Date: Wed, 17 Aug 2016 18:24:42 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tim Smith <mint848848@yahoo.com>
Subject: Zach's Obsession with Wieners - Chapter 10

A few days later, I knocked on the Holt's door to find Arnie.  I didn't see
Julie's car in the driveway when I went to see if Arnie could help me with
something.  I knew he would – he has really become my best friend –
even with our age difference.  But since their car was missing, I was
afraid nobody was home.  Dad has been bugging me to saw up a branch that
came down back in the big storm weeks before.  Yes – the storm that got
me and Arnie together.  This branch was too big to move in one piece and
all we had was a hand saw to cut it.  I tried once and the blade kept
getting caught.  In fact, the saw is still in the log where it got pinched
the last time I attempted to saw it.  Why cut it today?  `Cuz Dad
threatened to not let me pick my favorite restaurant for my 11th birthday
that was coming up.  I knew he would give in, but I wanted to finish the
work for him anyway.  He works hard at his job.  In fact, he was there now
– on a Saturday.  Mom was helping her girlfriend with a garage sale.
She tried getting me to go along, but I pretended to sleep when she poked
her head in my bedroom door this morning.  She left me a note to not get in
trouble while she and Dad were not home

Arnie's dad Michael answered the door.

"Hi Zach!  It's great to see you!  It's been so long!" he said with a
smile.

It's true.  Michael hasn't been around much when I've been visiting with
Arnie.

"Is Arnie home?" I asked.

"No buddy – he's at karate.  I think he's going to shoot some hoops
later after that.  I'm sure you can catch him there," he suggested.

Frustration must have shown on my face since Michael asked me what was
wrong.  I told him the story about the tree branch and the pinched saw
blade.  He surprised me by not only offering to help me but he had an
electric chain saw that he said he'd bring over!

"It's only fair that I help you out since you helped me," he said while
smiling.

I wasn't sure if he meant when I helped out in his yard or with his sex
stuff.  Up to that point, I wasn't thinking about sex stuff because I had
the work on my mind, but my thoughts quickly flashed back to the time
behind Michael's shed and up in his bathroom.  Maybe he'll show me his
wiener again.  He did it when nobody else is around, just like today.

"Let's take care of it right away.  We'll grab my chainsaw and then you can
change into something to work in.  Those shorts you have on are too nice to
ruin," Michael said as he stared and pointed to my shorts.  He grabbed a
leg cuff with his fingers and pulled on it a little.  He fingers also
touched my leg.  Something that simple made my wiener hard!

We walked over to my back yard and looked at the branch.  With Michael's
chainsaw, it wasn't going to be too bad I thought.  I unlocked the patio
door and Michael followed me in.

"Go ahead and change," he reminded me as he pointed up to the ceiling to
where my room is.

I did as told.  I didn't bother closing my door like I normally do when I
change because nobody was home to see me.  I chose a pair of soccer shorts.
They had a small tear in them from gym class so they weren't that nice
anymore.  I was feeling horny from thinking back to when I watched Michael
jerk off and cum so I decided to "go commando."  Soccer shorts have big leg
openings so I was sure to get a nice breeze while I worked.  I put the
shorts on my bed and rummaged in my dresser for a tank top.

"Cool room," I hear Michael's voice behind me.

I turned around and saw he had stepped in my bedroom looking around at my
posters, computer and TV.  I thanked him and wondered if he was going to
leave so I could change but he just stood in the doorway looking around.  I
was feeling shy but at the same time, kind of excited.  Back then, I had no
idea what sexual tension was, but that's what I was feeling.  Should I just
change in front of Michael?  After all, he let me look at him.  Since it
was just the two of us, I felt playful.  Naughty even.  Like he was to me
in his bathroom.  Just changing in front of him wasn't a big deal, right?
I pulled my shirt over my head and was going to put my tank top on right
away, but instead, I threw it across the room onto my bed where my shorts
already laid.  Here goes nothing... I faced away from Michael and pulled my
shorts down to my ankles and stepped out of them.  I was literally shaking
from my heart beating so fast.  I tried to think of something that would
delay the next move so I picked up a paper off my dresser and pretended to
read it dressed only in my underwear.  It was the warrantee information
from a fan my dad put in my room so if Michael could see that, he'd wonder
why the heck I'd be reading it!  I balled up the paper and tossed it across
the room making a perfect shot into my waste basket.

"Nice shot," Michael complimented me.  I smiled at him.

