Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2016 12:54:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tim Smith <mint848848@yahoo.com>
Subject: Zach's Obsession with Wieners - Chapter 13

I woke first the next morning.  I was naked.  I remembered taking off my
undies after Jason woke me up getting back in bed last night.  It was
3:38am.  I remember seeing the clock.  I slipped them off because I was hot
but I remember Jason being cool when he laid next to me.  He felt nice and
I did snuggle up to him to absorb some of his coolness.  I slipped on a
pair of undies to go to the bathroom.  I didn't suddenly get shy, I just
haven't been naked in front of my mom since all this has gone down.  It
didn't matter anyway – I didn't see anyone in the hallway.  When I got
back to my bedroom, Jason was still in bed.  His eyes were closed but I
couldn't tell if he was sleeping.  I wondered if he was naked and if so, if
I would finally get to see his wiener in the light!  I slowly lifted the
cover but Jason was still wearing my stretchy underwear although he no
longer had on a t-shirt.  He had morning wood so it was nice to finally see
his bulge so clearly.  As soon as the coolness of the room hit his body,
his eyes opened.

"Perv," was all he said but I could tell he wasn't mad.

"You the one all boned up," I pointed out.

"It's called morning wood.  I gotta piss," he said as he hopped out of bed
and jogged down the hall to the bathroom.  I just laid in bed remembering
the sexy stuff Jason and I did last night.

"I thought you said your dad doesn't use this bathroom," he said the moment
he returned to my room.  His underwear were poked out but he didn't have a
boner anymore.

"He doesn't.  My parents have a bathroom attached to their bedroom," I
answered curious why he asked.

"Then why is you dad in this bathroom every time I use it?  In the middle
of the night and just now," he answered.

"No wait... my dad?  In this bathroom right here?" I was really confused as
I pointed through the wall at the bathroom I use.

"Yea.  He was in the hall each time I went out.  Said something like we
must be on the same pee schedule.  It was weird," he said.

"My dad was in this bathroom at 3:30 in the morning?" I was still trying to
figure out what he was talking about.

"No – 3 in the morning.  I remember seeing the gigantic red numbers on
your clock.  They light up the entire room," he answered.

That only confused me more.  Who takes 38 minutes to take a piss?  Why
didn't my dad use his own bathroom?  Maybe mom was in it?  But twice?

"So, he saw your boner?" I asked remembering Jason left the room with a
piss boner.

"Ummm, not really," Jason suddenly seemed nervous.

"I went out naked last night, but that's only because we went to bed naked.
I didn't undress in front of your dad or anything.  And when I went out
last night but it was just the nightlight so I don't think he saw much.  I
was half asleep anyway," he rambled on.

"I guess he saw it this morning.  He must be used to you running around
with yours out `cuz he didn't tell me to put on clothes or anything."  He
paused.  "It's great that you have a cool dad."

Before I could comment and as if that was his cue, there was a knock on my
partially open bedroom door and my dad's head appeared around the door.

"Get up boys.  Don't sleep your whole summer away!" he said with a smile.
Geez, he was in a cheerful mood.  I did my usual fake groans showing my
opposition to having to get up.

Usually, that was followed by a list of reasons why it was important to get
up.  Most were chores that were expected to be complete by the end of the
morning.  But instead, my dad entered my room and repeated his order to get
up and with no warning, he whipped the covers off me and there I laid
completely naked and exposed!  And I was hard as steel, probably from Jason
telling me my dad saw his boner.  Suddenly, I felt out of place and
struggled to cover up again, but that just encouraged Jason to join the
fight and he successfully kept me uncovered for him and my dad to see.  My
dad did nothing to defend me.  He just watched Jason and me wrestling.  I
was happy to see Jason's boner returned during our wrestling.  It was
stretching his undies straight out and he did nothing to hide it from me or
my dad!  We finally stopped wresting and laid on my bed panting.  I looked
up at my dad to see his reaction and he was smiling and shaking his head.
He had a boner too.  I could easily see his tube poking down the leg of his
pajama pants.

