Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2016 02:48:40 -0800
From: Karl S. Friend <karlsfriend@gmail.com>
Subject: Putting On Some Muscle Pt 6

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Putting on Some Muscle Pt.6

I was listening to my little bro on the phone.  It sounded like he was
talking to his friend Ricky.  Ricky was a cutie.  He was totally into me.
I remember the first time I noticed.  He was abound 7 or 8 and I was around
14.  I walked out of the bathroom with my towel around my waist.  I had
just jacked a huge load while I was in the shower so my dick was still a
little hard.  I acted like I was drying my hair but I was really thinking
about how good the towel felt on my dick.  Then I felt a pair of eyes on
me.

I looked over toward my brother and his friend.  Ricky was looking at me.
I was sure he was gonna say something about it to my kid brother so I just
gave him a look to let him know I'd fuck him up if he said anything.  He
looked away.

That night as I laid in bed I started thinking about the way he was looking
at me.  He had been staring at my crotch but maybe it wasn't because he was
gonna say something about my dick sticking out but because of something
else.  That couldn't be what an 8 year old kid was looking at, could it?

Then I started thinking about the first time I'd noticed a grown up dick.
I was probably his age or just a little older, maybe around 9 or 10.  I was
at the YMCA getting ready to go out to the pool and I saw a man coming out
of the shower room.  He was walking out naked rubbing under his arms and
between his legs.  I was puzzled.  The man had a really weird dick.  It was
huge and it didn't have a head on it.  It had skin hanging down.  These
days I know it was because he was uncircumsised but at that point it was
just a little gross.  He must have seen me staring at him.

"How's it going?", he said as he went to his locker a few feet down.

"Okay, I guess," I said.  I was still looking at his dick.

"What ya lookin' at?", he said as he looked down.

"Nothin'", I said.  Then without thinking about it I said, "What's the
matter with your di...I mean penis?"

He looked down.  Pulled his giant dick to one side and then the other.

"What'd ya mean," he said satisfied he hadn't found anything.

"I mean, it looks funny.  How come you don't have a head on yours?", I said
with the innocence only a kid can have.

He laughed and said, "I do.  It's just hiding."

He must have seen the confused look on my face.

He looked around and just made sure no one was in the locker room with us.
Then he took his dick and pulled the skin back.

I was shocked.  That's where the head was but it looked really pink.

"Does it hurt?", I asked as I reached out to touch it?

He pulled back.  "Kid I don't think that's a good idea," he said as he
looked around again.

I think he saw my disappointment.  He looked around again.

Seeing no one else around he stepped toward me again.  "If someone comes in
you have to let it go, okay?"

"Okay.  I promise," I said as I reached out again.  He looked a little
nervous but stepped even closer.  I reached out and wrapped my hand around
it to bring it up.  He let out a little breath and I was worried I'd hurt
him.

"Did that hurt?", I asked very concerned.

"Nah.  In fact it felt kinda good."

That made me laugh a little.  Then I pulled the skin down and then pushed
it back again.  I did it several times and noticed his dick was getting
bigger.

"How come it's getting hard?", I asked thinking about how mine was like
that when I would get up in the morning.

"Cause it likes what you're doing to it", he said as he stepped a little
closer.

I continued my push and pull and was having trouble wrapping my hand around
it because it had gotten so big.  Then I noticed that something was coming
out of the end of it.

"What's that?", I said looking at the drop of liquid that had started
forming at the place where he peed.  "Is it because you have to pee?"

"Nah.  That's what happens to men when they like what someone's doing to
their dick," he said as he stepped even closer.

I was sitting on the bench and his dick was right in front of my face.  I
looked up at him with a little confusion and he smiled at me a little
nervously.

He put his finger to the liquid and pulled the drop from his dick.  He then
brought it up to his mouth and tasted it.

"Mmmm.  That's good," he said as he looked down at me again.

"Really?", I said as I watched his hand come back down.  There was a more
of the liquid coming out.  He nodded as he did the same thing, taking the
drop of liquid from the end of his dick and sucking on his finger a little
bit.

"Oh yeah," he said as he looked at me and said "mmmm" again.

I pulled on his dick some more and noticed there was a lot of if coming out
now.  My hands were busy pushing and pulling.  I didn't have a finger to do
what he did so I did then next best thing.  I leaned forward and licked it
off the end of his dick.

