Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2016 11:46:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tim Smith <mint848848@yahoo.com>
Subject: Zach's Obsession with Wieners - Chapter 12

I spend a lot of time hanging out at the basketball courts with Arnie and
sometimes Keith.  These courts were actually pretty nice – in the
community park.  They even had a few sets of bleachers.  That's where I
spent most of my time when the older boys were playing.  When it was just
Arnie and me or even a few others, I was able to play too.  Arnie taught me
a lot about shooting and a few defense moves too.  I'm not very tall and
the other boys are so much better than I am, so I just stay off the court
when they're playing so I don't get in the way.  But I'm okay with that
because I get to watch all the boys jumping around and their wieners bounce
a lot.  Most times half the players play without their shirts and some of
them are pretty fit with abs and everything.  Not everyone is cute though.
Some are kind of fat.  Some are kind of mean when they play – always
arguing.  I'm a little afraid of them.  I still wonder what their wieners
look like.  Most days, I'm alone on the bleachers or shooting hoops on an
adjacent half court.  Sometimes a few other guys hang out like me.  One boy
I met was named Jason.  At first, I avoided him because he looked mean.
His hair wasn't cut short like most of us and he never smiled.  He always
seemed dirty.  He always brought his own basketball which he was either
dribbling or just carrying under his arm against his hip.  I think he, like
me, wished he was good enough to play with the older boys.  I never said a
word to him and he never spoke to me.  We even sat about 6 feet apart a few
times but never spoke to each other.  He never even looked at me.  But I
was curious about him.  I guess I was trying to figure out his story.  I
didn't recognize him from school.  He always walked so he must live close.
He wore a baggy short sleeved sweatshirt and equally baggy sweatpants.  The
same ones every time.  I looked at his face and pictured him without his
long hair.  He was actually kind of cute.  I wonder what he looked like
without clothes on.  I figured he was bruised and scraped up, but I
realized it was his unkept hair and dirty clothes which made me think that.
I didn't dare speak to him.  He never even looked at me, so he just wants
to be alone I guess.

A few weeks later, the weather was finally turning warm and I finally saw
Jason without his baggy sweats.  He wore an old tank top with a basketball
swoosh on the front and cut off sweatpants made into shorts.  These weren't
baggy tho and actually seemed his size.  Of course the one thing that
really caught my attention was his wiener poking the front of the shorts.
I have seen many bulges on guys, because I'm always looking and wondering,
but not many are pokers.  It's the bulge that pokes straight out, not down
or off to the side.  The first time I saw one, I thought the kid had a
hardon, but I later determined it was just how it poked out from his body.
Well, Jason was a poker.  And he caught my attention.  So much so, that I
gained the nerve to finally speak to him after he sat on the bleachers that
Saturday morning.

"You any good?" I simply asked.

"Huh?" he answered, turning his head and looking at me through his hair.

"Basketball.  You any good at it?" I repeated.

"I'm okay.  Not as good as these guys," he answered nodding his chin at the
boys playing on the court.

There was about a minute of awkward silence before either of us spoke
again.  I was really hoping he would speak next, but it was up to me to
keep this going.

"Wanna shoot some hoops on the half court?"

"What, like one on one?" he asked.  "I'll kick your butt!"

"We can just shoot.  Try a few trick shots.  Or play HORSE." I suggested.

Instead of answering, he just stood up and started walking to the court.
At first I thought he was just walking away from me until he looked back at
me sitting there and motioned with his head to follow.  We played for a
while.  He was good, but I kept up pretty well.  He was about four inches
taller than me.  Our shooting turned into a bit of one on one which didn't
intimidate me at all.  He was an aggressive player on defense and blocked
me with his body a lot.  I obviously enjoyed the contact because it gave me
the excuse to do it back to him when he was on offence.  He got sweaty and
he was slippery.  His shorts clung to him and made his poke more obvious.
I thought perhaps he was hard, but it wasn't really bigger than when I
first saw him.  I couldn't stop glancing down at it.  I wanted an excuse to
rub up against it to see if it was hard, but in basketball you dribble
facing away from your opponent and the best I was able to touch was his
ass.  I was also trying to figure out if he was wearing underwear and maybe
that was why he poked so much.  I got that answer when I was trying to
block his charge to the net.  I pushed him and his shirt rode up his back
in the process.  I saw an underwear band poking from under his shorts.  All
my attention to his body rather than the basketball soon had Jason scoring
more and more baskets and I was really losing bad.

"I think I've had enough.  You're kicking my ass," I said out of breath.

"You were okay for a while, but then you started sucking real bad," he
snickered.

"Your hair was getting in my way and you're so slippery from sweating like
a pig," I joked.

"Hey – I can't help that I sweat like a man and you're still a little
boy," he said as we both sat down on the bleachers to catch our breath.

"You're not a man!  How old are you?" I asked.

"In two months I'll be a teenager," he said making him 12 years old.

"In two months I'll be 11.  June 17th," I said back trying to sound older
but 11 verses 13 seemed so far apart.

"No way – I'm June 15th!" he said while fist pumping me like that made
us closer.

"I never see you in school.  Where do you live?" I asked.

"We live on Brookside Road.  I don't go to your school.  I'm home schooled.
My mom is kind of a 70's throwback.  It's so embarrassing.  But she is
smart and makes me do a lot of homework," he said while looking down at his
old sneakers.

"Isn't all your school work home work when you're home schooled?" I asked.
That brought the first smile I ever saw to his face.  He still looked down
though.  "Do you go swimming in the brook?  I hear it's full of leeches."

"That's bullcrap.  There aren't any leeches.  Parents just say that so
their kids don't go in it.  Fine by me.  I get it all to myself," he said,
still not making eye contact.

"You don't have any brothers or sisters?  Me neither.  I'm an only child,"
I said.

"I have an older brother.  He just turned 17," he said.  I guess I now know
why all his clothes look really used and baggy on him.

"If you're all alone, you ever go skinny dipping in the brook?" I nervously
asked.  After hearing that, he finally looked me in the face.

"Yea, but not when other people are around.  Except my brother," he said,
looking back down at his sneakers.  I thought how cool it must be to have a
brother, especially one who lets you see him naked.

"I'll go with you sometime.  I like swimming," I said.  I never said skinny
dipping so I wonder if he thought that's what I meant.  I did mean that.
And I hope his brother and his friends go too.  That would be lots of
wieners at once.

"I'm Zach"

"Jason"

"I live on Walnut Street, by Charlie's," I said.  Charlie's is an ice cream
stand at the end of my road.  It's been there forever.