"Oh to be young again," he said.  "You guys remind me of me and my best
friend growing up.  Hurry up, breakfast in 4 minutes!"

And he left.  Jason and I got up and searched for clothes.  I saw Jason's
clothes from the laundry were folded on my desk.  I was hoping he'd change
into his own underwear so I could finally see him naked in the light but he
kept mine pair on.

We didn't say anything else right through breakfast.  I guess we were both
thinking about stuff that happened last night and this morning.  I hope he
wasn't getting mad.

After breakfast we each took a shower... separately unfortunately, even
though I hinted we should take one together like Arnie and me.  I was
obsessed with figuring out how I could finally see his wiener!

After our showers, we went on a hike in the woods behind my house when it
finally happened.  It figures, when I try the least is when I got what I
wanted.  The large cups of OJ and milk that my mom served were making my
bladder very full.  I was waiting until we got to a point on the trail
where no houses could be seen before I announced "I gotta take a mean
piss!"

I motioned for Jason to follow me off the trail about 10 feet and just
whipped out my dick.  I made no attempt to face away.  In fact, as he
walked, I kept turning so I was facing him with my piss stream.

"This is the designated piss stop on this trail.  If ya gotta go, now's the
time," I said.

So he did!  He stood right next to me and pulled the front of his shorts
and underwear down below his balls and shot his piss stream straight out.
Even soft, his dick was chubby.  His balls were pretty big.  He didn't even
hold his wiener when he peed.  It really did poke straight out and stayed
there.  I think his big balls had something to do with it.  None of the
wieners I've seen up to this point were like this.  I liked it and was
curious if it was stiff at all.  My piss stream ended soon after his
started but I didn't put it away.  I shook it and then shook it some more.
And again until he stopped, shook it once and put it away.  Jason made no
comment about pissing together or about my wiener.  But I was all tingly
about what just happened.  I wished he just left it out.

"It's cool how you don't have to hold it to piss," I finally said after we
continued walking.

"I never really thought about it.  I didn't know I did it differently than
anybody else.  My brother is the only other person I saw piss and he does
it like me," he said.

"Does he have the same poke bulge as you?  I don't know if it's cuz your
balls are so big or if your wiener is just like that," I said.

"Like what?  Why are you so infatuated with my dick?" he asked.  I hope he
wasn't getting upset that I was asking questions.

"I'm not infatuated.  I'm curious.  I'm curious about a lot of things.
When I am, I ask questions.  My teacher says it's a very good trait.  That
I'll become more knowledgeable because of it.  I have a lot of questions
for you.  You're kinda mysterious," I explained.

"Questions like what?" he stopped walking when he asked me.

"How many will you allow me to ask?  And that one doesn't count," I asked.

"I don't know.  Ten?" Jason offered.

"Will you answer them truthfully?  That wasn't one of the ten either.  We
didn't start yet," I said.

"What is this?  Truth or dare?" he answered.

"I only played truth or dare at a sleepover," I answered.  "If that's what
will get you to answer them truthfully, then okay, we'll play truth or
dare.  But you can't tell me to eat disgusting stuff like bird poop or
anything that will make me sick."

"Okay I won't.  But you may not like my dares, so you better tell the
truth!" he said with an evil look.

"How do you play?  We play by asking the question first and then you can
either answer it truthfully or if you don't want to answer it, then you
have to do a dare instead," I explained.

"Who's we?" Jason asked.

"My friends.  You never met any of them," I answered.  I didn't want to
disclose that me, Arnie and Keith played before.  Those dares were pretty
awesome so we never even bothered to tell the truth.

"OK fine.  Truth or dare: Are you gay?" Jason asked.  I was shocked.  I
didn't know really.  Sure, I liked looking at wieners and he and I had some
serious fun last night but I never had any experiences with a girl.  Does
that make me gay?

"Umm, how am I supposed to know the answer to that?  No?  I haven't been
with a girl.  I'm only ten!  Should I know the answer to that?  Do you know
if you are?" I stumbled through my answer.  I really had no idea how gay I
was at that time.  Looking back, I see so many obvious signs that I was.

