Discovering A Mute Boy
Chapter 13
What's Normal
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EXCERPT FROM GRUESOME REVELATIONS
Tomorrow would be another day and hopefully it will be just as great. My thoughts turned to Joey wondering how he would react in school when we met up again tomorrow because of what had transpired between the two of us. I only hoped that overnight he wouldn’t change his mind and start getting freaked out by what happened after he had time to think things through. He had seemed pleased by the sexual encounter so I was sure this could lead somewhere for us, at least I began to hope it would. Of course there was Sienna, but since she refused to put out I suppose there wasn’t any harm in establishing other ways to find pleasure. I liked Joey and I wanted us to become better friends since he was a pretty cool kid once you got to know him.
My eyes drooped closed and within moments I too was gently dozing with the soft warmth of Marty nuzzled safely in my tender embrace. It had indeed been a wonderful day I whispered softly to myself drifting completely into a slumbering state.
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WHAT’S NORMAL
Morning arrived quietly in our house with my eyes slowly fluttering open. Gazing over towards my clock I knew it was about time for me to start getting up for the start of another school day. Marty was still snuggled up against me, the heat of his body feeling nice and cozy. I was sporting my usual morning semi-wood and I could feel Marty was as well. My thoughts wandered to last night and what the two of us did together. It had been the first time I’ve ever jacked off with another boy before and I kind of enjoyed it. Feeling him all soft and cuddly in my arms, while his semi hard tube pressed up against my side, kind of made me horny which wasn’t all that difficult to do for me first thing after waking up. I was tempted to reach down and get a better feel of him, but I got the sense he wasn’t ready for something like this so reluctantly discarded this line of thought.
Untangling myself from the other boy I eased myself out of bed, careful not to wake him up so he could sleep for a bit longer. With my now full blown thick erection pointing the way I slipped across the hall not even bothering with putting something on. Closing the bathroom door behind me and locking it I made my way over to the toilet. I leaned my left hand on the back wall and angled my body forward slightly so I wouldn’t have to bend my erection so much and slowly began to jack off.
With my fantasies running wild over the recent thoughts and memories of Luke, Marty, and Joey it didn’t take long for the familiar tingling sensations to course through my body. It began in the depths of my ball sack with my testicles churning and then flowed outwards throughout my body like a current with the familiar pinprick like tickling sensations forming all over the surface of my skin. Before long I could feel that euphoric burning sensation ripping along the inside of my hardened tuber before my opaque seminal fluid exploded from the tip of my flared out knob. Each pulsing twitch of my penis and contraction of my testicles was quickly followed by the familiar splashing noise when the white like stringy globules were forcefully expelled from my spongy tenders and through my thick tube to splash noisily into the watery bowl of the toilet.
There were three distinct strong splattering sounds of cum striking water and then nothing with my pulses spitting out blanks now and only producing the usual slight oozing of leftovers which coated my pumping fist. With one final contraction and shuddering of my body the deed was done with the lingering sensation of rapture slowly dissipating. This euphoric feeling was something I’d never get tired of as I now felt the familiar buildup of urine on my bladder. With my penis having gone limp I relaxed and allowed my bladder to empty out. I watched as the familiar pounding of urine splashed into the water intermingling with the floating clumps of stringy cum inside the toilet bowl. With a few squeezes to eek out the last remnants of cum and urine from my balls and bladder, I shook off before reaching for the toilet paper.
I’ve gotten pretty good at not creating a mess around the toilet since I’ve been doing this now every morning for a while, but I still needed to wipe away the slimy mess from my right hand and boy bits. Cleaning myself up I tossed the soiled tissue into the toilet, grabbed some more of the papery stuff running it around the rim of the porcelain bowl just to be sure, and tossed it in as well before I flushed.
Sliding over to the sink I rinsed off my hands, brushed my teeth, and got combed before heading back to my room with a damp towel. Stepping silently inside, I closed the door behind me and made my way to the dresser drawer pulling out a pair of blue colored boxer briefs. I was discovering I preferred them over the loose boxers for running around in while enjoying wearing the boxers when lounging about since they felt more like regular shorts. Sliding my legs into the openings I pulled them up and tucked away my now satiated stout soldier and two amigos.
Sitting on the edge of my bed I set down the wet rag and picked up the tube of ointment I used on Marty. Ever since we had come home the two of us had sort of settled into a routine. At night I’d rub the ointment over him and took the tube with me to my room since I knew he would be joining me later. In the morning after getting cleaned up I’d rub the ointment over him again before waking him up. He never really was completely asleep when I rubbed it over him, but it didn’t seem to bother him when I tugged the back of his underwear down to do it.
The smaller boy was still dozing comfortably and had shifted on his stomach. Pulling the covers down I realized it would be easier this morning since he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I quickly rubbed the ointment all over the back of his thighs and butt cheeks. His wounds were rapidly healing and before long only the horizontal white like weal marks is all that would be left noticeable on him. Putting the cap back on the tube I set it aside and wiped my hands with the damp towel before drying them on the blanket.
Despite the gruesome markings of abuse on Marty’s body he was still really cute and I couldn’t help but be turned on by the sexiness of the boy sprawled out naked on the bed. I couldn’t help myself because I saw past his awful injuries to the boy himself. Reaching out I gently ran my right hand lightly along his back noticing the goose bumps forming all along his skin. The long haired boy sighed softly and a small smile spread over his features. It was amazing just how only a couple of weeks of tender care could have such a positive healthy affect on a boy. When I had first met him his skin had that sort of sickly translucent and pallid look about it. Now it had pinked up taking on a healthier glow. It felt soft and smooth beneath my fingers and for the first time I noticed those fine blonde like filaments along either side of his spine and a little up along his shoulders.
It was getting to be about that time for him to be getting up so I stopped rubbing my right hand along his back and placed them on the mattress along his side to support my weight as I leaned over. “Hey sleepy head, it’s time to get up.” I whispered softly brushing my lips lightly along his warm cheek and kissing him tenderly.
Marty had felt the familiar cool sensation of ointment being rubbed gently on him and knew it was Latham getting him ready for a fresh start to the morning. He kind of enjoyed this part of the morning, but knew this wouldn’t last much longer with his wounds healing up. It kind of made him feel sad about it because he liked the way it felt when Latham touched him. Even now he could feel his soft thingy hardening and squirming around as he smiled because it kind of felt nice pressed up against the mattress.
The other boy was now rubbing his back and he could feel the goose bumps forming on his skin. This felt really nice too and he didn’t want it to end, but he heard the soft whisperings from Latham gently urging him to wake up. Marty rolled over on to his back keenly aware of his nakedness and also how his hard thingy was exposed openly to the other boy. He yawned and stretched not really concerned about the other boy seeing him hard anymore. Actually, he kind of enjoyed the idea of how Latham looked at him when he was naked. Opening his eyes while he stretched he noticed how the other boy was looking at his hard thingy and it excited him to know the bigger boy liked seeing him naked.
This reminded him about the previous evening and he smiled at the memory. The other boy had studied his hard thingy closely and for some reason it kind of made him feel thrilled when that happened. He enjoyed the way the other boy looked at him. Last night had been such a wonderful new experience, and he was glad Latham had been there to show him how to get those wonderful tingling sensations.
Watching Latham while the bigger boy stared at his erection made Marty feel really nice inside. He could tell by the way the other boy was looking at him that Latham wanted to touch him down there. The thought of the other boy touching his hard thingy didn’t really upset him and he wouldn’t mind it happening. It actually kind of appealed to Marty, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that sort of thing yet since he was just now getting comfortable with the notion of the other boy seeing his thingy hard.
Finishing up with his stretch and settling on his back the smaller boy smiled at Latham who seemed totally transfixed at the moment. He took a moment to study the bigger boy’s features something he’s done a lot from the first day the two of them had met. He liked what he saw. There was a kind of ruggedness to the other boy’s features, but also softness just below the surface which he found very pleasing. He really liked the boy’s gentle muted green eyes which always looked at him with such kindness. They could turn playful really quick as well, another thing he really liked about Latham. He really appreciated the other boy a lot and Marty was glad it was Latham who had found him out in the woods.
“Good morning,” he signed to Latham who suddenly glanced over and blushed cutely.
“Good morning,” he heard the other boy respond easily.
Marty squirmed out from under the other boy noticing Latham sit up allowing him to do the same. He felt an itch and reached down pinching the tip of his knob and quivered because it sort of felt nice. There was the familiar sensation of needing to go pee, so without a second thought he padded over towards the door and opening it up paused looking down the hallway to make sure PopPop wasn’t lurking in the hallway before dashing across and into the bathroom.
He wasn’t too worried about the man hanging around upstairs because he slept downstairs on the main floor and rarely bothered him or Latham up here; especially, not first thing in the morning. Pinching the tip of his hard thingy again Marty shivered feeling the stirrings of those familiar tingling sensations. It reminded him of last night when he was rubbing it with his fingers and he began to wonder if maybe he could do it again in the bathroom since it was so hard. Latham had told him he does that sort of thing several times a day when he can find some privacy so it had to be a normal thing for a boy to do. The thought appealed to him as he stepped in front of the toilet wondering how he should go about it. The other boy wasn’t here to show him what he should do, but thinking on it some he sort of had a good idea of how to go about it.
It was amazing how quickly the day seemed to fly by one moment while at other times dragged on. I was anxious to meet up with Joey today after what happened in the locker room yesterday. I was both excited and worried about it, but mostly excited as my thoughts turned back to earlier this morning with Marty. The smaller boy had been so damn cute. When he rolled on his back and stretched I couldn’t help but stare and admire his nice little boy stiffie recalling how it had spat out a little droplet of cum the previous evening for the very first time. It meant his body was finally in the firm grips of puberty and would soon be changing. I could tell it had pleased the smaller boy and it made me happy for him.
He was so cute when he sat up pinching the tip of his hard little boy pecker and it had made my own penis twitch lustfully. Watching him from behind making his way towards the door completely naked was just too cute. Even his scars didn’t distract from the way he had peeped out the door to make sure no one else was around before traipsing over to the bathroom. In any other circumstance it was just something so normal, yet with him it was a reminder of just how special this simple behavior represented. Watching Marty behaving so normal was a very good sign of things to come.
While Marty got cleaned up I managed to make the bed and get dressed. By the time I was done the smaller boy came walking into my room on rubbery legs and no longer sporting a little boy erection. He had a goofy smile on his face with a dazed look and had a glowing aura about him. I just about busted a gut because I immediately knew he was up to way more than simply getting cleaned up in the bathroom this morning. Even though I hadn’t actually seen the deed or heard anything, I knew he had jacked off and busted a nut in the bathroom. It made me curious to know if he had managed to squirt again like last night. I wasn’t about to ask him though since this really was something private he had done. After all he had done it behind closed doors which any normal boy our age typically does.
For me though it did add to the sense of him actually beginning to do normal things for a boy his age. Well, that is to say what I considered normal because who was I to say what is normal for a boy our age. I’m sure there are plenty in our society who frown on such behaviors by boys, not wanting to admit we are sexual creatures who are horny all the time. I knew I sure was, and by the sounds of it, so were plenty of my other friends. We of course thought it normal behavior to find ourselves with our hands down the front of our pants pulling on our spuds, well at least in private.
The memory of Marty all boned up this morning had me sporting my own erection now as I made my way down the school hallway keeping an eye out for the smaller boy. It was lunch time and we always met up and sat together along with some of my other friends. Today I had another mission in mind as I spotted Marty with him smiling when he saw me and giving me a quick hug. I got a couple of looks from some of the other kids standing close by, but they didn’t say anything. This was something I’d have to talk to him about. Most everyone in school knew the situation and sort of gave us some slack with some things, but that wouldn’t last and before long people would begin to gossip.
Marty looked at me questioningly when I headed in the opposite direction of the lunch room and towards one of the plaza areas. Our school had a few of these open like side areas inside our building with big windows letting in plenty of light. These small atrium spaces were kind of nice with plenty of plants giving it a more relaxed feeling along with a table or two and some chairs. Sometimes a group of kids would gather together in these areas to study or chat.
“Where are we going?” Marty signed a little awkwardly since he was carrying his sack lunch, and looking at me questioningly as we passed up the first atrium which had several kids sitting around and chatting, with me taking a quick look before heading onwards.
“I’m looking for a friend of mine and figured we could sit with him and have lunch for a change of pace.” I explained with the smaller boy shrugging his shoulders indicating he didn’t have any problems with my suggestion.
Pausing for a moment I tried to think and got an idea. There was another large atrium area down the end of this main hallway, but I veered off into a side passage remembering a smaller one at the end, which was a bit secluded from the hub of activity. Marty was looking around because he’s never been down this way before and as we approached the end I noticed someone sitting by a small table stooped over reading a book while eating a sandwich. It was who I was looking for and I smiled getting a bit excited.
As we approached I began to get butterflies in my stomach wondering how the younger boy would react to me today. I’ve been bouncing off the walls with nervousness because even though he said we were cool yesterday a lot could change overnight after having done something like we did together in the locker room. When the boy looked up he furled his eyebrows for a moment and then grinned broadly his whole face lighting up.
“Hey Latham, what are you doing around here?” He asked casually as if nothing big had happened yesterday, but obviously happy to see me, which made me sigh in relief.
“Hey Joey,” I acknowledged reaching out and giving him the typical knuckle bump greeting. “Actually I was looking for you. I was hoping we could join you for lunch.” I offered up and motioned towards my long haired cohort. “By the way this is Marty. I don’t think the two of you have met yet.” I added with Joey actually standing up respectfully and reaching out his hand.
“No we haven’t…,” He stated casually still holding out his hand.
Marty paused for a moment because he wasn’t used to the whole greeting thing yet and most everyone else I had introduced him to in school usually only gave him a casual nod. Joey however was trying to be very respectful. Most of the other kids would have probably sniggered thinking it odd, but I thought it was actually cool of Joey because it indicated he showed interest in the other boy in addition to respect.
“Remember, I told you sometimes people will shake hands in greeting Marty. It’s a mutual sign of respect.” I instructed with the long haired boy flashing me a smile and reaching out.
Both of them clasped hands and Joey shook it flashing Marty a big grin and nodding his head. “Great to finally meet you.” He stated motioning for us to take a seat in the other chairs and sitting back down as well.
It was really cool of Joey not to say anything about the other boy not understanding how to greet others. He simply took a seat waiting for us to get situated before providing another nice gesture by actually addressing Marty first.
“So I understand you are staying with Latham and his grandfather. How do you like it over there?” He asked casually with no hint of judgment only making idle conversation.