"Wanna come over?  My mom will make us lunch," I offered.

"Nah.  I gotta get home," he said as he stood up holding the basketball on
his hip in his signature pose.  His wiener poke was back.  He didn't
reciprocate an offer to his place so I didn't want to invite myself.  But I
was now infatuated with his poke bulge.  It doesn't matter that he looks so
different than any of my friends.  I wanted to be his friend.  I had to
determine how I could see his wiener.

Three days went by before Jason returned to the courts.  He was wearing the
exact same outfit as the last time.  We repeated our shooting and one on
one game.  I got a little more aggressive and purposely pushed his shirt up
to see if he was wearing underwear.  He was.  Today, and since that first
day, I've been coming to the courts commando.  I don't bulge as well as
Jason but he could tell if he was looking.  His was poking as usual.  He
caught me looking.  He was looking at me and then looked down to see what I
was looking at.  He even touched it like you would do to make sure your
zipper is closed.  But he didn't have a zipper.  So he caught me.  I felt
my cheeks heat up and looked the opposite direction at the guys playing
basketball.

"I'm going home," he said.  It was early – too early to go home so I
hope I didn't scare him away by looking at his bulge.

"Already?  Why?  Wanna do something else?" I asked.

"I'm thirsty," he answered.

"My house is closer.  Let's go there for drinks.  We have soda, juice..."

"Water is fine," he interrupted.

"Well, we have lots of water.  If you're a good boy, maybe I'll even put
ice in it," I joked.

He didn't laugh.  Instead, he stood up and grabbed his basketball.  I
couldn't help it.  I looked at his bulge.  I couldn't tell if he saw me
this time.  Our walk was pretty quiet.  I was pointing things out like
where I fell off my bike after a dog chased me, where my teacher lived, and
where a guy got arrested for growing pot in his garage.  That was the only
thing Jason reacted to.  He called him a dumbass for getting caught.

We got to my house and walked in the back door that led to the kitchen.  I
got two cups out and filled them with ice.

"I guess you were a good boy.  You can have ice," I tried again for a
reaction.  He smiled this time.

I handed him his ice water and he guzzled it down without stopping.  He
closed his eyes while doing it so of course I looked at his bulge.  His
back was arched a bit as he held the cup up high which seemed to push his
wiener forward even more.  It was awesome.

"You're looking at my dick a lot," he said matter of factly.  I literally
choked on my water.

"What?  What are you talking about?" I struggled to say between coughs.

"Every time I look at you, you're looking at my dick.  I thought my zipper
was open until I remembered I don't have one," he explained.

"Well if I did, I didn't realize it," I lied.  But I looked at it again.
"It's probably because you're bulging so much.  I probably thought you had
a boner and was wondering what was up with that?"

"No I don't have a boner.  It's completely soft," he said while touching
it.  "It's just the way it sits.  I guess it pokes out.  Why are we talking
about my dick anyway?"

"You accused me of staring at it and I said if I was it was because it
was... well you said it right... poking out.  It looks like it's gonna bust
a hole in your shorts!" I joked.  We both looked at his bulge.  I was
getting a semi hardon.

"I hope not.  These are like the only shorts I have.  Can I have more
water?"

I refilled his cup.  He drank this one just as fast and handed me the cup
again.  I refilled it and handed it back.

"Geez – it's like you haven't drank anything in days!  You want to just
drink out of the hose?"

"No I'm good.  I should go," he said as he turned for the door.

"Why?  I was hoping we could hang.  I'm sorry if my unintentional glances
of your giant bulging monster wiener is freaking you out.  Here, stare at
mine so we're even," I said while pushing the fabric of my basketball
shorts around my wiener with an O made using my hands.  He looked.

"Gee, thanks for that.  I'm glad we're even now," he joked.

"Good, so you're not going anywhere.  My mom is going to make us lunch and
we're going to goof off all afternoon.  Just like kids are supposed to do,"
I instructed.  He didn't leave and we ended up playing video games in my
room for about an hour.

"You're really lucky to have all this stuff," he said looking around my
room.  I felt bad for him.  He must be really poor.

"Well, it's here anytime you want to come over and hang out with me," I
invited.  I figured the more he came over, the closer we'd be and the
closer we'd be, the better my chances of seeing his wiener.

"Thanks," he simply said back.  He looked kinda sad.

"Wanna stay over tonight?  We can play video games, watch a movie and (I
whispered this part) log onto some dirty sites on the internet," I said
pointing to my laptop on my desk.  Jason's eyebrows rose after I suggested
that part.

"Cool!" he said enthusiastically.  "I gotta ask my mom though."

"Just call her," I suggested, pulling out my iphone.

"You have your own cell phone too?" Jason seemed amazed.  "Nah, I gotta go
home and do it.  She's weird like that.  So, hopefully I'll see you later."

"Text me when you know," I instructed as he was heading to my bedroom door.
"Want my number?"

"We don't have text.  We just have a house phone," he said embarrassed.

"Well then call me."

"Nah, I'll just come back if I can.  We have a really basic phone plan and
it only includes a couple of outgoing calls a month," he explained further.
And then he just left in a hurry.

He really was a quirky guy.  Kinda strange.  Kinda nerdy.  Kinda grungy.
But I wanted to see him naked.  I tried to think of a way to do that if he
ended up coming back for the night.  Sure, I can feel him up after he goes
to sleep, but my bigger desire was to see his wiener, not just feel it.  I
wanted to compare him to Arnie, Keith, Michael and my dad.  He didn't
really freak out when I was caught looking at his bulge earlier, and we
ended up joking about it.  I was antsy for hours waiting and wondering if
Jason was going to return.  I had no plan of how I was going to see his
wiener.  I just didn't know him well enough to `trap' him into showing it
to me.  It was after dinner... maybe 6:30 when my mom called up to me.

"Zachary!  Your friend is back.  He said he's staying over?" she yelled up
the steps.

"Hold on a sec!" I yelled.  Excited, I yanked my shorts off so I was just
in a t-shirt and my undies.  I wanted see if Jason would follow my lead.

I jogged out of my room, "Mom, I was gonna ask you if he could, but he
wasn't sure if he could and he doesn't have a cell phone so he was just
gonna come back if he could and I guess he can," I rambled from the top of
the steps.

"It's fine Zach.  Just try to let me know in the future," she said looking
up at me with Jason standing just behind her.  "Did you forget your pants?"
she asked as I bolted down the steps.

"Nope," I simply answered her when I got down to her.  I fist pumped Jason
who was standing in his same clothing as earlier with a black plastic
shopping bag in his hand.  His wiener was poking his shorts out.  I
motioned with my chin for him to follow me back upstairs.