"You can't ask me a question yet.  You haven't answered yours.  If you
don't answer then you need to do a dare," he said.

"Okay, then I'll do a dare," I said nervously.

"Hmmm... okay, you have to hang from that branch for 60 seconds," he said
pointing to a horizontal branch hanging from a nearby tree about 6 feet off
the ground.

"That's it?" I asked.  Why did I ask it like that?

"Umm, okay no that's not it.  I get to tickle you the entire time," he
added.

"No way!  I'm so ticklish!  I'll fall off!  30 seconds max," I offered.

He was fine with that and boosted me up using his hands interlaced with
each other as a step.  Once I got my grip, I said go.  Jason started
touching me on my ankles and then went slowly up my legs.  It felt tingly,
but not ticklish.  He stood behind me and pinched my thighs with crab leg
hands and once he got to my inner thighs, it really did tickle.

"Ten seconds!" I announced while trying to squirm away from his pinchers.

Surprisingly, Jason then pinched me on my butt cheeks.  This made me laugh
out loud and squirm even more.  But nothing tickled me more than when he
included my sides.  I was stretched tight from hanging and couldn't fight
back with my arms and it was driving me crazy!  I was getting a hard on!  I
should have realized this was going to happen.  Same thing as when I played
puppy with my dad.  That flashback of dad and I getting boners together
made me go even harder now!

"Twenty seconds!" I managed to say between laughter.

During the final ten seconds, Jason sped up his attack.  He went from my
sides to my butt to my sides and even around the front to my belly!  I gave
him a countdown from 5 and he surprised the heck out of me at 2 seconds by
sending a pincher between my legs and squeezing my ball sack as I yelled
"Stop!"  I released my grip and fell to the ground still giggling.  I bent
my knees and pulled my legs into my chest to hide my hard on.  I kept
giggling.  I liked where this was going.  He squeezed my balls!

"Why are you still laughing?  I'm not even touching you anymore!" Jason
questioned me.  I didn't answer him.  I just caught my breath and managed
to stand up.

"Holy crap!  Talk about a bulge in the shorts!  What's that?" Jason asked
pointing at my boner bulge.

"What did you expect?  You were tickling my butt and balls!" I pointed out.

"I did not tickle your balls!" he said firmly.  I know what I felt but I
didn't see any reason to argue.  "Make that go away in case someone comes
along."

"I can't just stop it!  Once it's there, it's there.  I can't help it.  I
guess I should have worn underwear," I suggested.

"What?  Who doesn't wear underwear?  No wonder it's so... so out there," he
said while looking at my bulging shorts.

"I don't!" I repeated while pulling the waist band of my shorts out and
down exposing my hard on and allowing it to spring up to my belly.  "My dad
said I used to run around naked when I was little.  I'd probably still do
it if it was allowed."

"When you were little?  Ummm did you forget about last night in your yard?
Maybe I'll dare you to do it here," Jason said while pulling on his wiener.
He did it quick when I was adjusting mine back into my shorts, probably
hoping I wouldn't notice.

"It's my turn.  Truth or dare?  Do any of you guys get a boner when you're
skinny dipping in the creek?" I asked.

"Yes. It's happened," he answered simply.  I wonder if it was him or his
brother or the friend or maybe everybody.

"How many times have you seen your mom naked?" he asked.  I guess that was
his next question.

"Umm never that I remember.  Bra and underwear a few times but that's the
same as her bathing suit," I answered.

"Oh okay.  She's really hot for a mom.  I wouldn't mind seeing her naked,"
he admitted. It didn't occur to me that he may have been attracted to her.
She's my mom – I can't imagine being attracted to your mom.  Then I
thought about my dad and it made more sense.  Does that make me gay?

"How about you?  How many times have you seen your parents naked?" I asked.

"You can't ask the same question," he explained.

"It's not the same.  You asked about my mom and I asked about both your
parents," I explained back.

"Oh.  Well that's pretty much the same question, but I'll allow it.  Well,
my dad is never around.  I haven't seen him in like 5 years.  And I see my
mom naked all the time," he said while looking at the ground as we walked.