Marty paused for a moment not sure how to react because everyone always referred their questions to him through me not even bothering to look at him as if he were more an afterthought. Joey however was looking straight at Marty waiting patiently for a reply. It became obvious to Marty that this new boy was focusing on him so he hesitantly raised his hand and began to sign with Joey’s eyes momentarily widening in astonishment.
“Whoa dude you are like signing really well after only a couple of weeks.” Joey spoke up while also surprising me because he actually hand signed back to Marty who also was a bit shocked by this turn of events. “It took me like forever to pick up as many words as you know. I learned a while back because I have a cousin who is deaf. I’m a bit rusty though because we had to move away. Did you really only start like two weeks ago?” He asked Marty who smiled and nodded his head signing back in the affirmative.
“Whoa, that’s really cool Marty and I’m glad you like staying with Latham.” Joey added before shooting me a sly look. “But of course you have to say that since he’s sitting right here. Later when he isn’t around you can give me the real scoop on how it is over there.” He smirked flashing a wily grin while Marty furled his eyes and emphatically began to sign a bit defensively saying he really did like staying with me.
The long haired boy glanced at me with a hurt look on his face and I lifted up my hand to calm him down. “Whoa-whoa, Marty; It’s all good. Joey was only joking around with you. It’s what friends do.” I began seeing Joey flashing me a glance with his face getting a sincere look on it because of the “friend’ comment. “You’ve seen me do that before with some of my friends.” I continued to explain with Joey reaching out and placing his hand on the other boy’s arm for a second before signing and speaking at the same time.
“Listen Marty, I’m sorry. That was a bad joke for me to toss out there; especially, since we just met and you don’t know me all that well. Will you forgive me?” He asked with Marty beaming at Joey and patting the other boy’s arm while nodding his head.
“No, it is my fault. Sometimes I…I…,” he began to sign looking for the right words with Joey smiling back and shrugging his shoulders.
“Don’t worry about spelling or finishing the sign. I know what you mean and I’m glad we are both cool then.” He finished with Marty grinning back and nodding his head.
“Yes…cool.” He responded obviously taking a liking to Joey with our conversation getting more casual for a bit while we began to munch on our lunch.
After a few minutes I finally brought up the topic I wanted to talk about. “Joey, the reason why I came looking for you is because I wanted to talk to you before we met up in Social Studies class and I didn’t want the others to know about it. I was wondering if you’ve partnered up with someone else yet on the end of the school year social studies assignment.” I asked seeing him glancing my way and shrugging his shoulders.
At the beginning of the school year our teacher told everyone that at the end of the year we had to turn in a twenty page report on any topic of our choosing related to any of the subjects we discussed in class. Of course no one ever started that soon and always did these types of reports a few weeks before school got out. Since it was a major project our teacher stated if we wanted he’d allow us to pair up with another student.
A couple of kids who had mediocre grades had asked me if I’d be interested in joining, acting as if I’d benefit from the alliance with them, but I kindly declined noticing the same kids had asked Joey first since everyone knew the younger boy was smart as a whip. At the time the younger boy had politely declined as well.
“If you haven’t started on anything yet we could do something together…I mean if you’d like to work with me.” I added with him setting his sandwich down and nodding.
“Well I’ve started to look into a few topics already and have sort of settled on something I think.” He replied with me sighing nodding my head a tad disappointed.
“That’s cool, just thought I’d ask because I figured it could be kind of fun to do it together. It’s all good though.” I replied with Joey shaking his head.
“No, I mean, it would be cool with me if you wanted to do something together. I really haven’t started anything, just sort of looked into some stuff. I think it’s cool doing something new with you.” He responded and when I cocked my head to the side giving him a sly grin he sort of caught on to his last statement regarding doing new stuff with me and blushed. “I mean…you know the assignment, not um…you know…the other stuff.” He added with me trying not to bust a gut while keeping a straight face.
“Oh…so you didn’t like our last project we did together?” I asked looking hurt.
“What no…I mean yes…I,” he began with me no longer able to hold it in as I began to laugh my ass off and him starting to giggle as well once he figured out I was only messing with him.
He continued sniggering shaking his head. “You really are a twat you know.” He huffed glancing over towards Marty to make sure the boy wasn’t hurt by the comment he directed towards me.
It was obvious Marty didn’t understand our ‘inside joke’ and of course he wouldn’t, but he was smiling getting the gist of how we were just joking around with each other. I was glad Marty could experience just the normal every day kind of teasing and joshing around between boys our age. It was another one of those typical kinds of things which made other people wonder what was considered normal. Sometimes with my other friends it got a bit nasty, but with Joey it was more reserved and it was obvious Marty kind of liked the type of friendship I had with the younger boy more so than some of my other buddies.
“Anyway, tomorrow is Friday so how about if you come over to my house and we can get some things done. If you want you can even spend the night.” I added hopefully and glancing over towards Marty realized he didn’t understand the concept of a sleepover.
“Oh…um…Marty sometimes friends will spend the night over at a friend’s house. It’s kind of like being able to get together and hang out overnight just to have some fun and stuff. Even though Joey would be coming over and we’d be doing some homework; afterwards, we could maybe order some pizza, eat snacks, play games, and maybe rent some movies. You know just sort of hang out together and him sleeping over at the house.” I tried to explain with the long haired boy smiling and signing.
“Oh, like me staying with you and Pops?” He asked
“Yeah exactly, but unlike you he’d actually be going home the following day.” I teased.
Marty’s face crumpled misunderstanding what I meant. “Oh crap, no I didn’t mean it that way,” I began to apologize when his face suddenly changed and he grinned back at me making me roll my eyes.
“Geeze,” I groaned looking over towards Joey. “And here you are thinking I’m such a twat Joey.” I chuckled with me and Joey laughing and Marty smiling at how he had gotten me with a joke of his own. “God, I’m going to have to really be careful from here on out.” I sighed giving the smaller long haired boy a gentle shove. “Anyway,” I turned my attention back to Joey. “How about it?” I asked with him furling his eyebrows.
“I…um,” he began looking apologetically. “I’m not sure that will work. I mean my mom might have to work and all, so it probably won’t work out so well.” He added with me realizing I wasn’t sure what the situation was for him at home.
Thinking on it I seemed to recall him perhaps living in that neighborhood in the other direction where all the apartments were located. I wasn’t sure if he had any brothers and sisters or what his parents were like since I’ve never met any of them. Come to think of it I seemed to recall him only refer to his mom yesterday when I had taken the pictures and video of him covered from head to toe in chalk. I said ‘his mom and dad would get a kick out of it’ and for some reason I seemed to recall him saying ‘his mom would love it.’ I’m not sure if this meant his dad wasn’t around or what, but it didn’t matter I suppose.
“Oh…well I understand.” I responded trying not to pry or get into it since I figured he had his reasons why he couldn’t come over. “Well, I’m sure I can catch a ride from Pops so if you want I can come over to your place and hang out, with him picking me up afterwards.” I suggested noticing Marty seemed to get bummed out by the suggestion.
“Besides, it will be a great opportunity for Pops to hang out with Marty for a bit. I’m sure if he behaves…,” I gave the smaller boy a teasing shove, “I can even talk PopPop into taking him to a movie or something with them picking me up afterwards. I don’t think Marty’s ever been to a movie theater before.” I suggested with the idea seeming to appeal to the other boy since I’ve mentioned that sort of thing to him a time or two.
Joey sort of watched the interplay between the two of us and was smiling as if thinking it was pretty cool. Focusing on the younger boy I waited for him to respond noticing how he was thinking on it before he shrugged his shoulders.
“Yeah, I suppose that’ll be cool. I’ll ask mom and give you a call later on tonight so your grandfather can work it out with his schedule and figure out which movie is playing.”
“Cool let’s exchange numbers.” I suggested pulling my phone out of my pocket and seeing Joey furl his eyebrows.
“I…um…I don’t have a cell.” He confessed looking a little embarrassed about it since most kids in our school had their own cell phones.
Shrugging my shoulders I didn’t make a big deal of it. “That’s alright,” I told him honestly because I only got one just recently myself.
Tearing a part of my lunch bag I dug out a pencil and wrote down my phone number and handed it over to Joey. “Cool,” He smiled at me looking at it for a second to make sure he could read all the numbers before tucking it away in his pocket and suddenly remembering something.
“Speaking of phones,” He began, glancing towards Marty and choosing his words carefully. “Those…um…pictures…you know.” He looked at me his cheeks turning red while I chuckled waving off his concerns.
“Don’t worry they aren’t on my phone.” I assured him failing to mention I had downloaded them on my computer. “Well, that is unless you are talking about the ones with the whole chalk incident.” I added with him giggling while Marty frowned. “Would it be alright?” I asked nodding my head towards the long haired boy with Joey rolling his shoulders indicating it would be alright.
Smiling broadly, I leaned over and showed Marty the pictures along with the video of Joey covered head to toe in chalk dust. Even Joey scooted around the table and leaned over my back to watch the small screen on my phone. We were all busting a gut with Marty grinning from ear to ear.
“What happened?” He signed with us explaining the whole cleaning up project which pretty much ended with Joey having a bag of powdery chalk landing on top of his head.
“Hey, you said you don’t have a cell phone but what about your…um…mom?” I asked only referring to her since that is all he had mentioned. “Does she have one and should I send these to her?” I asked with him getting excited and pulling a chair next to mine.
“Could you?” He chirped excitedly while I smiled back since the idea made him happy.
“Um…sure no problems, but here, if you want you can send it to her yourself. Maybe she’ll text you back.” I suggested with him getting so excited he gave me a quick hug before blushing because guys just didn’t do that sort of thing, but I didn’t say anything simply handing my phone to him watching as he eagerly sent her a text message along with the pictures and video.
Sure enough a couple of minutes later his mom texted back with a bunch of emoticons indicating she thought it was hilarious. A few seconds later she wondered whose phone this belonged to. They texted back and forth several times with her finally saying she had to go, but was happy he had a good friend who let him use his phone and who had shared these pictures and videos. She sent her love and also thanked me. With that Joey handed me my phone back.
“Thanks Latham, that was so cool.” He smiled at me while I shrugged.
“No problem Joey and you can use my phone whenever you want.” I told him with us finishing up noting the time and realizing it was time to get going since I had to walk Marty back to his class before meeting up with Joey in Social Studies.
With only a couple of classes left before PE, the time had come and gone quickly. Now that our volleyball competition of the day was finally wrapping up I was kind of anxious to see if Joey would actually go through with his assertion of showering with the rest of us. Not that it really mattered if he didn’t since I wouldn’t pressure him into doing something he wasn’t comfortable with, but I hoped my assurance yesterday of him being just fine down there would help him get over that shy phase. He knew my threat of sending out naked pictures was only a tease, so essentially it would still be up to him if he showered with us or not.
After the Coach blew the whistle for us to get cleaned up, he reminded us to make sure and take home our gym clothes. Some kids always wore theirs for the entire week which I thought was kind of nasty, and since PE class was only from Monday through Thursdays with us having an early day out on Friday, he always sent a gentle reminder for everyone to take home their clothes to get washed. I took mine home everyday since I had several changes of our school’s official gym shorts and shirt.
Making my way to the locker with a towel in hand I was kind of disappointed because Joey hadn’t shown up. I quickly peeled out of my clothes and started to wrap the towel around my waist when I saw him coming around the corner and stop. His eyes were immediately drawn towards my nakedness and I saw him visibly swallowing before making his way towards his locker and taking a seat.
“I…um,” he began glancing up into my eyes before they dipped down taking in my soft thick penis and semi-loose hanging scrotum sack.
It sort of flattered me how Joey was checking me out and the younger boy blushed tearing his gaze away because he was sort of perving on me. I could tell he was nervous about what to do, and it wasn’t my intention to make him feel as if he had to go through a promise he made sort of at my playful coercion. Sighing, I sat down next to him draping the towel over my lap and wrapping my arm around his shoulder in support.
“Listen, you don’t have to do this. The promise you made yesterday doesn’t count and it really doesn’t matter to me since you are so shy. As far as I’m concerned we are still cool, besides, you were totally brave yesterday.” I told him sincerely getting up and making my way into the showers where several of my friends were already washing up, with some as usual having fun at the expense of one or the other, while others simply cleaned up in silence before hurrying off to get going to wherever they needed to get to.
Stepping off to the side and getting under the warm water I could hear Billy like always yakking it up with some of our other friends. As usual he tended to take the brunt of the teasing, but never seemed to mind and always dished it right back. He was of course smaller than most of the other guys not only in height and weight, but also what he was packing between his legs. Not that he was really all that puny down there or anything.
Strange, but I never really paid too much attention to Billy in that regard. We were friends and all, but even now that I’ve been sort of checking out boys he just didn’t seem to be my type. He wasn’t ugly or anything and I loved his personality, but in a sexual context I don’t think I’d be able to think of him in that sort of way. There were some of my friends I’d thought maybe I’d be willing to fool around with, but not Billy.
Glancing over towards him and taking a look I had to chuckle because several of the guys had encircle Billy and was shoving him around teasingly. My eyes took a quick look at his soft floppy jiggling around as he got tousled about and I actually thought he was fairly average, maybe slightly on the small side, but not by much. Maybe it looked smaller than it was because he seemed to have a large puffy ball sack with taut skin that hugged up against his body.
I suppose before puberty hit him he was actually pretty puny down there just like Jimmy had said yesterday at the bleachers with a little boy pecker about an inch long and a small ball sack. I guess like with many boys though once puberty hit things sort of matured for him down there. Thinking on it now though I suppose he was still kind of small in the pecker department, but nothing I’d really consider puny. The latest development for him was that his pubes were just now starting to come in so a lot of the guys still teased him about his little Mount Baldy, but he never seemed to mind the friendly bantering.
Turning back around and facing the wall I began to soap up my body and rinsed off before getting shampooed. Sticking my head under the shower head I rinsed it out before taking a small step back and wiping the water out of my eyes. I saw a figure stepping up to the shower head next to me and when I glanced over I smiled because it was Joey. He looked really nervous, but he flashed me a quick smile making sure to keep his back turned to the rest of the guys in the shower.
Glancing down I got a decent side angle of his soft penis sticking outwards from his body while his small testicles dangled loosely between his legs. Not wanting to get caught staring by the other guys I turned my back to the wall leaning back and rinsing out my hair some more while Joey began to soap up his body.
“Whoa, did you guys see that?” I heard Billy’s good natured taunting voice which made me roll my eyes because I knew he had zeroed in on Joey.