His knees buckled a little.

"Are you okay?", I asked a somewhat concerned.

"Oh yeah kid.  I'm doing real good."

Then I heard him say under his breath, "I'm going to hell. I'm going to
hell."

It tasted a little salty but it wasn't as gross as I thought it would be.

He looked down at me again and said, "Why don't you taste some more?"

I shrugged and leaned in again.

"You know," he said as I leaned forward, "it's really good when you put
your mouth over the head of my dick."

I looked at him a little confused.  That didn't make sense.

"See, when it gets into the air it doesn't taste as good," he said as he
moved closer so that his dick was against my lips.

"Really?", I asked a little skeptically.

"Oh yeah," he said a little anxiously.  "Go ahead.  Try it and tell me what
you think?"

As I opened my mouth he stopped me and said, "Be careful not to scratch it
with your teeth, okay?"

I nodded and opened my mouth again.  I felt the corners of my mouth
stretched as far as they could go.  I slipped my mouth over the end.  It
barely fit over the end.

"Oh sweet Jesus," he said and I looked up at him.  He was staring down at
me.  "Keep moving your hands, okay?"

I continued to move the skin back and forth even though the head of his
dick was in my mouth.  It didn't really taste any different to me.  There
just seemed to be a lot more of it.

"Oh kid," he moaned.  "Move your hands a little faster."

I did what he said and he moaned a little more.  Then I felt his hand on
the top of my head.  He started thrusting forward but because my hands were
wrapped around his dick it didn't go any further into my mouth.

I started tasting a lot of the liquid.  I was going to ask him why it was
happening but his hand on the top of my head prevented me from doing it.

"Okay.  Now you're going to taste something that only really special people
get to taste," he said a little breathlessly.

There wasn't much I could say.  I felt his other hand close over mine and
he started moving them really fast.

I wasn't quite sure how, but it felt like it was getting even bigger.

"Okay," he said as his body shook.  "Here you go."

I felt hot liquid fill my mouth.  There was too much of it.  I tried to
pull my head back but he wouldn't let go.  I felt the liquid start coming
out of my nose and down the sides of my mouth.  I felt tears coming out of
my eyes but not because it hurt.  I was having trouble breathing.

Finally he slowed.  He pulled his dick out of my mouth and I started
coughing.

"What was that?", I heaved as I tried to take in air.  "Did you pee in my
mouth?"

"No," he said as he leaned down and started wiping my face with his towel.
I watched as his still-swollen dick bobbed betwen his legs as he squated
down between my legs.

"I'm sorry about that.  I got really excited because I liked what you were
doing.  Have you ever been so excited it was hard to slow down?"

I looked at him, finally feeling like I was coming back to normal.  "You
mean like when you go to Disneyland or something?"

"Yeah," he said as he continued to wipe my face.

I looked down and noticed some of the stuff on my arms.  It was gooey and
white-ish.

"Is that what was in my mouth?", I said as I stuck my fingers into it.

He took the towel and quickly wiped it off of me and smiled a little
weakly.  "Yeah.  It's special daddy milk.  It's only goes to people who are
very special."

Then he looked a little scared.  "You can't tell anyone about this, okay?"

"Why?", I asked.  "That was fun."

He smiled and tossled my hair a little.  "Because if you do, no one will
want to play again."

"Oh, okay", I said still tasting the slimy substance in my mouth.

At that point we heard the outer door of the locker room open.  He quickly
stood up, grabbed his underwear and pulled them on.  His massive dick was
pushed to the side and almost reached his hip.  I couldn't believe I had
that in my mouth. I also decided it was time to get out to the pool.  It
wasn't until I stood up that I noticed that my own dick was hard as a nail.

I walked toward the man coming in and I saw his eyes go straight to my
little hard-on.  He just smiled and winked.

As I pulled the door open I heard the man say, "Hi Sal".

"Oh, hey Carl," said the man whose daddy milk was still in my mouth.

Carson stroked himself as he thought about the first time Sal had done that
with him.  They'd fooled around a few times since then.  He and Carl had a
quite a few hot sessions in Carl's car but nothing as good as the times he
had with Sal.  Sal's dick was big but Carson couldn't complain either.  It
had really gotten bigger over the last couple of years.

