Date: Sat, 4 Dec 2010 04:56:52 -0800 (PST) From: Tim Smith <mint848848@yahoo.com> Subject: The Hung Nerd - chapter 3 Your comments are highly encouraged and appreciated. Please send to mint848848#yahoo.com THE HUNG NERD CHAPTER 3 Finally, I was alone! I immediately changed from my jeans to comfy sweat pants that I wear at night. As I undressed, I purposely left off my underwear. Being naked, and the anticipation of playing with myself got me hard real quick. I will admit Ben's obvious display of his boyhood after his toilet breaks was also pumping my enthusiasm. I don't know what his motivation was or how he expected me to react, but it was risky and that made it kind of hot, even if it was only a "naked game." Did I just admit I was turned on by a 12 year old? Well really, not him, it was the way he was acting. But he was really cute and if I was his age, I would really be attracted to him. And I definitely would have shown him my dick, I think. I went around the entire RV and pulled the blinds and shades shut so I had full privacy. I cranked the heat a bit and went back to the bedroom. The closets in the bedroom had mirrored doors and after I stripped fully naked, I watched myself stroke my big cock. Like I said earlier, I never get as hard and thick as when I'm on Cialis and just feeling and seeing myself was a turn on. My body was nothing great -- although I was skinny with like no fat anywhere. But I didn't work out and my body had no great definition. But that dick of mine -- boy was I in love with it. I got up to get my bottle of lube out of my bag in the closet and laid a towel beneath me on the bed. I squirted a lot on my cock and rubbed it all around in a twisting motion of my hand. I had plenty left over to work into my balls and taint. I liked fingering my asshole while I jerk off, but not at first. I add that pleasure near the end. I'm not a bottom, but I do like receiving a long rim job and some finger play to the first or second knuckle. Once in a while, I find a guy in the chat rooms that loves to lick ass! My cock looked even better all shiny and wet. I was adding my own pre-cum to the lube -- when I'm this turned on, I ooze pretty continuously. I decided to walk around the RV stroking my cock. Later, I'll be with Ben and Richard and think "I jerked off where you're sitting." "I came on that table where you're having a snack." So damn naughty! Many of you reading this may not be able to relate to what I'm doing. You may get hard and walk around with your thing pointing to the sky. For me, based on its weight, it's never pointing as stiff as it is now and it usually loses some hardness if I stop stroking. Right now, it's so hard it feels good just being hard! It's pulling on my nerve endings and making every beat of my heart pleasurable. I've been all over the inside of the RV -- even the driver's seat. I imagined Ben in the passenger seat with his boy dick sticking out like in the bathroom. I wondered what he looked like completely naked. He looks nothing like that boy from the attic. That boy was 16 and Ben had just turned 12. That boy was husky and Ben is thin and perfect. Not skinny, but "boy thin." I peeked out the window and almost shit a brick when I thought I saw Ben out there! Everyone was wearing the same colored sweatshirt and all the boys have that same hair style. It wasn't him but I got turned on that I was like 10 feet away from so many people while I was completely naked and stroking away, edging continuously so I wouldn't cum. I laid back on the bed and closed my eyes. My thoughts went to a recent hookup from the web. I plowed this little guy so hard I thought I was busting through him! He had such great control of his ass that I felt like I was getting a blowjob from him! I fucked him on his back, on his belly, doggy style... Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. My phone vibrated. Crap! A text message! I've only had 25 minutes of stroking! "ryan sorry 2 wake u rain is gettin harder. im coming back. Don't b mad cu in like 5 min" Fuck! 5 minutes? I have to get dressed! And get rid of this lube! And my cum towel! And wash my lubed up hand! I grabbed my towel and wiped my cock, balls, and hands dry. Thank goodness I used water based lube. The wiping of my dick made it harder. It felt good, but I had to stop! I tossed the towel in the closet behind my bag and returned the lube too. I found my sweatshirt and pulled it on. I pulled on my socks and tried to remember where my underwear and jeans were. Just as I stepped