stroke it, play with it, and even lick it making me wonder where the heck that notion came from.
“B-but you’re so big.” Joey’s voice cut through my mind bringing me back.
“Huh?” I asked trying to put together what he just said with it suddenly clicking making me smile and shrug my shoulders. “Oh…um…well, not really…maybe.” I got a bit tongue-tied due to the strange nature of our conversation, but I could tell he really wanted and needed to have it. “I mean, mine just sort of got bigger here in the last couple months because of…uh…you know puberty and all. Don’t worry yours will start to change here soon enough.” I nodded noting there really wasn’t much difference between his and mine six months ago.
My penis might have been a tad longer, but not much. Back then my ball sack was kind of like a tight ball on me though, and I could tell his was a little baggier than mine was at the time. Just like him I also had the same kind of light dusting translucent like short hairs six months ago, so yeah, overall pretty much the same like Joey with only slight variations.
The wiry boy shifted slightly with his boyish earthy kind of scent drifting into my nose attracting my attention as I once more stared at his penis and testicles. Being this close sent those churning and fluttery kinds of butterfly feelings inside of my stomach and I could feel my erection pressing up against my jeans.
“You really think mine will get as big as yours. I mean I can’t believe yours wasn’t that thick back then.” He admitted with me smiling recalling just how small I was not all that long ago and how one or two months could create such a big difference.
“Um…yeah sure, maybe bigger, maybe a little smaller.” I shrugged knowing no one could be sure about such things. “You won’t really know until it happens.” I sighed staring at his treasure chest with such yearning. “Besides, there are still guys in our class who don’t have any pubes yet that are older than you and a couple who are even smaller than yours. Believe me Joey; you really don’t have anything to be embarrassed about.” I moaned softly staring at his beautiful nakedness with my mind almost zoning out like I would do sometimes, but with this feeling different in many ways.
“Really-eeeak,” He yipped with his voice squeaking and his body slamming backwards into the lockers forcing them to rattle around noisily.
“Oh…oh…shit,” his voice bleated several octaves higher than usual with his body once more banging against the locker.
I felt Joey’s small penis lurch in my mouth when he slammed into the locker with his testicles knocking against my chin followed closely by a second jolt of surprise on his part. At first I didn’t realize I had leaned in and slurped up his small soft fleshy stub between my lips. When it jolted the first time it immediately inflated, the sensation of it going from soft to hard inside my maw becoming something sumptuously sultry in nature. To my surprise it didn’t really taste like much of anything other than it sort of complimenting his earthy boy scent which now assaulted my senses at the same time. There was that sort of clean like taste about it since we had just come out of the showers, then I tasted something else just under the surface of the other flavor when it twitched and jerked for the second time. My penis jolted as well inside of my jeans and for a second I thought maybe I had busted my nut because the feeling was intense in an overwhelmingly seductively sultry kind of way.
There was a sense of relief when I realized the wet like sensation I felt between my legs was only a bit of oozing pre-cum, where with Joey it didn’t taste like he was leaking jizz or anything. I’ve tried my own spunk recently and what I tasted now was a bit different. It made me wonder if perhaps when I caught him by surprise, and his penis contracted, if he had leaked a bit of piss. The thought made me cringe, but it was a very subtle kind of taste, and since it was mingled together with his other essences wasn’t anything bad.
His moans brought me back to the moment and I began to slurp on his sweltering and extremely hard just shy of three inch long boy grizzle about the thickness of my thumb. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever figured on giving another boy a blow job and to my surprise I was really getting into it. With my right hand resting on his hip I used the left one to massage the boy’s malleable soft membrane. His little hacky sack yielded easily to my probing fingers with his testicles squirming around inside its protective sheathing. My head began bobbing up and down in swift motions and he jerked when my teeth accidentally scraped against his sleek nozzle. I couldn’t help it because his erection was very stiff and pointing straight up making it difficult for me to control.
Not wanting to scrape his sensitive Dill again, I grabbed the base of his shaft with the thumb and finger of my right hand forcing it outwards at a better angle. Without missing a beat I continued to polish his knob feeling his penis writhe around in my mouth like some wild snake in the tropics while his body twisted around like a contortionist. I could tell the forced angle of his erection made it slightly uncomfortable for him, but in exchange I was providing him wondrous salacious feelings all up and down his sleek boy pickle which overrode any small discomforts.
“Latham…I…I…grrrrrrph,” He grunted before suddenly grabbing the back of my head where he promptly began thrusting his hips into my face trying to bury his short spike with each forward lunge as deeply into the back of my throat that was humanly possible.
It was instinct which took over for him as he began to face fuck me like a rabbit in heat, determined to eek out a second orgasmic eclipse of the day. His thrusts were quick short little bursts of plunges and I reciprocated by suctioning his little spigot with my lips massaging it along the length of my tongue as I now began swirling it around his swollen crown. I was moaning and he was making little squeaky cheeping noises. I kept slurping and flicked the tip of my tongue around the ridge of his valve running it up along the small opening at the tip and wiggled it around.
