Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2002 18:30:41 -0600
From: Justin Kase <sbc_tek@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chad and Jeremy's little bro  - the next part, 11

If you asked me, I would say I didn't have all that many sexual adventures
with my own friends when I was growing up, especially before I started
writing these stories.  When ever I think back to where or when I
experienced something or the first time of significant events, it sure did
seem like it had to do with at least one of my brothers and their friends.
Then, in the same way that I am reminded to write a story about my brothers
and me, some little memory will leap in and I realized I did do a little
more with my friends.

Quiz, short for his last name of Quisenberry, was a good boy.  He rarely
was in trouble, and he recognized opportunities for it and slyly avoided
them.  That didn't deter me from finding things for us to tempt trouble.
Most of the time it was throwing rocks at old house windows, setting ant
hills on fire with gasoline, or sneaking into the high school football
games.  I'm not sure if he was all that good a boy, or whether we were just
very lucky and rarely got caught.

Quiz lived in a house about 3 doors down from us. Our yard was always a
mess, old cars, parts of oil field equipment, no grass, holes dug, and
little structures made from the junk to hide little boys doing stuff.
Quiz's yard was not much more attractive, no junk but weeds as tall as he
was, and very little concern giving to much of the yard or house.  There
were paint cans sitting next to about the small part of the house that had
been painted, only about a 5 feet wide area near the corner of the house.
Quiz's father had started painting when Quiz was probably younger than 3
and that was the last thing he ever did.  I was never told what happened, I
just know his father disappeared.  That was about 8 or 9 years earlier than
the time I'm writing about.

Quiz and I were 11 or 12 at the time. We were really about the same age but
he seemed so much younger physically.  I matured late myself and never had
impressive equipment, littlest dick in the family of a family of little
dicks.  Quiz had a dick that would amaze, amaze at how small.  He wasn't
skinny by any measure but he wasn't fat.  He wasn't one of those fat boys
where their dicks would disappear in the puffy baby fat.  His dick was a
dark little mushroom cap.  It was as purple as any thing on a human body
could be.  He was circumcised, I realize now, and only a little roll of
skin, no thicker than a quarter inch long made up the entire shaft of his
dick.  It was just this little purple mushroom cap stuck between his legs,
it was cute.  His sack was no bigger than a 50-cent piece.  I wasn't sure
he even had balls in there, it looked like a soft little empty sack.
Covertly, I did make sure there were balls in there a few years earlier
during a sleepover.  Tiny, hard things but they were balls.

I had almost forgotten that I had snuck a feel a few years earlier.  It was
just one of those opportunities that presented itself.  Sleepovers with us
were always in our twin beds, snugged up close together all night.  I
didn't have to go far, just twist my hand off my balls and reach and feel
his.  I had a habit then and really still do of sleeping while holding on
to my naughty bits.

The entertainment at his house during our sleepovers were either tormenting
or spying on his sisters.  They never really impressed me, or really
excited me sexually.  We would spy on them pissing, dressing, touching
themselves, but it was merely the excitement of spying rather than what we
saw that made it fun.  It was the day I walked into the bathroom while one
of them was in the tub that I first realized that girls could have pubic
hair too.  All I had planned to do was shock her by walking in and pissing
and letting her see me. Yea, she yelled and all, threw stuff at me, but it
was fun and I got my first beaver shot.

Quiz was never the center of attention but I don't think he was neglected
by his mother.  My father always described Quiz's mother as hating anything
with a swinging dick.  That sure didn't describe Quiz, so he was safe.

In the winter, it was tough hanging around the neighborhood, too cold and
it got dark too early.  We would find places to hang out, one was the
bowling alley a few blocks away.  There was always a crowd there at night
and crowds made situations safer then.  It was a favorite hang out for all
the kids, my brothers had their favorite areas, pinball games and things to
do.  I heard the stories from there.  Supposedly, that is where Jeremy and
his friends took turns with Emma Jean Kokernot.  That is where Chad
convinced his friend Mike to stick his dick in a bowling ball, only one
mighty pull saved Mike from the severe embarrassment of needing help to get
the stuck ball off his dick.  And the old dudes there were always willing
to supply the boys with Lone Star and Coors, just as long as they didn't
tell who bought it from them if the sheriff showed up.  It was also the
place of legendary blow jobs.

That is what we had in mind on that particular winter night.  The story
went that if a boy went to the restroom at the far end of the bowling alley
and waited just a few minutes, an old guy would come in and pull your dick
out and start sucking it.  The restroom was back behind another door and
hardly anyone knew about it.  Apparently, anyone who did know about it were
great graffiti artists because every wall in the place was covered.  I had
been there a few times by myself or with my brothers because it was in the
hallway that led to the back door closest to our house.