forward, I heard a faint knocking on the RV door. Shit! That wasn't 5 minutes! Instead of my jeans I had to slip on my sweat pants. But how the hell was I going to hide my cock? It was not going to soften up and these pants would stretch a tent around all 9 inches of boner! I decided to quickly tie my dick up with the string around the waist. It stuck above the waistband a good 4 inches, but my loose fitting hooded sweat shirt hid it well. The knocking got a little louder. Then I spotted my pants and underwear and stuffed them in a kitchen drawer. I quickly washed my hands in the kitchen sink and didn't even bother to dry them before I pushed the latch on the entrance door. There stood Ben. Wet as a rat and looking like he was pulled from a mud slide! "What the hell happened to you?" I asked. "Umm, it's raining? When you're out in the rain, you get wet," Ben answered sarcastically. "I get that. I hope that's mud and not dog shit on your pants," I joked. Ben laughed. "It's mud. The shitty part was that I made an awesome catch and got a touchdown but then slipped in the mud during my victory dance. It was perfect, up to that point. Boy was that embarrassing. Dad's gonna whip my ass. Can I come in? I'm freezing!" "Not with all that mud," I answered. "Tell you what, take off the sneakers and socks and make sure your pants don't rub on anything -- especially the carpet! I can wash and dry your clothes before the game is over and your dad will never know. Remember, what happens in the RV, stays in the RV." I couldn't believe I just said that. I was referring to the part about washing his clothes without his dad knowing but it quickly struck me that Ben would have to get out of them for me to wash them. Ben was kneeling down untying his sneakers. He looked up at me with one eye closed and his mouth slightly open and gave me a sinister laugh. I hope he knew what I meant! I didn't want him to get the wrong impression but thought I'd just say nothing rather than explain. "Wash and dry? How are you going to do that?" Ben asked while turning his head while trying to untie his formally green laced sneakers. "In the washer and dryer," I answered. "This thing has a washer and dryer? Holy crap -- that's so cool. You can live in this! Who needs a house?" Ben commented. Ben tip toed up the stairs and fell forward almost hitting his face on the top step. He thought that was hilarious. He couldn't stop laughing. OMG -- he's drunk! He WAS sneaking beer into his cup! He handed me his sneakers and stood in the kitchen. I tossed his shoes in the kitchen sink and asked him if he was drinking. He didn't answer at first but his laughter told the truth. It was a drunken laugh. I told him to follow me to the back where the laundry was located in a closet, and not to trip on anything else! He held onto the back of my sweatshirt as we walked. This wasn't the slight brushing he did in the store -- he was hanging onto me. Okay -- now we're back at the washer. The only way to accomplish getting his clothing clean was for him to get out of them. I asked if he had a change of clothes, but he shook his head no. I motioned him to take off his shirt and turned to the washer to prep it for use. Luckily, my grandparents had left some detergent behind. When I turned around, I was pleasantly surprised to see Ben's torso in all its unclothed glory. His dripping wet hair and his damp chest, his perky nipples showing just how cold he was. I tried not to stare. But I did anyway. He broke my stare when he tossed his clothes at me. The sweatshirt needed to be washed, but his t-shirt just needed to be dried. I guess I could change back into my jeans and give him my sweat pants. They'd be big on him but at least I wouldn't be accused of hanging out with a naked boy. I looked at his jeans. They were really caked with mud. I probably should have had him scrape the bigger chunks of mud off outside, but it's too late for that. There was so much of it I was afraid it would just make everything else in the washer dirtier! My cock was still stiff, but not throbbing like earlier. I stood and walked stiff so it stayed in place. I was hoping I got enough lube off and it wouldn't soak into my grey sweat pants. Ben would certainly notice that and probably think it was piss. I had an idea about Ben's muddy jeans. I told him that before I could wash them, he should get in the shower and use the hand held spray to work as much mud off of them as possible. He thought it was cool that you could use the shower in a parking