Date: Wed, 3 Aug 2016 17:58:30 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tim Smith <mint848848@yahoo.com>
Subject: Zach's Obsession with Wieners - Chapter 5

It was a little girl's screaming that jolted me from my daydream.  Of
course I was thinking about all that has happened with Arnie and his Dad.
It was fun, but I guess it was kinda weird.  I'm smart enough to know not
to tell anyone – not for fear of getting anyone in trouble, but because
people would think we're gay and I don't think I am.  Well, maybe I am... I
just never thought about it before.  I wonder if Michael thinks I'm gay.  I
wonder if Arnie is.  Maybe he'll be my for real boyfriend.  I hope Michael
wouldn't mind.  I wanted him to like me.

I looked up over the water and saw what broke me out of my daydream – a
family on an anchored boat with two children swimming alongside it.  They
looked like brother and sister.  The boy kept splashing her, to which she
reacted with a scream toward the adults in the boat.  Arnie and I rode our
bikes to the lake after lunch.  After we laid our towels down on the
water's edge, we just lay out in the sun.  After seeing the kids in the
boat weren't drowning, my thoughts returned to showering with Arnie and his
dad.  Thinking about it made me laugh a little.  It seems weird thinking
back – showering with my new friend and his dad just a day after really
getting to know them.  But to them, it seemed like no big deal.  Funny how
families act so differently around each other.  I can't imagine my dad
would ever want to shower naked with me.  I don't even recall him giving me
a bath when I was little.  It was always mom.

I looked over at Arnie tanning next to me.  His eyes were closed, but he
wasn't sleeping.  I studied his sleeping pattern when I was in bed with
him.  I looked down at my legs and noticed the effect of my thoughts.  My
hard-on was poking the fabric of my shorts.  I didn't wear underwear that
day – just a habit when I go swimming.  Unfortunately, I didn't have my
swimsuit at the Holt's house when Arnie told me we were coming to the lake.
I didn't think about the consequences.  The soft fabric of my short
polyester gym shorts hid nothing.  I glanced down at Arnie's shorts and saw
his teenage bulge but no signs of a hard-on.  I wanted to touch it but
since we were in public, and since he was awake, I didn't dare.  Not that
he would have minded, since I had touched him before.  I sat up and
supported myself with my arms behind me.  Damn, it was really hot and very
humid that day.  I stood up and walked to the water's edge to get a feel of
its temperature.  It was surprisingly warm for so early in the season.  I
went in as far as my knees to cool off when I saw Arnie sit up from the
corner of my eye.  I immediately looked down and saw my hard-on was still
poking out my shorts.  For whatever reason, I didn't want to be caught,
like doing so would reveal the thoughts I had about Arnie and his dad.
Like he would have cared anyway.

"How is it? Arnie asked.

"Good," I simply answered as I walked backwards out of the water toward my
towel.

"You need lotion.  I can see red on your back," he pointed out.  Like I
said, it was early in the season and at that time of year it didn't take
much to burn skin.  I turned my butt toward Arnie, walked backwards to the
edge of his towel and asked him if he'd start with my back since I couldn't
reach it.  I heard a bag unzip and the farting sound a tube of lotion makes
when you first squeeze it.  It made me laugh.  Arnie too.  I inhaled at the
first touch of the cold lotion, but I soon became accustomed to it as Arnie
spread it over my back.

"Oh crap – there's way too much – you look like a birthday cake!"
Arnie told me.  "Lemmie use some on your arms and legs."

It felt good to have him rub me like this.  He was aggressive in his
rubbing and my small frame responded by shaking with every stroke.
Unfortunately, this also meant my wiener was rubbing the inside of my
shorts, which only made it harder!

"I might as well finish you.  I'm not used to someone as small as you.  You
don't use a lot of lotion.  Turn around," Arnie instructed as he held my
hips and turned them to force me around.

As I turned around I saw Arnie was on his knees, which put my tented shorts
right below his face.

"Oh my!  What do we have here?  I guess you like to be rubbed with lotion!"
he said with a big smile.

Arnie gave me an excuse to have a hard-on as a result of his rubbing the
lotion on me.  So there's no way he'd know I had that day dream.  Now I
didn't mind having Arnie see me like that.  Just like yesterday, I felt
more like a man when I have a hard-on.  I was showing off – although if
it had been anyone else, I would have jumped in the water to hide it!
Arnie kept staring at my hard-on instead of rubbing the rest of the lotion
on me.  He was smiling.  Then he stuck his finger in the waistband and
pulled it away from my belly!  He and I both looked down and saw my
erection in the shadows of my shorts.  Again, I felt proud that he wanted
to see it.  It wasn't big by any means – 3 inches long, but kinda thick,
like your dad's thumb.  Well my dad was a big guy so maybe his thumb was
bigger than your dad's.  I don't know – it just seemed chubby.