It was our intent to visit that bowling alley restroom and get our blow
job.
  It took a little talking to get Quiz to go.  I don't think he understood
what a blow job was in the first place and then I know he couldn't imagine
why you would want anyone to suck on your dick and get it all wet.  He
agreed to at least go and watch.  I didn't have any problem with that if he
wanted to watch.  I kept at it and he finally agreed that if I got a blow
job first he would get one.

I had never seen Quiz's dick hard.  I started to wonder if it would spring
out and look like the other boners I had seen or if it would get much
bigger at all.  I had seen other boys including my brothers in various
states of hardness, from limp little things to semi-hard chubbies, to full
blown rock hard boners.  The only thing I had ever seen on Quiz was that
little nub. The closer we got to going to the bowling alley, the more I
started thinking more about seeing Quiz bone up than I did about getting a
blow job.

When we got to the alley, we got away from my brother and his buddies.  We
walked around, looking for our friends and to peek at the door to the
restroom where we would go in a little while.  I looked at the men there, I
wondered which one was the one.  The other boys were not real clear about
what he looked like. I thought it was a bad description then; he had hair,
he was older, he had glasses, and he was "this tall", with a hand leveling
off about a boy's belt buckle.

I just couldn't stand it, I was so anxious to go into that restroom.  I
wanted to do some exploring with Quiz, I wanted to look and feel that cute
little nubbie.  And we went.  Just as we walked through the first door, I
looked back to see if anyone noticed.  There were guys at little tables
drinking beer, the bowlers paying attention to their games, and the group
surrounding my brother bull-shitting each other.  My dick was starting to
strain my Levi's already.
   We went right to the restroom.  It was small, had a rack of cleaning
stuff and mop buckets stood behind the door.  It was fairly clean, at least
to my standards of the day.  It was a lot better than the pisser at the
stadium where all the men and boys stood side by side and pissed on a
lightly sunken part of the floor with water running down the wall and into
the drain.  (I lost a shoe to that trough when I was 3.)

We moved around, speculating about whether we would be standing on the
toilets, or if the older dude would sit and we stand.  We noticed only one
of the locks of the stalls worked, like it really mattered with that type
of construction.  We did decide it would be better to use the one that
locked.  We giggled a little, I felt the anticipation in my pants and then
it got real quiet.  The rumble of the bowling continued but we stopped
talking and laughing. A rush of fear shivered through me, I was all ready
to quit right then and run out.  If it hadn't been for Quiz saying he
needed to piss, I would have left. Quiz had to piss all the time, I guess
he had a bladder about the same size as his dick.

He went into the stall and started to close the door on me.  I pushed my
way in a little and Quiz looked at me like he wanted me out.  I asked to
let me see.  It took only that one request and I was in.  He just unzipped
and placed both hands around the opening, I laughed to myself that it sure
didn't need both hands to handle what he had.  I couldn't see a thing as he
got ready.  I was right to the side of the toilet but there was no dick
poking out to glimpse.
  I actually put my hand in front of his jean opening and told him to wait.
I guess I expected to plug the hole with my hand.  I begged a little for
him to pull his pants down so I could see the piss come out.  Quiz
questioned why I wanted to see, I convinced him that I had never seen piss
come right out of a dick and wanted to.  I was really wondering how piss
could come out of such a small dick.

I watched with my mouth open as the piss started flowing.  I studied how
purple his dickhead was, it looked like the skin on it was so thin, I liked
the little roll of skin right behind the head, I wanted to reach out and
flick it and see if it would bounce a little.  He quickly finished and even
with that short little weenie, Quiz shook the last drop out.  Quiz got a
little bold, I think he saw how much I liked looking, and he turned my way
and shook his hips.  Not even his little ball sack moved as he shook.

I sprang into action, I had to piss now.  With Quiz's pants still down to
his knees, I fought to undo my buckle and pants.  It was the first time my
hands had so much trouble doing a simple task as unzipping.  I pulled my
pants and underwear down, much lower than necessary and pulled my shirt and
jacket up in all one quick motion.  I felt my dick bounce just as Quiz said
'kewl'.  I felt the cooler air hit my balls and it felt like a huge
unveiling as I stood there half naked.