"Is she a nudist?  How about your brother?" I asked enthusiastically.

"I wouldn't say she's a nudist.  It's just not a big deal.  When you grow
up with it, it means nothing.  Sometimes I think it's an excuse for Mom to
not have to buy new clothes.  We don't buy a lot of clothing.  Everything I
own was my brothers.  Mom doesn't really work, other than home schooling,"
he said.

"So do you get a hard on when you see her like that?" I asked.

"You said it yourself.  Hard ons just happen for no reason sometimes," he
said.

"So do you?" I repeated.

"Of course!  Her stuff is hanging all out!  I'm not weird or anything so
don't judge me," he said defensively.  "And you just used 3 questions in a
row.  My turn.  Did you ever get a hard on like this in front of anyone
else?  I mean besides your dad.  And I don't mean like in school when it
pops up for no reason.  I mean on purpose when it was obvious," he asked.

"Yea – lots of times I guess," I answered.

"Who'd you do it with?" he asked.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out!" I said, not wanting to
tell Jason about Arnie, Keith or Arnie's dad.

"Then I guess that means you want another dare!" he said.  Oh crap.  I
forgot for a second that we were playing Truth or Dare.  I just looked at
him waiting for my dare.

"You know what I'm going to say... walk naked along the trail," he smiled
while he said it.  I wanted to do it but I didn't want to get caught.

"What if someone comes along?" I asked nervously.  "For how long?"

"Nobody will come along.  You know you want to do it.  Just do it for like
5 minutes," he reasoned.

"5 minutes?  That's like forever!  If someone comes, I'm going to run so
fast into the woods!" I said as I pulled my shorts down and over my
sneakers.

"Shirt too," Jason said looking me over.  My wiener couldn't be harder.

I pulled my shirt collar over my head and handed both my shorts and shirt
to Jason giving him full control of my nudity.  He was smiling saying I was
crazy.  So we just kept walking.  I touched my wiener.  A lot.  I didn't
say anything.  Jason just kept chuckling and saying I was nuts.  He touched
himself too.  His bulge was a lot bigger now.  I could tell he had a hard
on, but decided to keep all the attention on me so he wouldn't stop things.

"You don't have to wait until the next dare," I told him.

"It's only a dare if you don't want to answer the truth question.  I have a
feeling you prefer the dares though," he said.

"Well, maybe I do, but that doesn't mean I want another dare," I tried to
reason.

"Okay... your question is, Do you want to see my dick?" he asked.  I looked
right at his crotch and didn't care if he saw that I was.  If I answer yes,
then that doesn't mean he'll show it.  If I ask for a dare, it can't get
worse for me.  I'm completely naked walking in the woods with a boner!

"Dare," I stated.

"I figured.  You're so predictable.  OK – your dare is to smoke a joint
with me," he said as he pulled one out of his pocket.

"I, uh... I don't smoke," I stuttered.

"It's not smoking, it's a joint.  It's no big deal," he said, confusing me.

"Where'd you get them?" I asked.

"That's another question.  You don't really understand this game, do you?"
he asked with a smile.

"That was a question and the truth answer is Yes, I do," I answered
quickly.

"Ahh, touchι!  I got it from my mom's stash.  She gets high a lot.
She'll never miss it.  My brother has been taking them from her for years.
Come on, it makes you feel awesome.  Plus it's the only way you'll get to
see my dick – if I'm high," he said.

Jason and I walked off the path and deeper into the woods behind a big oak
tree.  He showed me how to light the joint and how to suck in and hold the
smoke in your lungs.  He took two big hits before he handed it to me.  The
end was wet with his spit.  I tried to follow his directions but don't
think I inhaled anything.  He took it back for two more big hits.  It made
my fingers hot because it was burning closer now.  I inhaled again and
apparently did it right because I choked like I never did before!  I
couldn't stop coughing and felt a burn in my throat!  OMG – how can
people get used to this?  Jason laughed at me.  He took the joint back and
lit it again – taking the last hit before it burned all the pot.

"It doesn't take long," he said with a smile.  "That was a good one."