Even though I liked Billy sometimes his timing was just off and I hoped he wouldn’t start in on the younger boy too harshly. “What?” I heard one of the guys ask casually thinking maybe Billy was up to his usual antics and not really paying too much attention to him.
“Joey finally came out of hiding and it looks like we got a new king of the mountain. He’s hairless up front, just like good ole Mount Baldy.” He teased not realizing how it was upsetting Joey, which now made me feel bad since I had talked him into this.
If I didn’t do something to diffuse the situation it could make Joey self conscious and regret taking the risk of exposing himself in front of us older boys. “Oh come on Billy lay off him already. Besides, you don’t have much to brag about either. I mean you’ve got what, all of two strands around the base of your little mini-me pecker.” I teased directing the attention away from Joey and on to Billy who I knew could handle the teasing and to no one’s surprise my friend rose to the occasion.
“Hey, not fair. I’ve got all of three I’ll have you know. I counted them personally, just this morning.” He retorted easily sending us all into a fit of laughter.
Glancing towards Joey I noticed him giggling too as he glanced at me and mouthed, “Thanks,” with me mouthing back, “No worries, he’s just a boob.”
Billy was now bent over studiously fingering his small patch and counting pointedly. “See, one-two-three,” he finished pretending to count his small blond like curly strands.
Of course he had more down there than just three, but it was all fun and games at this point. Now that he was standing in front of me I could tell his penis was slightly longer than Joey’s, but his ball sack which hugged his body tightly looked kind of big on his small frame making his penis look puny. His rounded mound looked almost about as big around as a small sized orange cut in half. It almost was as if he had a swollen ball sack from being kicked in the nuts or something, which was another one of those things we’ve been teasing him about lately. Like his penis it used to be small, about the size of a lemon, but when puberty hit the damn thing just swelled up on him.
“Yeah, and that’s about as high as you can count.” Someone else interjected with everyone busting up again including Joey who glanced over his shoulders to take a peep at Billy who simply smiled and stuck his tongue out at us.
“Well of course. That’s about as high as a guy needs to know how to count.” He countered.
“Yeah, and that’s why your hard pecker won’t ever be bigger than three inches and why you won’t ever need to learn how to count higher than three.” Another one of my buddies teased with several of us sniggering again because we all knew that’s about as big he got down there when he popped one since he never bothered hiding it when he got hard.
Joey once again glanced over his shoulders taking a look at Billy realizing the older boy’s pecker wasn’t all that much bigger than his and I could see how this information sort of resonated with the younger boy. It even seemed to embolden him because he actually turned around with his back now towards the wall exposing his nakedness to everyone else. I could tell he was still nervous, but he sort of relaxed when he realized no one was taking any notice of him now. There were a few furtive glances towards his way as most of the guys sort of took the typical little peeping glances at the smaller boy, but nothing to make Joey feel uncomfortable about it. Besides, we all tended to do that sort of thing just to size people up.
“Exactly, you’re learning.” Billy teased back without missing a beat. “Besides, a guy doesn’t need any more than that to satisfy a girl all proper like,” with all of us rolling our eyes now because he was constantly bragging about how his little hard pecker has poked several virginal pussies at this point, of course all girls from somewhere else though.
We knew he was full of shit just like the rest of us when it came to bragging about girls and pussies. We were guys after all, so of course we stretched the truth a bit, well to be honest, we stretched it a lot since just about all of us were still virgins and we all knew it.
For all his talk Billy was still a virgin too, but it was just part of the game. If we were to believe him at all then at this point, according to my count, he’s had to have fucked at least eight different virginal girls just this school year. No way would he remotely be getting that kind of action with that many girls. He was right about one thing though; when it came right down to it size really didn’t matter all that much when it came to sexual gratification of one sort or another. Of course, for most of us it was important to have a big one, but Billy simply wasn’t one of those guys who seemed to care about how big he was down there, and actually seemed to enjoy the fact he was on the small side.
After that things settled down quickly with the teasing having petered out. Other than a few glances Joey’s way, no one even commented one way or the other. Most of the guys were pretty cool about that sort of thing, picking up on who they could tease and goof around with and who preferred to be left alone. Even though Billy had sort of started in on Joey at the beginning he also picked up on how the younger boy was a bit on the sensitive side in this regard so also let things drop.
Since I was finished I left Joey alone in the shower; slipping away quietly and unnoticed while his head was under the water. Grabbing my towel I dried off in the outer room and headed towards the lockers located in the back and away from everyone else who were still crammed in like sardines in their few rows off to the side in a small area of the room. I wasn’t worried about leaving Joey alone because I knew none of the guys would be teasing him or anything now, simply leaving him alone to finish off with his shower in peace. It was important for me to leave him alone for part of his shower so he would realize he could do this on his own. I sensed it would help him overcome his shyness.
Opening up my locker I took a look in the small mirror I had attached inside the door and got combed real quick before removing my towel and wiping down my body again since I was still a little damp. Slipping into underwear, shirts, and shorts, I took a seat so I could put on my socks and shoes. Just then Joey rounded the corner of the lockers with the towel wrapped around his waist and hesitated in the aisle still a little wet from the shower. I had to admit he looked sexy hot with his pale skin glistening damply and a small bulge just visible in the front of his white towel.
The boy smiled hesitantly at me before scooting along the aisle and stopping in front of his locker. “Um…thanks Latham for…uh…you know…in the shower with Billy.” He whispered softly glancing towards me and blushing with reddened cheeks.
Damn, he was just so cute. “Yeah, no worries. Besides, Billy was just being…well Billy.” I chuckled with the younger boy smiling and nodding his head while he opened up his locker and began rummaging through it.
My eyes took in his trim physique with long arms and legs. I loved those thin legs as I recalled how it had felt to run my hands up that spindly length sending a shiver up and down my spine. His body still glistened damply and I could make out those fine little hairs all along his arms and legs. It wasn’t a lot, not like I’ve seen on other kids, just a few along his pale colored skin. My eyes were once more drawn to his long legs which disappeared beneath this towel that barely hung over the upper part of his thighs. I knew how they stretched all the way up to his crotch and cute little butt which currently protruded roundly just beneath the towel he had wrapped around his waist.
I couldn’t control my urges and leaning over slipped my hand between Joey’s legs from behind, just beneath the edge of the towel easing it upwards. The unsuspecting younger boy suddenly jolted and let out a small squeak which he immediately squelched when my left hand cupped his balls and soft penis from below. When his body jolted forward it bumped into the locker making a bit of a rattling noise. I felt his soft fleshy two plus inch penis immediately inflate to just under three inches. He was still damp down there and it felt kind of squishy in my fingers, but damn there was just something excitingly sexy hot about feeling him up like this when there was a risk of getting caught.
My mind screamed because this was kind of a dangerous thing to do, but I couldn’t help myself, those hormonal urges taking hold of my mind damning and daring any consequences. “Oh…oh fuck,” Joey’s voice hissed in surprise before he began to moan because he was enjoying the sensations of getting felt up like this.
The smaller boy leaned forward a little and spread apart his knees giving me even more access. I was pretty sure he wasn’t even aware he had done it, only reacting to his body’s current needs. Sliding over on the bench until I was behind him and had a better angle I wrapped my right arm around the front of his right leg and tucked it beneath the towel snaking upwards. Releasing his stiff twitching penis and fleshy ball bag from my left hand I replaced it with my right one feeling him jolt again when my fingers twirled around the tip of his twitching knob giving it a bit of a tweak. Joey’s knees buckled slightly and with my left hand around the front of his waste I pulled him closer towards the bench. He didn’t resist and I shifted my left leg over the bench and draped it on the other side wriggling it in the small space between the bench and the back wall. With another slight tug Joey took a seat as well and when I drew him up against my chest he also draped his legs on either side of the bench and leaned back moaning softly because my fingers were still massaging his soft hacky sack and very rigid flag pole.
With his back snuggled up against my chest Joey’s body slumped into me while his head settled heavily on my left shoulder and chest. My left arm wrapped around the front of his stomach and chest, rubbing it gently before I slowly dipped it downwards cupping his fleshy purse in the palm of my hand. My right arm was still wrapped around his front between his legs, with my fingers fondling his extremely hot, rigid, and rubbery peg.
The boy’s body shook and rattled and he spread open his knees giving me more access, which exposed him to anyone who rounded our lockers. My left cheek was pressed up against his right one and I could feel the heat from his face as he began to sweat. His perspiration blended with the dampness all over his body from the shower giving off that sort of sweet soapy aroma intermingled with undertones of youthful musky boy sex scent. Even his small racquet ball sized boy sack felt pliable and squishy all slicked up with dampness as I slowly rolled around his cherry sized testicles with my left fingers. At the same time I began rubbing his slicked up glossy rigid pole with the two fingers and thumb of my right hand. Joey swallowed hard and sighed softly with his arms twitching as the exhilarating sensations began to bubble up inside his ball sack and boy penis slowly spreading outwards through his small body.
Glancing downwards my breath caught in my chest because the younger boy’s towel had hitched upwards partially exposing his sweaty ball sack and lustrous thin erection. The dampness of the shower and perspiration created that sort of slicked up sensation along the boy’s rigid length as I began to jack off his sleek pole. Joey also looked down and realized he was really exposed and vulnerable at the moment.
“Latham…I…I,” he shivered the sensation of me starting to stroke his short tuber catching up to him. “W-we should stop,” he hissed. “W-what if someone catches us?” He asked feebly his hands settling softly on top of my arms.
Of course he was right and I knew it, but I was a teenager and what the brain in our head told us sometimes simply wasn’t enough with what our other smaller brain in the nether region was telling us. My penis inside of my jeans pressed up obscenely against the stiff fabric aching for release. It wanted in on the action, but it had to be satisfied for now being all tucked away. I was sure Joey could feel it pressing up against his lower back, but we were both too far gone with what we were doing.
“Then we better make this quick, besides no one ever comes back here so if we are quiet about this then we can bust your nut, you’d like that right?.” I whispered back releasing his erection for a moment and reaching for the towel where it was tucked up against his waist already knowing the answer as he confirmed it by nodding his head.
Tugging on the fabric it came loose and I opened it up exposing the boy completely to the elements. I draped the ends of the towel over my thighs and looked down at all of Joey’s glory. He wasn’t big by any means, but he had a decent enough size for a boy his age. His hard sleek glistening erection was plastered up against the pale skin of his hairless pubic mound. Small beads of dampness and sweat had formed all along the top of his blank slate and just beneath the surface I could see those fine blue veins like the glazing on fine porcelain. His little nuggets sheathed protectively in their brownish pink casing sagged softly between his sprawled out legs.
Reaching down with my left hand I placed my right finger a couple of inches below his slightly hanging boy tonsils rubbing up against his perineum, the line which ran from his rose bud all the way to his undercarriage. Joey began to squirm because this was something new and he seemed to enjoy how it felt as I lightly massaged the thin line up and down even brushing up against his pink grommet. I felt his iris contract at my light touch and it made me wonder what it would feel like to actually stick my thick cock up his butt. I’ve never thought about fucking a boy before and I felt conflicted about it for a second or two because the idea of actually shoving myself inside of him appealed to me.
Tossing that thought to the side for the moment I focused on Joey’s needs knowing what we were doing was risky because any moment now someone could walk around our lockers and catch us doing something naughty. Slipping my hand upwards I once more cupped his purse playing around with his coinage. The two fingers and thumb of my right hand once more wrapped around his slicked up erection and I began to stroke him rapidly in an up and down motion being sure to extend slightly past his bloated knob running my fingers over the ridge of his glans.
My fingers flew over the slicked up tuber with determination knowing we couldn’t drag it out like the last time. Joey sensed this as well and seemed to give in to the sensations allowing his body to experience the adolescent joys of orgasmic bliss. Within seconds I felt his body stiffen up with his legs flicking outwards. Even his cute toes curled and contracted as his penis suddenly pulsed in my fingers, a small little squeak escaping his lips which he cut off for fear of being heard by someone. Like yesterday it was a single pulse with his testicles bunching upwards. I kept stroking him and two seconds later his body gave in and his penis began to flutter wildly in my fingers with the smaller boy stiffening up and writhing around. Even his testicles squirmed around in their casing.
My eyes were riveted on his penis and fleshy satchel which seemed to come alive and move around. The first thing I realized he was shooting blanks indicating a dry orgasm. It really didn’t surprise me since I had pretty much figured puberty hadn’t caught up yet. I was sure it wasn’t far off though and figured before long he’d be tapping into his underwater well and expelling his life giving sustenance soon enough when he pumped on his crank. With one final heave and gasp Joey’s small body slumped in my arms the rapture having run its course leaving behind the sensation of blissful satiation.
His little boy sack contracted one final time and it was then I noticed it, a small amount of translucent oozing barely bubbling over the tip end of his boy bell. The clear watery glop pooled up briefly before sliding down the bottom side of his stiff turgid tuber, barely noticeable, his skin almost immediately soaking up the lucent nectar. Somehow at the very end, his little testicular cherries had contracted firmly enough to bunch up snuggly against his body and eke out his first pubescent ejaculate. He had finally tapped into the depths of his youthful wellspring expelling it into the world for the very first time and I was there to witness him take this monumental leap into pubertal adolescence.
I watched completely enthralled now while the boy’s cherry sized testicles relaxed dropping back down in his soft loose skin and his extremely hard penis deflate right in front of my eyes. This entire episode was so damn sexy hot and I couldn’t resist the urge to touch his now flaccid penis, trying to feel for the damp wetness of his first ejaculate, but it had already disappeared soaking easily into the folds of his now soft penis. Joey flinched and hissed when I rolled his spent penis in my finger and thumb because it was now really sensitive.
Sighing I released his sexy boy organs and flipped the edges of the towel back over his privates so he was covered up. My mind kept working over everything as I began to realize he had squirted at the end of his orgasm. How does a guy do that? I wondered to myself. It was only natural to expel a guy’s cream smoothie at the beginning of his climax, but like the way his penis pulsed only once until several seconds later when the rest of his orgasmic spasms caught up, this was just something unique to the younger boy. Maybe once he had matured a bit more he would be creaming like the rest of us.
“That was so damn wickedly hot Joey. You did really good.” I whispered softly in his ear the boy giving me a wry grin. “By the way I saw you squirt.” I told him softly seeing him glance up at me questioningly.
“I…I did…but…but I didn’t notice anything.” He rasped trying to catch his breath.