"Whoa – Zach is going commando!" Arnie said with an extended "oh" at the
end.  He saw my confusion at the term.  "It means you're not wearing
underwear, dude!"

"I took them off," stating the obvious.

"No shit, Sherlock.  That's kinda sexy, you little stud.  Good thing we
didn't go to the beach or everyone would be checking you out!" Arnie
pointed out, the whole time never letting my waistband go.

The moment was shattered when the sound of a Waverunner or Jetski (I never
know the difference) started heading our way.  Arnie looked over and said
he thought that was Keith.  I had no clue who he was talking about.  Turns
out Arnie texted him that he would be at the lake, and Keith said he may
see him.  Keith and Arnie play basketball in the park.  Arnie didn't know
he'd be on a Jetski though.  Keith was 16 and was allowed to drive one
alone.  I was bummed that we were disturbed.  I was hoping to see Arnie's
wiener too.  I stood back as Arnie talked to Keith at the water's edge.  I
didn't want to be caught with my hard-on, so I finished applying the rest
of the sun block lotion to my chest and front of my legs.  I held Arnie's
backpack in front of my shorts when I was done.

"Wanna go for a ride?" Arnie asked me.

"No thanks," I answered honestly.  The thing scared me a bit.  It was huge.
Keith's family must be rich.

"Ah come on – if you don't go, then I can't.  I can't leave you alone.
Come on, it's a three seater.  Keith has vests in the storage compartment,"
Arnie explained.

I couldn't let my idol down, although my fear of the ride let my wiener
down.  Thank goodness I lost my hard-on as we prepared to go.  Arnie
quickly applied sun block to himself, which was a job I had hoped to do.
He was pretty sloppy about it and will probably have red marks later where
he missed.  I was given the smallest vest but it was still too big on me.
The boys decided to seat me between them so I wouldn't fly off the back.
Off we went and my fear soon left me, replaced by the fun of flying across
the water at 40 miles per hour!  We were soaked within the first 50 feet.
I held onto Keith's body with all my strength.  He was nicely built.  His
vest rode high so I was able to hold him around his waist.  I felt the
little hairs that went from his belly button into his shorts.  I rubbed his
belly there with my fingers.  Once in a while I slipped the tip of my
fingers into his waistband a little bit.  I don't think he noticed this
since we were flying all over the waves, but I was having my own type of
fun!  Arnie held onto me with one arm across my chest.  His other hand was
on the side of my shorts most of the time.  Sometimes it would ride down my
leg and touch my skin.  It felt really nice to be hugged by him from
behind.  He was really strong, and I never felt so safe.  My Arnie made
sure of it.

After Keith showed off the speed of the unit, he went to a calmer area of
the lake and started showing us a few tricks.  Spins, turns, jumps – it
was impossible to stay put on the seat!  One trick didn't go so good and we
were thrown off balance by our own wave!  Wham – off we went into the
water.  Keith's lanyard shut off the unit, and we had to swim back to it.
My large vest made it difficult to swim, but I managed.  Keith showed us
how to climb back on using the step on the rear deck.  I was having trouble
since I wasn't as strong as these guys, plus my vest kept poking me in the
face!  Keith grabbed my hand from above and Arnie shoved my ass with his
hand and up I went.  But I can't say the same for my shorts.  Since they
were just old gym shorts and not meant for the water, they slid down my ass
and practically came off my front too!  I immediately looked down and
grabbed them just in time.  I adjusted them as the boys whistled at me.
Since my shorts were completely soaked, it was quite obvious that I had
nothing on underneath.  Like my shorts were painted on, my wiener and balls
were outlined to the point that you could see where my head was.

This may be a good time to tell you about my wiener and balls.  I never
took notice before but certainly have since that day; I don't shrink a lot
in water like most guys.  I've skinny dipped plenty of times since then and
noticed how some boys shrink to nothing.  Not me.  Not my wiener, not my
balls.  I've seen a few others like me, but not many.  One other thing that
I realized was I am considered a "shower."  Not shower – like with soap
and stuff.  "Show-er."  Meaning that the length of my wiener is big when
I'm soft and it just gets stiff and thicker when I get a hard-on.  Most
people are "growers" – meaning they grow longer when they get hard.  I
probably didn't have to explain all that to you, but it was news to me when
I was later told by Arnie.  I hadn't ever seen anybody else's dick hard and
never knew mine was any different from other guys.