The choking made my hardon go away.  I guess when you think you're going to
die, your body doesn't care about hardons.  I watched Jason get high before
my eyes.  He just leaned against the tree and held his forehead with his
hand.  He said he doesn't usually smoke that much that fast.  I hope he
wasn't going to overdose or something.  I had no idea what to do if that
happened.  I reached down to get my clothing.

"Whoa whoa – what are you doing?" Jason asked.

"Getting dressed.  5 minutes is over," I explained.

"Dude, you know I'm going to tell you to take them off on your next dare,
so you may as well just keep them off," he said.

"How often do you smoke pot?" I asked.

"Dare," was his answer.  That made me chuckle.

"No – that wasn't a game question. I was just asking you `cuz I choked
like was going to die and you didn't cough at all," I asked.

"My brother and I smoke it a lot.  He said it'll be legal soon anyway.
It's no big deal.  So ask another question," he quickly said apparently
trying to change the subject.

"OK, umm, what did you and my dad do for 30 minutes last night?" I can't
believe I asked it but I have been trying to piece things together since
breakfast.  Dad was really friendly with Jason.  Did he squeeze his butt
like he squeezed mine?  My butt was definitely bubblier.  I was a little
jealous thinking Jason may have let him touch his butt.  Or maybe even
more.

"What do you mean what did we do for 30 minutes?  Who said we did anything?
I said we just saw each other in the bathroom.  I don't even know how to
answer a question that doesn't have an answer.  That's a dumb question.
Give me a dare instead," he answered very defensively.

I tried to read his expression for any hints of reading his mind.  Both
about my dad and how far I could take this game now.  He looked like he
wanted to play.

"Pull your wiener out and whack off," I instructed.

Jason just looked at me.  I know he wasn't stunned that I asked him to pull
his wiener out of his shorts.  But he may not have expected me to tell him
to whack it off.  He rubbed his already hard wiener through his shorts.  I
wish he'd dare me to rub it.

"I said pull it out and whack it off – not through your shorts," I
instructed.

Jason kept rubbing it through the fabric.

"If you want it out, then take it out yourself," he invited.

I didn't need further instructions.  I stepped forward and snuck my fingers
in the waist band of his sweat shorts.  They were tied so I had to pull the
string first to release them.  Once that was loose, they were easy to pull
down to his knees leaving him in his loose boxer briefs fresh from the
laundry.  They were too big for him and obviously well used.  The extra
room gave him plenty of space for his hard wiener to poke out the front.  I
grabbed it through the loose fabric and was reminded how much fatter his is
than my skinny boy wiener.  I felt down to his balls and again, was
impressed at how much bigger they were than my little jelly beans.  They
were so squishy.  I loved feeling them.  But I wanted to see him naked!  It
didn't take much to pull his undies out and over his wiener.  They barely
used the elastic to hang from his hips and easily slid down to join his
shorts.  My goal was achieved!  There it was – Jason's wiener!  Like it
felt, it was a chubby 4 inch pole sticking straight out from his body.  It
was perfect in color and shape with only a few whisps of hair at his base.
The head was the same size of his shaft, just like mine.  All the other
wieners I've seen, the head is bigger than the shaft.  It angled slightly
to his left but was straight all the way.  His ball sack was completely
hairless and slightly darker than the rest of his skin.  I know I told him
to whack off, but I decided to touch him instead.  Jason gasped when I
first touched it.  The feel was familiar since I did it in the dark last
night.  He encouraged me with a lot of high pitched whispered moaning,
especially when I felt his big balls.

"They're really big.  I wish mine were bigger," I said.  Jason opened his
eyes and smiled at me.  "It's really thick too.  I wish mine was like
yours," I admitted.

"Let's suck," Jason surprised me by saying.  My look must have shown my
surprise.  "It's so good when you're high," he added.  I wasn't sure if he
meant sucking or being sucked.  Either way, I was liking what I was
hearing.

"Is that a dare?" I asked.

"Would you rather suck it or do you want to answer another question
instead?" he asked already knowing the answer.