“That’s because it happened right at the end and was kind of clear. It was just a tiny amount that sort of got soaked up real quick. Mine was only a small amount too at first, but yours will get thicker and you will begin to shoot more.” I explained seeing him gush with pride that he had finally squirted so soon after starting to jack off.
Unable to resist I gave him a quick hug before gently easing him forward into an upright seated position while lifting my left leg from between the bench and wall getting turned back around. Joey followed my lead doing the same, slowly recuperating while sitting on his own and facing locker. Making sure he could sit without falling I finally slid back over to my own locker and began to put on my socks.
My own erection still pressed up against the stiff fabric of my jeans protesting since it was being ignored. It kind of hurt so I reached down and adjusted it into a better position, but I felt it squirm around on its own expecting some relief. It would have to wait for now until I could find some alone time. Glancing over towards Joey I had to giggle because he seemed really sluggish from the aftereffects of his climax. Even though it seemed like this had taken a long time I figured it had only taken like all of three minutes from the time I reached up under his towel to his climactic explosion because I could still here plenty of guys fooling around and joking with one another as they got changed back into their regular clothing.
The smaller boy was still sitting on the bench, but he seemed to have already recuperated because he reached inside his locker pulling out his clothes and set them next to him. Tying the laces on my blue colored Nike shoes I continued to watch over Joey. The smaller boy must have felt my eyes on him because he glanced over at me and blushed shyly. This had been a bit of a risky thing to do and he smirked at me shaking his head as if to say ‘what the hell have you done to me,’ making me giggle knowingly.
“So what are you guys doing back here?” I heard a familiar voice asking teasingly making both me and Joey jump in surprise.
The younger boy instinctively clutched the towel in front of him making sure his nakedness was covered up while I chuckled and rolled my eyes after the initial shock. “What do you think we are doing you dork…we’re getting dressed?” I responded lightly at Billy waving him off casually.
“Yeah right.” He chuckled suggestively. “Sure you guys aren’t like…you know…having a bit of extracurricular fun.” He asked looking kind of hopeful.
“Hey just because you can’t find anyone to give your little pecker a blow job doesn’t mean you are going to find any action around here.” I teased back noticing how Joey had sort of gotten a bit nervous, but seemed to realize this was another one of Billy’s playful antics. “I can’t help it if no one wants to play with your little worm and you can’t get any action. You can’t really blame anyone though, not since the damn thing is so puny.”
“Hey, I get plenty of action. Besides, I don’t have a worm to play with; my little pet is a spitting cobra I’ll have you know.” He bragged while I rolled my eyes at him.
“Yeah, well I wouldn’t call that little thing of yours a full fledged spitting cobra, maybe a baby would describe it better, and your dog licking it doesn’t count as plenty of action.”
“Hey don’t knock it until you try it. Besides, you know what they say; size doesn’t matter, only the way you use your tool, and believe me I know how to please a girl thank you very much.”
“I don’t see how since you’d get lost as soon as you stuck it inside a girl.”
“That’s what a compass is for.” He countered smoothly since he’s had plenty of practice with this kind of bantering back and forth as we began to giggle at the playful exchange.
I was about to respond when Joey’s soft voice cut into our playful bantering. “Um…does it ever bother you when other guys tease you about your size?” He asked innocently and blushing because I don’t think he had intended to speak up.
Billy glanced over towards the younger boy and smiled toothily. “Nah, why should it. I mean it isn’t like Latham or the other guys mean anything by it. We tease each other all the time about all sorts of things. Besides, it isn’t as if I’m going to stay this small down there forever. It’s already bigger than what it used to be and there’s still plenty of time for it to grow more. Maybe it’ll still be smaller than some of the other guys, but it really doesn’t matter. After all, research shows a guy with a smaller pecker lasts longer in the sack and is able to please a girl more often than guys with big ones.” He chuckled, his gaze glancing towards the younger boy’s covered goods with all three of us falling quiet.
“Um…anyway,” Billy began not wanting things to get uncomfortable because the silence had stretched on for a few seconds. “I just came back to say I’m sorry about…uh…you know…earlier in the shower. I didn’t mean anything by it.” He told Joey who looked back at the older boy and shrugged his shoulders.
“Uh…y-yeah…it’s cool.” He replied shyly and blushed before looking away making me smile at the younger boy glad he was doing so well with his first time getting naked in front of the other guys.
My older friend flashed me a look as if he understood how this had been Joey’s first time showering with the rest of us and it had been kind of a difficult thing for him to do. After all it wasn’t too long ago now where all of us had those types of insecure feelings of getting undressed in front of a group of peers. For us it was different though because we were closer in age so for the most part kind of maturing at the same rate. With Joey it was a bit more intimidating because he was smaller and younger.
Turning his attention to me now sensing how Joey was a bit self conscious at the moment Billy smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, another reason why I came back here Latham is to invite you to my birthday party on Saturday. Be sure to bring Marty, you’re invited too Joey. I hope you come.” He added sincerely towards the younger boy before he waved to me and left us alone.
With us once more alone in our little hideaway Joey glanced over towards me with his eyes furled as if he was thinking about the conversation we all just had. “Is that really true?” He asked with me scrunching my face questioningly.
“Is what true?”
“You know…what Billy said about size and pleasing girls.” He clarified with me looking at him in disbelief for a second before busting up and laughing noticing Joey grinning at me not upset at how I thought his question was so funny.
Holding up my hand apologetically I got my giggles under control and rolled my shoulders shaking my head. “Nah, I doubt it. You know how it is…most guys are full of shit when it comes to this kind of stuff. Ninety percent of the stuff they claim regarding sex is a bunch of bull just to stoke their egos. I think he’s probably right about size not mattering in how we can please a girl, it most definitely doesn’t matter for us guys as we’ve just proven.” I hinted with him blushing knowing exactly what I was talking about. “Anyway,” I continued, “Billy’s just being Billy so I’d only believe as much as he can be believed considering who he is.” I chuckled with Joey nodding and smiling back.
The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. After track and field Marty and I headed home with him disappearing into his room and me doing the same. After taking care of homework and a few other urgent needs I turned on my computer to see if Luke was at home as well and literally gushed when his face came on to the screen. We’ve never chatted this much before after my short stays in Eelee, but despite our age difference I was beginning to enjoy our little skype video chats together. Anymore, I looked forward to seeing his face and being able to talk with him about things. I constantly filled him in on Marty’s progress and he was genuinely happy his new friend was doing so well and constantly asked when we’d be coming over again.
One time he let slip how he missed me, and it didn’t come across as in a friend kind of way, but rather more. In a way it had made me feel all giddy inside regarding the way he felt about me and I began to wonder what sort of relationship we may be heading into. It was another one of those conflicting and bewildering moments for me. Lately, the way I was feeling about sex and boys was beginning to make me wonder what exactly my path would be in the future. I found myself close to letting some things slip out to Luke. Our conversations had become so easy going that I found myself beginning to confide with him about a lot of things. Some stuff I managed to keep from him like how I showed the Marty how to jack off because I felt those types of things were kind of private. I thought of telling him about Joey too, but then chickened out at the last minute figuring this was also personal. It was strange how easy it was to talk to Luke about things so I had to be careful not to reveal too much personal information.
A short while after my chat with my friend in Eelee, Pop’s came home with a pizza which kind of made me smile because I had just talked about it today with Joey. We had a pizza last week too so Marty knew what it was and he rubbed his tummy indicating he loved pizza which made us chuckle. After dinner I got a phone call from Joey telling me tomorrow would be fine for me to come over so I told PopPop about the plans and he seemed to think taking Marty to the movies and picking me up afterwards was a good idea. Marty seemed happy about the plans as well. In a way it was good for him to do some things without me.
That night as I slipped under the covers of my bed I reached down between my legs and hesitated. I wasn’t sure if I should jack off or wait. I mean what if Marty wanted to jack off together again. He hadn’t really indicated anything to me, so shrugging my shoulders I figured it was just easier to go ahead and take care of my adolescent needs. Today had me all worked up and it wasn’t long before my thick erection was once more flinging adolescent stringy sticky goop all over my stomach and chest.
This never got old as the images of jacking off Joey in the locker room slowly faded from my fantasies. I laid there on the mattress for several long moments thinking things over and had to giggle because today was a close call for me and Joey. I mean two or three minutes sooner and we would have been busted. Not that Billy would have squealed on us. If anything he probably would have wanted in on the action. Still, it had been a bit dicey and I wondered why I would even risk doing something like that where I could get caught. PopPop had warned me in the past how the brain in a teenager’s head was suddenly taken over by his much smaller brain between his legs. At the time we had both giggled, but he was also serious and I was beginning to understand why.
Even the thought of fucking Joey had entered my thoughts earlier. Not long ago I would have thought the idea nasty and sick, but now not so much. Even getting turned on by Marty had me a bit worried. I mean he had horrible injuries along the back of his thighs and butt, but still when I saw him naked he turned me on. It wasn’t just his body, which I really did think was sexy hot despite his injuries, but I suppose the boy himself. I liked Marty and I guess this was part of my attraction to him.
It wasn’t like with Billy, who I also liked as a friend, but who didn’t turn me on. I guess with Marty it was a combination of things. Billy was just a friend and I didn’t have a sexual attraction to him per se. It didn’t mean I wouldn’t do anything with him if it ever came up, but I’m sure my smaller brain wouldn’t take over my dominant one like it was doing with Joey. All of these thoughts bouncing around in my brain was confusing me even more, so I sighed and focused on cleaning myself up.
A short while later there was a light tapping on my door and I whispered it was alright for Marty to enter. The smaller boy was completely naked with a kind of dazed look still on his features. He sort of wobbled on rubbery legs and even in this lighting I could see how his soft noodle looked a bit pinkish red as if it had just been rubbed vigorously. It was obvious he must have just jacked off in his room, which made me giggle knowingly and shake my head because he hadn’t even bothered putting on his underwear. It made me wonder if he was going to sleep naked with me from now on when his knees buckled making me snigger again and stare at him because this was just too cute.
“What?” He stopped and signed before placing his hand on his naked hips defiantly.
“Nothing, just looks as if someone’s been a bit busy wearing themselves out in their room,” I replied smugly. “So how’d things go?” I asked pointedly with him crawling under the covers and getting settled next to me.
Even the scent of his adolescent sex wafted up into my nose as I closed my eyes breathing him in. It sent a shudder through my body and even though I just finished up as well it didn’t stop my penis from twitching and slowly waking up again. It didn’t get completely stiff, but chubbed up into a semi-wood.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He signed cheekily making me roll my eyes.
“Nah, only if you want to talk about it.” I replied feeling him scooting over on his back and grabbing my arm to wrap it around the back of his neck so he could cuddle up closer yet still keep his hands free so he could talk with me.
“I thought you said these things should be private.” He teased making me smile.
“Yeah it should be which reminds me about something.” I sighed biting my lower lip because I knew Pops wouldn’t agree with me on this one, but I felt it was important.
Even I haven’t disclosed after all these years everything to my therapist. Some things like what actually happened with my kidnapping I suppose maybe I should, but other personal things I felt should belong to only me; especially, anything sexual. I mean it’s only normal to keep my sexual things to myself. It only took me a couple of seconds to come up with a decision, and I finally explained to Marty how I thought maybe some of the sexual things between the two of us he should keep to himself. I tried to explain that what happened between him and me was kind of private and no one’s business. I explained that even though there are a lot of things important to tell the psychiatrist, what happened between the two of us weren’t one of those things.
Trying to convince him to confide in the psychiatrist about his orgasms when the woman beat him was a challenge though now because he asked why that shouldn’t be private. We talked about it for a long time and afterwards I could tell he understood that it was different in some ways. Still, he emphatically indicated he didn’t want to because it scared him and I totally understood because there were still many things about my own kidnapping several years back which frightened me. I didn’t want to push him so told him to think on it some, but in the end it would be his decision.
We both fell silent for several long moments with him tucked up safely in my arm and up against my body. “So, did you squirt when you jacked off in your room just now?” I asked casually with the boy still deep in thought and answering automatically without thinking.
“I think so, just a little.” He replied with me giggling at his admission.
His eyes flew wide and he gave me a gentle shove before signing. “Hey, you tricked me.” He rebuked but was grinning from ear to ear not too upset about it.
“I know, couldn’t help myself. So, how many times did you jack off today?” I asked casually keeping the conversation going and with him holding up three fingers.
“Damn Marty…,” I chuckled shaking my head. “You just learned how to jack off yesterday and already can’t keep your hands off of yourself.” I teased seeing him scrunch up his face in thought.
“Is that too often?” He asked with me trying to stifle my chuckling. “How often do other boys do that? What’s normal?” He earnestly wondered getting serious making me feel guilty now how I teased him about it.
“Who really knows what is normal for boys our age. I suppose it is different for everyone and it also depends on the situation.” I explained.
“So how many times did you…um…,” he paused because he didn’t know the sign for jacking off so simply signed the letter J and then O making me chuckle.
“You really want to know?” I asked grinning at him with the smaller boy giving me a gentle shove.
“Well I told you how many times I did it.” He countered.
“Five.” I replied.
“Really, when?” He asked.
“Well this morning in the bathroom was the first time. In the mornings I used to do it in bed, but with you sleeping next to me it is kind of hard to do that anymore.” I teased with him smiling and giving me another friendly shove. “Then I got really horny after my PE class, so I snuck into the bathroom during track and field.” I chuckled seeing his eyes getting really big kind of shocked I’d take such a risk, but I was in a stall and it is easy to hear when someone comes in. “Then of course when we got home and in my room, then while I was in the shower after you finished.” I added which was my third shower of the day and I really hadn’t needed it since I showered after my track and field practice. Still today I had been super horny because of all the sexual interaction the last couple of days. “Finally just now before you came into my room.” I finished up and looking over towards Marty who had a big grin on his face and signed ‘Wow.’
“So what about you?” I asked giggling with him smiling and giving me a shove again.
The boy paused for a few seconds looking over at me then shrugged. “In the bathroom this morning, in my room when we got home, and just now before coming over to sleep in bed with you. So does this mean I’m normal?” He wondered.
“Marty, you’ve always been normal…don’t ever think otherwise.” I whispered softly with the two of us snuggling up together and falling silent.
Before long I heard the steady rhythmic breathing of the smaller boy as he faded off to sleep. “Don’t ever forget you are a normal boy Marty.” I whispered softly in his ear to emphasize my point before closing my eyes and drifting off as well with the thought of how this had been another wonderful day.