"Zachary, please come down here again."  It was her `you did something
wrong' tone.  "It's too late now to change my plans, but I have a festival
meeting at the church in about 30 minutes.  Your dad is helping Mr. Ringer
build a retaining wall until dark.  Can I trust you boys until then?" she
asked softly.

I turned on my little innocent boy mode.  "Absolutely Mom.  Jason doesn't
have internet at his house and he's a huge basketball fan.  We're just
going to go to a few sports sites on the internet and play video games."  I
whispered the next part, "He's really poor Mom.  I'm not even sure they
have a washer and dryer."

She whispered back, "I'll wash his clothes when you go to bed later.
You're a good friend Zachary."  She hugged me.

I managed to get out of her grip and bolted up the stairs to meet Jason at
the top.  I grabbed his arm and pulled him into my room and closed the
door.  I took the bag from him and asked him what he brought for me.
Without waiting for an answer, I opened it and rummaged through it.  A
toothbrush, a banana and sleep pants.

"You won't need these," I said pulling out the sleep pants.  "I just wear
my undies at night."

"I see that," he said.  "Does your mom too?"

I looked at him wondering why he would think my mom would be wearing her
underwear around the house in front of people.  It sounded so strange to
think she would do that.  I just gave him a strange look and shook my head
no.  It took me a while to realize he thought my mom was hot.  I walked
over to my desk and woke up my laptop.  I had to plan how I was going to
see Jason's wiener tonight.  I only had one chair at my desk so I brought
the laptop to the bed and motioned for Jason to follow me.  We both sat
side by side with our bare legs touching and our feet dangling.

"What kinda sites do you want to go on?" I asked already knowing the
answer.  I opened ESPN as a decoy in case my mom barged in my room.

"Duh – naked ones," he whispered.

I had pre-planned this.  I memorized a number of Tumblr addresses with lots
of wieners but I couldn't go directly to them.  I needed girl pics too.  I
opened up a private browser window to hide my history and typed in a site
with underwear models.  Like I said, I had this planned so I knew which of
the pics would lead me to better sites with more naked people and then to
naked people having sex and if he seemed to be in it, a site with 2 guys
and one girl.  If that went over well, maybe some of my favorite wiener
sites!  I was already getting a boner by the time the first site came onto
the screen.  I secretly pulled it up before we sat down so it wouldn't be
that obvious when it happened.  I let Jason scroll the touch screen so I
could get an idea of the types of pics he liked best.  It also gave me the
opportunity to look at his crotch instead of the screen.  The way he sat, I
couldn't tell if he had a boner... until he pinched the end of it to
reposition it.  Boys do that when they get a boner!  So I knew it was
there, but I couldn't see it real good.  How could I get him to take his
shorts off and sit in his underwear like me?

"Bye boys!" my Mom yelled from downstairs.  I almost pooped my pants!  I
quickly closed the screen we were looking at and tossed the computer onto
my bed.

"Bye Mom!" I yelled back.  She always demands a kiss goodbye which required
me to go down to her – with a boner!

"Oh my God!" I whispered loudly to Jason.  "I have to kiss her goodbye but
I have a woodie!" I said pulling on my wiener through my underwear.  "You
go down instead!"

"No way!  She's your mom!" he said shaking his head.

"Give me your shorts!" I demanded.  "I have to hide it."  The pulling of my
undies made my boner poke them up.

"Nuh uh!  Use your own shorts," he whispered back.  Hey – at least I
tried to get him out of his shorts.

"Zachary, I'm leaving!" Mom yelled up.

"Oh my God – I have to hide this," I said standing up and pacing back
and forth – my boner pushing out the fabric of my underwear.  "How's
this?" I asked pulling my boner up under my waistband and pulling my shirt
down over it.

"I can't believe you're just standing there with your boner sticking out!
I'm right here!" he said with a smile shaking his head.

"Oh please, like you don't have one too.  We were looking at porno pics.
What did you expect would happen?" I said.  "Can you see it now?" I asked
again.

She'll never know," he reassured me.  "Unless you rub it on her leg!" he
laughed as he said it.

I went down to kiss Mom and she didn't say anything about my boner.  I lied
to her saying it took me a while because we couldn't pause the video game
we were playing.

When I got back up to my room, Jason was in the same spot on the bed.  The
laptop was on his legs.

"Come on!  More dirty pictures!" he rushed me along.

I pulled out the band of my undies so my wiener was released and once again
it was very obvious.

"You're crazy.  I can't believe you just walk around showing off your dick
like that," he said.

"Oh look who's talking, Mr. `My dick bulge is always poking through my
shorts'," I said back.

"Well I can't help that.  It just does that in these shorts.  It's not like
I had a hard on," he said back in defense.

"Well you fooled me.  I thought you were always horny with a hard on," I
said.

"Nice to know you're always looking at it, perv." he snapped back.  I
wasn't sure if he was calling me a perv like it was a bad thing.  "Speaking
of boned up, can we get back to the porn before your dad gets home?"

I followed my pre-planned route from one Tumblr account to another getting
more graphic as we went.  He really liked the videos of people having sex.
I did too, but only because of the boners and also because I knew it made
Jason hard as a rock.  Even without seeing it, I knew it was there.  He
pinched and pulled on it many times.  By now, I just let mine poke the
fabric of my briefs.  He had to look off the screen at it.  I was wearing
sport briefs with elastic in the fabric.  It was one of the pairs Dad
bought me.  I finally found a video of two guys and one girl going at it in
a bedroom with party music in the background.  It sounded muffled like it
was coming from another room.  One was sticking his wiener in her hole and
the other had his in her mouth.  It was awesome.  They were all teenagers.
Well they looked like it at least.

"That will be you and me – banging some chick at a party," he said
smiling.

I couldn't believe he said that.  I would love to do naughty stuff with
him.  I wasn't too sure about the girl though.  But if that was the only
way I'd be able to do stuff with Jason, maybe I'd do it.  So we spent at
least 45 more minutes looking at porn.  Our bare legs touching and our
boners in our laps.  We both didn't hide when we pinched and pulled on them
though our undies.  Well, Jason was still wearing shorts too.  I wanted to
suggest we get naked but I wasn't sure about Jason.  He was definitely
commenting on the girl porn a lot.  He liked the videos the most.  I wish
he would just suggest getting naked.  Maybe he was thinking I'd think it
was too gay.  If only I could read his mind!

"This is great and all, but my dick is starting to hurt," he said as he
rubbed his crotch.