So then, you can imagine how my bulge must have looked to these boys.
Well, to Keith since I was facing him.  He was looking too.  After I
noticed my bulge, I looked at him to see if he took notice too and he was
staring right at it!  He was facing me since he helped me climb on board.
Arnie was being a jerk and rocking the boat from down in the water trying
to knock us off.  Keith held onto the handlebars, but I ended up flying
back into the water!  So just like before, I was helped up and my shorts
came down – only this time, Arnie yanked on them and all the way down
they went – lubricated by the water and the fact they were made of
slippery polyester.  If I would have grabbed for them, I would have fallen
off the rocking boat.  Instead, I held onto Keith's vest to steady myself.
Again, both boys were whistling at my exposure.  I sat down on the seat and
struggled to get my shorts back up since they were kinda twisted down my
legs.

"Holy crap kid – you're hung more than my boy Arnie over there!" Keith
said.

"He's big, but not THAT big!" Arnie corrected Keith.

"Oh really?  Care to prove that?  Seems to me this 9 year old is packing
some impressive meat."

"I'm ten." I corrected him.

"Same difference.  Bottom line is, unless Arnie proves me wrong, I may have
to tell the guys on the basketball court about his vagina," Keith
challenged.

I always chuckle at that word.  And picturing Arnie with one was even
funnier.  I've seen my mom's but only as often as I've seen my dad's
wiener.  Not often.  I also saw my little cousin taking a bath when we
visited her house last year.

"I'll prove it, but you gotta do the same." Arnie challenged back.

"Oh – a measuring contest?  Never did one under water before.  Doesn't
matter – I always win," Keith boasted as he jumped in the water and
paddled next to Arnie.

I was left on the seat of the PWC and very interested in seeing the
competition from my perched vantage point.  Without the boys to interrupt,
I finally was able to pull my shorts up.  Both boys were untying their
bathing suits and rubbing the fronts of them, but nobody was pulling their
dick out.  I was rooting for Arnie to win but was also excited to see
Keith's wiener.

"Tell me when you're ready," Keith told Arnie.

"Whenever you are," Arnie answered.

"Okay – one, two three!"  Both boys counted together and then proceeded
to pull out the front of their suits and fish out their hard cocks.

I was a bit disappointed that the water blurred the show for me, but I was
excited nonetheless!  Both boys looked down at each other, and each
announced himself the winner.  It was close but I think Keith was bigger.
He was two years older, so I guess he should have won.  Since they both had
on vests, their hands were free to play with themselves in an attempt to
get as hard as possible.

"Zach needs to judge," Keith announced.  "On three, we lay back and pop our
dicks above water so he can see them."

Arnie agreed to the rules so both boys got into a side-by-side position and
counted down.  What's funny is every time I go dolphin or whale watching
now, I am reminded of this day.  A beautiful slippery creature coming up to
the surface of the water for a glimpse of the sky!  There they were –
two beautiful teenage wieners and balls on display for me to judge.  They
both hooked their legs on the back deck of the PWC so they wouldn't sink
back down.  How could one be better than the other?  I know they were
comparing size, but as a naive young gay boy, I was taken aback at the
sheer beauty of them both.  And I really couldn't tell them who was better.
They both kept trying to sell me on their wiener – pointing out how long
his was, how big his balls were, and all the time manipulating their stuff
to prove their points.  It was probably only 30 seconds of display time,
but I'll never forget the experience.  I decided not to take sides, so I
said it was a tie.  They argued with me and continued to play with
themselves under water, but I didn't budge.

"If I say he wins, you'll dump me out here and I'll have to swim back!" I
said to Keith.  "If I say he wins, you won't let me stay at your house!" I
said to Arnie.

Arnie suggested a tie breaker.

"How 'bout this?  Whoever cums first wins," he said to Keith and me, like I
had a vote.

"Even better – whoever cums second wins." Keith suggested.

"How is that even better?  We'll be out here until dark.  It's easy NOT to
cum," Arnie argued.

"Not if the other guy is doing it for you," Keith answered with a raised
eyebrow.

Did I hear Keith right?  He's suggesting that they touch each other's
wiener?  I moved lower to the back deck of the PWC to get a better look.
They didn't exchange any more words, but they did exchange cocks as they
each grabbed the other's and started stroking each other.  I could see, but
the water didn't make it too clear.  I wish they were doing it out of the
water.  I pictured them doing it behind Arnie's shed pointing their cocks
at me like Arnie's dad did.  I was hard again.  I didn't care if they saw
it.  My wet shorts stuck to it and it was even more obvious than when Arnie
saw it on the shore.