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End of Chapter Thirteen: What’s Normal
Coming soon Chapter Fourteen: Jewels
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EXCERPT FROM GRUESOME REVELATIONS
Tomorrow would be another day and hopefully it will be just as great. My thoughts turned to Joey wondering how he would react in school when we met up again tomorrow because of what had transpired between the two of us. I only hoped that overnight he wouldn’t change his mind and start getting freaked out by what happened after he had time to think things through. He had seemed pleased by the sexual encounter so I was sure this could lead somewhere for us, at least I began to hope it would. Of course there was Sienna, but since she refused to put out I suppose there wasn’t any harm in establishing other ways to find pleasure. I liked Joey and I wanted us to become better friends since he was a pretty cool kid once you got to know him.
My eyes drooped closed and within moments I too was gently dozing with the soft warmth of Marty nuzzled safely in my tender embrace. It had indeed been a wonderful day I whispered softly to myself drifting completely into a slumbering state.
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WHAT’S NORMAL
Morning arrived quietly in our house with my eyes slowly fluttering open. Gazing over towards my clock I knew it was about time for me to start getting up for the start of another school day. Marty was still snuggled up against me, the heat of his body feeling nice and cozy. I was sporting my usual morning semi-wood and I could feel Marty was as well. My thoughts wandered to last night and what the two of us did together. It had been the first time I’ve ever jacked off with another boy before and I kind of enjoyed it. Feeling him all soft and cuddly in my arms, while his semi hard tube pressed up against my side, kind of made me horny which wasn’t all that difficult to do for me first thing after waking up. I was tempted to reach down and get a better feel of him, but I got the sense he wasn’t ready for something like this so reluctantly discarded this line of thought.
Untangling myself from the other boy I eased myself out of bed, careful not to wake him up so he could sleep for a bit longer. With my now full blown thick erection pointing the way I slipped across the hall not even bothering with putting something on. Closing the bathroom door behind me and locking it I made my way over to the toilet. I leaned my left hand on the back wall and angled my body forward slightly so I wouldn’t have to bend my erection so much and slowly began to jack off.
With my fantasies running wild over the recent thoughts and memories of Luke, Marty, and Joey it didn’t take long for the familiar tingling sensations to course through my body. It began in the depths of my ball sack with my testicles churning and then flowed outwards throughout my body like a current with the familiar pinprick like tickling sensations forming all over the surface of my skin. Before long I could feel that euphoric burning sensation ripping along the inside of my hardened tuber before my opaque seminal fluid exploded from the tip of my flared out knob. Each pulsing twitch of my penis and contraction of my testicles was quickly followed by the familiar splashing noise when the white like stringy globules were forcefully expelled from my spongy tenders and through my thick tube to splash noisily into the watery bowl of the toilet.
There were three distinct strong splattering sounds of cum striking water and then nothing with my pulses spitting out blanks now and only producing the usual slight oozing of leftovers which coated my pumping fist. With one final contraction and shuddering of my body the deed was done with the lingering sensation of rapture slowly dissipating. This euphoric feeling was something I’d never get tired of as I now felt the familiar buildup of urine on my bladder. With my penis having gone limp I relaxed and allowed my bladder to empty out. I watched as the familiar pounding of urine splashed into the water intermingling with the floating clumps of stringy cum inside the toilet bowl. With a few squeezes to eek out the last remnants of cum and urine from my balls and bladder, I shook off before reaching for the toilet paper.
I’ve gotten pretty good at not creating a mess around the toilet since I’ve been doing this now every morning for a while, but I still needed to wipe away the slimy mess from my right hand and boy bits. Cleaning myself up I tossed the soiled tissue into the toilet, grabbed some more of the papery stuff running it around the rim of the porcelain bowl just to be sure, and tossed it in as well before I flushed.
Sliding over to the sink I rinsed off my hands, brushed my teeth, and got combed before heading back to my room with a damp towel. Stepping silently inside, I closed the door behind me and made my way to the dresser drawer pulling out a pair of blue colored boxer briefs. I was discovering I preferred them over the loose boxers for running around in while enjoying wearing the boxers when lounging about since they felt more like regular shorts. Sliding my legs into the openings I pulled them up and tucked away my now satiated stout soldier and two amigos.
Sitting on the edge of my bed I set down the wet rag and picked up the tube of ointment I used on Marty. Ever since we had come home the two of us had sort of settled into a routine. At night I’d rub the ointment over him and took the tube with me to my room since I knew he would be joining me later. In the morning after getting cleaned up I’d rub the ointment over him again before waking him up. He never really was completely asleep when I rubbed it over him, but it didn’t seem to bother him when I tugged the back of his underwear down to do it.
The smaller boy was still dozing comfortably and had shifted on his stomach. Pulling the covers down I realized it would be easier this morning since he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I quickly rubbed the ointment all over the back of his thighs and butt cheeks. His wounds were rapidly healing and before long only the horizontal white like weal marks is all that would be left noticeable on him. Putting the cap back on the tube I set it aside and wiped my hands with the damp towel before drying them on the blanket.
Despite the gruesome markings of abuse on Marty’s body he was still really cute and I couldn’t help but be turned on by the sexiness of the boy sprawled out naked on the bed. I couldn’t help myself because I saw past his awful injuries to the boy himself. Reaching out I gently ran my right hand lightly along his back noticing the goose bumps forming all along his skin. The long haired boy sighed softly and a small smile spread over his features. It was amazing just how only a couple of weeks of tender care could have such a positive healthy affect on a boy. When I had first met him his skin had that sort of sickly translucent and pallid look about it. Now it had pinked up taking on a healthier glow. It felt soft and smooth beneath my fingers and for the first time I noticed those fine blonde like filaments along either side of his spine and a little up along his shoulders.
It was getting to be about that time for him to be getting up so I stopped rubbing my right hand along his back and placed them on the mattress along his side to support my weight as I leaned over. “Hey sleepy head, it’s time to get up.” I whispered softly brushing my lips lightly along his warm cheek and kissing him tenderly.
Marty had felt the familiar cool sensation of ointment being rubbed gently on him and knew it was Latham getting him ready for a fresh start to the morning. He kind of enjoyed this part of the morning, but knew this wouldn’t last much longer with his wounds healing up. It kind of made him feel sad about it because he liked the way it felt when Latham touched him. Even now he could feel his soft thingy hardening and squirming around as he smiled because it kind of felt nice pressed up against the mattress.
The other boy was now rubbing his back and he could feel the goose bumps forming on his skin. This felt really nice too and he didn’t want it to end, but he heard the soft whisperings from Latham gently urging him to wake up. Marty rolled over on to his back keenly aware of his nakedness and also how his hard thingy was exposed openly to the other boy. He yawned and stretched not really concerned about the other boy seeing him hard anymore. Actually, he kind of enjoyed the idea of how Latham looked at him when he was naked. Opening his eyes while he stretched he noticed how the other boy was looking at his hard thingy and it excited him to know the bigger boy liked seeing him naked.
This reminded him about the previous evening and he smiled at the memory. The other boy had studied his hard thingy closely and for some reason it kind of made him feel thrilled when that happened. He enjoyed the way the other boy looked at him. Last night had been such a wonderful new experience, and he was glad Latham had been there to show him how to get those wonderful tingling sensations.
Watching Latham while the bigger boy stared at his erection made Marty feel really nice inside. He could tell by the way the other boy was looking at him that Latham wanted to touch him down there. The thought of the other boy touching his hard thingy didn’t really upset him and he wouldn’t mind it happening. It actually kind of appealed to Marty, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that sort of thing yet since he was just now getting comfortable with the notion of the other boy seeing his thingy hard.
Finishing up with his stretch and settling on his back the smaller boy smiled at Latham who seemed totally transfixed at the moment. He took a moment to study the bigger boy’s features something he’s done a lot from the first day the two of them had met. He liked what he saw. There was a kind of ruggedness to the other boy’s features, but also softness just below the surface which he found very pleasing. He really liked the boy’s gentle muted green eyes which always looked at him with such kindness. They could turn playful really quick as well, another thing he really liked about Latham. He really appreciated the other boy a lot and Marty was glad it was Latham who had found him out in the woods.
“Good morning,” he signed to Latham who suddenly glanced over and blushed cutely.
“Good morning,” he heard the other boy respond easily.
Marty squirmed out from under the other boy noticing Latham sit up allowing him to do the same. He felt an itch and reached down pinching the tip of his knob and quivered because it sort of felt nice. There was the familiar sensation of needing to go pee, so without a second thought he padded over towards the door and opening it up paused looking down the hallway to make sure PopPop wasn’t lurking in the hallway before dashing across and into the bathroom.
He wasn’t too worried about the man hanging around upstairs because he slept downstairs on the main floor and rarely bothered him or Latham up here; especially, not first thing in the morning. Pinching the tip of his hard thingy again Marty shivered feeling the stirrings of those familiar tingling sensations. It reminded him of last night when he was rubbing it with his fingers and he began to wonder if maybe he could do it again in the bathroom since it was so hard. Latham had told him he does that sort of thing several times a day when he can find some privacy so it had to be a normal thing for a boy to do. The thought appealed to him as he stepped in front of the toilet wondering how he should go about it. The other boy wasn’t here to show him what he should do, but thinking on it some he sort of had a good idea of how to go about it.
It was amazing how quickly the day seemed to fly by one moment while at other times dragged on. I was anxious to meet up with Joey today after what happened in the locker room yesterday. I was both excited and worried about it, but mostly excited as my thoughts turned back to earlier this morning with Marty. The smaller boy had been so damn cute. When he rolled on his back and stretched I couldn’t help but stare and admire his nice little boy stiffie recalling how it had spat out a little droplet of cum the previous evening for the very first time. It meant his body was finally in the firm grips of puberty and would soon be changing. I could tell it had pleased the smaller boy and it made me happy for him.
He was so cute when he sat up pinching the tip of his hard little boy pecker and it had made my own penis twitch lustfully. Watching him from behind making his way towards the door completely naked was just too cute. Even his scars didn’t distract from the way he had peeped out the door to make sure no one else was around before traipsing over to the bathroom. In any other circumstance it was just something so normal, yet with him it was a reminder of just how special this simple behavior represented. Watching Marty behaving so normal was a very good sign of things to come.
While Marty got cleaned up I managed to make the bed and get dressed. By the time I was done the smaller boy came walking into my room on rubbery legs and no longer sporting a little boy erection. He had a goofy smile on his face with a dazed look and had a glowing aura about him. I just about busted a gut because I immediately knew he was up to way more than simply getting cleaned up in the bathroom this morning. Even though I hadn’t actually seen the deed or heard anything, I knew he had jacked off and busted a nut in the bathroom. It made me curious to know if he had managed to squirt again like last night. I wasn’t about to ask him though since this really was something private he had done. After all he had done it behind closed doors which any normal boy our age typically does.
For me though it did add to the sense of him actually beginning to do normal things for a boy his age. Well, that is to say what I considered normal because who was I to say what is normal for a boy our age. I’m sure there are plenty in our society who frown on such behaviors by boys, not wanting to admit we are sexual creatures who are horny all the time. I knew I sure was, and by the sounds of it, so were plenty of my other friends. We of course thought it normal behavior to find ourselves with our hands down the front of our pants pulling on our spuds, well at least in private.
The memory of Marty all boned up this morning had me sporting my own erection now as I made my way down the school hallway keeping an eye out for the smaller boy. It was lunch time and we always met up and sat together along with some of my other friends. Today I had another mission in mind as I spotted Marty with him smiling when he saw me and giving me a quick hug. I got a couple of looks from some of the other kids standing close by, but they didn’t say anything. This was something I’d have to talk to him about. Most everyone in school knew the situation and sort of gave us some slack with some things, but that wouldn’t last and before long people would begin to gossip.
Marty looked at me questioningly when I headed in the opposite direction of the lunch room and towards one of the plaza areas. Our school had a few of these open like side areas inside our building with big windows letting in plenty of light. These small atrium spaces were kind of nice with plenty of plants giving it a more relaxed feeling along with a table or two and some chairs. Sometimes a group of kids would gather together in these areas to study or chat.
“Where are we going?” Marty signed a little awkwardly since he was carrying his sack lunch, and looking at me questioningly as we passed up the first atrium which had several kids sitting around and chatting, with me taking a quick look before heading onwards.
“I’m looking for a friend of mine and figured we could sit with him and have lunch for a change of pace.” I explained with the smaller boy shrugging his shoulders indicating he didn’t have any problems with my suggestion.
Pausing for a moment I tried to think and got an idea. There was another large atrium area down the end of this main hallway, but I veered off into a side passage remembering a smaller one at the end, which was a bit secluded from the hub of activity. Marty was looking around because he’s never been down this way before and as we approached the end I noticed someone sitting by a small table stooped over reading a book while eating a sandwich. It was who I was looking for and I smiled getting a bit excited.
As we approached I began to get butterflies in my stomach wondering how the younger boy would react to me today. I’ve been bouncing off the walls with nervousness because even though he said we were cool yesterday a lot could change overnight after having done something like we did together in the locker room. When the boy looked up he furled his eyebrows for a moment and then grinned broadly his whole face lighting up.
“Hey Latham, what are you doing around here?” He asked casually as if nothing big had happened yesterday, but obviously happy to see me, which made me sigh in relief.
“Hey Joey,” I acknowledged reaching out and giving him the typical knuckle bump greeting. “Actually I was looking for you. I was hoping we could join you for lunch.” I offered up and motioned towards my long haired cohort. “By the way this is Marty. I don’t think the two of you have met yet.” I added with Joey actually standing up respectfully and reaching out his hand.
“No we haven’t…,” He stated casually still holding out his hand.
Marty paused for a moment because he wasn’t used to the whole greeting thing yet and most everyone else I had introduced him to in school usually only gave him a casual nod. Joey however was trying to be very respectful. Most of the other kids would have probably sniggered thinking it odd, but I thought it was actually cool of Joey because it indicated he showed interest in the other boy in addition to respect.
“Remember, I told you sometimes people will shake hands in greeting Marty. It’s a mutual sign of respect.” I instructed with the long haired boy flashing me a smile and reaching out.
Both of them clasped hands and Joey shook it flashing Marty a big grin and nodding his head. “Great to finally meet you.” He stated motioning for us to take a seat in the other chairs and sitting back down as well.
It was really cool of Joey not to say anything about the other boy not understanding how to greet others. He simply took a seat waiting for us to get situated before providing another nice gesture by actually addressing Marty first.
“So I understand you are staying with Latham and his grandfather. How do you like it over there?” He asked casually with no hint of judgment only making idle conversation.