That was an invitation to look at it without having to do so out of the
corner of my eye.  From what I could tell, he was about the same size as
mine.  I stood up and walked the laptop to my desk.

"You're crazy," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"You're not shy about your hard on poking out like that?" he asked nodding
towards it.

"Dude, it's not like I'm out in the street in front of my neighbors.  We
just looked at porn.  It gets hard in like 2 seconds.  Plus, you're a guy
and you have one too.  What's the big deal?" I tried to reason.

"I dunno.  I guess I'm not used to that.  Being home schooled I guess I'm a
bit sheltered.  So when you change for gym class, you'd just walk around
like that?" he asked.

"In my underwear?  Yeah.  With a boner?  I've seen a few.  But some guys
are assholes and make fun of the boys who have one calling them fags... so
it's best to hide them." I explained.

"You're not hiding yours," Jason pointed out again.

"I do in the changing room.  But here's it's just you.  And you're hard
too," I reasoned.

"Who said I'm hard?" he said in defense.

"Stand up.  I'll prove it," I said as I pulled on his arms.

Jason resisted and the two of us giggled as I struggled to get him to stand
and expose his hard on.  He soon got the upper hand and pulled me onto him
once I lost my footing.  We ended up in a wrestling match on top of my bed.
He proved to be stronger and I was easily tossed aside as I attempted to
attack.  I tried tickling Jason which was a bad idea because that gave him
the idea to tickle me back.

"Stop!  Stop!  Uncle!" I yelled.  He didn't listen.

"No – seriously!  I can't breathe!  I'm gonna die!" I pleaded.

"You're not going to die.  You may pass out, but you won't die," Jason said
while he continued to tickle me all over my body including under my t-shirt
on my ribs.

"Seriously!  Stop!  My wiener is going to break off!  Tickling always gives
me a boner and it keeps smashing onto your hip or something." I said
looking down at it when he finally stopped.  I could see his bulge much
better now.  I wish I could see it naked!

"Oh sure – my tickling is what gave you a boner.  How about the fact
that it was like that long before I even touched you?" he asked.

"Good point.  But tickling still gives me one so it's your fault that I
still have one," I told him.  He just smiled and shook his head.

"Now you got me all sweaty.  It's hot as hell in here," he said – still
refusing to stand up.

"It's always hot in here.  Dad thinks there's a flap stuck in the vent or
something.  There's some reason he won't get it fixed, but I don't remember
what.  So lately I just wear my underwear around the house.  You get used
to it," I explained.  "On really hot days, I jump in the shower.  I call it
our stand up pool, since we don't have one.  Wanna go swimming?"

"Where?" he asked, not catching on.

"Duh – in our stand up pool.  Weren't you listening to me?" I asked.

"Oh, duh.  Yea.  I didn't know what you... you mean now?" he stumbled.

"Yea.  It's really hot and we're even hotter now after wrestling.  The
match is over – time to hit the locker room," I suggested.  I wanted to
take a shower together like Arnie and me, but I didn't know how to suggest
it without sounding gay.

"The locker room?  You're so weird," he said.

"Okay, let me say it so even you understand.  You and I are going to take a
shower so we don't stink up my bed tonight.  Got it?" I stated.

He stood up.  He wasn't fully hard but he still bulged nicely.  Mine was
still hard.  What if we showered together?  I didn't want to be in the
shower with him with a hardon because he may freak out, but I was so
excited that it may finally happen.  I was really really nervous.  I
motioned for him to follow me out of my room and down the hall to the
bathroom.  It was a small bathroom – typical for an older house.  Just
enough room for the tub/shower, toilet small closet and sink.

"Who's going first?" he asked.  Damn, I guess he didn't plan to go in
together!

Somehow I had the courage to say "I thought we'd both go in at the same
time.  Conserve water.  Save the planet..." I suggested.  I took off my
t-shirt after I said that.

"Umm... nah.  I think I'm gonna go solo.  The last thing I want is for your
dad to come home and find two guys showering together," he said.

"He won't care.  This isn't even the bathroom he uses," I tried to reason.

"Nah, I'm good," he said.  Crap!  "But you can tell me how to do the shower
thing.  We only have a tub at home.  The shower part broke and Mom never
got it fixed."

"Okay, I'll get it going.  Take your stuff off and grab a towel out of the
closet," I instructed.

Hopefully he'll strip naked now!  I fumbled with the shower knob.  It
actually didn't have the knob on it anymore so you had to pull it before
your hands got wet.  I could see Jason in the corner of my eye taking his
shirt off and getting a towel.  I also knew the exact position of the
handles to get the right temperature.  Once that was accomplished, I turned
to Jason.  He was indeed shirtless, but he still had on his shorts.  He was
thinner than I thought.  Skinny, really.  His ribs showed, but not like an
Ethiopian – just thin like some boys get.  I guess I was staring.

"Something wrong?  Or do I just turn you on?" he said in a femmy voice.

"Oh please.  Roadkill turns me on more than you," I said defending myself
as I walked past him to leave.  "And please don't leave a mess in there.
Other people have to use it."  I pumped my fist in the air like I was
jerking off to demonstrate what I meant.

"Oh you wish!" was his odd response.

But maybe I do wish he would play with himself in the shower.  Because I
was so `active' with sex, I didn't really know that I was ahead of my time
with it.  I thought all boys got into it at my age.  So at that time, I
assumed Jason did.

I purposely didn't close the bathroom door all the way when I left.  As
soon as I was in the hallway, I tried to peek in.  I could see the sink
through the door crack, but not the shower. I looked in the mirror above
the sink, but from my angle, I only saw the top of the shower curtain.  I
wish I was taller!  I looked around the hallway and I finally found a
purpose for the chair Mom put in the hallway for decoration!  I quickly but
quietly tip toed the chair to the bathroom door and stood on it hoping it
wouldn't creek.  I heard Jason peeing.  When I got up on the chair, I
turned to see what I could see from the mirror.  If Jason opened the door,
there was no way I was going to lie my way out of this.  I will have to
tell him I desperately wanted to see his wiener!  But my plan worked
perfectly.  The new angle put me high enough to see Jason's mid section.  I
saw him flush the toilet.  I saw him test the water temperature with his
hand.  And I saw him pull down his shorts and underwear!  He was facing
away from me but I had a great view of his butt!  He kicked his shorts in
the corner but then must have decided to put them elsewhere.  The best part
is when he bent over, I caught a glimpse of his balls!  They were big!
Well, not like my dad, but for a boy a year older than me – they were a
lot bigger than mine.  He walked with his shorts out of my view and I
almost fell off the chair when the bathroom door was loudly pushed shut,
almost hitting me in the nose!  I didn't end up seeing his wiener but at
least I saw his butt and balls!  I considered quietly opening the door
again until I heard a change in the sound of the shower.  He was obviously
in it now.

