Date: Sun, 31 Jul 2016 17:16:09 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tim Smith <mint848848@yahoo.com>
Subject: Zach's Obsession with Wieners Chapter 3

The rest of the day was normal.  Normal in the sense that Arnie and I kept
our pants on!  The storm had brought a lot of limbs down from the trees,
and we worked with Arnie's dad in the yard cleaning it up.  He told me to
stop calling him Mr. Holt and use his first name, Michael.  Even outside,
he was watching me.  He always worked wherever I was working.  I even moved
to places we already cleaned to see if he followed me.  He did.  It was
still very humid and getting hotter by the minute.  After about an hour, we
had all stripped off our shirts – even Arnie's dad.  His chest was
hairier than Arnie's, but he was just as toned.  I never noticed that about
him since Arnie had been the object of my affection.  But ever since he saw
us naked and hard in the shower, I got the feeling I was going to be in
trouble, so I paid a lot of attention to what he was telling us to do and
obeyed every word.  I guess I was afraid he'd tell my parents if I didn't
obey him.

Arnie was acting the same way, but I didn't know if that was any different
than normal.  I have friends who totally dis their 'rents and others who
wouldn't dare do anything their parents didn't approve of.  I never paid
much attention to how Arnie was with his dad before today.  Julie had made
sure we "remained hydrated" by bringing out ice water, which she demanded
we drink.  They were tall glasses – taller than I was used to – so I
allowed some to spill out from my mouth cooling my upper body as I drank.
It looked like sweat, and I was impressed with how it made me look –
more like a sweaty working man than just a 10-year old-boy.

Arnie was told to find a box of large garbage bags in the garage to put the
small branches in.  His dad asked me to follow him with the wheelbarrow of
twigs we gathered.  It was big for me but I managed to push it to the rear
of the yard to where they stacked wood for camp fires.  The wood was
stacked behind an old shed to hide it from view.  As we were unloading the
wheelbarrow, Michael announced the water was going right through him and he
had to take a leak.  Of course that got my interest and I immediately hoped
I would get to see his wiener.  I was surprised that he made no attempt to
turn away like my friends always do.  In fact, he moved closer to me,
unzipped his shorts and pulled out his wiener and balls about 2 feet away
from me!  I was so surprised that I guess I just stared at it.  I'd seen my
dad's wiener before but only as he changed or quickly walked past my room.
Never before on display like this.  Not only was Michael's so much bigger
than Arnie's, but it looked really different – like his end was missing.
As soon as I thought that, his end came out like a turtle's head from its
shell.  As soon as it did, he proceeded to shoot a strong piss stream on
the ground in front of us.

"If you gotta go too, now's the time, Zach," he said to me, breaking me out
of my trance.

"No, I don't have to," I honestly answered.

"Oh come on, I'm sure you do after drinking all that water.  Whip it out
and try.  This is the only place in the yard that is hidden enough to do
this."

I had that feeling again – that if I didn't do as he said, he'd tell my
parents about Arnie and me in the shower together.  My shorts had an
elastic band so it was easy for me to pull them down with my underwear and
hold my wiener for pissing.

"Don't hold it Zach – just let it fly.  That's what so cool about
pissing outdoors, you don't have to worry about where it sprays." he
instructed.

He had stopped pissing and just stood there with his wiener out.  He let go
of it and the end started to go back in.  I was really nervous and didn't
piss at all.  We both just stood there fully exposed, looking at each
other's stuff.

"Have you ever seen one like mine?" he asked.  I shook my head no.

"It's uncircumcised.  You were like this when you were born, but the doctor
cut this part off when you were just a few days old," he explained as he
pulled his skin out to show me what he meant.

"If you look at yours, you can see the scar where they did it," he said
while not only pointing at my wiener, but touching it where he was talking
about.  I was nervous.  Maybe more excited than nervous.  I remember my
heart beating really hard like when I get nervous.

"I can look just like you by pulling the foreskin back like this," he
demonstrated.  "And when I get a hard-on like you and Arnie had in the
shower this morning, it stays back all by itself.  Wanna see?" he asked.