He'd thought about Ricky since that time in the basement when Ricky grabbed
his cock.  How good Ricky's hand felt wrapped around his aching cock.  He'd
tried to get Jeff to jerk off with him a couple of times but his brother
had no interest in doing more than just jerking off before bed time.  He
thought about Ricky and the basement.  Ricky didn't seem 'not interested'.
In fact he'd seemed very interested.

While he sat at his computer and squeezed his sizable cock through his
sweat pants.  He tilted the screen of the computer so that Jeff couldn't
see it.  He found a site that had boys around Ricky's age, some younger,
some older with older men and guys about his own age.  He'd edge for hours
imagining what it must feel like to fuck a tight little boys hole.  He
stroked it a little as he thought, "Hell, maybe I can get Ricky to do more
than just squeeze it."

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I figured it would be fun to go to Jeff's house.  Maybe Carson would let me
feel it again.  Jeff said he was on the computer all the time and he'd seen
him jacking off.  Maybe I could catch him too.

Compared to what had happened on Tuesday the next couple of days were
boring.  I'd seen Phil and Terry talking a few times and laughing as they
walked down the hall.  One time Terry saw me and winked.

"We gotta get you that training soon," he said with a toothy grin.  Then,
subtley, he rubbed the front of his pants.  I quickly looked around but no
one was paying us any attention.

Friday, the day after Terry had given me the wink I saw Phil and Terry
walking into one of the restrooms toward the end of the hall.  It was the
one that was used mostly by the teachers so it wasn't very busy most of the
time.  Phil looked a little nervous but Terry, smiled and gave him a quick
push into the restroom.

It didn't take a genious to figure out what was about to happen.  The bell
rang, which meant we should be in class.  I stood there a minute longer but
Terry and Phil hadn't come out.  My head was spinning as I made my way to
the bathroom.  I slowly pushed the door open.  I thought I heard someone
but then all the noise stopped.  I looked over at the urinals but no one
was there.  There was only one stall.  The door was closed but I only saw
one pair of shoes.  I knew I hadn't seen things.  They did walk in here
together.  I slowly walked over to the sink pretending to wash my hands.
Then I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.  It was Terry.  He was
looking over the top of the stall.

"Hey Ricky!", he said with an enthusiastic grin.

Since everyone had gone to class and the hallways were empty his voice
seemed really loud.

I looked up at him but still only saw one pair of shoes under the stall.
He jumped down from wherever he'd been perched and then I saw two sets of
feet.  The stall door opened and Terry came out with a half hard dick
sticking out of the front of his jeans.  It was slick with spit and I could
guess what they were doing.

"Hey Phil," he said over his shoulder into the stall.  "I think Ricky wants
his first lesson."

I quickly dawned on me what he was talking about.  I wasn't really sure why
I'd followed them into the restroom but I definitely didn't have THAT plan
in mind.

He grabbed his over-sized cock with one hand and slapped it against the
palm of his other hand.

I gulped a little as I saw Phil walk out of the stall with his dick
sticking out of his pants.  His, however, was not slick with spit.

Terry said, "Hold on a minute."  He grabbed something out of the janitor's
closet.  It was a sign that said, "CLOSED FOR CLEANING" and hung it outside
the door.

I looked at him wondering why he'd done that.  He smiled and said, "I
forgot to do that earlier.  It keeps people from coming in.  I am so
fuckin' horny right now I just forgot to do it."

"Hey Phil," Terry said grabbing Phil by the scruff of the neck forcefully
but not angrily.  He looked up at me and said, "Grab some of the paper
towels. A lot of them."

I couldn't imagine why but did as I was told.

"Put 'em on the floor in front of me," he said in a commanding tone.

I leaned down and sat the stack down in front of him.

"Not like that geek.  Spread 'em out so they're covering the floor in front
of me.  That'll keep your knees from getting dirty," he said with a wicked
grin.

I leaned down and started spreading them out.  I felt Terry step closer.
When I looked up his dick was right in my face.

"Phil, baby, show him how it's done," Terry said pulling Phil forward.

Did he just call him baby?  As Phil moved in front of Terry, Terry grabbed
Phil with a little bit of roughness that startled me but seemed to get Phil
more excited.

"Get down on your knees for me," Terry said to Phil.  Phil let out a meek
and trembling, "Yes sir."