"Dare," is all I said as I bent down and popped his head into my mouth.  I
wanted to please Jason and did my best to imitate the sucking I received
from Arnie and his dad.  At first, Jason's wiener smelled a bit from boy
sweat mixed with soap from his shower this morning.  When I sucked Arnie,
he was always right out of the shower so this was new to me.  But it wasn't
bad – in fact it drove me to want to suck him deeper.  It's a scent that
I became familiar with other boys and learned to love it because it always
equaled naked fun times!  Jason continued his moaning and encouraged me
when what I was doing felt really good.  I wish I had video of the two of
us out in the woods that day.  Me totally naked except for my sneakers with
a 3 inch spike touching my belly and Jason's fat 4 incher being devoured by
me.  My mouth was getting sore – I wasn't used to sucking and was doing
it really aggressively and I needed a break.  I stopped sucking and stood
upright looking for Jason's approval.  He looked at me and smiled.

"Man, that was awesome!  You suck great!  Trust me, I've been sucked a lot
of times!" he admitted.

"You have?  Who sucked it?" I wondered.

"Don't worry about that.  I guess people just like my dick.  You ready to
get sucked?" he asked as he got on his knees.

Jason pulled me in towards himself and grabbed my ass cheeks as his mouth
found the tip of my dick.  It immediately felt incredible.  He stayed on
the tip and just nibbled on it.  I was soon going to push him off when he
took the entire thing into his mouth and pressed hard into my belly.  He
couldn't get more in if he tried!  He began a slow rhythm with varying
pressure on my wiener as he massaged my butt cheeks slipping his fingers
into my crack and over my butt hole.

As opposed to last night when we said nothing, Jason was talkative today.
"Oh my God – you have a nice ass!" he said squeezing my cheeks hard when
he said it.  "You better not go near my brother after he smoked a joint."

I figured from that statement he and his brother must have sex when they
smoke pot.  Jason must have done it a lot with him.  He was making me feel
incredible between sucking me and rubbing his finger tips on my butt hole.
I didn't care how gross that was because it felt incredible.  Like nothing
I've ever experienced.  The more I thought about how naughty the whole
experience was... me completely naked outside, smoking pot, two guys
sucking each other and Jason playing with my hole... the closer to `the
feeling' I was getting.  I don't know if I was high from smoking Jason's
joint, but my head was really spinning and my forehead started to tingle.
I couldn't help it and I didn't warn Jason at all – I suddenly stood on
my tip toes, thrust my wiener deep into Jason's mouth and came!  I
involuntarily pumped over and over and thought I was going to turn to jelly
and collapse.  It was a good thing Jason hugged me tight into his body
during my cumming.  He kept sucking on me until I had to push him away to
get it out of his mouth.

"Holy shit!  You just came big time!" he said looking up at me.

"I did?  You felt it?" I was excited to make cum like Arnie!

"No, you didn't shoot anything.  I mean you were really shaking.  You came
big time!" he repeated.

"I know!  It was great!!" I said while breathing heavy.

"OK – my turn.  Turn around." he instructed as he easily turned my limp
body to face away from him.  I had to lean into a tree trunk to stay
upright.  I never felt such euphoria before.  I think it was because I was
standing when I did it.  I never came while standing.

Jason leaned me down a bit and immediately starting squeezing my butt.  It
reminded me of when my dad did it to me.  I love the feeling.  I love that
my butt turned people on so much.  Unlike my dad, Jason didn't just rub my
cheeks.  He was spreading them and touched my hole.  It was just like
before when he did it but this time was more pressure.  I just let him do
it because I liked how it felt.  It felt wet.  I soon learned why because
the next time he spit, I heard it.  I didn't mind because it made his
rubbing feel even better.  He went faster with his fingers.  I couldn't
help but moan and I guess that was his permission to do more.  The touching
stopped and I heard the leaves crunch under his feet as he repositioned
himself.  I looked back and realized what was coming next.

"No way!  You're not going to stick that in there," I informed him.

"Come on... it won't be that bad.  Mine's little.  Trust me... a butt can
handle way more," he added.  I assume he's admitting that he's had a bigger
one?  His brother's?

"You've done this before?" I wanted to know.