“Eeeak,” he chirruped with his hard nail suddenly lurching and his testicles contracting upwards while my lips continued to massage the length of his shaft when it pulsed.
It was strange feeling the preliminary muted fluttering pulse from his youthful sprig palpitate in my mouth. It was deceptive in nature because I was used to my own going off all at once as if trying to expel everything in one fell swoop. If the incident of Joey in the shower was any indication I knew more powerful bursts were soon to follow so I kept slurping on his straw like a hooker inhaling cocaine.
A split second or two later I was rewarded with several successive powerful pulses in my mouth while Joey’s body stiffened up when the apex of his orgasm slammed into his small frame. The force of the climax sent him rocking backwards into the lockers with the doors once more rattling on their hinges. His steamy hot nail writhing around in my mouth felt wickedly erotic, but it was completely dry with him roughly grabbing a hold of my hair while thrusting forward trying to bury it even further into my mouth. Thank goodness his erection hadn’t fully matured yet or I might have choked with how rough he had gotten with his thrusting groin.
“Eeehe, eeeeeeey, uuuuumph, eeeak,” the smaller boy screeched letting me know he was in the grips of his orgasm.
The way he experienced an orgasm was kind of wicked, because this was the second time his hard nail had pulsed once followed by several more powerful pulses a second or two later which happened in rapid successions. When I busted a nut my penis simply had spastic pulses one right after the other expelling as much of my goopy milky yogurt as possible in one fell swoop. With Joey it was as if his little canon would give a warning shot off the bow before pounding away in rapid fire successive kinds of volleys trying to sink anything in its path like a mock Navy drill shooting off blanks.
It was a dry cum, leaving me a bit disappointed because I was kind of wondering what he would taste like. I still didn’t know if he was able to squirt or not, and even though this one was dry it didn’t mean he wasn’t ejaculating since he had just busted a nut not five minutes earlier. The first time around in the shower I hadn’t been sure either since we were being pelted with water. At this stage in his development it could be he was only eeking out a small little dollop, which is how I was at his age. If that were the case it would have been difficult to know if he had cum earlier. If he had, it would have probably left his fuel tanks empty for this second round of orgasmic explosions.
With one final heave and thrust, his body convulsed and then went slack with his penis softening up in my mouth and slipping out as it shriveled up towards his blank pubic mound like a burglar slinking away under the cover of darkness. Even this was kind of sexy hot, feeling the fleshy softness of his penis slipping past my lips. It was all withered up tightly now against his bare skin, receding inside the boy protectively with nothing but a small part of his helmet showing at the moment just like a turtle retreating back inside its shell. Joey slumped forward and I lowered him to the bench letting him lie down on his back with his left foot on the raised surface and his right leg hanging over the edge. His left knee was bent, angling outwards up against the back wall effectively sprawling him open and exposing his sexy hot nakedness to anyone who wanted to look.
My eyes gazed down at his sprawled figure noticing how his small purse was sagging between his legs nestling smugly along the underside of his butt cheeks. Slowly, like a turtle coming out of hiding, his limp noodle began to extend and draw outwards from its protective confinement. His soft worm now pointed outwards from his body in a more normal position for him as I gathered up my book bag and stood up.
The poor kid was trying to recuperate from his second orgasm within mere minutes, his chest rising and lowering with each gasping intake of breathe. His eyes remained closed, the countenance of his features revealing the calm and serene nature of the younger boy. It was too good to pass up because he was so beautiful at the moment, so I dug out my phone and snapped several pictures of him all sprawled out on the bench. I even took a couple of really close up shots figuring I could use them later when I jacked off in the privacy of my room tonight. Since he still wasn’t moving I switched over to the video mode and shot some footage as an afterthought. In a way this was very naughty and wicked on my part, not to mention kind of wrong, but it wasn’t as if I was going to put them out on the internet or anything. This was just something private for me to remember this special moment and of course to help stimulate me when jacking off.
Finishing up I began to turn and leave when I noticed his breathing had evened out. It was almost as if he had fallen asleep. Not wanting to take a chance of him being found like this by the janitor, I sat down by his left foot and reached out between his outward sprawled legs running my hand gently on his firm stomach. I had been tempted to fondle him again, but it was probably too soon and he would be way sensitive down there right now, not to mention a bit put off for a third go so soon.
“Hey Joey wake up buddy. It’s not a good idea to fall asleep right now.” I chuckled with the wiry boy squinting at me with a small smile forming on his lips.
“Yeah,” He agreed exhaling softly.
My eyes gazed downwards between his legs and I sighed longingly with my hands automatically traveling towards his treasure chest, but not touching his sensitive areas stopping just shy of it. I ran my fingers along the smoothness of his bare pubic mound tracing the spider web like patterns of blue veins just below his pale skin. “Damn, you really are sexy hot Joey and shouldn’t be embarrassed about taking a shower with the rest of us.” I prompted with him moaning softly.
