Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2007 20:18:56 -0800 (PST)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wrong Number - Chapter 3
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Wrong Number
Chapter Three - The Third Call!
About a half hour after Justin had hung up when the doorbell at his house rang,
my phone rang again. Caller-ID again said "unavailable". I didn't really
expect it to be Justin, as he had been pretty sure the person at his door was
Chris, who was coming over so they could have sex, and if that was true, I
doubted they'd be finished already!
"Hi Peter," I was surprised to hear a somewhat dejected sounding Justin say
when I answered the phone.
"Hey Buddy. Why so glum? Wasn't it Chris at the door afterall?" I asked.
"Oh, it was him," Justin said, dully.
"I see. So... You're calling me back sooner than I'd expected. What
happened? Didn't he have time to stay and 'get busy' with you?" I asked.
"Been here. Done that. And he's gone already," Justin said, obviously
disappointed.
"I see," I said. I felt sorry for the boy. It was Obvious to me that this so
called 'friend' was just using him. "Um... so... did you ask him about being
the 'top' once?"
"Yeah," Justin said.
"And???" I asked.
"He said we could try it," Justin said. "So we went up to my room, and got
naked. I greased up and he got on my bed on his hands and knees and stuck his
butt back toward me."
The boy's tone became huskier then as he continued, "Man he has a gorgeous one
too! Firm and muscular. And a little hairy too! Well... compared to me at
least. I don't really have much hair anywhere yet I guess."
Justin gave a short chuckle, then continued.
"Anyway, I couldn't help myself and ran my hands over his cheeks, and played
with them a minute, then fingered his hole a little. He seemed to like that,
and it got me even hotter. Then, I got on my knees between his feet and he
pushed back and down, so his butt was level with my dick. I put the tip of it
on his hole and started to push. Just as I felt it starting to go inside him,
he yelled at me to stop and get it out of him!"
Justin paused then for a moment, as if he was waiting for me to comment.
"I see, so... what happened then?" I asked.
"Well," Justin picked up with his story. "He said it wasn't gonna work because
I'm too big!"
* * *
Justin snorted then and said, "I can't possibly be too big! I'm not a big guy
at all. Fact is - I'm kinda short... all over."
I smiled to myself, and then because he'd paused again, I said, "I'm sure
you're not that small."
"Oh yeah?" Justin said. "I'm only 5 feet tall, and I'm really skinny. I only
weigh 90 pounds! And ... my dick's only 4 inches long when it's hard, and it's
not very thick at all either!"
"I see," I said, still smiling, but thinking to myself that he was indeed on
the small side of life for a 13 year old. To try and cheer him up I added,
"Don't sweat it. You've got plenty of time to grow yet."
"That's what my mom says too," Justin said, resignedly. "So, you think I will
too?"
"Definitely," I said, smiling to myself yet. "You'll get taller, broader, and
heavier, and everything else will grow proportionally too."
"So my dick will get bigger then too?" he asked, in what sounded like a
somewhat hopeful tone.
"Yup!" I said.
"I sure hope so! I'm the smallest guy in my class, and my cock's the smallest
in the locker room too!" he said, again sounding dejected.
"Relax," I said. "You'll grow yet."
"But when?" Justin cried. He was obviously frustrated by his diminutive
stature.
"Well," I said. "I can't answer that Justin. All I can tell you is that if
you eat right, get some exercise, and enough sleep, your body will do its thing
when it's ready."
"Well... any idea how long that might be?" he asked, apparently not happy with
my answer.
"Well, you could go into a growth spurt relatively soon," I said. "But... I
knew a kid when I was in school who was your size. He was still your size when
we graduated. I didn't see him for several months after that, but the next
time I ran into him, I was shocked! He'd grown as tall and broad-shouldered as
me!"
"I might have to wait that long?" Justin cried, clearly upset by what I'd just
said.
I felt bad that I'd told him about my friend Roger. Obviously it was a poor
choice of examples of how long it takes some kids to finish growing.