lot. He wasn't making the connection of how an RV water system worked. He probably has no clue how the water in his home worked either! I assured him the shower works and would be hot (this amazed him too) and he'd warm up while he was cleaning his jeans off. He said it would be cool to shower with his clothes on. In he went, I showed him how the sprayer worked and closed the door on him. I went back to the bedroom to see how my bulge looked. You could see my tube but it could also be mistaken for a fold in the fabric. I pulled my shirt up and still there was 3 to 4 inches of my cock above the waistband. Crap! There was some wet staining from the lube! Or was it my pre-cum? Maybe it would dry. I rushed to the kitchen, untied my string and splashed warm water on my hard cock. A little hand soap and soon I was as clean as I could manage dangling above a sink. Luckily, I had a stool to get stuff from the upper cabinets (stop laughing -- I'm only 5'7") and my balls were just above counter height. I used paper towels to dry off. After I dried, I used my spare time alone to quickly stroke my cock. I thought if I could shoot a quick load, I'd soften up a bit and not have to worry about Ben seeing my bulge. I was picturing Ben's exposed chest. Smooth, wet and perfect. Perfect definition for a boy, his side ribs slightly protruding, a nice V shape directed into his jeans... "Ryan!" I was interrupted. Shit! I didn't have time to cum! I adjusted and re-tied my pants and headed back to the bathroom. "How you doing?" I asked Ben. "It's working. It's not strong enough to get everything off, but most of it came off. It looks like I pooped in the shower though!" Ben said through the steamy glass door. He turned the water off and opened the door. He was right. The pants were cleaner and it DID look like he pooped in the shower. "Okay -- they look good. Get back in there and take the pants off. I'll wash them while you finish your shower and rinse your poop down the drain," I joked. "It's not poop -- it's mud! He joked back from behind the closed door. "Hold on a sec. These things are stuck! They won't come off cuz they're so tight, and wet." The door reopened and there stood Ben with his button and zipper undone and the top of his cute boy briefs showing. He was right -- skinny jeans are tight to begin with but when they're wet, they look like they're painted on! I told Ben to sit down on the floor of the shower. I asked permission to help him. He gave he a "duh" look. How the heck else were they gonna come off? I tried to pull the leg cuffs down but that didn't do any good because he had his weight on his butt. I told him to stand up and I got on my knees. I was able to gather a very small wrinkle of clothing on both legs mid thigh and yanked hard. Ben practically fell over from my pulling but it really didn't help. I told him to try to push down from the top while I pulled. He hooked his thumbs inside his jeans and rolled them down his sides. His underwear was coming more and more in view -- not plain white briefs -- these were a cool blue/turquoise color with white edges in the front opening where he'd snake his dick out to pee. Does anyone actually do that? Ben kept alternating between pushing his jeans down and pulling his underwear back up. Every time I made progress, he let go to grab his undies. One last pull and I knew I would have them off. I guess I caught Ben by surprise. Actually, I was also caught by surprise. My last pull indeed worked in getting the jeans down to his knees. But as a bonus, they also pulled his undies off and there before me (less than 5 inches from my face, mind you) was Ben's boy dick! We both gasped and Ben reached down to grab his underwear. But as if he had second thoughts, he let them go and made no attempt to hide it or pull his underwear back up. I stared. I was so surprised I didn't know if I should look away, grab a towel, pull his underwear back up or just look at it. I just looked at it. But then the scope of the situation hit me! "Oh My God -- I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I said while frantically trying to pull his briefs back up. "What are you doing? First you want my pants off, now you want them back on!" Ben asked confused. "I didn't expect your underwear to come down too! I'm really sorry about that!" I repeated. My God, what if someone walked in the RV right at this time? This would not look good at all! Did I re-lock the door? "What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen a dick