“P-please, no more Latham. I…I don’t think I can do this for a third time, not so soon.” He pleaded with his soft penis twitching slightly because I was very close to it.
Smiling playfully I let my hand dip down resting them on top of his small bulge feeling the younger boy flinch with his face scrunching up. Even though I didn’t apply any pressure; instead, only moving my fingers over his playpen lightly, his body still stiffened up slightly. He began to moan and whine with his penis immediately stiffening up despite his recent climax. I could tell how getting hard so soon after his second orgasm was uncomfortable for him and probably a bit achy as well.
“P-please,” he begged moaning in pain while I grinned naughtily.
“I’ll stop, but only if you promise to shower with the rest of us tomorrow.” I blackmailed him and when he didn’t respond right away I let my fingers contract ever so slightly feeling his body jerk.
He let out a squeak, “I promise…I promise…anything…just…just don’t…no more…not now.” He begged making me smile in satisfaction and releasing him.
Joey sighed in relief while I got up and smiled at his rock hard erection and small sagging ball bag. Once again this was too good to pass up and I fished out my phone taking some video footage before switching over and snapping a few pictures of him sprawled out in all his hard glory. I had just zoomed in getting a nice close-up shot when Joey opened his eyes squinting. At first he didn’t realize what I was doing when I snapped off a second picture and then a third with his erection and ball sack filling up the entire screen on my phone.
Suddenly his eyes flared open in stunned shock and his hands immediately covered up his pride and joy trying to hide away the embarrassment of his exposure, but it was already too late with me tucking away my phone. I gave him a big grin and wink before turning and making my way down the aisle.
“Hey wait, did you just…hey why’d you take pictures?” He asked defensively groaning when he sat up and still a bit wobbly from his experience.
“Just for insurance to make sure you go through with your promise to take a shower with the rest of us tomorrow. If you don’t, well I’ll just have to show the guys why you are so shy.” I teased turning my head and sticking my tongue out at him reaching the end of the aisle and tucking around the corner.
“Hey…,” I heard him hollering in protest. “Y-you aren’t really going to do that?” He asked as I made my way for the exit. “Latham?” I heard him yell out in protest. “You really won’t…will you?” I heard his voice echoing off the walls.
“Well we will just have to see won’t we?” I began laughing hearing him chuckling as well because he pretty much knew I wouldn’t really do something like that.
“Damn, you really are a fucking twat.” He bellowed out in-between his laughter. “Geeze, I can’t believe I let you get away with that one. I’m keeping an eye on you Latham.” He retorted with me still chuckling as I exited the locker room.
Exiting the school and heading down towards the practice field it felt like I was on cloud nine. The sun was shining with spring in full swing and summer knocking on the door. I just sort of had my first real sexual experience, even if it was with another boy, the encounter with Luke and Marty not really counting in my mind. I couldn’t help feeling all giddy and completely happy about what just happened in the locker room with Joey. I suppose it was something I had wanted anyway. Not even seeing my girlfriend, Sienna, approaching me deterred the warm fluttery sensation I was feeling regarding my sexual tryst with Joey. I paused for a moment when she traipsed up wrapping her arm around me and openly planting a kiss on my lips. It was as if she was showing off and publicly flaunting the fact we were girlfriend and boyfriend.
After I got back from Spring break, and with all the media coverage, she had changed a little, almost as if she was enjoying all of the extra attention. I didn’t much care for the extra interest and my close friends knew that so left me alone about it for the most part. With Sienna though, I could tell she was enjoying it more than me. It really wasn’t over the top or anything on her part, but just in many of the little things she did. We had always liked one another, and at the beginning of the school year had gravitated towards each other becoming an item, but as time went on I got the sense it really wasn’t in that special kind of way. I could feel the two of us had a mutual kind of affection towards each other, but for me there was something missing; the sort of thing that made it special.
She did turn me on because I thought she was very sexy with her small perky breasts and feminine like curves. When we kissed and cuddled I’d get those sexual tingling kinds of sensations, but it was like the two of us simply couldn’t commit. Sure we were still very young so sex wasn’t automatically something necessary in a relationship that’s age appropriate for us, but there was something all wrapped up with it where I was beginning to realize no matter at what age we’d probably never have that sort of relationship. In many ways we were probably better suited to simply be very good friends. Still, I felt something deeper than friendship with her, but now I was beginning to realize it wasn’t actually in a boyfriend and girlfriend kind of way.
Wrapping my arm around her waist I led us towards the bleachers where I saw Marty sitting and watching the other kids practicing as if he were trying to study and figure out what was going on. There were so many new things all the time around him and I was sure it was overwhelming for the teen. As I approached I could hear a couple of guys a few bleachers up taunting him, which got my blood boiling. One of the boys, Jimmy, I was very familiar with and when I first moved in with PopPop and Nana had been the butt of his jokes as well.