Marty paused for a moment not sure how to react because everyone always referred their questions to him through me not even bothering to look at him as if he were more an afterthought. Joey however was looking straight at Marty waiting patiently for a reply. It became obvious to Marty that this new boy was focusing on him so he hesitantly raised his hand and began to sign with Joey’s eyes momentarily widening in astonishment.
“Whoa dude you are like signing really well after only a couple of weeks.” Joey spoke up while also surprising me because he actually hand signed back to Marty who also was a bit shocked by this turn of events. “It took me like forever to pick up as many words as you know. I learned a while back because I have a cousin who is deaf. I’m a bit rusty though because we had to move away. Did you really only start like two weeks ago?” He asked Marty who smiled and nodded his head signing back in the affirmative.
“Whoa, that’s really cool Marty and I’m glad you like staying with Latham.” Joey added before shooting me a sly look. “But of course you have to say that since he’s sitting right here. Later when he isn’t around you can give me the real scoop on how it is over there.” He smirked flashing a wily grin while Marty furled his eyes and emphatically began to sign a bit defensively saying he really did like staying with me.
The long haired boy glanced at me with a hurt look on his face and I lifted up my hand to calm him down. “Whoa-whoa, Marty; It’s all good. Joey was only joking around with you. It’s what friends do.” I began seeing Joey flashing me a glance with his face getting a sincere look on it because of the “friend’ comment. “You’ve seen me do that before with some of my friends.” I continued to explain with Joey reaching out and placing his hand on the other boy’s arm for a second before signing and speaking at the same time.
“Listen Marty, I’m sorry. That was a bad joke for me to toss out there; especially, since we just met and you don’t know me all that well. Will you forgive me?” He asked with Marty beaming at Joey and patting the other boy’s arm while nodding his head.
“No, it is my fault. Sometimes I…I…,” he began to sign looking for the right words with Joey smiling back and shrugging his shoulders.
“Don’t worry about spelling or finishing the sign. I know what you mean and I’m glad we are both cool then.” He finished with Marty grinning back and nodding his head.
“Yes…cool.” He responded obviously taking a liking to Joey with our conversation getting more casual for a bit while we began to munch on our lunch.
After a few minutes I finally brought up the topic I wanted to talk about. “Joey, the reason why I came looking for you is because I wanted to talk to you before we met up in Social Studies class and I didn’t want the others to know about it. I was wondering if you’ve partnered up with someone else yet on the end of the school year social studies assignment.” I asked seeing him glancing my way and shrugging his shoulders.
At the beginning of the school year our teacher told everyone that at the end of the year we had to turn in a twenty page report on any topic of our choosing related to any of the subjects we discussed in class. Of course no one ever started that soon and always did these types of reports a few weeks before school got out. Since it was a major project our teacher stated if we wanted he’d allow us to pair up with another student.
A couple of kids who had mediocre grades had asked me if I’d be interested in joining, acting as if I’d benefit from the alliance with them, but I kindly declined noticing the same kids had asked Joey first since everyone knew the younger boy was smart as a whip. At the time the younger boy had politely declined as well.
“If you haven’t started on anything yet we could do something together…I mean if you’d like to work with me.” I added with him setting his sandwich down and nodding.
“Well I’ve started to look into a few topics already and have sort of settled on something I think.” He replied with me sighing nodding my head a tad disappointed.
“That’s cool, just thought I’d ask because I figured it could be kind of fun to do it together. It’s all good though.” I replied with Joey shaking his head.
“No, I mean, it would be cool with me if you wanted to do something together. I really haven’t started anything, just sort of looked into some stuff. I think it’s cool doing something new with you.” He responded and when I cocked my head to the side giving him a sly grin he sort of caught on to his last statement regarding doing new stuff with me and blushed. “I mean…you know the assignment, not um…you know…the other stuff.” He added with me trying not to bust a gut while keeping a straight face.
“Oh…so you didn’t like our last project we did together?” I asked looking hurt.
“What no…I mean yes…I,” he began with me no longer able to hold it in as I began to laugh my ass off and him starting to giggle as well once he figured out I was only messing with him.
He continued sniggering shaking his head. “You really are a twat you know.” He huffed glancing over towards Marty to make sure the boy wasn’t hurt by the comment he directed towards me.
It was obvious Marty didn’t understand our ‘inside joke’ and of course he wouldn’t, but he was smiling getting the gist of how we were just joking around with each other. I was glad Marty could experience just the normal every day kind of teasing and joshing around between boys our age. It was another one of those typical kinds of things which made other people wonder what was considered normal. Sometimes with my other friends it got a bit nasty, but with Joey it was more reserved and it was obvious Marty kind of liked the type of friendship I had with the younger boy more so than some of my other buddies.
“Anyway, tomorrow is Friday so how about if you come over to my house and we can get some things done. If you want you can even spend the night.” I added hopefully and glancing over towards Marty realized he didn’t understand the concept of a sleepover.
“Oh…um…Marty sometimes friends will spend the night over at a friend’s house. It’s kind of like being able to get together and hang out overnight just to have some fun and stuff. Even though Joey would be coming over and we’d be doing some homework; afterwards, we could maybe order some pizza, eat snacks, play games, and maybe rent some movies. You know just sort of hang out together and him sleeping over at the house.” I tried to explain with the long haired boy smiling and signing.
“Oh, like me staying with you and Pops?” He asked
“Yeah exactly, but unlike you he’d actually be going home the following day.” I teased.
Marty’s face crumpled misunderstanding what I meant. “Oh crap, no I didn’t mean it that way,” I began to apologize when his face suddenly changed and he grinned back at me making me roll my eyes.
“Geeze,” I groaned looking over towards Joey. “And here you are thinking I’m such a twat Joey.” I chuckled with me and Joey laughing and Marty smiling at how he had gotten me with a joke of his own. “God, I’m going to have to really be careful from here on out.” I sighed giving the smaller long haired boy a gentle shove. “Anyway,” I turned my attention back to Joey. “How about it?” I asked with him furling his eyebrows.
“I…um,” he began looking apologetically. “I’m not sure that will work. I mean my mom might have to work and all, so it probably won’t work out so well.” He added with me realizing I wasn’t sure what the situation was for him at home.
Thinking on it I seemed to recall him perhaps living in that neighborhood in the other direction where all the apartments were located. I wasn’t sure if he had any brothers and sisters or what his parents were like since I’ve never met any of them. Come to think of it I seemed to recall him only refer to his mom yesterday when I had taken the pictures and video of him covered from head to toe in chalk. I said ‘his mom and dad would get a kick out of it’ and for some reason I seemed to recall him saying ‘his mom would love it.’ I’m not sure if this meant his dad wasn’t around or what, but it didn’t matter I suppose.
“Oh…well I understand.” I responded trying not to pry or get into it since I figured he had his reasons why he couldn’t come over. “Well, I’m sure I can catch a ride from Pops so if you want I can come over to your place and hang out, with him picking me up afterwards.” I suggested noticing Marty seemed to get bummed out by the suggestion.
“Besides, it will be a great opportunity for Pops to hang out with Marty for a bit. I’m sure if he behaves…,” I gave the smaller boy a teasing shove, “I can even talk PopPop into taking him to a movie or something with them picking me up afterwards. I don’t think Marty’s ever been to a movie theater before.” I suggested with the idea seeming to appeal to the other boy since I’ve mentioned that sort of thing to him a time or two.
Joey sort of watched the interplay between the two of us and was smiling as if thinking it was pretty cool. Focusing on the younger boy I waited for him to respond noticing how he was thinking on it before he shrugged his shoulders.
“Yeah, I suppose that’ll be cool. I’ll ask mom and give you a call later on tonight so your grandfather can work it out with his schedule and figure out which movie is playing.”
“Cool let’s exchange numbers.” I suggested pulling my phone out of my pocket and seeing Joey furl his eyebrows.
“I…um…I don’t have a cell.” He confessed looking a little embarrassed about it since most kids in our school had their own cell phones.
Shrugging my shoulders I didn’t make a big deal of it. “That’s alright,” I told him honestly because I only got one just recently myself.
Tearing a part of my lunch bag I dug out a pencil and wrote down my phone number and handed it over to Joey. “Cool,” He smiled at me looking at it for a second to make sure he could read all the numbers before tucking it away in his pocket and suddenly remembering something.
“Speaking of phones,” He began, glancing towards Marty and choosing his words carefully. “Those…um…pictures…you know.” He looked at me his cheeks turning red while I chuckled waving off his concerns.
“Don’t worry they aren’t on my phone.” I assured him failing to mention I had downloaded them on my computer. “Well, that is unless you are talking about the ones with the whole chalk incident.” I added with him giggling while Marty frowned. “Would it be alright?” I asked nodding my head towards the long haired boy with Joey rolling his shoulders indicating it would be alright.
Smiling broadly, I leaned over and showed Marty the pictures along with the video of Joey covered head to toe in chalk dust. Even Joey scooted around the table and leaned over my back to watch the small screen on my phone. We were all busting a gut with Marty grinning from ear to ear.
“What happened?” He signed with us explaining the whole cleaning up project which pretty much ended with Joey having a bag of powdery chalk landing on top of his head.
“Hey, you said you don’t have a cell phone but what about your…um…mom?” I asked only referring to her since that is all he had mentioned. “Does she have one and should I send these to her?” I asked with him getting excited and pulling a chair next to mine.
“Could you?” He chirped excitedly while I smiled back since the idea made him happy.
“Um…sure no problems, but here, if you want you can send it to her yourself. Maybe she’ll text you back.” I suggested with him getting so excited he gave me a quick hug before blushing because guys just didn’t do that sort of thing, but I didn’t say anything simply handing my phone to him watching as he eagerly sent her a text message along with the pictures and video.
Sure enough a couple of minutes later his mom texted back with a bunch of emoticons indicating she thought it was hilarious. A few seconds later she wondered whose phone this belonged to. They texted back and forth several times with her finally saying she had to go, but was happy he had a good friend who let him use his phone and who had shared these pictures and videos. She sent her love and also thanked me. With that Joey handed me my phone back.
“Thanks Latham, that was so cool.” He smiled at me while I shrugged.
“No problem Joey and you can use my phone whenever you want.” I told him with us finishing up noting the time and realizing it was time to get going since I had to walk Marty back to his class before meeting up with Joey in Social Studies.
With only a couple of classes left before PE, the time had come and gone quickly. Now that our volleyball competition of the day was finally wrapping up I was kind of anxious to see if Joey would actually go through with his assertion of showering with the rest of us. Not that it really mattered if he didn’t since I wouldn’t pressure him into doing something he wasn’t comfortable with, but I hoped my assurance yesterday of him being just fine down there would help him get over that shy phase. He knew my threat of sending out naked pictures was only a tease, so essentially it would still be up to him if he showered with us or not.
After the Coach blew the whistle for us to get cleaned up, he reminded us to make sure and take home our gym clothes. Some kids always wore theirs for the entire week which I thought was kind of nasty, and since PE class was only from Monday through Thursdays with us having an early day out on Friday, he always sent a gentle reminder for everyone to take home their clothes to get washed. I took mine home everyday since I had several changes of our school’s official gym shorts and shirt.
Making my way to the locker with a towel in hand I was kind of disappointed because Joey hadn’t shown up. I quickly peeled out of my clothes and started to wrap the towel around my waist when I saw him coming around the corner and stop. His eyes were immediately drawn towards my nakedness and I saw him visibly swallowing before making his way towards his locker and taking a seat.
“I…um,” he began glancing up into my eyes before they dipped down taking in my soft thick penis and semi-loose hanging scrotum sack.
It sort of flattered me how Joey was checking me out and the younger boy blushed tearing his gaze away because he was sort of perving on me. I could tell he was nervous about what to do, and it wasn’t my intention to make him feel as if he had to go through a promise he made sort of at my playful coercion. Sighing, I sat down next to him draping the towel over my lap and wrapping my arm around his shoulder in support.
“Listen, you don’t have to do this. The promise you made yesterday doesn’t count and it really doesn’t matter to me since you are so shy. As far as I’m concerned we are still cool, besides, you were totally brave yesterday.” I told him sincerely getting up and making my way into the showers where several of my friends were already washing up, with some as usual having fun at the expense of one or the other, while others simply cleaned up in silence before hurrying off to get going to wherever they needed to get to.
Stepping off to the side and getting under the warm water I could hear Billy like always yakking it up with some of our other friends. As usual he tended to take the brunt of the teasing, but never seemed to mind and always dished it right back. He was of course smaller than most of the other guys not only in height and weight, but also what he was packing between his legs. Not that he was really all that puny down there or anything.
Strange, but I never really paid too much attention to Billy in that regard. We were friends and all, but even now that I’ve been sort of checking out boys he just didn’t seem to be my type. He wasn’t ugly or anything and I loved his personality, but in a sexual context I don’t think I’d be able to think of him in that sort of way. There were some of my friends I’d thought maybe I’d be willing to fool around with, but not Billy.
Glancing over towards him and taking a look I had to chuckle because several of the guys had encircle Billy and was shoving him around teasingly. My eyes took a quick look at his soft floppy jiggling around as he got tousled about and I actually thought he was fairly average, maybe slightly on the small side, but not by much. Maybe it looked smaller than it was because he seemed to have a large puffy ball sack with taut skin that hugged up against his body.
I suppose before puberty hit him he was actually pretty puny down there just like Jimmy had said yesterday at the bleachers with a little boy pecker about an inch long and a small ball sack. I guess like with many boys though once puberty hit things sort of matured for him down there. Thinking on it now though I suppose he was still kind of small in the pecker department, but nothing I’d really consider puny. The latest development for him was that his pubes were just now starting to come in so a lot of the guys still teased him about his little Mount Baldy, but he never seemed to mind the friendly bantering.
Turning back around and facing the wall I began to soap up my body and rinsed off before getting shampooed. Sticking my head under the shower head I rinsed it out before taking a small step back and wiping the water out of my eyes. I saw a figure stepping up to the shower head next to me and when I glanced over I smiled because it was Joey. He looked really nervous, but he flashed me a quick smile making sure to keep his back turned to the rest of the guys in the shower.
Glancing down I got a decent side angle of his soft penis sticking outwards from his body while his small testicles dangled loosely between his legs. Not wanting to get caught staring by the other guys I turned my back to the wall leaning back and rinsing out my hair some more while Joey began to soap up his body.
“Whoa, did you guys see that?” I heard Billy’s good natured taunting voice which made me roll my eyes because I knew he had zeroed in on Joey.