before?" Ben asked. "No! I mean yea... Just not a boy's dick. Well, I mean the whole package. Well, I mean not since I was a boy," I stumbled. "Is there something wrong with it?" he asked looking down toward his wet jeans and undies around his knees. His flaccid wrinkled dick bobbed above his `shrunken from the cold' ball sack. "No, nothing wrong with it. It's nice. I mean it's great! No, not "great"... I mean I didn't think it would be so... like... developed. I mean, I wasn't expecting to see it, really," I continued stumbling. "You saw it before in the bathroom, then the other bathroom, and then this bathroom!" he challenged me. "Well I didn't see much more than the end, not that I was looking..." "Umm, yes you were. But it's okay. I don't care who sees it. I like being naked." "... well maybe I looked -- everyone's curious. I didn't know your balls would be like that. I thought they'd like be tiny. Why did I just say that? I don't know -- I just don't remember what size balls I had when I was 11." "I'm 12." "Right, 12. Well, you're a very handsome 12 year old boy. Right down to all that," I said swirling my finger in the air around his genitals which were still right in front of my face. Definitely a pre-pubescent boy. Not one hair on or around his genitals. Like I said, I was surprised to how large his ball sack was. I thought boys' balls were tight against their body and virtually nonexistent. Ben's were plump -- maybe just marble sized but they had a lot of sack around them and you could easily see that magical dividing line down the middle. They gave his flaccid circumcised penis a lift so it was actually pointed more forward than down. I'd guess maybe an inch and a half long. His circumcision scar was minimal -- my compliments to his doctor. I wanted to suck it. Oh my God, why did I just think that? He's a friekin' little kid! I wish I had alcohol to blame on my nasty thoughts but it was just pure lust for a super smooth male body that was fueling my salivating mouth. "My dick is handsome?" "Y-yes it is. Sure. Well, not that I go around and judge dicks. I'm not an expert or anything," I lied. "Yes you are." "What do you mean?" "Ryan, I know you're gay. Dad said they all think so at work so I was determined to find out. My friend Kurt says I have perfect gaydar. I think he's gay but I didn't tell him I know yet. Then I saw the yellow Equal sticker on your bumper at the rest stop. Then there was the fact that you were staring at my dick whenever you got the chance..." I think the beer Ben drank was doing the talking here... well that, and fueling his nerves for standing there naked in front of me. I felt sick to my stomach. I've been outed by a 12 year old! "That sticker means I support equality. And I'm sorry for looking at you. It was really inappropriate." "Don't worry about it. It's not like I haven't had a grownup see me naked before, and like I said, I like being naked," Ben slurred. "What are you talking about?" "Well, I always walk around in my undies at home and even get naked when it's just my dad and me. I know he looks, but he's not gay. He always whistles at me and calls me a hot stud. He never tells me to put clothes on like my mom would. I've been naked from the time I got up `til I went to bed one day when mom had a girl's weekend in Vegas! It was so cool! Dad gets naked sometimes too on the way to the shower and a few times getting his coffee in the kitchen, but mostly keeps his boxers on," Ben rambled. I was amazed. I'd never in a million years be naked in front of my parents! "And I already told you about my scout leaders. They were naked too. Then there's my best friend's dad," Ben explained. "Your gay friend?" I asked. "Yea, Kurt. He's 13 and a half. His dad is gay too. You would like his dad. He's single and available! You guys should date each other! Kurt and I have done some really funny stuff to get him worked up. Kinda like you're acting now. But at least he's out of the closet. And he also gets naked. Unlike you. You're completely clothed and I'm all nakee over here! Why is that?" Ben asked. Boy this kid has guts! "What do you and Kurt do?" I asked, trying to avoid the question about me getting `nakee.' I'll tell you later, if you get naked." We both just looked at each other thinking about me getting naked. "Hey, I'm freezing standing here! Get these pants off me so I can finish showering!" More to come. Please send your comments to mint848848#yahoo.com Look for my other stories in Nifty's Prolific Authors section under Tim Smith.