Date: Thu, 23 Aug 2007 14:14:29 -0700
From: dude sweet <dudesweet (at) hotmail (dot) com>
Subject: Microscopic Sperm

  I was teamed up with Gene to work on a science
project. I think maybe that Mr. Feinstein puts the
really good students with the not so good students.
Gene was the class genius, so I guess you can figure
out my standing.

  Anyway, I didn't know Gene that well. I remember he
was in my 5th and 6th grade class, but we didn't
interact very much. I was into sports and he was
into...whatever he was into that had nothing to do with
sports. Not only was he the class brain, but he was
the class wimp. He was almost a foot shorter than me,
and I wasn't even the tallest boy in the class.
Actually the tallest person in our class was Sandy
Witherspoon. She had also been the tallest in 5th and
6th grade. She was a giant, and skinny as a tetherball
pole. Even though he was the class wimp, nobody really
picked on him that much. He was an okay guy, and
didn't show off his brain too much. He just didn't
like to do the things me and my friends did, so I
didn't really know too much about him.

  So we had to sit next to each other at the lab table
in science and pick a topic.

  "What do you want to do it on?" he asks me.

  "I don't care. What will get us an `A'?"

  He laughs, "We will get an `A', don't worry. But I
don't want to do ALL the work. You need to help some
too."

  "I will help. I'm no freeloader." But he was right,
we were practically guaranteed an `A'.

  "So what are you interested in?"

  "Nothing really. You?"

  "Basically everything. I love science." Yeah, I
figured that out. "What did you do your report last
year on?"

  "Cells."

  "So you want to do it on cells this year? Since you
know some stuff about it?"

  "Yeah, I guess."

  "You want to work at my place or yours? I got a
microscope."

  Jesus, he's got a microscope at his house! "Yours, I
guess." Plus I had three sisters at my house. All
three were pains in the ass if you know what I mean.
We set up a time to meet Thursday after school at his
house.

  His room was crazy: Harry Potter and Star Wars shit
everywhere. In fact, for a nerd, I would have to say
he had a very cool room. We started the project and
then agreed to meet again Saturday. I almost forgot
Saturday morning, but luckily he called me and I rode
my bike very fast and only got there 30 minutes late.

  He basically had all of his part of the project done,
but was really nice about helping me with my parts. He
said he wasn't going to do it for me, only just help.
Actually, he turned out to be a pretty OK guy. His mom
made us humongous sandwiches for lunch, loaded with
lots of meat. We also got to drink Dr. Pepper instead
of just milk, so that was cool too; my mom hates us
having sodas.

  Later when we are taking a break in the afternoon, he
asks me if I want to spend the night. I figured what
the hell.

  "Yeah, but I don't have any stuff with me."

  "Ok, cool. You can borrow some of my stuff." We look
at each other and at our major difference in size and
both bust up laughing.

  I call my mom and his mom arranges everything with my
mom. When we are eating dinner (homemade pizza!) his
mom tells Gene to get me some stuff to wear so she can
wash all my clothes. In his room, he gets some gym
shorts that look like they might almost fit me and a t
shirt that will definitely fit me.

  "Get changed and I will take your stuff down to my
mom." I pull the shorts up but they really are too
small and my boxers stick out all over the place.

  "Is it ok if I just wear my boxers? These shorts
don't fit."

  "Yeah sure. I usually just wear underwear at home
anyways." Gene takes my stuff to his mom or to the
washroom in the basement or wherever.

  While he's gone, I start looking through some of the
slides he made himself, before we started working on
the project. I found an entire box of slides with his
name on the outside. I take a slide out. It said,
"Mine 9/19/05."

  My what? I wondered. I put it under the microscope.
It looked like tiny little purple squiggly lines. I
knew the purple was from the stain that you put on
some stuff to make it show up better under the
microscope, but I wasn't sure what the squiggly things
were. I was pretty sure I had seen them before when I
did my cell report last year, but didn't really
remember.

  I pull out another slide. It says "Mine 9/16/05." It
looks like more squiggles. I pull out the first slide
on the box. It is labeled "Sperm 8/20/05."

  Sperm! His sperm? I couldn't believe he could even
make sperm. I only started making sperm this summer.
Looking at the slides and the dates, he must have
started this summer too.

  Gene came back in the room with a robe. "Here's my
dad's robe. My mom wants to wash your boxers too. You
can wear the robe. Is that cool?"