I put the chair back and tried to come up with the next plan.  I hadn't
pre-planned for anything else beyond us showering together, so I had to
think of a new plan to either keep Jason naked or get him to strip down
again.  Then it hit me.  I turned the door knob and walked into the
bathroom.  I know he knew I was there because the shower curtain always
blows in when one of my parents enters the bathroom while I'm showering.
Jason didn't say anything.  I couldn't think of anything to say except that
I wanted to see him naked.  But I didn't dare say that.  I could just whip
the curtain back, but he would probably be facing away or have his hand
covering his wiener.  So instead, I let him be and picked up his clothing
off the floor.  I was going to make sure he had nothing to wear once he got
out of the shower.  And as a last thought, I filled up a cup of cold water
from the sink and poured it over the curtain onto his body.  I had this
done to me in school and it really stuns you!  As predicted, Jason yelped
like a girl and I laughed out loud so he knew I got him.  I didn't close
the door all the way when I left so I could peek at him again.  I went to
my room with his clothes and wondered if I should hide them.  Then it hit
me.  I thought of a plan to not even have to hide them, but to still
prevent him from wearing them.  I was going to put them in the washer!  I
was smiling as I pranced around my room in my undies gathering up my own
dirty laundry.  I was half way down the hall as I remembered Jason's
sleeping pants.  I found them in his bag and took them along as well.  I
didn't know if they were dirty but figured they were since everything else
he wore was.  Once in the laundry room, I used all the techniques Mom
taught me to get stains out of clothing.  Both my parents make sure I can
fend for myself.  Not only can I get stains out of laundry, but I can cook
pretty well too and even know some basic small engine repairs.  I slipped
my own undies off and tossed them in the washer too.  I was naked in our
laundry room.  Jason was naked upstairs.  If I can only figure out how to
make both things happen in the same room!  I started the machine and was
trying to determine if I should stay naked for when Jason comes back into
my bedroom or should I go into the bathroom when I hear the water being
turned off.  Or should I wear underwear and strip in front of him.  Or
maybe wrap a towel around me.

"Zach?" I heard from behind me as I crossed the living room walking towards
the steps.  I turned around only to find my dad looking at me from the
kitchen.

"Oh hi Dad.  I guess you're done helping Mr. Ringer," I said.  I was
actually relieved it was my dad – even though I was completely naked.  I
walked towards him and hugged him like I always do when he comes home from
work.  This was the first time I did it naked though.

"Uh, Hi Zach," he said as I hugged him.  After hugging, I backed away and
he just looked at me with his mouth open, like he was searching for his
words.

"What?" I eventually asked.

"You're naked," he stated the obvious.

"What gave it away?" I asked sarcastically.  He didn't answer.  He just
looked at me for like 30 seconds.  I just let him.

"Spin around for me," he instructed.  I was puzzled, but he spun his finger
in a circular manner to demonstrate.  I did as told.

"Again?" he asked.  I obliged.

"Yep, I thought so.  You are naked!" he said.

I told him about putting laundry in the machine and not knowing he was
going to be home yet.

"Oh, like me seeing you like this would ever stop you!" he said.

He was right.  Since that time in Martin's changing room, I've come
downstairs many times without undies when I knew Mom wasn't home, but Dad
was.  I know he saw me.  I made sure of it.  But this was the first time I
was completely naked in front of him since Martin's.

"Turn around again," he instructed.  I spun around slowly with my arms out.
I felt like I was on display.  "No, only half way."  I faced away from him.
"I cannot get over how similar your butt is to your mother's.  Just
smaller."

Dad's interest in my body gave me an instant hardon.  He couldn't see it
because I was facing away from him.  I didn't know what to say.  I stood
there awaiting further instruction.  He didn't say anything either.  I
brought my arms down and rubbed my right hand on my right ass cheek.  I
heard Dad whimper.  I brought my other hand down and squeezed both cheeks
simultaneously.

"Ha!  Just like big squishy stress balls!" I said.  Dad had one on his desk
that I loved squeezing.  I turned around facing him, keeping my hands on my
butt.  Dad looked at my hard on but didn't say a word.

"Are you feeling stressed?" I asked more in a cute way rather than sexy.  I
smiled after I asked it.

"You really are something else.  I don't know where this comes from," he
said shaking his head.

He put his arms out for another hug.  I stepped forward and wrapped my arms
around him.  He did the same.  This hug wasn't like the last one.  He moved
his hands up and down my back gently scratching me.  He wasn't going to
release me so I just held onto him too.  His gentle scratches went lower
and a few went to my butt.  They felt really good.  I suppose Dad was
testing my reaction but I said nothing to discourage him.  We never talked
about that time in Martin's changing room so I never told him how much I
liked when he touched me like this.  That time, he only rubbed my butt with
one hand when I was facing away.  This time he used both hands and was
using force to pull me into him as he did it.

"You're right, they do feel like squishy stress balls," he said while
squeezing them in each of his hands.

I just closed my eyes and laid my face on Dad's chest.  It felt good.  Dad
was making the same sound as he does when he really enjoys Mom's cooking.
A lot of Mmmmmm's.  Except he was breathing heavier now.  His squeezing was
continuous, but suddenly he stopped.  We both heard the familiar sound of
the pipes in our old house bang when Jason turned off his shower upstairs.
Dad immediately let go of me and I stepped away from him.  I could tell he
had a hard on.  It was like really obvious!  I probably would have asked to
see it again if I didn't have another matter to address.

"That's my friend Jason.  He was taking a shower," I explained.

"Oh right.  Your mother told me you had a friend staying over," he said.
It was awkward.  We just stared at each other and our hard ons.

"W-well I guess I better get back up to him," I stuttered.

"Dressed like that?  Well, I mean naked?  With an erection?" he said
pointing to my wiener.

"It's my turn to take a shower," I said as I dashed away and up the stairs.
I wonder if Dad thought Jason and I played naked games together.

When I entered my bedroom, I tried to think fast about my next move with
Jason, so I just slipped on clean undies.  As soon as I pulled them on, I
heard the squeak of the bathroom door and seconds later, Jason was walking
into my bedroom with a towel wrapped around him.  Of course my first
thought was to whip the towel off him, but he was holding it to prevent it
from slipping off.

"Where are my shorts?" he asked.

"I put them in the washer with some of my stuff," I answered.

"What am I supposed to wear?" he asked, kind of whining.