Even though I liked Billy sometimes his timing was just off and I hoped he wouldn’t start in on the younger boy too harshly. “What?” I heard one of the guys ask casually thinking maybe Billy was up to his usual antics and not really paying too much attention to him.
“Joey finally came out of hiding and it looks like we got a new king of the mountain. He’s hairless up front, just like good ole Mount Baldy.” He teased not realizing how it was upsetting Joey, which now made me feel bad since I had talked him into this.
If I didn’t do something to diffuse the situation it could make Joey self conscious and regret taking the risk of exposing himself in front of us older boys. “Oh come on Billy lay off him already. Besides, you don’t have much to brag about either. I mean you’ve got what, all of two strands around the base of your little mini-me pecker.” I teased directing the attention away from Joey and on to Billy who I knew could handle the teasing and to no one’s surprise my friend rose to the occasion.
“Hey, not fair. I’ve got all of three I’ll have you know. I counted them personally, just this morning.” He retorted easily sending us all into a fit of laughter.
Glancing towards Joey I noticed him giggling too as he glanced at me and mouthed, “Thanks,” with me mouthing back, “No worries, he’s just a boob.”
Billy was now bent over studiously fingering his small patch and counting pointedly. “See, one-two-three,” he finished pretending to count his small blond like curly strands.
Of course he had more down there than just three, but it was all fun and games at this point. Now that he was standing in front of me I could tell his penis was slightly longer than Joey’s, but his ball sack which hugged his body tightly looked kind of big on his small frame making his penis look puny. His rounded mound looked almost about as big around as a small sized orange cut in half. It almost was as if he had a swollen ball sack from being kicked in the nuts or something, which was another one of those things we’ve been teasing him about lately. Like his penis it used to be small, about the size of a lemon, but when puberty hit the damn thing just swelled up on him.
“Yeah, and that’s about as high as you can count.” Someone else interjected with everyone busting up again including Joey who glanced over his shoulders to take a peep at Billy who simply smiled and stuck his tongue out at us.
“Well of course. That’s about as high as a guy needs to know how to count.” He countered.
“Yeah, and that’s why your hard pecker won’t ever be bigger than three inches and why you won’t ever need to learn how to count higher than three.” Another one of my buddies teased with several of us sniggering again because we all knew that’s about as big he got down there when he popped one since he never bothered hiding it when he got hard.
Joey once again glanced over his shoulders taking a look at Billy realizing the older boy’s pecker wasn’t all that much bigger than his and I could see how this information sort of resonated with the younger boy. It even seemed to embolden him because he actually turned around with his back now towards the wall exposing his nakedness to everyone else. I could tell he was still nervous, but he sort of relaxed when he realized no one was taking any notice of him now. There were a few furtive glances towards his way as most of the guys sort of took the typical little peeping glances at the smaller boy, but nothing to make Joey feel uncomfortable about it. Besides, we all tended to do that sort of thing just to size people up.
“Exactly, you’re learning.” Billy teased back without missing a beat. “Besides, a guy doesn’t need any more than that to satisfy a girl all proper like,” with all of us rolling our eyes now because he was constantly bragging about how his little hard pecker has poked several virginal pussies at this point, of course all girls from somewhere else though.
We knew he was full of shit just like the rest of us when it came to bragging about girls and pussies. We were guys after all, so of course we stretched the truth a bit, well to be honest, we stretched it a lot since just about all of us were still virgins and we all knew it.
For all his talk Billy was still a virgin too, but it was just part of the game. If we were to believe him at all then at this point, according to my count, he’s had to have fucked at least eight different virginal girls just this school year. No way would he remotely be getting that kind of action with that many girls. He was right about one thing though; when it came right down to it size really didn’t matter all that much when it came to sexual gratification of one sort or another. Of course, for most of us it was important to have a big one, but Billy simply wasn’t one of those guys who seemed to care about how big he was down there, and actually seemed to enjoy the fact he was on the small side.
After that things settled down quickly with the teasing having petered out. Other than a few glances Joey’s way, no one even commented one way or the other. Most of the guys were pretty cool about that sort of thing, picking up on who they could tease and goof around with and who preferred to be left alone. Even though Billy had sort of started in on Joey at the beginning he also picked up on how the younger boy was a bit on the sensitive side in this regard so also let things drop.
Since I was finished I left Joey alone in the shower; slipping away quietly and unnoticed while his head was under the water. Grabbing my towel I dried off in the outer room and headed towards the lockers located in the back and away from everyone else who were still crammed in like sardines in their few rows off to the side in a small area of the room. I wasn’t worried about leaving Joey alone because I knew none of the guys would be teasing him or anything now, simply leaving him alone to finish off with his shower in peace. It was important for me to leave him alone for part of his shower so he would realize he could do this on his own. I sensed it would help him overcome his shyness.
Opening up my locker I took a look in the small mirror I had attached inside the door and got combed real quick before removing my towel and wiping down my body again since I was still a little damp. Slipping into underwear, shirts, and shorts, I took a seat so I could put on my socks and shoes. Just then Joey rounded the corner of the lockers with the towel wrapped around his waist and hesitated in the aisle still a little wet from the shower. I had to admit he looked sexy hot with his pale skin glistening damply and a small bulge just visible in the front of his white towel.
The boy smiled hesitantly at me before scooting along the aisle and stopping in front of his locker. “Um…thanks Latham for…uh…you know…in the shower with Billy.” He whispered softly glancing towards me and blushing with reddened cheeks.
Damn, he was just so cute. “Yeah, no worries. Besides, Billy was just being…well Billy.” I chuckled with the younger boy smiling and nodding his head while he opened up his locker and began rummaging through it.
My eyes took in his trim physique with long arms and legs. I loved those thin legs as I recalled how it had felt to run my hands up that spindly length sending a shiver up and down my spine. His body still glistened damply and I could make out those fine little hairs all along his arms and legs. It wasn’t a lot, not like I’ve seen on other kids, just a few along his pale colored skin. My eyes were once more drawn to his long legs which disappeared beneath this towel that barely hung over the upper part of his thighs. I knew how they stretched all the way up to his crotch and cute little butt which currently protruded roundly just beneath the towel he had wrapped around his waist.
I couldn’t control my urges and leaning over slipped my hand between Joey’s legs from behind, just beneath the edge of the towel easing it upwards. The unsuspecting younger boy suddenly jolted and let out a small squeak which he immediately squelched when my left hand cupped his balls and soft penis from below. When his body jolted forward it bumped into the locker making a bit of a rattling noise. I felt his soft fleshy two plus inch penis immediately inflate to just under three inches. He was still damp down there and it felt kind of squishy in my fingers, but damn there was just something excitingly sexy hot about feeling him up like this when there was a risk of getting caught.
My mind screamed because this was kind of a dangerous thing to do, but I couldn’t help myself, those hormonal urges taking hold of my mind damning and daring any consequences. “Oh…oh fuck,” Joey’s voice hissed in surprise before he began to moan because he was enjoying the sensations of getting felt up like this.
The smaller boy leaned forward a little and spread apart his knees giving me even more access. I was pretty sure he wasn’t even aware he had done it, only reacting to his body’s current needs. Sliding over on the bench until I was behind him and had a better angle I wrapped my right arm around the front of his right leg and tucked it beneath the towel snaking upwards. Releasing his stiff twitching penis and fleshy ball bag from my left hand I replaced it with my right one feeling him jolt again when my fingers twirled around the tip of his twitching knob giving it a bit of a tweak. Joey’s knees buckled slightly and with my left hand around the front of his waste I pulled him closer towards the bench. He didn’t resist and I shifted my left leg over the bench and draped it on the other side wriggling it in the small space between the bench and the back wall. With another slight tug Joey took a seat as well and when I drew him up against my chest he also draped his legs on either side of the bench and leaned back moaning softly because my fingers were still massaging his soft hacky sack and very rigid flag pole.
With his back snuggled up against my chest Joey’s body slumped into me while his head settled heavily on my left shoulder and chest. My left arm wrapped around the front of his stomach and chest, rubbing it gently before I slowly dipped it downwards cupping his fleshy purse in the palm of my hand. My right arm was still wrapped around his front between his legs, with my fingers fondling his extremely hot, rigid, and rubbery peg.
The boy’s body shook and rattled and he spread open his knees giving me more access, which exposed him to anyone who rounded our lockers. My left cheek was pressed up against his right one and I could feel the heat from his face as he began to sweat. His perspiration blended with the dampness all over his body from the shower giving off that sort of sweet soapy aroma intermingled with undertones of youthful musky boy sex scent. Even his small racquet ball sized boy sack felt pliable and squishy all slicked up with dampness as I slowly rolled around his cherry sized testicles with my left fingers. At the same time I began rubbing his slicked up glossy rigid pole with the two fingers and thumb of my right hand. Joey swallowed hard and sighed softly with his arms twitching as the exhilarating sensations began to bubble up inside his ball sack and boy penis slowly spreading outwards through his small body.
Glancing downwards my breath caught in my chest because the younger boy’s towel had hitched upwards partially exposing his sweaty ball sack and lustrous thin erection. The dampness of the shower and perspiration created that sort of slicked up sensation along the boy’s rigid length as I began to jack off his sleek pole. Joey also looked down and realized he was really exposed and vulnerable at the moment.
“Latham…I…I,” he shivered the sensation of me starting to stroke his short tuber catching up to him. “W-we should stop,” he hissed. “W-what if someone catches us?” He asked feebly his hands settling softly on top of my arms.
Of course he was right and I knew it, but I was a teenager and what the brain in our head told us sometimes simply wasn’t enough with what our other smaller brain in the nether region was telling us. My penis inside of my jeans pressed up obscenely against the stiff fabric aching for release. It wanted in on the action, but it had to be satisfied for now being all tucked away. I was sure Joey could feel it pressing up against his lower back, but we were both too far gone with what we were doing.
“Then we better make this quick, besides no one ever comes back here so if we are quiet about this then we can bust your nut, you’d like that right?.” I whispered back releasing his erection for a moment and reaching for the towel where it was tucked up against his waist already knowing the answer as he confirmed it by nodding his head.
Tugging on the fabric it came loose and I opened it up exposing the boy completely to the elements. I draped the ends of the towel over my thighs and looked down at all of Joey’s glory. He wasn’t big by any means, but he had a decent enough size for a boy his age. His hard sleek glistening erection was plastered up against the pale skin of his hairless pubic mound. Small beads of dampness and sweat had formed all along the top of his blank slate and just beneath the surface I could see those fine blue veins like the glazing on fine porcelain. His little nuggets sheathed protectively in their brownish pink casing sagged softly between his sprawled out legs.
Reaching down with my left hand I placed my right finger a couple of inches below his slightly hanging boy tonsils rubbing up against his perineum, the line which ran from his rose bud all the way to his undercarriage. Joey began to squirm because this was something new and he seemed to enjoy how it felt as I lightly massaged the thin line up and down even brushing up against his pink grommet. I felt his iris contract at my light touch and it made me wonder what it would feel like to actually stick my thick cock up his butt. I’ve never thought about fucking a boy before and I felt conflicted about it for a second or two because the idea of actually shoving myself inside of him appealed to me.
Tossing that thought to the side for the moment I focused on Joey’s needs knowing what we were doing was risky because any moment now someone could walk around our lockers and catch us doing something naughty. Slipping my hand upwards I once more cupped his purse playing around with his coinage. The two fingers and thumb of my right hand once more wrapped around his slicked up erection and I began to stroke him rapidly in an up and down motion being sure to extend slightly past his bloated knob running my fingers over the ridge of his glans.
My fingers flew over the slicked up tuber with determination knowing we couldn’t drag it out like the last time. Joey sensed this as well and seemed to give in to the sensations allowing his body to experience the adolescent joys of orgasmic bliss. Within seconds I felt his body stiffen up with his legs flicking outwards. Even his cute toes curled and contracted as his penis suddenly pulsed in my fingers, a small little squeak escaping his lips which he cut off for fear of being heard by someone. Like yesterday it was a single pulse with his testicles bunching upwards. I kept stroking him and two seconds later his body gave in and his penis began to flutter wildly in my fingers with the smaller boy stiffening up and writhing around. Even his testicles squirmed around in their casing.
My eyes were riveted on his penis and fleshy satchel which seemed to come alive and move around. The first thing I realized he was shooting blanks indicating a dry orgasm. It really didn’t surprise me since I had pretty much figured puberty hadn’t caught up yet. I was sure it wasn’t far off though and figured before long he’d be tapping into his underwater well and expelling his life giving sustenance soon enough when he pumped on his crank. With one final heave and gasp Joey’s small body slumped in my arms the rapture having run its course leaving behind the sensation of blissful satiation.
His little boy sack contracted one final time and it was then I noticed it, a small amount of translucent oozing barely bubbling over the tip end of his boy bell. The clear watery glop pooled up briefly before sliding down the bottom side of his stiff turgid tuber, barely noticeable, his skin almost immediately soaking up the lucent nectar. Somehow at the very end, his little testicular cherries had contracted firmly enough to bunch up snuggly against his body and eke out his first pubescent ejaculate. He had finally tapped into the depths of his youthful wellspring expelling it into the world for the very first time and I was there to witness him take this monumental leap into pubertal adolescence.
I watched completely enthralled now while the boy’s cherry sized testicles relaxed dropping back down in his soft loose skin and his extremely hard penis deflate right in front of my eyes. This entire episode was so damn sexy hot and I couldn’t resist the urge to touch his now flaccid penis, trying to feel for the damp wetness of his first ejaculate, but it had already disappeared soaking easily into the folds of his now soft penis. Joey flinched and hissed when I rolled his spent penis in my finger and thumb because it was now really sensitive.
Sighing I released his sexy boy organs and flipped the edges of the towel back over his privates so he was covered up. My mind kept working over everything as I began to realize he had squirted at the end of his orgasm. How does a guy do that? I wondered to myself. It was only natural to expel a guy’s cream smoothie at the beginning of his climax, but like the way his penis pulsed only once until several seconds later when the rest of his orgasmic spasms caught up, this was just something unique to the younger boy. Maybe once he had matured a bit more he would be creaming like the rest of us.
“That was so damn wickedly hot Joey. You did really good.” I whispered softly in his ear the boy giving me a wry grin. “By the way I saw you squirt.” I told him softly seeing him glance up at me questioningly.
“I…I did…but…but I didn’t notice anything.” He rasped trying to catch his breath.