  "Sure," I was grabbing the robe. I put it on, tie it
securely, and then pull off my boxers. He takes them
back out of the room. I sit back down at his desk and
look at some more of the sperm slides. I guess the
little squiggly things are sperm. Being naked under
the robe, thinking about sperm and jacking off, I
start to get a boner. I adjust it, so the robe belt is
squishing it, so it won't stick out and continue to
look at the slides. It looks like he has a slide since
Aug 20, about one every week.

  Does that mean he only jacks off once a week? Shit,
I'm surprised he can jack off. Hell, I'm surprised he
even knows about jacking off. He just doesn't look
like the jacking off type. Short, wimpy, squeaky.

  He comes back in the room and sees what I am looking
at. I look up at him. He is blushing a bright pink. He
must be hella embarrassed.

  "These your slides? Your sperms?"

  "Uh...I...Uh." He can't talk.

  "It's cool, man. Don't be embarrassed. I mean, shit,
you even got hair?"

  He nods.

  "You jack off and make sperm slides every week?"

  He nods.

  "Why?"

  "Well, I am doing an experiment to see if my sperm
count increases as I get older."

  "A jacking off experiment????? " I let out a laugh.

  "You won't tell anybody?" he asks, almost pleading.

  "No. it's cool with me. I mean, everybody does it."
Or so I've heard.

  His pink starts to diminish a little. "It's really
cool when you first put them under the slide. The
sperm are still alive and you can see them swimming
around."

  Then he gets bright pink again.

  "No way! They swim around?"

  "Yeah." He looks down at my lap. "You want to see
yours?"

  I look down at my lap. My boner has worked its way
loose from the belt and is not only sticking straight
up in the air. It is sticking out of the robe.

  "Damn," I say putting my boner back in hiding. He's
the first person on the planet to see my boner.

  "It's cool. I got one too." He grabs his dick through
his shorts.

  "Yeah?" I ask.

  "Yeah." Silence. "So you want to see the swimmers in
action?"

  I think that he's asking me if I want to jack off. Or
maybe if I want to watch him jack off, I'm not sure.

  "You mean jack off?" I ask.

  "Yeah. It's the bomb to see them moving. I'll go
first if you want, then you can go."

  "Uh, ok."

  He goes over and locks his door. Damn, he's lucky. My
sisters and mom barge into my room anytime they have
an excuse. I sure wish I had a fucking lock.

  He grabs an empty slide and goes over to his bed. He
pulls off his shirt (no arm pit hair) and stops to
look at me. "You won't tell?"

  "No way." Why am I getting so fucking horny?

  He pulls his pants and tight whities down to his
knees. His boner pops up. He leans back on his bed and
starts to pound it. I can't really see any hair. His
dick looks about 4 inches. I had never seen another
boner before. It was very interesting. Also, he only
used his two fingers and thumb to jack off because his
dick was so small. Suddenly, I realize that my hand is
inside my robe, squeezing my horny dick.

  He jacks like in fast motion and has kicked off his
pants and shorts and is naked except for his white
socks. Not that I'm looking at his socks. He lets out
a grunt, wipes his finger on his dick, then the slide.
He gets up and comes over to the desk. While he's
putting the stain and slide cover over his sperm, I
get a good eye level look at his dick. Yeah, he's got
maybe 30 hairs and his boner is still sticking
straight up.

  He puts the slide in the microscope and says, "Ok
look. They die pretty quick, but you can see them
swimming."

I look and sure enough the son of a bitch sperms are
swimming around. "Damn!"

  "Yeah, told you it was cool." I continue to look at
them, while squeezing my boner.

  "Your turn now." Oh, yeah, I agreed to jack off. And
boy, was I horny. I just pull open my robe, wrap my
hand around my 5 and 1/2 inches and start pounding. He
takes a quick look, then writes the date on his slide.
He gets another blank slide and kneels down right next
to me, getting a close up eye level view of me
jacking. I squirt past my belly button and he quickly
puts his finger in my sperm. I'm still coming, but not
shooting as he stains and covers the slide.

  He gets it in the microscope, then exclaims, "Jesus!
You got way more sperm than I do." He moves back and I
look at my sperm. Damn! The little buggers are
swimming, looking for an egg to fertilize, I guess.

  "Fast little guys," I announce.

  "Yeah," he replies.

  And then, I'm feeling kind of embarrassed. I mean,
he's standing there naked, still with a boner. I'm
sitting my robe open, my boner just hanging out.