That was years ago and he stopped when I popped him in the face one day and he went running off with a bloody nose. The guy was nothing more than a bully to this very day, and his dad who was a sergeant in the police department sort of encouraged it in his son. I suspected it was his father who had told him all about me when I first got here and I’m sure he had done the same thing concerning Marty. As a police officer he would have certain information, and the way Jimmy acted it was obvious he had told his son about some of those details as well.
When Marty spotted me he bolted towards me wrapping his arms around my body affectionately in greeting warmly planting a kiss on my cheek. I heard Jimmy sniggering and comment to another boy something about faggots. The other kid in turn simply rolled his eyes not really wanting any part of this now that I had showed up. I was about to say something when one of my friends, Billy, walked over and got into it with the ‘would be’ bully.
“Give it a rest already Jimmy and stop being such a fucking prick all the time. I told you earlier to lay off Marty.” He told the other much bigger boy heatedly.
My friend may have been on the small side, but he was tough as nails and wasn’t one to be trifled with. He was one of the most easy going kinds of guys, a prankster for the most part, but fiercely protective of his friends. Of course being kind of small he was always being teased by those of us who knew him, but it was always in good fun and he seemed to relish that sort of interaction. He had a great sense of humor and someone who could handle a good ribbing, often joking around at his own expense.
“Bunch of fucking faggots.” Jimmy retorted for a second time. “The only reason why you are probably protecting the weirdo is because he’s sucking that little one inch prick of yours, and don’t try denying it either. You’ve probably got the smallest pecker in our school.” The older boy sniggered, but Billy wasn’t even put off by the comment shrugging his shoulders as if to say so what.
“Well at least I’ve got someone who is willing to suck mine off. No one wants to even touch your nasty ass deformed one. No guy or girl ever will because it’s so damn nasty. We all know the doctors had to butcher it when you were seven years old because it was all diseased, smelly, and rotting away. We all know it’s why you don’t even have to participate in PE class because you are afraid someone will see that nasty ass butchered stump.” Billy fired back with several of the other kids on the bleachers around us giggling knowingly.
It happened about a year before I moved into the area, but everyone in school knew the story including me. When Jimmy was about seven years old he had to have surgery on his penis. He used to have foreskin and always played with it. He would stick it into just about anything all gooey and nasty because it probably felt good, but he never really cleaned himself up down there. Evidently, it all sort of caught up to him and he ended getting a big infection which sort of began to spread eating away at his flesh down there. It wasn’t exactly that flesh eating disease we hear about in the news sometimes, but it was a serious enough infection where they had to do surgery and it left him deformed.
If anyone would know, it was Billy because they’ve been neighbors for years and used to play together. His father and Jimmy’s father were also partners on the police force. The two boys used to be friends when they were little, but it didn’t really last because even back then Jimmy was an asshole and a kind of terror in their neighborhood. Billy was more laid back and kind of a goofy silly kid, but when Jimmy kept trying to bully him it simply spilled over one day.
It all ended in a big fight with both of the six year old boys getting a bloody nose, but Jimmy having two black eyes to boot. Even though Billy had always been way smaller than Jimmy he was a scrapper and beat the snot out of the bigger boy who ran off crying to his mom and dad. As a matter of fact it was Billy who suggested I beat the snot out of Jimmy when the other boy was incessantly teasing me, pointing out the bigger boy was nothing but a blubbering baby. How right he had been.
While this was going on over by the bleachers, Sienna pulled me off to the side and placed her hands on my hips affectionately so we were facing each other smiling sweetly. “Why do you let him do that?” She asked with me squirreling up my face not knowing what she was talking about, her sweet demeanor belying her gentle rebuke.
“Do what?” I asked perplexed.
“Marty, the way he hugs and kisses you. It’s embarrassing.” She added making me furl my eyebrows taken a bit aback by her lack of sympathy.
After all it isn’t as if she didn’t know what was going on. I mean everyone in school knew somewhat of Marty’s situation, and those who have met him also understood the sort of innocent quality about him. It wasn’t as if the smaller boy knew hugging and kissing another boy on the cheek in public just wasn’t done. Sienna understood this, or so I thought, and most everyone else in our school did too.
“Geeze Sienna, give it a rest already. He didn’t do anything wrong, and to be honest I don’t care what you or the others think about it. All things considered with what he’s had to go through I’m just glad he can show any kind of affection towards another human being. I’d be a fucking mess compared to him and I’ve got a better idea of what he’s had to go through than most.” I pointed out recalling my own small yet insignificant incident compared to Marty’s from several years back in regards to isolation and torture.
“I like Marty and he’s my friend. I’ll never reject the way he shows how he cares about me.” I replied a bit coolly untangling myself from her, and to emphasize my point, walked back over to the smaller boy wrapping an arm around his shoulder.