I nodded.  I wasn't obeying anymore.  I really did want to see.  He
proceeded to rub his dick back and forth, and in about 30 seconds he
stopped and just posed with his much longer and thicker wiener pointing
straight out.  He was right.  His skin did stay back.  He turned toward me
and gave me a different view of it.  He stepped closer and without asking,
he touched my wiener like Arnie did, rubbing it between his thumb and
finger.  I got hard as wood in like 10 seconds.  That made Michael smile.
He kept rubbing me with one hand and himself with the other.  His breathing
became heavy like he just ran.  His eyes went back and forth between
looking at me and closing tightly.  His mouth was half open.

I may be only 10, but thanks to my unsupervised computer in my room, I was
very familiar with what was going to happen next.  I never saw it in real
life – only on movies on my computer.  I was very excited to see Michael
shoot sperm and I felt my wiener get harder than it ever had before.
Michael squeezed my wiener really hard and it hurt at first but only for a
few seconds.  It must have made him happy because a few seconds later he
let out a huge breath of air and bam!  Out shot gooey white sperm!  The
only problem was that he was pointing at me and he shot it all over my bare
chest!  It was thick and didn't drip too fast, but before he stopped
shooting, it had dripped down into my crotch and over my wiener and his
hand which was still touching it.  I started to freak out a bit so he tried
to scoop it up a bit and rubbed it on the back of the shed wall.  He had a
paper towel in his back pocket which he used to get what was left but some
still remained.  And it was drying quickly.  His wiener was still hanging
out and a long string of sperm was hanging from it.  He didn't seem to care
but I was trying to avoid it as it swung around.  Just then we heard Arnie
calling for his dad.  We both zipped up and Michael called back to him.
The only problem was that I was still hard and didn't have my shirt to hide
it!  Plus I still had sperm on my chest – especially in my belly button.

"Just walk to the house and go to the bathroom to clean up.  Push the
wheelbarrow to hide that," pointing to my crotch.  "I'll distract Arnie,"
he told me.

We both emerged from behind the shed and split into our separate ways.  I
avoided eye contact with Arnie as long as I could, but when I looked up I
could see he was looking directly at me wondering where I was going.

I faintly heard Michael say, "Zach was too shy to take a leak outside.
He's going inside to do it.  Did you find the bags?"

Once inside, I managed to avoid Arnie's mom as I found the powder room and
closed the door behind me.  I pulled down my shorts and underwear and
stepped out of them.  I noticed my underwear was wet where Michael's sperm
dripped onto my wiener and balls.  I got out of my clothes and wet a towel
to clean up the dried sperm from my chest, belly, and crotch.  Geez, he
spermed a lot!  My wiener had remained hard ever since Michael touched it.
This is the first time I had used this bathroom, but like the other one it
was full of mirrors!  I could actually see my butt in another mirror if I
stood just right at the one mirror.  I liked the way I looked with my
hard-on.  My butt was nice and full too – a bubble butt I learned later.
I re-wet the towel with hot water and held it on my hard-on.  My firmness
held the weight of the wet towel without even sagging.  I looked at myself
in the mirror and it looked like a coat hook!  The warm towel felt really
good.  I rubbed it on my balls, too.  When I took it off, the cooling
effect was nice too.

I started to wet it again with hot water when I about had the life scared
out of me as Arnie's mom whipped open the bathroom door and stepped in!
There I was completely naked except my sneakers with a huge hard-on.  Well,
as huge as a 10-year-old's hard-on can get.  After both of us let out a
gasp, we stood there staring at each other with wide eyes for like 5
seconds.  I should have covered up but I didn't.  She should have looked
away but she didn't.  Finally she turned away, apologized saying she
thought I was outside and she didn't mean to walk in and she would have
knocked if she knew, yadda yadda yadda.  She walked away and never even
closed the bathroom door.  I didn't say anything.  I had no idea what to
say.  Her voice drifted off into another room.  I didn't know if I should
cry or laugh.  I didn't do either.  I did learn one thing that cures a
chronic hard-on is getting caught with it by your friend's mom!  I decided
to abandon my underwear since it was so wet.  I hoped it wouldn't be
obvious that I wasn't wearing any.  It's not like I had a big wiener like
Arnie or his dad.  I just had to stay soft.  I snuck back to my room and
tossed my undies in my laundry pile and snuck back outside where Arnie and
Michael were putting away the rake and wheelbarrow.  Arnie looked at me
weird but there was no way he would ever guess that within the last 5
minutes, both his parents had seen me naked with a hard-on!


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