"Probably not," I said. "He was an extreme case. I expect that you'll notice
a few months from now that you've grown some more, compared to the size you are
now."
"Yeah right!" Justin snorted. "I'll probably always be a shrimp with a nub for
a penis!"
I couldn't help chuckling, as I replied, "Justin, I know it's frustrating, but
listen... I'm sure you're gonna grow more. But even if you stopped now for
some reason, which I really don't see happening, you are already as big as some
men get! And they get along just fine!"
"But - I don't wanta be this short!" Justin whined. "And... I want a bigger
dick!"
I could hear the frustration and inner pain in the boy's voice, and managed to
stifle the laugh I felt rising in my throat.
"I know," I said. "And I'm sure you will get bigger."
There was a pause for a minute then, before Justin said, "Can I ask you
something Peter?"
"Sure," I said.
"Well, how big are you?" he asked.
"I'm 6'0" and weigh 170," I said.
There was another pause, and then in a hesitant voice he asked, "Um... so...
how big's your dick get when it's hard?"
I probably should've expected that to be his next question, but I hadn't. I
chuckled and said, "Well... that's a question adults usually don't answer to
kids I don't think."
"Oh come on! I told you how big mine gets," Justin whined.
I thought a minute, then it occurred to me that he probably really wanted to
know how big he might end up getting, if he did grow.
"I expect," I said. "That what you're really asking me is, how big do adults'
penises get. Right?"
"Wellll..." he hesitated, before blurting. "Yeah! But - I really would like
to know how big YOUR'S is too!"
Again I laughed. In my mind's eye, I could see a boy sitting on the other end
of the phone line, his ears turning red from having asked an embarrassing
question.
"OK," I said, benevolently. "The average size for an adult's penis when it's
erect is between 5" and 7". Mine's a bit above average."
"Really?" he asked. "So - how big is your's?"
I snorted and said, "You're not gonna give up on this are you?"
"Nope!" he chortled. I imagined him on his end of the wire, smiling, and
squeezing his crotch.
"Mine's 8" when it's hard," I said, finally giving in.
"Wow! Really?" Justin said. "Fuck! Your's is twice as long as mine!"
I imagined him holding his hand approximately 8" away from his crotch and
looking down at it with large eyes.
"Well, I'm a big guy," I said.
"Do you think I'll ever be as big as you?" Justin asked.
"I don't know. Maybe," I said. "How tall are your parents?"
"They're both short!" he said, in a crestfallen voice. "My father's only about
5"6', and Mom's not even 5"."
"You're already taller than your mom huh?" I asked, smiling.
"Yeah," he said, sounding happier again.
"Well," I said. "You might not ever get as tall as me, but you'll grow yet."
"What about my penis?" he asked. "How much bigger do you think it'll get?"
Smiling, I said, "I don't know Justin. But I do know one thing. Answer me a
question."
"OK," he said.
"You jack off right?" I said.
There was a momentary pause. I imagined that he was surprised by my question.
"It's OK if you do, all guys do," I said.
Another pause, then "Well, if all guys do, and you know I'm a guy, how come
you're asking if I do?"
I chuckled and said, "Good point. I guess I mean, have you started jacking off
already? I assume since you and Chris do other things, you probably do."
"Well, duh!" he gave a chuckle. Then apparently realizing he might've sounded
rude, he added, "Yes, I jerk off!"
Smiling, I said, "Thanks for admitting it!"
"No problem, but what's your point?" he asked.
"Oh yeah," I said, forgetting for a moment why I asked. Quickly I added,
"Well... this might sound stupid, but... do you enjoy masturbating?"
Another momentary pause, but then he laughed and said, "OK - why would I do it
if I didn't like it?"
"OK," I said, realizing it was probably a dumb question. "My point is... if
you're able to jack off, and you enjoy it when you do, then your penis is
adequate already! It's big enough that you can enjoy it and get lot's of
pleasure from it! So... even if it weren't to grow anymore - which I doubt - I
think it'll get bigger - but even if it didn't - it's already big enough so you
can have fun with it! And that's what really matters in life!"