“That’s because it happened right at the end and was kind of clear. It was just a tiny amount that sort of got soaked up real quick. Mine was only a small amount too at first, but yours will get thicker and you will begin to shoot more.” I explained seeing him gush with pride that he had finally squirted so soon after starting to jack off.
Unable to resist I gave him a quick hug before gently easing him forward into an upright seated position while lifting my left leg from between the bench and wall getting turned back around. Joey followed my lead doing the same, slowly recuperating while sitting on his own and facing locker. Making sure he could sit without falling I finally slid back over to my own locker and began to put on my socks.
My own erection still pressed up against the stiff fabric of my jeans protesting since it was being ignored. It kind of hurt so I reached down and adjusted it into a better position, but I felt it squirm around on its own expecting some relief. It would have to wait for now until I could find some alone time. Glancing over towards Joey I had to giggle because he seemed really sluggish from the aftereffects of his climax. Even though it seemed like this had taken a long time I figured it had only taken like all of three minutes from the time I reached up under his towel to his climactic explosion because I could still here plenty of guys fooling around and joking with one another as they got changed back into their regular clothing.
The smaller boy was still sitting on the bench, but he seemed to have already recuperated because he reached inside his locker pulling out his clothes and set them next to him. Tying the laces on my blue colored Nike shoes I continued to watch over Joey. The smaller boy must have felt my eyes on him because he glanced over at me and blushed shyly. This had been a bit of a risky thing to do and he smirked at me shaking his head as if to say ‘what the hell have you done to me,’ making me giggle knowingly.
“So what are you guys doing back here?” I heard a familiar voice asking teasingly making both me and Joey jump in surprise.
The younger boy instinctively clutched the towel in front of him making sure his nakedness was covered up while I chuckled and rolled my eyes after the initial shock. “What do you think we are doing you dork…we’re getting dressed?” I responded lightly at Billy waving him off casually.
“Yeah right.” He chuckled suggestively. “Sure you guys aren’t like…you know…having a bit of extracurricular fun.” He asked looking kind of hopeful.
“Hey just because you can’t find anyone to give your little pecker a blow job doesn’t mean you are going to find any action around here.” I teased back noticing how Joey had sort of gotten a bit nervous, but seemed to realize this was another one of Billy’s playful antics. “I can’t help it if no one wants to play with your little worm and you can’t get any action. You can’t really blame anyone though, not since the damn thing is so puny.”
“Hey, I get plenty of action. Besides, I don’t have a worm to play with; my little pet is a spitting cobra I’ll have you know.” He bragged while I rolled my eyes at him.
“Yeah, well I wouldn’t call that little thing of yours a full fledged spitting cobra, maybe a baby would describe it better, and your dog licking it doesn’t count as plenty of action.”
“Hey don’t knock it until you try it. Besides, you know what they say; size doesn’t matter, only the way you use your tool, and believe me I know how to please a girl thank you very much.”
“I don’t see how since you’d get lost as soon as you stuck it inside a girl.”
“That’s what a compass is for.” He countered smoothly since he’s had plenty of practice with this kind of bantering back and forth as we began to giggle at the playful exchange.
I was about to respond when Joey’s soft voice cut into our playful bantering. “Um…does it ever bother you when other guys tease you about your size?” He asked innocently and blushing because I don’t think he had intended to speak up.
Billy glanced over towards the younger boy and smiled toothily. “Nah, why should it. I mean it isn’t like Latham or the other guys mean anything by it. We tease each other all the time about all sorts of things. Besides, it isn’t as if I’m going to stay this small down there forever. It’s already bigger than what it used to be and there’s still plenty of time for it to grow more. Maybe it’ll still be smaller than some of the other guys, but it really doesn’t matter. After all, research shows a guy with a smaller pecker lasts longer in the sack and is able to please a girl more often than guys with big ones.” He chuckled, his gaze glancing towards the younger boy’s covered goods with all three of us falling quiet.
“Um…anyway,” Billy began not wanting things to get uncomfortable because the silence had stretched on for a few seconds. “I just came back to say I’m sorry about…uh…you know…earlier in the shower. I didn’t mean anything by it.” He told Joey who looked back at the older boy and shrugged his shoulders.
“Uh…y-yeah…it’s cool.” He replied shyly and blushed before looking away making me smile at the younger boy glad he was doing so well with his first time getting naked in front of the other guys.
My older friend flashed me a look as if he understood how this had been Joey’s first time showering with the rest of us and it had been kind of a difficult thing for him to do. After all it wasn’t too long ago now where all of us had those types of insecure feelings of getting undressed in front of a group of peers. For us it was different though because we were closer in age so for the most part kind of maturing at the same rate. With Joey it was a bit more intimidating because he was smaller and younger.
Turning his attention to me now sensing how Joey was a bit self conscious at the moment Billy smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, another reason why I came back here Latham is to invite you to my birthday party on Saturday. Be sure to bring Marty, you’re invited too Joey. I hope you come.” He added sincerely towards the younger boy before he waved to me and left us alone.
With us once more alone in our little hideaway Joey glanced over towards me with his eyes furled as if he was thinking about the conversation we all just had. “Is that really true?” He asked with me scrunching my face questioningly.
“Is what true?”
“You know…what Billy said about size and pleasing girls.” He clarified with me looking at him in disbelief for a second before busting up and laughing noticing Joey grinning at me not upset at how I thought his question was so funny.
Holding up my hand apologetically I got my giggles under control and rolled my shoulders shaking my head. “Nah, I doubt it. You know how it is…most guys are full of shit when it comes to this kind of stuff. Ninety percent of the stuff they claim regarding sex is a bunch of bull just to stoke their egos. I think he’s probably right about size not mattering in how we can please a girl, it most definitely doesn’t matter for us guys as we’ve just proven.” I hinted with him blushing knowing exactly what I was talking about. “Anyway,” I continued, “Billy’s just being Billy so I’d only believe as much as he can be believed considering who he is.” I chuckled with Joey nodding and smiling back.
The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. After track and field Marty and I headed home with him disappearing into his room and me doing the same. After taking care of homework and a few other urgent needs I turned on my computer to see if Luke was at home as well and literally gushed when his face came on to the screen. We’ve never chatted this much before after my short stays in Eelee, but despite our age difference I was beginning to enjoy our little skype video chats together. Anymore, I looked forward to seeing his face and being able to talk with him about things. I constantly filled him in on Marty’s progress and he was genuinely happy his new friend was doing so well and constantly asked when we’d be coming over again.
One time he let slip how he missed me, and it didn’t come across as in a friend kind of way, but rather more. In a way it had made me feel all giddy inside regarding the way he felt about me and I began to wonder what sort of relationship we may be heading into. It was another one of those conflicting and bewildering moments for me. Lately, the way I was feeling about sex and boys was beginning to make me wonder what exactly my path would be in the future. I found myself close to letting some things slip out to Luke. Our conversations had become so easy going that I found myself beginning to confide with him about a lot of things. Some stuff I managed to keep from him like how I showed the Marty how to jack off because I felt those types of things were kind of private. I thought of telling him about Joey too, but then chickened out at the last minute figuring this was also personal. It was strange how easy it was to talk to Luke about things so I had to be careful not to reveal too much personal information.
A short while after my chat with my friend in Eelee, Pop’s came home with a pizza which kind of made me smile because I had just talked about it today with Joey. We had a pizza last week too so Marty knew what it was and he rubbed his tummy indicating he loved pizza which made us chuckle. After dinner I got a phone call from Joey telling me tomorrow would be fine for me to come over so I told PopPop about the plans and he seemed to think taking Marty to the movies and picking me up afterwards was a good idea. Marty seemed happy about the plans as well. In a way it was good for him to do some things without me.
That night as I slipped under the covers of my bed I reached down between my legs and hesitated. I wasn’t sure if I should jack off or wait. I mean what if Marty wanted to jack off together again. He hadn’t really indicated anything to me, so shrugging my shoulders I figured it was just easier to go ahead and take care of my adolescent needs. Today had me all worked up and it wasn’t long before my thick erection was once more flinging adolescent stringy sticky goop all over my stomach and chest.
This never got old as the images of jacking off Joey in the locker room slowly faded from my fantasies. I laid there on the mattress for several long moments thinking things over and had to giggle because today was a close call for me and Joey. I mean two or three minutes sooner and we would have been busted. Not that Billy would have squealed on us. If anything he probably would have wanted in on the action. Still, it had been a bit dicey and I wondered why I would even risk doing something like that where I could get caught. PopPop had warned me in the past how the brain in a teenager’s head was suddenly taken over by his much smaller brain between his legs. At the time we had both giggled, but he was also serious and I was beginning to understand why.
Even the thought of fucking Joey had entered my thoughts earlier. Not long ago I would have thought the idea nasty and sick, but now not so much. Even getting turned on by Marty had me a bit worried. I mean he had horrible injuries along the back of his thighs and butt, but still when I saw him naked he turned me on. It wasn’t just his body, which I really did think was sexy hot despite his injuries, but I suppose the boy himself. I liked Marty and I guess this was part of my attraction to him.
It wasn’t like with Billy, who I also liked as a friend, but who didn’t turn me on. I guess with Marty it was a combination of things. Billy was just a friend and I didn’t have a sexual attraction to him per se. It didn’t mean I wouldn’t do anything with him if it ever came up, but I’m sure my smaller brain wouldn’t take over my dominant one like it was doing with Joey. All of these thoughts bouncing around in my brain was confusing me even more, so I sighed and focused on cleaning myself up.
A short while later there was a light tapping on my door and I whispered it was alright for Marty to enter. The smaller boy was completely naked with a kind of dazed look still on his features. He sort of wobbled on rubbery legs and even in this lighting I could see how his soft noodle looked a bit pinkish red as if it had just been rubbed vigorously. It was obvious he must have just jacked off in his room, which made me giggle knowingly and shake my head because he hadn’t even bothered putting on his underwear. It made me wonder if he was going to sleep naked with me from now on when his knees buckled making me snigger again and stare at him because this was just too cute.
“What?” He stopped and signed before placing his hand on his naked hips defiantly.
“Nothing, just looks as if someone’s been a bit busy wearing themselves out in their room,” I replied smugly. “So how’d things go?” I asked pointedly with him crawling under the covers and getting settled next to me.
Even the scent of his adolescent sex wafted up into my nose as I closed my eyes breathing him in. It sent a shudder through my body and even though I just finished up as well it didn’t stop my penis from twitching and slowly waking up again. It didn’t get completely stiff, but chubbed up into a semi-wood.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He signed cheekily making me roll my eyes.
“Nah, only if you want to talk about it.” I replied feeling him scooting over on his back and grabbing my arm to wrap it around the back of his neck so he could cuddle up closer yet still keep his hands free so he could talk with me.
“I thought you said these things should be private.” He teased making me smile.
“Yeah it should be which reminds me about something.” I sighed biting my lower lip because I knew Pops wouldn’t agree with me on this one, but I felt it was important.
Even I haven’t disclosed after all these years everything to my therapist. Some things like what actually happened with my kidnapping I suppose maybe I should, but other personal things I felt should belong to only me; especially, anything sexual. I mean it’s only normal to keep my sexual things to myself. It only took me a couple of seconds to come up with a decision, and I finally explained to Marty how I thought maybe some of the sexual things between the two of us he should keep to himself. I tried to explain that what happened between him and me was kind of private and no one’s business. I explained that even though there are a lot of things important to tell the psychiatrist, what happened between the two of us weren’t one of those things.
Trying to convince him to confide in the psychiatrist about his orgasms when the woman beat him was a challenge though now because he asked why that shouldn’t be private. We talked about it for a long time and afterwards I could tell he understood that it was different in some ways. Still, he emphatically indicated he didn’t want to because it scared him and I totally understood because there were still many things about my own kidnapping several years back which frightened me. I didn’t want to push him so told him to think on it some, but in the end it would be his decision.
We both fell silent for several long moments with him tucked up safely in my arm and up against my body. “So, did you squirt when you jacked off in your room just now?” I asked casually with the boy still deep in thought and answering automatically without thinking.
“I think so, just a little.” He replied with me giggling at his admission.
His eyes flew wide and he gave me a gentle shove before signing. “Hey, you tricked me.” He rebuked but was grinning from ear to ear not too upset about it.
“I know, couldn’t help myself. So, how many times did you jack off today?” I asked casually keeping the conversation going and with him holding up three fingers.
“Damn Marty…,” I chuckled shaking my head. “You just learned how to jack off yesterday and already can’t keep your hands off of yourself.” I teased seeing him scrunch up his face in thought.
“Is that too often?” He asked with me trying to stifle my chuckling. “How often do other boys do that? What’s normal?” He earnestly wondered getting serious making me feel guilty now how I teased him about it.
“Who really knows what is normal for boys our age. I suppose it is different for everyone and it also depends on the situation.” I explained.
“So how many times did you…um…,” he paused because he didn’t know the sign for jacking off so simply signed the letter J and then O making me chuckle.
“You really want to know?” I asked grinning at him with the smaller boy giving me a gentle shove.
“Well I told you how many times I did it.” He countered.
“Five.” I replied.
“Really, when?” He asked.
“Well this morning in the bathroom was the first time. In the mornings I used to do it in bed, but with you sleeping next to me it is kind of hard to do that anymore.” I teased with him smiling and giving me another friendly shove. “Then I got really horny after my PE class, so I snuck into the bathroom during track and field.” I chuckled seeing his eyes getting really big kind of shocked I’d take such a risk, but I was in a stall and it is easy to hear when someone comes in. “Then of course when we got home and in my room, then while I was in the shower after you finished.” I added which was my third shower of the day and I really hadn’t needed it since I showered after my track and field practice. Still today I had been super horny because of all the sexual interaction the last couple of days. “Finally just now before you came into my room.” I finished up and looking over towards Marty who had a big grin on his face and signed ‘Wow.’
“So what about you?” I asked giggling with him smiling and giving me a shove again.
The boy paused for a few seconds looking over at me then shrugged. “In the bathroom this morning, in my room when we got home, and just now before coming over to sleep in bed with you. So does this mean I’m normal?” He wondered.
“Marty, you’ve always been normal…don’t ever think otherwise.” I whispered softly with the two of us snuggling up together and falling silent.
Before long I heard the steady rhythmic breathing of the smaller boy as he faded off to sleep. “Don’t ever forget you are a normal boy Marty.” I whispered softly in his ear to emphasize my point before closing my eyes and drifting off as well with the thought of how this had been another wonderful day.
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End of Chapter Thirteen: What’s Normal
Coming soon Chapter Fourteen: Jewels
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