"Umm, how about that towel?  It's not like we're going out," I said.

We both looked at his towel.  His wiener was poking the front.  He looked
good.  He looked sexy.  His longish wet hair.  No shirt.  And just a towel
keeping him from being completely naked.

"I have to shower.  You can use the computer again if you want.  Just save
any good videos for when I get back," I said.

I wanted him to pop a woodie in the towel.  It'll be impossible to hide it!
I thought I'd take the first step and whipped my undies down right there in
front of Jason.  I still had a semi but I didn't care if he looked.  I
purposely didn't look at him and just assumed he was peeking at me.  I even
walked to the desk to grab my laptop and typed the address of the Tumblr
site with the videos of two guys and one girl.  I carried the laptop over
to Jason and pushed him to sit on my bed.  Then I put the laptop on his
lap.  He definitely looked at my wiener.

"Okay, time for me to hit the shower.  Have fun while I'm gone," I said as
I spun around and walked out of the room, assuming Jason was looking at my
bubble butt as I left.

I took a rather quick shower anxious to get back to my room to be with
Jason.  I showered with the bathroom door open hoping of course that Jason
would try to peek at me but I don't think he even left my room.  I can't
blame him for thinking porn videos are more exciting than me.  I started
walking down the hall naked with my towel draped over my shoulder when I
heard my dad's voice.  Crap!  He was in my room talking to Jason.  I didn't
want Dad to think I was acting weird with Jason so I wrapped my wet towel
around my waist before I entered the room.  Jason had the now closed laptop
on his lap covering any evidence of what he was watching or the effects it
had on his wiener.  He sat there shirtless in his towel listening to my dad
talk about his thoughts of being home schooled.  Jason looked trapped.  If
he had a boner, I'm sure the shock of my dad almost catching him looking at
porn and the boring one way conversation certainly must have made Jason
lose it.

"Oh Hi Zach.  I'm talking with your friend Jason here," he said in case I
was retarded.

I didn't respond.  Instead, I unhooked my towel and pretended to dry my
already dried back.  It made my body shake and of course my wiener was
flopping around.  I watched the two of them while I did it.  Neither spoke.
Instead, they watched me.  I continued drying myself, everywhere.  I even
turned as I was doing it so they could see my naked body from every angle.

"Zach, that's enough.  I think you're dry now," my dad said nervously.

I shrugged my shoulders and tossed my towel at my dad who tried catching it
but it didn't quite fly far enough and landed on the floor.  I bent over to
pick up the clean underwear I was wearing before I took a shower.  I made
sure to bend with my butt facing my audience.  I don't know if they could
see my balls like I saw when Jason bent over.  I pulled up my undies and
walked towards the bed.

"Zach, why don't you give Jason a clean pair of your underwear that he can
wear while his dry?" he said walking over to my underwear drawer.  He
picked out a pair of my new ones.  The fancy ones that make my wiener bulge
good.  "Here Jason.  You can pull them up under your towel since I'm sure
you're not as liberal as my almost always naked son," he said as he handed
them to Jason.

Jason took them and stood.  My dad and I watched him.  I was hoping the
towel would come undone.  I think my dad was hoping for the same thing.  He
carefully and slowly stepped into them and pulled them up.  Unfortunately,
he didn't slip up and nothing showed.  He kept the towel on, but my dad
wouldn't allow that to happen!

"Boys, give me your wet towels.  I'm going to put a load in the washer," he
said with his arm out to Jason.  I don't think my dad did a load of laundry
in his life so I had a feeling he just wanted to see Jason in his
underwear.  Or he wanted me to be able to see Jason in his underwear.  Or
both!

Jason reluctantly pulled off his towel and looked down in his crotch.  We
all looked at Jason's crotch.  I was pleasantly surprised to see Jason was
definitely sporting a semi!  These fancy underwear hugged his wiener tight.
I could even see his ball sack!  His dick head was obvious as it pushed the
fabric away from his body.  I wished I could squeeze it to see how hard he
was.

"Zach?  Your towel?  Zach?" my dad pulled my attention away from Jason.
Both of them were staring at me.  I'm sure they saw me staring at Jason's
wiener.

I handed Dad my towel and he winked at me when he left.  He closed my
bedroom door behind him.  I turned to look at Jason who was still standing
there with his semi hard on poking the front of his, err, my underwear.

"Did my dad catch you looking at porn?" I asked him.

"Yea, I think so!  I mean, not really.  But I shut the laptop so fast when
he walked in, he had to know what I was looking at!  Are we going to get in
trouble?" he asked, worried.

"No!  I'm sure he would watch it with us if we invited him," I honestly
said.

"That's weird.  Does he do stuff like that?  I mean is he a pedophile?" he
asked.  I was shocked that he said that.

"What?  My dad a pedophile?  Umm, hello?  He's married and did my mom to
make me," I reminded Jason.  But then I thought about how my dad grabbed my
ass.  Is he one?  But I'm the one who kinda encouraged him.  Jason changed
the subject.

"Wanna smoke some weed?" he whispered.

"What?!?" I whispered back.

"Weed.  I have a joint.  Wanna smoke it?" Jason said as he reached into his
shopping bag and pulled it out with a lighter.

"Hell no!  I don't do drugs!" I said, shocked that Jason would even suggest
it.  He's only 12!

"Mind if I smoke it then?" he asked.

"Not in here!" I answered.  I guess that gave him permission since I didn't
say no.

"Let's sneak outside then," Jason suggested.  He started to walk towards my
door – hiding the joint in one hand and the lighter in the other.  He
was going to go outside in his underwear!  That excited me, so I just
followed him.

We snuck down the steps and I listened for where Dad was.  I heard the TV
and saw him sitting in his chair.  Law and Order was on – his favorite
show.  I tip toed across the dining room and down the hall that led to the
garage.  The dryer was down this hall too so it muffled our steps and the
opening of the door to the garage.  The cement garage floor was cold on our
bare feet.  Jason followed me out the small side door and we were outside
in our underwear!  The excitement of everything was making my heart beat
fast and once we found a dark private space on the side of the garage, we
stopped.

"Go ahead, hurry up," I instructed Jason.

"You having any?" he asked, but I shook my head no.  "Cool – more for
me. He said as he struck the lighter.

I freaked out at how bright the lighter was but when I realized you had to
be close to the front corner of the garage to even see us, I calmed down.
Jason lit it again.

"Dude – you have a wicked boner again!" Jason said after puffing the
joint.