Then I did it.  While facing Michael, I hooked my thumbs into my white
briefs and pulled them off my ass and down my legs.  Michael openly stared.
At that moment, I didn't care if he looked.  I knew he liked the way I
looked.  I walked to my dresser completely naked and fumbled around in a
drawer looking for nothing.  My wiener was soft but I was really excited.
I wasn't sure why I didn't get a boner.  Oops – the moment I started
thinking about getting hard, I did.  I was facing away from Michael so he
didn't know but there was no way I could prevent Michael from seeing it
because my shorts were in between us on my bed.  I peeked over my shoulder
and Michael was looking at his phone.  I should have been relieved that he
wasn't still looking at me but I kind of wanted him to look at the same
time.  Weird.  A sound came from his phone and I figured Michael was
reading the screen to me.

"They caught that guy who robbed the Quik Mart," he read.  I assumed he had
the same local TV station app as my dad where is sends out news headlines.
I just replied with a simple "Huh."  Well, if Michael was busy reading the
news story, that was my chance.

I turned around quickly and stepped towards my bed – my hard wiener
leading the way.  Michael continued to look at his phone.  But for some
reason, I wanted to be noticed.  So instead of pulling my shorts on, I
reached for my tank top.  I pretended to not be able to determine which was
the front and turned it inside out so I would have to turn it back.  I
looked through the shirt at my boner.  It was really hard – I could tell
by how high it was pointed – almost touching my belly.  I ran out of
ways to delay and finally pulled my shirt over my head.  It wasn't long
enough to hide my boner.  I stood sideways and looked to see if Michael was
looking at me.  He was still reading his phone but it quickly dawned on me
that he was only pretending to.  I looked at his eyes and easily saw he was
looking past the screen to watch me.  I turned towards him and back and
even dropped my shorts so I had to bend over to pick them back up.  This
was so naughty but I loved it!  My heartbeat was so strong, I felt it
pounding in my chest.  Once I pulled my shorts on, I tucked my boner under
the waist band and faced Michael.

"No undies?" he asked.

"Nope," I simply answered.

"Cool," he answered back with a smile.

With that, Michael tapped his phone screen and finally took it away from
his face.  Now wait a second.  I don't know why I didn't think of it
earlier, but I think he may have been secretly taking of video of me that
whole time!  Oh my God.

"Okay, see ya in the yard," Michael said and just walked out of my room and
down the steps.  I really didn't know how I felt about the video.  I kind
of liked that Zach's dad was a perv and was messing around with me, but I
was thinking how awful it would be if someone found the video.  Then again,
I wasn't even sure he was taking a video.  Maybe he was taking photos.
Same thing really.  I had to somehow get his phone to check.

"I have to pee," I told Michael as we walked down the hall.

"You can do that outside," was his reply.

"Eh, no thanks... I'm good," I said.  Michael seemed bummed, but I really
didn't have to pee.  I was just going to try to make my wiener get soft.
The problem was, it wouldn't go soft no matter how long I stood there.  I
even flicked it like Arnie taught me.  I finally gave up and pulled my
shorts waist band over it again and walked downstairs.

I met Michael in the back yard.  He was unwrapping his extension cord for
the saw.

"Do you have a pitcher for ice water?  I don't know about you, but I'm
thirsty already," Michael asked.

I nodded and walked toward the French door that led to the kitchen.
Michael followed me in.  I opened an upper kitchen cabinet and saw the
pitchers on the top shelf.  I was thinking Michael would reach for one
since it would be an easy grab for him, but instead he put his hands on my
hips and asked "Up?"  I still had on my sandals and could imagine my mom
yelling at me when she got home.  I swear, she uses a CSI investigation kit
to find dirt after I get done with my chores!  I reached down to unfasten
my sandals and bopped my head against Michael's crotch on the way up!

"Sorry," I said.

Michael just smiled and put his hands back on my hips.  I got the hint and
jumped up as he used his strength to lift me up onto the countertop.  Even
with bare feet, I had a feeling Mom would find my footprints on her
counter.

"I'll steady you while you grab it," Michael said as he held onto the
outside of my legs just below my hips.

I fiddled with the pitchers acting as if I was deciding which would be the
best one to take outside.  I could sense Michael staring at my butt which
would have been right in front of his face.  My heart started beating
really hard again.  I got that feeling again... like upstairs in my room.
Michael must have sensed this.  After all, under normal circumstances, we'd
have the pitcher filled by now!  His hands slid down the sides of my shorts
until they reached the bare part of my legs.  Then he slowly slid them back
up – this time going underneath my shorts.  My wide leg openings made it
easy for him.

Then he spoke.  "I forgot how smooth a boy's legs are.  Arnie used to have
legs just like yours.  I used to enjoy rubbing them like this while he laid
on my lap.  I'd rub them for hours as we watched a movie together.  I
really miss being that close to him."