  I close my robe and ask, "So what you want to do now?"

  He looks down at his own boner and nakedness. He
pulls on his briefs, then puts on a robe from his
closet.

  "Hey, that's not fair. You get underwear under your
robe and I don't."

  He laughs, reaches up under his robe and pulls off
his briefs.

  Then he says to me," It's still not fair. You got a
t-shirt under your robe and I don't."

  I whip off my robe, not at all embarrassed about my
still hard dick and pull off my t-shirt.

  "Socks, too," I tell him pulling on my robe and tying
down my boner. He sits on his bed, pulls his leg up
and totally exposes his still hard dick. Finally we
are both in robes and nothing else.

  "Want to watch a movie? Harry Potter? The first one
ok?"

  I hadn't seen it since the movies. "Yeah. Is it ok to
wear only these robes in your living room? Your mom or
dad won't care?"

  "It's cool. I just wear underwear usually at night."
The thought of him running around in his underwear all
night in front of his parents makes me laugh a little.
I'm not allowed out of my room unless I have on shorts
and my mom sometimes even bitches if I don't have on a
shirt. We take a detour to put my stuff in the dryer
and back up to the living room. He finds the DVD and
puts it in.

  "You still got a boner?" I ask, noticing his robe
sticking out.

  He looks around, unties his robe and flashes me. Yes,
he still has a boner. "Do you?"

  "Not really, only a semi," I tell him.

  He lifts up my robe to peek. I open it all the way so
he can see. It starts to get hard in the freedom. The
movie starts and we close up our robes.

  About halfway though, he mom comes in and says they
are going to bed, for us to keep it quiet. Gene says
goodnight, then follows his mom down the hall. He says
goodnight to his dad and comes back into the living
room. He stands in front of the movie, opens his robe
and shows me his boner!

  I laugh. Then he grabs his boner and makes noises and
moves it around like it was a light saber from Star
Wars. Then he takes off his robe and holds it in front
of his dick and pretends to be a bull fighter. Then he
pulls it over his head and pretends to be little red
riding hood. Naked little red riding hood, that is.
It's stupid, but a cool sort of stupid.

  "Come on," he says encouraging me to strip off my
robe. I pull it open and show him my boner. He sits
down, still naked and gets a good look. "How big is
it?" he asks.

  I tell him.

  "Damn! And loads of hair too." He rubs his small
sparse patch.

  "You got a lot too, for a little guy."

  "Little guy? Little Guy?" He grabs his boner. "You
call this little?"

  We both laugh. We watch a little more Happy Potter,
him naked, me leaving my robe open. Eventually my
boner goes down.

  Gene looks over. "Your boner went away."

  I look. His is still going strong. "Maybe he wants a
rest."

  "Let's jack off and make another slide. See if we get
the same sperm count."

  "OK."

  He turns off the TV and carries his robe, walking
naked to his room. He's got a small cute butt. I leave
my robe open and follow. By the time we get there, my
dick is back to hardness. He locks the door, grabs two
slides and sits on the edge of his bed.

  "Want to do it together?"

  "Sure," I answer, stripping off my robe and sitting
next to him. We lean back and go for it. It's a lot of
fun to do it and watch him do it.

  He comes and jumps up to prepare his slide, leaving
mine next to me. I come and rush over to let him
prepare. We examine both slides, staying naked.

  "See, not as many sperm. The more you do it, the less
sperm each time."

  "Yeah? How many times have you done it in a row?"

  "Three. Can you do more?"

  "Yeah, I say proudly. "Five is my record, but I could
maybe do six. I don't know."

  "You want to do it again some more tonight? We can
compare the numbers each time."

  "Ok, cool. Maybe we could put this in our report."

  Gene thinks about what I just said. "Actually we
could put this in as an appendix. We could be subject
"A" and subject "B". We would have to keep records."
He thinks some. "We would need a lot of data to do a
good report."

  "Data?"

  "Yeah, you would need to come over after school so we
could jack off and count the sperms. See if the count
goes up as we get older and down as we do it a bunch
of times in a row."

  "Ok. You want to do it again now?" I mean we both
still had boners.

  "Hell, yes." It was the first time I ever heard him
cuss.

  His didn't even squirt, just made one drop. I had a
good orgasm and a few good gobs of sperm. I did it
again right before we went to sleep and two more times
in the morning. And many, many times over the next
couple of weeks. We got an `A+' on the report.

  Cells are cool.