The smaller boy had been focused on the exchange between Billy and Jimmy, but beamed at me when he felt my warm embrace and I smiled back drawing him in sideways closer to me by giving him a quick hug. He had been coming down to the field after school to watch me participate in my track and field practice sessions and sometimes other kids from school would also watch how the practice sessions were going. Jimmy never did that, but I suspected he must have heard I was being held in the locker room for cleaning duty. I was fairly sure he had taken the opportunity to come down and harass Marty since I wasn’t going to be there to deflect his taunting. I don’t think he had counted on my friend Billy butting in though, which I thought was pretty cool of my friend to look out for Marty while I wasn’t around.
Marty mostly kept to himself, still kind of shy about things, and although some kids were curious about him they left the boy alone for the most part. Some had tried to strike up a conversation with him, but immediately got the sense he wasn’t comfortable around other people. He was better at it when I was around because I could be buffer for him.
Glancing up I noticed Jimmy storming off totally humiliated by what Billy had done bringing up that sore topic about his deformed pecker. I didn’t actually know if it was true since I’ve never seen it before, but evidently Billy and some of the other kids had at some point or other. Smiling I shook my head because Billy reminded me a lot of Luke. After chatting with my friend for a few moments and saying my goodbye’s to Sienna with her sulking a bit because of how I had ignored her, Marty and I finally called it a day and made our way back home.
It was only Wednesday of the second week back, yet the long haired boy was now chatty as a guy could get having literally sponged up many of the different hand signs necessary to carry on a decent conversation. It literally surprised me how much he seemed to have transitioned in such a short period of time. It wasn’t just the signing, but other things as well, almost like he was waking up from a long sleep. The entire walk home he would point out some of the most mundane things I had taken granted for years, but it made me look at it in a different way now. He was just too cute the way he opened up to me. Around others he was still very shy, and I got the sense it would probably always stay this way to some extent no matter how much he managed to crawl out of his shy shell, but when the two of us were alone it was like he simply couldn’t contain himself.
Closing the front door behind me and kicking off my shoes next to Marty’s recently discarded ones, I watched the smaller boy bounding up the stairs effortlessly in his socks and disappear into the hallway. He had homework to do, and he was always eager to tackle it first thing after getting home. I on the other hand preferred to unwind a bit so followed him upstairs and tossed my book bag onto my bed before plunking down into the chair in front of my computer pushing the button to start it up.
With the sun shinning, and it starting to heat up outside because summer was fast approaching, my bedroom was already getting warm in the afternoons. This year was strange with how quickly the weather changed in our region with the week leading up to Easter being warm, and then it cooling down tremendously while raining over the weekend before once more starting to warm up. My windows facing the afternoon sun didn’t help matters any along with Pop’s not having reset the central air yet, so I peeled off my shirt and tossed it on my bed getting more comfortable in my warm room.
Just then my phone rang so reaching over to my book bag I fished it out and answered. It was Sienna sounding a little concerned about how we had sort of left things so I chatted with her a while smoothing things over before hanging up. I sat there for a couple of moments deep in thought wondering where our relationship was going. I liked her a lot and she was sexy hot, but wasn’t willing to put out either. This much was becoming very clear. Of course it shouldn’t really matter at our age, but somehow it sort of did anyway. I mean any more these days I was horny as all fuck, all the time, with my thoughts now flittering over towards Joey and our wonderful moment together. It had probably been the single most fuck-tabular moment in my young life, and something I’d never forget treasuring it fondly and forever more.
Looking at my phone I hooked it up to my computer and downloaded the pictures and videos I had taken of Joey today. I smiled at a picture of him covered from head to toe in chalk and when I flipped them to the ones of him completely naked I got hard as a rock. My body began to tremble and I couldn’t take it anymore so unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down around my ankles along with my underwear before leaning back into the chair. Looking down at myself I still couldn’t believe how much I’ve changed in the last few months. My thick four and a half inch erection pulsed expectantly and I figured it was probably about as big around like a roll of silver dollars. My small patch of pubes glistened from my perspiration while my ball sack snuggled up against my thighs and butt cheeks. I fingered my testicles noting how the left oval shaped nugget still sagged down lower than the right one.
Glancing back at the computer screen I flipped it over to the video of Joey sprawled out on the bench with his legs spread open and his cute little hard penis pointing upwards up against his bare porcelain white pubic mound. I set it on the loop setting so it would play over and over again. Joey’s privates were smaller than mine, but still sexy hot as ever looking just right on him in my opinion. Reaching down between my legs I wrapped my fingers around my thick tube steak slowly pumping them up and down along my length.
My fingers barely connected around my thick cylinder, a reminder of how thick my penis had gotten in the last couple of months. I felt the familiar surge inside of my heavy walnut sized testicles so had to slow down and stop for a second wanting to savor the moment while I stared at Joey’s naked spread out body. I couldn’t believe how I was jonesin after another boy like this, but I didn’t want to hold back anymore simply wanting to get enjoyment out of pleasuring myself whether it was with another girl or boy.