With that, his hands rose higher until they met the waistband of my shorts
– on the inside.  Of course I was hard, but I was facing away so he
couldn't see.  I stopped pretending to fumble with the pitchers.  Michael
remained silent for the next few minutes as he rubbed up and down my legs
alternating his pressure from gentle fingertips to deep squeezes.  He moved
to the back of my legs, and I showed no resistance.  It felt good – so
why would I?  Plus there was no way we would get caught!  Higher and higher
he went until he had one butt cheek in each of his hands.  He was softly
moaning while he rubbed my butt.

"You remind me so much of Arnie when he was your age.  It's like you both
have the same sweet ass!  Can I see it?" he asked, not waiting for an
answer as he gently pulled down my shorts by grabbing them from the inside.

Thank goodness my hard wiener was already under the waistband or it would
have gotten caught up in my shorts as he pulled them down.

"Oh my God!" Michael whispered as my butt was exposed to him.

He lifted my tank top up my back and continued to push it over my head.  He
obviously wanted me naked again.  For whatever reason, I was okay with
that.  I guess now I was the one who wanted to be watched while I was
naked!  I grabbed my tank top and pulled it over my head and threw it on
the floor behind us.  Then I stepped out of my shorts, and Michael pushed
them off the counter onto the floor.

Michael extended his rubbing up and down my back, down my legs and of
course all over my butt, including inside my crack and over my butt hole!
His face was really close because I could feel his hot breath on it.  A few
times he kissed it and even nibbled on it like it was a chew toy!

"I gotta stop!" he announced suddenly.  "You're not Arnie and it's wrong
for me to be doing this to you.  I'm sorry."

I looked back over my shoulder, and he was still looking at my butt.  I
knew he didn't want to stop, and to be honest I didn't want him to either!
He was comparing me to my idol Arnie – a boy I wished I was!  If I
looked like Arnie did when he was 10, then maybe I'll look like he does now
when I'm 14!  I felt brave and wanted Michael to see all of me.  I turned
around on the counter exposing my entire naked front to Michael.  My
hard-on was up against my belly.

"Oh my God – you're so beautiful!  I can't believe you're letting me see
you up close like this!  You are the most incredible thing on Earth!  Look
at how awesome you are!" Michael said while shaking his head in disbelief.

I was never a very confident boy and certainly never thought I was good
looking.  So obviously, I never had anyone compliment me like Michael was
doing.  I felt so proud of myself and pictured myself on top of a trophy!
I smiled broadly as I turned side to side so Michael could see every angle
of my young (apparently perfect) body.

Michael had his hands on the sides of his face during my exposition.  He
kept shaking his face side to side.  Then without warning and probably
afraid I'd say no, he reached out and felt my hard wiener.  Geez it felt so
good!  He only held it for about 20 seconds and then started kissing my
balls!  He was going crazy touching, licking, kissing and finally sucking
my wiener just like Arnie did a few weeks ago!  He was almost growling!  I
felt like I was going to fall off the counter so I held onto Michael's head
to steady myself.  I knew how this ends so I wasn't about to stop him!
Since I was standing up, I easily developed a rhythm that felt the best and
soon I was acting like the guys in the videos on the Internet!  I was
fucking Michael's face!  Michael stopped using his hands to rub me and used
them to steady me instead.  He grabbed my butt and held tight!  I was
making high pitched grunts with every thrust!  Pretty soon I lost my
ability to hold a rhythm and instead, my body took over with random jolts
and internal jabs that made me jump!  I was cumming!  This felt way more
intense than with Arnie and I couldn't help but yell out as my orgasm
exploded and my hips pushed forward into Michael's face so hard that I'm
sure I hurt him!

Michael released my wiener and looked at me in disbelief.

"Did I cum?" I asked.

"What do you think?" he answered with a smile on his face and a quick lick
of his lips.

"Well I know I cummed, but was it sperm?" I asked more specifically.

"I don't think so, but that doesn't matter – you had the feeling and
that's all that matters.  I know I enjoyed it a lot!  It's been a while
since I was able to enjoy that," he answered with a glow about him.

"With Arnie?" I asked curiously.

There was a pause.

"Can you keep a secret?" Michael asked me.

"Now you ask that?" I quipped back, proud of my answer.

Laughing, Michael said, "Yea, I guess that was a stupid question, but the
answer is yes."  He paused again.  "Yes, I was able to give Arnie that same
pleasure many times.  I assume he didn't tell you, so please don't tell him
that I did."

I was still standing on the counter, completely naked.  Michael scooped me
up in his arms and laid me onto his lap on the kitchen floor.  I hugged his
chest and he rubbed my back while I came down from my orgasm.

He said he assumed I was curious like Arnie was when he was 10.  That's why
he showed me how a man cums when we were behind the shed and again in his
bathroom.  That's why he got fully naked in front of me.  That's why he
doesn't care if Arnie and me sleep naked together.  He explained how
curious Arnie was, bringing home all kinds of questions about the body and
sex and how he had to step in because Arnie didn't have a brother to
experiment with.  He added that maybe Arnie would do it with me some day.
Little did he know that Arnie and I already did!