Like I said, I wasn't huge then, but my little dick would get as hard as
could be.  It felt like a steel rod covered with silky soft skin to slide
around it.  I fingered it, pulled on my little balls, stretched the skin
around it, all to give Quiz a show.  The more I did, the tighter Quiz
squeezed on his little nub. I couldn't see his dick at all.  Now, even then
I couldn't piss with a boner and really I just wanted to show off.  Quiz
urged me to piss so he could see. I closed my eyes and stood still, the
same as I did in the mornings to start pissing.  (My oldest brother would
teach me later that jacking was as effective and more fun.)  I could feel
like I was ready to start when Quiz reached out and touched the tip.  Oh, I
got harder immediately!  I guess Quiz thought if I had my eyes closed I
couldn't tell if my dick was getting touched.

I jumped back and Quiz said he was sorry, I sure wasn't and as I pushed my
hips forward, I told him he could touch more.  It took a little enticing,
actually begging for him to put his fingers back on my dick.  At first he
squeezed the head of my dick with just a finger and his thumb. Then he
moved his hand back along the shaft, even then squeezing it and not
stroking.  Quiz then took one finger and started to pet it like it was a
caterpillar.  A single finger rubbing from the base of my dick to the very
tip, following the little ridge around my head and circling under the tip.
Quiz's finger rubbed every bit of the surface, moving around to the bottom
side of my dick.  When he touched a spot right under my dick head, right
where is meets the shaft, I jumped, I sucked in air and even my knees
buckled a little.

Quiz saw that reaction and grinned.  He used two fingers to rub that spot,
making a come-here motion with each finger.  I rose on my tip-toes, I bit
my lip, Quiz found the best spot on body.  Quiz was laughing and enjoying
it almost as much as I was.  He would later tell me that it reminded him of
rubbing a dog's belly and getting his leg to move.

Quiz pointed out that my balls disappeared.  I had never noticed that
before, the more excited I got the more my balls were drawn up.  I was a
little worried, I wasn't sure that they would come back down with the way
the petting was making me feel.  I reached out and grabbed Quiz's butt and
pulled him to face me.  I looked down and saw his boner for the first time.
I bet he grew an entire half inch!  Still just that very purple little head
but now a shaft of smooth soft skin separated the head from his body.

I lined up and pushed our dicks together.  Our heads were flicking back and
forth. I would twist my hips and let our dicks press together and my dick
would slide against his smooth skin of his belly.  Each time my dick would
move against his, Quiz would make a little sound, an little uh-huh each
time.

I noticed how his hands were actively squeezing my butt. He would pull my
cheeks apart and I would get that little blast of cool air hit my hole.  I
got into the same rhythm with his soft little butt.  I used that grab to
position Quiz's dick so that it was rubbing right in that good spot under
my dickhead.

I was getting hot, I wished I had taken off my jacket, I wanted a whole lot
fewer clothes on.  I was sweating and I the scent from both of us was
increasing.  Quiz was giggling, panting, cussing, making all kinds of
little hot noises.  It made it feel all so much better when we let our
faces touch.  The soft skin of his cheeks pressed against mine, we leaned
into each other more and more.

Right then, the door to the restroom opened.  The little screech of the
door hinge sounded like an alarm.  Quiz and I stood straight up. Pressing
our bodies together so to hide our nakedness.  My naked butt pointed toward
the stall door.  It was just instinct to clutch each other, it was surely
an incriminating position we were to be found in.  We froze.  Didn't dare
take a breath.  The man who came in stopped for a second, and then walked
to the sink.  While he ran a little water, I looked into Quiz's eyes, he
was so scared.  The man just wiped a towel along the sink and then left
while making a little humming noise.  I suspect he knew we were in there,
and probably knew we were playing around.

As soon as the man left, we pulled our pants back on.  Tucking in shirts
and making sure jackets were pulled down low surely made us look innocent.
We were out of there in no time.  We went straight out the back door and
headed for my house.

I couldn't sleep that night.  It was the first of many blue ball evenings.
My dick tingled for hours.  I kept thinking of Quiz, remembering the feel
of our dicks. I duplicated that petting motion under my head.  I could
smell Quiz's dick on my fingers.  I humped the pillows on my bed.  I smiled
as I remembered the reason we were even in that restroom, we never did find
that old blowing dude.

I was just about calmed down and asleep when Chad came home.  He was pissed
because I had left, he searched for me awhile until he just decided to hope
that I was home.  His fist thumping my chest let me know he was displeased.
It was his problem, he missed out on me telling him about Quiz.  I used to
be able to tell him stories and make him jack.  He may even read this one
now, though.