Now that I had settled down again I began to once more masturbate my sensitive horn focusing on my nozzle giving it a bit more pressure by constricting my fingers around the tip of it. I could feel the circular like ridge, which stuck out slightly wider than the thickness of my shaft making me shiver with excitement. I’ve become more aware about myself down below, between my legs, enjoying the youthful budding sexuality of a boy in transition between innocence and carnal knowledge. I wasn’t ashamed about becoming a sexual being and was actually looking forward to my full transition and the day I can truly claim I was no longer a virgin. I wanted to have sex; I craved it, needed it actually, as I slowly began to masturbate myself enjoying the way it felt. I always enjoyed the way it felt and always would. This was indelibly imprinted in my psyche forever more; ever since the first time I felt the sexual rush of endorphins build up inside of me before exploding in that euphoric orgasmic upheaval.
Once more I felt the familiar surge I experienced the first time not all too long ago when I thought about it, but I wanted it to last longer than the typical ten seconds. Most of my friends claimed it took them like ten or fifteen minutes to bust a nut. Of course I knew that was the typical bullshit claim most boys tend to brag on about, but still lasting all of ten seconds seemed kind of quick to me so I began focusing on trying to make it last longer. My gaze flickered back to the naked footage of Joey all sprawled out with his legs spread open and I just about spilled my nut all over the place with my testicles leaping upwards momentarily and my hard rubbery erection pulsing. I felt a small amount of oozing spilling over on to the back of my tightly fisted hand which had once more stopped pumping while I gasped and tried to stave off my impending orgasm. It took some effort, but somehow I managed to hold off.
Panting I winced when I tried again because I had become sensitive down there now. Looking down at myself I raised my feet planting them on the edge of the seat and spread apart my knees focusing on my hard peg. The damn thing was swollen thicker than I’ve ever seen it before. The tip was a dark purplish plum color while my normally pinkish brown shaft had a bright crimson hue now. My dark brown ball-sack, which used to be firm a few months back hugging my body in a tightly rounded package, now sagged obscenely soft and pliable between my spread open legs. Using my left hand I reached down cupping the fleshiness of it in my palm. The elastic skin spilled over the side and felt heavy as I now gave my swollen testicles a slight squeeze while extending out a finger tickling that seam which stretched from the bottom of my ball sack to the pink pucker of my grommet. I quivered at the sensuous feeling it created and once more began to slowly stroke the swollen Choad in my right fist.
To my surprise I realized I had been at it now for couple of long minutes, but by the way I was oozing and all slicked up knew it simply couldn’t last much longer. Focusing my gaze back on to the image of Joey’s naked body my mind began to race recalling the moments leading up to my spectacular orgasm in the shower with the sexy hot dark brown haired boy. I recalled how his little hard peg felt in my fingers along with his warm elastic hacky sack, and how the boy had suddenly stiffened in the grips of his orgasm while I spilled my own seed inside the crease of his smooth rounded cushiony dimpled apples.
That was all it took with my legs suddenly shooting outwards and both feet twitching while my toes curled tightly. My body stiffened up and I tore my gaze away from Joey’s image glancing down just in time to see my hard four and a half inch long pistol recoil while my plum colored nozzle flared open and spit out its liquid pellets. It happened so fast that I didn’t even see where the first splattering of white goopy semen went until I felt it splash warmly along my cheek making me flinch in surprise.
My penis pulsed again right after the first one and shot another string of goopy white molten lava, this time my eyes following its trajectory as it splattered against my chest. The stuff felt warm and slimy on my skin as it began to run downwards towards my stomach with another pulse ejecting a third small stream which didn’t travel far this time around, managing to coat my small patch of pubes. With each convulsive pulse of my bulky erection, my testicles leaped upwards in powerful contractions forcing my boy smoothie out through my thick piping and into the open elements of life itself.
After the first three initial pulses I lost count with my body propelled into the typical pubescent writhing and grunting orgasmic orbit while slumped backwards in my chair. My legs had flicked outwards and I felt them twitching around in the air with each spastic contraction before finally settling back on the floor slackly while my body continued to convulse. It was by far my longest jacking session to date, which all came crashing to a halt when from the corner of my eyes I saw Marty standing in my doorway watching me curiously.
“What the…,” I gasped in shock my high crumbling in an instant as I tried to recuperate and hide my shame by using my hands to cover up. “GET THE FUCK OUT!” I barked; immediately regretting my words, but unable to take it back tried to keep my privates covered with one hand while reaching down with the other one to tug at my sky blue colored boxer briefs and jeans so I could cover my shameful deed and nakedness.
The long haired boy’s face immediately crumpled and he bolted down the hallway towards his own room with the sound of his door closing firmly shut while I struggled unsuccessfully to get covered up. “Fuck,” I hissed stopping my effort because it was already too late as I looked down at myself noticing the goopy mess of my wicked deed all over my torso and privates.