He lit the lighter to illuminate us and indeed – I was hard.  I can't
believe I didn't even realize it.  But knowing it now only made it harder.
Being naughty turned me on!  I pulled on my wiener head the next time Jason
lit the lighter.  I wanted him to see that.  Jason's was still pushing out
his underwear so I pointed it out.

"You have one too.  At least a chubby," I said.  I almost grabbed it to
prove my point.

"Yea – it's a little hard.  Being outside almost naked turns me on," he
admitted.

"So why just be almost naked, when we can be completely naked?" I asked as
I yanked my undies down and stepped out of them.

Jason flicked the lighter and saw my hard on poking out.  "Oh my God –
you're crazy!"

"Do it! Pull yours down too!" I commanded.

"No way!" he said.

I didn't ask again.  His hands were holding the joint and lighter so I
thought it would be a perfect time to yank his underwear down, so I did
just that.  I struggled a bit and he could have easily pushed me away but
he didn't.  I got them to his ankles and told him to step out of them and
surprisingly, he did!

"There you go.  Happy?" he asked.

Of course I was, but I didn't answer him.  Instead, I grabbed his wrist and
pulled him.

"Where we going?" he asked.

"Nowhere.  Just around the yard and stuff," I said, not really having
anywhere in mind.  We were both completely naked – not even shoes or
anything, so we were walking slow and the little pebbles hurt a little
until we reached the grass.  We were in my back yard which is pretty dark
without any of our yard lights on.  Thanks goodness Dad was too lazy to
install the motion sensor lights Mom told him to put up!  When we got to
the side of the house that faced Arnie's house, I was nervous because there
was a lot of light coming from their windows.  They always leave a lot of
lights on.  I looked in their windows for Arnie or Michael but didn't see
anyone.  I looked at Jason whose wrist I was still holding and was able to
see his entire naked body.  Still too dark for details, but I could tell he
had a hard on like me!  I stopped walking so Jason did too.

"You're hard!" I announced in a whisper.

"No I'm not," Jason defended.

I could clearly see he was lying.  So to prove my point, I grabbed him.
Yes, I grabbed the object of my lust for the past few weeks!  I really
thought I'd get to see it before I touched it, but I still finally got what
I wanted!  Jason sucked in when I touched it.  But he didn't push me away.
His wiener was everything I imagined since I had been studying it so much.
Other than Michael, I never knew wieners could have skin over the head, so
I didn't expect to feel any, and I didn't.  Jason was cut.  Jason's hard on
didn't point up to his tummy like mine does.  He points out just like when
he's soft with his poke bulge.  It was easy to stroke from standing in
front of him.  The skin on his dick was really soft with a rock hard shaft
underneath.  He had more loose skin than Arnie and me and rubbing him was
pretty easy.  He encouraged me with a lot of high pitched whispered
moaning, especially when I felt his balls.

"They're really big.  I wish mine were bigger," I said.  Jason didn't
speak.  "It's really thick too.  I wish mine was more like yours," I
admitted.

"Yours is awesome too," he said.  "Plus, you're a lot better looking than
me.  And you're ashamed of nothing!" he went on.

Wow.  I had no idea he thought these things about me.  I didn't know what
to say but I didn't have to.  The yard was suddenly lit much more when the
Holt's kitchen light flipped on.  My heart practically jumped out of my
chest at first until I realized we were still in the shadow of a big
evergreen tree and the light illuminated a section of the yard we already
stepped through.  I looked over at the Holt's house and saw Julie in the
kitchen.

"Holy shit – she's hot.  Who's that?"  Jason asked.

"That's my best friend's mom," I answered.

"Let's get closer!" Jason said as he started walking away.

I was able to grab his waist and steer him back.  I think he was kidding
anyway, but his attraction to moms seemed to match mine for wieners!  I
held onto his hips and was steering him through my front yard since we had
to get back inside soon.  The front yard was pretty well lit from the
street light but by now, Jason and I seemed to not be nervous anymore.
After all, I touched his wiener!  Jason pretended to walk down the driveway
to the street so I steered him back up the driveway using his hips and once
he was facing the right way, I grabbed his ass cheeks to push him forward.
Again, he didn't resist.  His ass was nice.  He didn't have the bubble butt
that I possess, but it was nice and squishy.  We got to the garage where
our underwear was waiting for us but before I slipped them on, I reached
for Jason's wiener again.  He was still rock hard.  Then he did the most
awesome thing, he reached out and held mine too!  We didn't say a word as
we stroked each other out in the open right in front of my garage!  I know
Jason was making me feel really good and the way he was breathing, I knew I
was doing the same to him.  He seemed to imitate all my moves.  When I
rubbed his balls, he rubbed mine.  When I rubbed the head, so did he.  We
weren't rubbing fast.  We were kinda just feeling each other up.  Enjoying
mutual touch that I'd only recently discovered could be so awesome.  I
figured out later that Jason was in an entirely different plane of pleasure
since he was high from his joint.  No wonder he was suddenly open to
getting naked with me.  After ten minutes of this, I began to worry.  My
mom could pull in the driveway and light us up with her headlights.  Or my
dad could come out for something in the garage and flip the driveway light
on.  Either scenario would leave us no possibility for escape nor allow us
to make up any story other than what we were really doing.  I reluctantly
whispered to Jason that we had to go back in.  He didn't resist.  He
grabbed both our underwear and suggested we swap.  Since they were both
mine, I knew they'd fit so I didn't have a problem with that.  Either one
wouldn't contain my hardon so it really didn't matter.  So I put on the
pair Jason wore.  These were more expensive with a fabric that was more
stretchy and silky.  When we got inside, I saw how much my hardon pushed
them out.  It looked like a tent pole.

"Hey, got any snacks?" Jason whispered.

We did, but I didn't think it was a good idea to get them from the kitchen
with my dad so close.  I whispered "Later." to Jason and walked silently
towards the steps.  I sensed Jason wasn't behind me anymore and I was
right.  He took an exit into the kitchen and was waving for me to join him.
My first experience of a high maintenance friend under the
influence... ugh.  So I quietly snuck back to the kitchen and gave him a
look I learned from my mom that said "I thought I said no!"  He gave me a
pouty lip look and of course him standing there in my undies with a hardon,
I was under his spell.  I quietly opened the cabinet where the chips were
and successfully pulled out a bag without too much crinkling noise.  I was
in the mood for Oreos and found them in the cookie cabinet.  My hands were
full so I nodded my head for Jason to close the cabinet door but the
dumbass just swung it shut and in turn it made that familiar kitchen
cabinet slamming noise!  I almost shit myself!

"Zach?  Is that you?" my dad called from the TV room.

"Uh yea," I said back.

"What are you doing?" he asked.  I couldn't see him.  I could only hear
him.