I watched this play out as Phil got on his knees in front of Terry.  He
leaned forward and started to take Terry's dick into his mouth.  He started
to bob his head up and down on Terry's ever-thickening dick.  Terry was
looking down at Phil on his dick.  He was breathing deeply.  I sort of
thought they'd forgotten about me.

I jumped as Terry said, "This boy knows how to suck dick."  He was smiling
and looking at me.  "Why don't you get down there with him so you can see
how he's doin' it."  His voice was low and husky sounding.

I got down on my knees like Phil was doing.  Terry pulled his dick out of
Phil's mouth.  Phil looked disappointed but Terry reassured him that it was
only temporary.

"Now I want you to try what Phil was doing," he said looking down at me.

Phil looked a little upset but moved out of the way.  I leaned forward and
was about to take Terry's dick into my mouth.  Phil said, "Cover your teeth
with your lips otherwise you'll scrape them against the guys dick."

I did as he'd suggested.  It was actually harder to do than I thought it
would be.  Terry's dick was so big that it was hard to stretch my mouth
open and keep my lips over my teeth.

I moved forward and did as Phil had instructed.  I put the head into my
mouth and could taste, um, saltiness.  I wasn't sure what the taste was.  I
moved my head back and forth a few times.  I looked up at Terry and then I
looked over at Phil.  He was looking at me the way a teacher looks at a
student.

Terry pulled away and said, "That was a good start but Phil's got the best
mouth I've ever felt."

He grabbed Phil by the head and pulled him forward roughly.  I watched as
most of Terry's dick disappeared down Phil's throat.  Phil gagged a little
but Terry showed no signs of letting up.  That's when I noticed that Phil
had his dick in his hand and it was hard as a rock.

Phil's dick was half the size of Terry's.  So I thought, "I bet I can do
that one."  I leaned down and put Phil's dick in my mouth.  Both Phil and
Terry let out a moan as they watched me swallow about half of it.

I heard Terry start to pick up his pace and felt the one of Phil's hands
move to the back of my head.  He held my head steady while he gently fucked
my face.  Suddenly I heard Terry let out a groan and could hear Phil
swallowning at about the same time I felt Phil start to shoot in my mouth.
I pulled back but Phil's hand held my mouth over his dick.  I swallowed
some of it but most of it I spit out.

"That was soooo fuckin' hot," Terry said.  I looked up at him and saw that
he and Phil were both looking down at me, smiling.

"Hey kid," Terry said, "How old are you anyway?  You seem to be a little
young to be into dick this soon."

"Twelve," I said, a little annoyed.  "I'm not too young.  I can do this
stuff."

"You don't have to tell me," Phil laughed.  "I felt it.  You're good.  A
natural."

That made me feel really good.  Maybe I could be sucking more dick soon.

"Besides," Phil said to Terry, "I told you about me and my dad.  Twelve is
plenty old enough.  Hell, my Dad stopped dickin' me long before I was
twelve."

Terry laughed.  "Yeah, your Dad is a sick fuck."

I looked at them and then asked Phil, "What do you mean?"

Phil started to say something but Terry cut him off.  "We gotta get goin'.
We're already late."

I got up off the floor (very glad that Terry made me put down the paper
towels) and as Phil started to wad them up and put them in the trash he
said, "We'll talk about it later."

I quickly made sure that I didn't have anything on me and went to the door.
Before I could open it I heard Terry say, "Hold it.  Let me make sure
there's no one out there."

He walked around, looked outside and then in one quick motion pulled the
sign off the door knob.

"It's clear," he said and we all walked in different directions to our
classrooms.

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Author's Note:

I'm never quite clear on how far to take different parts of my stories.
Sometimes people are freaked out by some of the subject matter, sometimes
not.  Does anyone want to hear about Phil and his Dad?  Should I include
that in one of the chapters or is hinting at it enough?  I really will wait
to hear from all of you.  Make sure to write me with your opinions at
karlsfriend at gmail dot com.  I'd put the email address without the
weirdness but I've gotten a couple of pieces of spam.  Not appreciated.
Your comments, however, are.

So thank you to all of you guys that have taken the time to write and let
me know that you're busy fapping to my stories too.  When I say 'too', I
mean that, if I wouldn't jack off to it - it's not hot and you guys
probably won't ever read it.

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