Exhaling noisily and grumbling I reached over for my shirt and quickly wiped away the mess before dropping it to the floor. Reaching back down I managed to pull up my underwear and pants now that I wasn’t in a rush, tucking everything away before turning my attention back to the computer monitor. At least Marty hadn’t seen the naked video of Joey on the screen since it was angled away from the open doorway. I definitely wouldn’t know how to explain that away. Closing out the folder, I turned off the computer letting it shut down on its own while I made my way over to Marty’s room.
Tapping lightly on the closed door I waited patiently, but there was no response with him moving around to open up so knocked again. “Marty, please I didn’t mean it.” I told him through the barrier. “I’m going to open your door.” I added pausing for a second before opening it up a crack.
The boy was lying face down on the bed with his head buried in the pillow. He was wearing a light blue colored short sleeved tee shirt and blue colored plaid cottony shorts, the kind with a gummy waistband and no zipper. When we got home he must have gone into his room and gotten changed into something more comfortable. I had assumed he was going to start in on his homework, and looking around I suppose he had because I saw an open book sitting on his desk. More than likely the noises I was making in my room while jacking off had caught his attention so he came looking to see what I was up to.
Sighing I stepped inside and took a seat next to him placing my hand on his shoulder feeling it shake. Even though there wasn’t any sound I could tell he was crying and it broke my heart.
“Oh Marty I’m such an idiot. Please don’t cry. It’s not your fault since I didn’t have my door closed. It’s just I’m so used to being alone when I…um…well when I do something private like that.” I sighed shaking my head wondering how much of this he could really understand.
Over the last week and a half while we’ve been cuddled up together under the covers in my bed we had talked about a lot of things. A huge chunk of time was spent telling him about puberty and some of the things he will have to expect here real soon when his own body began to go through some changes. Oddly enough, talking about sex with Marty really hadn’t been difficult or embarrassing, but how does a guy explain these things to a boy in a few nights what took many of us most of our young lives to experience and relate to. I began to realize how much I had taken for granted because even though it was easy to talk about with the long haired boy, I could also tell a lot of it he simply couldn’t relate to or understand completely.
“Listen, I really am sorry Marty, but you just caught me by surprise is all. Remember how I told you that as boys get older we begin to do things that are kind of private. Sometimes it is doing something alone that makes us feel good, and sometimes it is with someone else like a man and woman together. Well, you sort of caught me doing something like that while I was alone, which should have been a private thing. It wasn’t your fault because I really should have closed the door to make sure is all. It’s not a bad thing I was doing, just something boys tend to do alone and not really talk about all that much with anyone else since it is kind of an embarrassing thing for others to know.” I tried to explain hoping that the conversations we’ve been having might fill in some of the other unsaid things.
At least he had stopped crying so I stretched out next to him and draped my arm across his back pulling him closer to me. Marty automatically shifted rolling on his side facing away from me so we could spoon together. Pulling him closer I held him affectionately in my arms and settled my face along his damp cheeks with both of us falling silent and in our own thoughts. I could tell he wasn’t upset about me yelling at him anymore so I began to wonder if maybe he had a little idea of what I was talking about. Normally I’d still be humiliated, but for some reason Marty catching me right in the middle of masturbating and an orgasm didn’t seem to bother me in the slightest. Somehow it was totally different with him than it would be with others.
Sighing I lifted my head and kissed his cheek. It’s been such a short period of time since fate put the two of us together, but already I could tell we had a connection which would never change. I had feelings for him that transcended those I felt with just him being a friend. I loved him, but not in the way I would think of as being a couple or even family. Even though I had enjoyed our brief sexual encounter together I knew for me it wasn’t about sex between the two of us. Not that I would mind if things went further, but the feelings I had for him weren’t about sex. It was something sort of somewhere in-between all of those things I suppose. There was no denying there was a sort of closeness which had formed between the two of us that was very unique. He was like a long lost brother, friend, lover, cousin, and family all rolled up into one.
Even though I wasn’t exactly sure how he fit into my life, or the way I should regard him, the one thing I was sure of is that I loved him. Deep down he’d always hold a place in my heart in one way or another. This would never change no matter what, I thought to myself as I inhaled softly with Marty’s scent imprinting even further into my senses. I’d know him anywhere these days just by the way he smelled or felt in my arms all snuggled up. It was somehow comforting to know we had this sort of connection with one another. Closing my eyes I savored this moment of closeness with the other boy.
Giving the long haired boy a gentle hug I shook my head feeling bad at how I had yelled at him earlier. “I’m such a dork and can be a boob sometimes, Marty.” I exhaled softly feeling the boy rolling over to face me with a questioning look on his features making me chuckle and reach out to stroke his cheek affectionately. “It’s sort of a different way to say I can be an idiot that’s both a tad nicer yet also in a way kind of more intense.” I sighed with him sitting up and bending one leg on top of the mattress before sliding the other one over the edge facing me while I did the same.