Justin didn't respond immediately. I imagined he was digesting what I'd just
said. Finally though, he said, "Well... OK - I guess that makes sense... but
if that's true - how come everybody thinks that bigger cocks are better?"
I'd hoped our conversation over the size of Justin's manhood was finished, but
apparently it wasn't.
Sighing slightly, I said, "Well... I guess for some people - girls and guys -
they feel that a bigger penis being stuffed inside them feels better. But
Justin, there's more to that, that you might not have thought about. See...
it's possible to have a penis that's so large, that it causes problems.
Problems for the person trying to take it, and problems for the guy who owns it
too! If it's too big, sometimes a guy can't find anyone who can handle taking
the whole thing in their mouth, or up their butt. So they have more limited
amounts of people they can be with, or activities they can get involved in,
compared to a guy who's smaller! And... in particular - a guy with a smaller
dick can usually get deep-throated - while guys with big dicks, usually can't
get all of their tool in a person's mouth! So - guys with smaller ones can
experience a little bit more fun, than guys with huge ones!
More silence, then Justin said, "Well, I never thought of it that way!"
I chuckled as he added in a lighter, somewhat surprised tone, "I actually feel
a little better knowing that!"
"Cool!" I said.
We were both quiet for a moment, so I decided to take the chance to change the
subject.
* * *
"So, what happened with you and Chris after he told you he couldn't take your
dick up his butt?" I asked.
"Oh!" Justin said. He'd obviously forgotten what we'd started talking about to
begin with. Quickly he said "Well, I apologized for hurting him. He told me
it was OK, just he's not used to having anything up his ass. Then he says 'I
can fuck you though if you want!'. Well, there wasn't much else to do, so we
traded places. I asked him then if he could keep going after he came, if I
hadn't got off by then too. He said he'd try."
"Did he keep going?" I asked, as Justin took a breath.
"Well, he greased up and stuck it in me, and fucked me for a minute. Just as
it was starting to feel really good, he sped up and started breathing funny. I
knew he was about to blow. That got me more excited. Anyway a couple seconds
later he starts cumming. He kept on going til he was finished. I thought he
was going to stop then, and hollered at him to keep going. He did. A minute
later, I started cumming, while he's still fucking me. I could tell though he
was getting soft. Before I finished, he stopped and pulled out of me!"
"Asshole," I muttered.
"Well, he'd gone soft!" Justin said. "He couldn't keep going."
"What'd he do then?" I asked.
"Well, he grabbed some Kleenex and started wiping his cock off," Justin said.
"And you were still cumming?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said.
"What'd you do? Finish by jacking off?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said. "By the time I was finished, he was getting dressed."
"He got dressed while you were still cumming?" I asked, increduloulsy.
"Well, he was done," Justin said. "And he had to go somewhere."
"He's an asshole!" I declared emphatically.
"Well..." Justin started, but trailed off.
"Justin!" I said. "The guy's using you! It's OK if he couldn't keep fucking
you because he went soft after he finished, but he should've stayed inside you
til you were done! Or, at least he should've reached down and finished you
with a hand job! And he should NEVER have just gotten up, cleaned himself off,
and gotten dressed while you were still cumming! That's plain rude!"
Justin was quiet for a minute, but finally said sadly, "I guess maybe you're
right... um listen, I gotta go."
"Are you OK?" I asked, concerned.
"Yeah. I just gotta go now," he said.
"OK," I said. "Well... call again if you wanta talk, OK?"
"OK, g'bye," He said.
"Bye Justin," I said.
I heard a click as he hung up.
I hung up too then, and sat frowning. I felt bad for the boy. Obviously all
he was to Chris was a warm recepticle for the older boy's dick! The least the
kid could do was make sure Justin had a good time too! I hoped Justin was OK.
I wondered if he'd ever call back again...
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