"I've never stuck mine in, but yea, I've had one in me.  So believe me when
I say, it won't feel too bad.  It feels really really good once you get
used to it.  You want more to smoke?  It's easier if you smoke." he
suggested.

"No, I don't wanna smoke anymore."  I paused as I looked back at Jason, his
hard wiener sticking out.  He looked so sexy.  I didn't want him to get mad
at me and we'd never get to play naked games again.  "OK, try it.  Just go
slow and if I say stop, you have to stop!" I warned.  I was still rock hard
so he knew I wanted to continue.

"You won't want me to stop," he said as he stepped closer and touched my
butt cheeks with his wiener.

I heard him spit more and felt more wetness on my crack.  I remember
wishing I could see what he was doing.  Instead, I just thought of Arnie
doing it to Keith and how good it must have felt for each of them –
especially Keith.  Maybe Arnie can do it to me if I practice with Jason!
After Jason was happy with the amount of spit he pulled my cheeks apart and
rubbed the tip of his wiener in my crack to spread it around.  Most of his
rubbing was right on my hole and I have to admit it felt incredible.  He
pushed in a few times and I instinctively clenched tight.

"You have to relax.  You're too tight.  It won't go in if you don't relax,"
Jason instructed.

I wasn't trying to tighten up.  It was a reflex.  How could I control a
reflex?  But I tried.  Jason was gently rubbing my hole now with his
fingers.  It felt nice.  I relaxed.  He poked in the tip of his fingers and
I let him.  Cool, I can relax it.  He was whispering "relax... yea, that's
it... good boy..."  I assume he was mimicking his brother who had to teach
him how to relax his butt hole in the beginning.  I didn't want to
disappoint Jason.  I liked him – a lot!  I heard leaves rustle and
looked back to see Jason getting into position again.  Here we go.  You can
do it Zach... come on... His tip touched me and I clinched.  Damn!  He
rubbed up and down.  It felt good.  He pushed harder as he rubbed.  It felt
even better.  I could tell he was able to spread my hole a little bit by
applying the pressure.  I just closed my eyes and put all my concentration
on my butt.  For a split second and without warning, I was able to relax at
the same time he was pushing in and WOW did it hurt!

"Oww!!" I yelped louder than I should have.

"Shhh!  It's okay... I won't move.  Just let it stay there so you get used
to it.  Relax... shhh..." Jason turned on a calming charm and he gently
scratched my back.  I did as instructed.

He spit on the area a few more times but stayed still otherwise.  After
about 30 seconds, he pushed again.  Just as the pain was getting
unbearable, he stopped and pulled out a bit.  Then he did it again.  Each
time he must have got more spit to lube his wiener because it was less and
less painful.  It felt "full" but not painful.  It was a good full.  And
knowing it was a wiener that was filling me made it so cool!  I was having
sex!  Even though it hurt, I was still hard.  I know Jason was feeling much
better than I was and that made me happy and I let him have his way with
me.  He slowly started to pump his wiener in me.  I didn't really like it
like Jason said I would but it was bearable.  I felt like I had to poop but
I pooped that morning before my shower.  So I knew it was just because
Jason's wiener was in there.  I just tried to remain relaxed but once in a
while I knew I was clinching down on him.  It was wet enough to not affect
him though.  Jason lasted about two, maybe three minutes until his
breathing got real fast and high pitched.  He pushed hard at the end.  It
hurt, but I didn't care because he was cumming in me!  I didn't feel
anything inside but wasn't sure if I would anyway.  I was happy for him.  I
was glad I did it for him.  I was the first one who Jason did it with!  The
first boy Jason fucked!  I wanted him to pull out though.  He must have
read my mind and he did.  What's weird was I wanted him back in me as soon
as he pulled out.  My full feeling was over that quick and it didn't hurt
anymore, but I wish we were still doing it.

Jason was panting.  He had a smile on his face.  That made me smile back.
OK – we were both cool with what happened.  Jason high fived me and
unfortunately put his clothes back on.  I reluctantly did the same and we
walked back to my house with wiener bulges the entire time.