He began signing which was a combination of actual word signs and using the alphabet. It amazed me just how much he had picked up in such a short period of time. I mean it was only a little over a week and he already knew all the basic words. It was just the more intricate ones or the words not used as often in sentences which he didn’t know yet. Even the therapist was amazed at how many signs he had picked up already saying once he saw it the boy had it memorized. It made me wonder if Marty actually did have a photographic memory even though the specialist had assured us that it wasn’t despite the younger boy’s ability to pick up visual stimulus so quickly. Whatever it was all I knew is the smaller boy had literally memorized the alphabet in one day and memorized each sign by seeing it only once. The only real difficulty for Marty was getting the hand positioning and fingering absolutely correct since that took practice because this aspect of it had more to do with hand coordination and repetitive memory.
“If what you were doing isn’t wrong then why did you get mad?” He asked by signing and spelling out some words.
Of course that wasn’t exactly how his question came out, but I was able to put it together in my mind this way. “I told you already Marty. I mean, it’s just something boys do in private. Most boys our age do it, but it isn’t something we really talk about with other people. Not because it is wrong or bad, but because it is a very private thing. I know it is kind of difficult to understand and you are right. If it isn’t bad or wrong then it shouldn’t be an issue, but some things are meant to be done in private Marty. It is like Pops and I try to give you space to be alone in your room without having to worry about someone barging in on you. It just feels nice to know you can have some time alone.” I tried to explain with him listening intently because we’ve been talking about a lot of stuff lately and it was difficult for him to grasp some of these things I and many others take for granted.
“So, what you did made you feel good?” He asked with me blushing because hell yeah it made me feel good, but it wasn’t something I ever talked about with anyone, not even Pops.
Sure, we’ve talked about it in general terms, but not specifically. “Yeah, it felt really good Marty.” I chuckled nervously looking away and blushing about it.
He tapped me on the shoulder so I turned my attention back to him. “How does it feel to touch your thingy when it is hard?” He asked another embarrassing question which I would have ignored were it anyone else, but somehow I knew this was important because he was really beginning to open up about a lot of things.
“It’s kind of difficult to describe Marty. I guess sort of like how it felt for you in the hospital…you know…in bed…when the two of us…um…you know…rubbed them together. I’m sure you had an orgasm too.” I paused to make sure he understood what I meant by orgasm since we’ve talked about it. The smaller boy appeared to recognize the word so I continued. “Anyway, at least it seemed like you had one…you know…orgasm. That sort of tingling sensation you get all inside of you until you think you are going to explode and pee all over yourself.” I pointed out seeing him get pale and look away making me frown because it wasn’t the reaction I expected.
We both fell silent for a second while I tried to wrap my mind around his reaction wondering what that was all about. “Um…so…like…you did feel it too?” I asked. “You know when we…uh…when our hard thingies rubbed together. You did have an orgasm didn’t you?” I asked with the long haired boy not responding at first and then slowly turning towards me with his eyes welling up perplexing me to no end as he nodded shyly.
Reaching out I wrapped my arm around his shoulder trying to comfort him. “Oh Marty don’t feel bad about it. I mean I hadn’t expected it either and it was just something that sort of happened. Remember, I told you when we get to a certain age things happen we don’t have any control over.” I tried to make him feel better, but he continued to cry, and I was still wondering why when another thought occurred to me. “That wasn’t your first time, was it? I mean, getting those tingling feelings. It’s happened before?” I wondered out loud with him not saying anything for a few seconds, but then nodding his head, which now began to worry me because maybe Pops had been wrong about him not being sexually abused.
I wasn’t sure how to respond to this latest development. There were so many questions now, but also reservations because if his physical abuse was any indications of how bad it was, then I couldn’t even begin to imagine what kind of sexual abuse he had gone through as well. It was all confusing though because he didn’t act like he had been sexually assaulted or anything just because of how innocent he was about everything dealing with sex and the interactions, but something was certainly off.
“Marty did…did that man and woman touch you down there, you know your thingy and make you do things, or maybe they did things with you?” I asked with the long haired boy suddenly stiffening up and staring at me all wide eyed before shaking his head. “I don’t understand…what then? I mean, when I talk to you about getting those wonderful feelings you get really pale as if you’re scared about something. Marty, you can trust me. Please tell me what happened?” I sincerely begged, my own eyes welling up because something was obviously upsetting him to the point where he was terrified.
Big tears began to well up in Marty’s sad green eyes when he gazed at me intently shaking his head. “Please Latham,” he signed shaking his head, “No,” he finished half heartedly turning his head away from me and not signing anymore.
I fell silent too allowing the boy to settle down, but I wasn’t going to let this go. It was too important, and I wasn’t sure when I’d get this opportunity again. I had wanted to talk to him about it now for a while, but the time never felt right. Now that it had come up, I thought I needed to press him on it. I wasn’t going to push too hard, but I wasn’t just going to let it slide either.
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End of Chapter Eleven: Boys, Puberty, & Sex
Coming soon Chapter Twelve: Gruesome Revelations
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