He also said that even though he really really enjoyed what we had just
done, he shouldn't repeat it with me.  That I should be with boys or girls
my own age.  He added that he certainly wasn't going to look away if he saw
me naked in the shower, but for my protection that had to be the extent of
our fun.  I really didn't understand what he meant about protecting me, but
I didn't want to argue because I didn't want to get in trouble with him.

We eventually got up and even though I didn't want to, Michael said I had
to at least wear shorts outside to work.  I ran naked up to my room and
found a pair of really tight ones to replace my soccer shorts.  They showed
everything even though I wasn't hard any more.  When I came back down,
Michael was standing there waiting for me.  He called me a tease.

"I need to do it again," he said.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Suck you.  Make you cum.  I need to have you in my mouth again.  You're
too perfect.  I'm sorry, but can I please do it again?" he asked almost
pleading.

"I thought you said that was going to be the last time," I said, puzzled.

He didn't answer.  Instead, he got on his knees in front of me right in the
walkway of our living room.  He pulled the sides of my tight shorts down
and I stepped out of them.  He pushed my shirt up and over my head and once
again, I was naked.  Once again, I was hard in an instant.  Michael must
really really like seeing me naked.  He was shaking his head in disbelief
and rubbing me everywhere!  If he had more hands, they'd all be rubbing me.
He reminded me of a starving animal like on TV when they finally find
something to eat.

"Oh Zach, thank you!  Thank you!  You're so perfect.  You're so incredibly
perfect.  And you're letting me taste you.  You're so hard again.  And your
ass..." he panted as he squished my ass with his hands and pulled me
forward pushing my wiener into his mouth.  All his passion was contagious
and I really got into it.  I held his shoulders and pushed his head into my
crotch and forced my throbbing 3 inch wiener and tiny balls into his mouth.
He expertly squished his tongue around and made me feel incredible.  I had
no fear of my parents coming home and nobody from Michael's family would
interrupt us either, although I thought it would be fun if Arnie walked in
naked and his dad sucked his wiener too.  Now that I know he does this to
Arnie too, I wanted to see them doing it.  I wonder if Arnie sucks his dad
too.

My thoughts were disrupted when Michael stopped squeezing my butt.  He
needed his hands to unbutton his shorts.  Soon, his big wiener was out for
him to play with.  I thought I should ask him to play with it since I never
touched him before but I was too selfish and didn't want him to stop
sucking me.  While Michael sucked me and jerked himself off, his left hand
returned to my butt, but this time he was inside my crack and poking around
my butt hole.  Once he found it, he pulled out, stuck that finger in his
mouth and returned with a slippery finger which he slobbered around my
hole.  I have to say, the whole scene was really awesome!  Not only was I
feeling good from both ends, I got to see Michael's huge wiener with his
skin on the end moving on and off his head.  I hadn't cum many times in my
young life but I already knew it was building up.  This was a pleasure that
started from the inside out and I was going to cum very soon.  Michael
seemed to sense it (I didn't know my wiener got extra hard when I was at
this point) and started humming and grunting.  His jerking got really fast
which looked awesome.  His poking of my butt hole got more aggressive and
he actually went in my hole with his finger!  I think my eyes rolled to the
back of my head and I let out a series of high pitched "ahhhs" that would
let anyone close to the house know what I just did.  Michael quickly
followed with a softer but longer "ugghhhhh" and shot his sperm all over
the front of my legs!  Damn I wish I could shoot like him!  After it was
all over, we just stayed there recovering.  I stayed hard which Michael
made a comment about being nice to be a 10 year old cock which never went
down.  I commented on his though and how awesome it would be to sperm so
much.  He assured me I would shoot sperm soon.

Michael suggested I get paper towels to wipe everything up so no evidence
was left behind.  I turned to look at Michael on my way to the kitchen and
saw him grab his phone from an end table beside the couch.  It was leaning
up against the lamp.  He tapped the screen and I heard a beep.  The same
beep that my phone makes when I start or stop recording a video.  OMG –
he recorded that whole thing!  I knew I should be mad or something, but
instead, I was really curious to see how I looked in it!  I had to figure
out how to see it.  I couldn't just ask, he was keeping these videos a
secret.  I didn't want to get in trouble for finding out.

While we worked together outside, Michael told me that from that day
forward I should consider Arnie an older brother and their family as my
family.  That the age difference between Arnie and me should never prevent
me from being his friend.  That any time I wanted to come over, I didn't
have to ask permission – I could just drop in.  He said he hoped to see
much more of me.  He winked when he said it.  I knew what he meant.  I was
excited to see what would happen.  I wonder if Arnie was going to be
involved too.