"Ummm, just getting snacks for me and Jason," I answered.

"I didn't hear you come down," he said.  I was thinking "That's because we
didn't want you to know we were sneaking down to smoke a joint!"

"Guess you were really into your show," I suggested.

"Hey, bring me a beer, would ya?" he said after a 15 second pause.

Of course I panicked.  I still had my hardon poking my underwear out and
the thought of being forced to be in front of my dad like that only made it
harder!  How could I fear something but yet really want to do it at the
same time?  In this case, I had no choice.  I always do what my dad asks me
to do.  Just a simple respect he demanded.  I handed the snacks to Jason
and whispered that he should sneak upstairs while I gave my dad the beer.
I opened the fridge, grabbed a can and cracked it open so he'd know it was
on its way.  Here goes nothing... I casually walked into the TV room and up
to my dad in his chair.

"Here you go Daddy," I said as I stood next to him in nothing but my
sneakers and underwear with my wiener poking out the front.  If I were him,
I'd know something was up.  But he noticed even more as he blatantly stared
at my crotch.

"Those were Jason's underwear," he said.  Oh crap.  I forgot about that.
He picked them for him to wear!

"Umm really?  Oh I guess we got them mixed up," I said, not being able to
come up with a better lie that quickly.

"Mixed them up?  How can you get clothing mixed up if you're still wearing
it?" he questioned.  "And what's with the erection?"

I looked down at my `erection' and shrugged my shoulders.  "You said
yourself they can happen for no reason at my age.  Sorry."

"You don't have to apologize.  You can't help it.  Just like I can't help
that I'm getting one too," he said looking down into his pajama bottoms.
Indeed, they were poking up.

"You got one because of me?" I asked.

"I got one because you have one.  And from thinking about the games you
boys must be playing to end up swapping underwear.  Brings back memories,"
he said as he adjusted his wiener so it was poking out even more.  In fact,
it was pushing his opening and I could actually see part of his wiener!

"Where's Jason?" he asked.

"Upstairs.  Waiting for me," I said assuming he went up.

"Okay.  Don't let your old man spoil your fun.  Get back up there to be
with your friend," he said while touching his wiener again and reaching out
for the beer.  "Thanks for getting me the beer."

"You're welcome.  And you're not old.  I like doing stuff with you too," I
answered.  I hope he knew I meant naked stuff, but I just left it at that
in case he didn't.  Dad smiled at me and I walked away, not hiding the fact
that I was staring at his bulge.

Jason was still on the steps when I got to them.  He couldn't have seen us
but he may have heard what we said.  We both quietly climbed the steps even
though we didn't have to anymore.  Once we were back in my bedroom, I
turned out all the lights except my small bedside lamp.  Jason still had a
hardon poking out his undies.  Even though we were naked and touching each
other outside, I still hadn't seen it naked!

"What did your dad say when you went in with a boner?" he asked.

"You couldn't hear us talking?" I asked.

"Nah.  The TV was on and you guys were really talking soft.  Plus, all I
was thinking about was busting open these Doritos!" he said pulling the bag
open.

"He's seen me with a boner before.  He knows it happens for no reason," I
said.

"Oh, I think there was a very good reason!" he said grabbing his boner and
leaving Dorito dust on his undies.

Okay, now what?  I want to do more sexy stuff with Jason.  He apparently is
a lot more willing when he's high.  Do I just suggest we get naked again?
Do I pull out the porn?  Will he think I'm gay?

"Turn out the light," he instructed.

My stomach got all gnarly, in a good way.  I walked over and turned it out.
As my eyes adjusted to the limited light from the street lights, I managed
to find my way back to Jason.  From that point forward, we didn't speak
with our voices.  Instead, our hands did the talking.  Jason pulled my
underwear off first and immediately grabbed my wiener.  I pulled his
underwear off and copied his moves – feeling every inch of skin on each
other.  Not just our wieners, but our stomachs, asses, backs, faces,
legs... everywhere!  This was my first experience of heavy sexual passion
and it made my heart beat so hard I was dizzy.  We remained standing.  Our
breathing was heavy.  Jason was the first to use his mouth.  He didn't
kiss, he just dragged his lips from my neck, down my shoulder and onto my
upper chest.  I could feel the coolness of his saliva as he breathed
heavily afterwards and then continued more after rewetting his lips.  His
hands found my butt and just like everyone else, squeezed my cheeks over
and over.  Jason spun me around and nested his wiener into my butt crack.
We were the same height from our waists down so he fit perfectly and I
loved the feeling of it there.  This was a Jason I never met before.  He
was definitely calling the shots, including taking a Doritos break every so
often.  I enjoyed playing in the dark but I really wanted to see what I was
playing with but Jason said no every time I asked if I could turn on a
little light.  We eventually made it to my bed and got a little bit more
aggressive with trying to wrestle each other.  Nothing real noisy – just
rolling around trying to be on top of the other.  At one point, Jason was
on top of me and our wieners were side by side.  He put all his weight on
me and I gave a sigh of pleasure because it really felt incredible.  He
repeated it over and over and eventually was humping our wieners into each
other.  He sped it up pretty fast and my bed was squeaking like when my
parents have sex.  I would imagine Dad could hear us but I didn't care.
Jason pushed his body off my chest and all his weight was on our crotches
as he pumped our wieners against each other.  I knew what was going to
happen – it felt so good!  I didn't know Jason was feeling the same
thing until I finally lost my ability to make sound as my body started
shaking and I pumped another dry cum out of my balls!  Jason had to know
what was happening and it must have sent him over the top too because he
imitated my sounds and breathing and pushed himself into me so hard it
almost hurt!  I felt his wetness on my stomach.  I was jealous that he
could squirt sperm.  We both stayed smooshed into each other, his cum still
trapped between our bodies.  We couldn't stop the aftershocks.  When he got
a chill, he shook and it gave me one.  After a while it made us laugh and
he rolled off and lay next to me.

"Wow – that was awesome!" I said staring at the ceiling.

"Yea," was all Jason said back to me.

I found some socks on the floor and cleaned myself off.  I tried rubbing
Jason's belly and wiener with a dry sock but he resisted, pushing my hand
away.  The moment was gone.  After a while he stood up, slipped on a pair
of my undies and walked out of the room and into the bathroom.  I went out
in the hall but Jason closed the bathroom door.  I guess the fun was over.
I didn't want to piss him off so I went back in my room and slipped on a
pair of undies and a t-shirt.  The rest of the night went normal.  Nothing
was said about our naked fun.  We played video games and eventually fell
asleep watching TV.


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