The boys weren't saying much except how much harder it is to jerk off under
water.  They kept smiling and sometimes scrunching their face like they
were trying to hold back from sperming.  They both held each other from
behind too, but when Keith moved his hand from Arnie's back to his ass, I
guess Arnie liked that.  I couldn't see what Keith was doing or even if
Arnie's ass was naked, but Arnie's breathing got heavy – just like his
dad did.  Arnie tried to fight back and grabbed Keith's ass too, but I
think he was too far gone.  Seconds later, white stuff started floating in
the water in front of both boys.  I don't mean floating like on top of the
water – it was in the water and looked like a squid or something.  If it
wasn't for Arnie's big exhale, I wouldn't have known whose sperm it was!
Moments later, Keith kept repeating "Oh yeah!  Oh yeah!" and more white
junk floated in the water in front of them.  Both boys stopped touching
themselves and just laid their heads back allowing their vests to keep them
afloat.

Kevin announced "I win," but Arnie didn't say anything back.  All three of
us just sat in silence taking in what just happened.  I didn't know about
the euphoric state you get after sperming.  I never spermed before.  I
never even had what I learned later was a "dry cum."  I was wondering why
they just sat there and didn't come back up on the watercraft.  But it was
okay.  They didn't pull up their bathing suits and I got to see their
wieners without their hands blocking my view.

After a few minutes Keith announced, "I better get going.  My dad's
probably wondering where I got to."

Keith climbed aboard but had to get in front of me.  Instead of climbing
around me, he just tossed me off board.  Jerk!  I climbed back up.  My ass
came out again, but my hard-on held up my front without even having to use
my hand.  That actually backfired because I had planned to just let them
fall so Keith could see my hard wiener.  I wanted to be one of the boys and
play their big boy games.  Keith did notice my hard-on and made a "Damn,
Zach – look at you!" comment, but that was it.  Another thing I hadn't
learned yet was how a boy gets out of the mood right after sperming.  He
didn't seem as interested in me as he was with Arnie.  I just thought he
didn't like my wiener because it was so much smaller than his.

Keith dropped us off at our towels and then sped off.  No "See ya" or
anything.  Again, I had no idea about the regret that sometimes sets in
when you do something taboo like that.  When I figured that out (Arnie
explained it to me months later), I was happy to also learn that a teen
boy's sex drive recharges and replaces regret pretty soon afterwards!

Arnie didn't speak much right away either.  All he said was that if I ever
tell anyone about what just happened, he'd kill me.  I got scared the way
he said it, and I assured him I would never tell anyone and that he could
trust me with secrets and that I thought it was fun.

"Yea, I guess you did," Arnie answered nodding at my shorts.

I looked down and there was that hard-on again.  We both just stared at my
tent.  Then, as if the events of the last few hours never happened, Arnie
put us right back to where we were before Keith drove up.  He hooked his
finger in my waistband and pulled the front of my shorts out, and again we
both shared a view of my wiener.  It was a little whiter than earlier since
the cool water took out some color, but it was just as hard as before.

"You sure are a little horn dog.  You take after me, I guess.  Except I
wasn't this horny when I was ten," he said.

"Maybe you would have been if you lived next to a hot stud like I do."

I couldn't believe I said it, the moment the words came out of my mouth.
Arnie just laughed and let go of my waistband, which snapped against my
belly, stinging me in the process.

We lay on our towels another hour or so, took one final dip in the water to
cool off and then rode our bikes home.  The cool air from the ride felt
good and dried us off.  When we got back home, Julie told Arnie he was late
and that dinner had been ready for a while.  I avoided looking Julie in the
eye.  It was no big deal that we were late because it was cold chicken and
pasta salad.  My mom makes meals like that when it's hot out, too.  We ate
shirtless and in our bathing suits.  Well, I still had my gym shorts on.
Luckily, my hard-on was under control.  We watched TV until the sun set.

"Zach, honey.  You better go over to your place for clean clothes before it
gets dark.  I washed everything that I found in your room, but I didn't see
pajamas or a bathing suit," Julie said as she walked in the TV room.

I turned white when she announced she had washed everything in my room.  My
undies with Michael's sperm in them were there!  Geez – what if she
noticed the sperm?  No wait – maybe she thought it was mine.  Can you
tell whose sperm it is?  Does she know what Michael's sperm looks like?  I
was freaking out a bit and finally looked her in the face.  She had a
pleasant smile.  I expected to see a scowl like the librarian at school
when you talk too loud.  But instead, she just spun around and suggested
"Hurry up, dear."

I grabbed my house key from my room and confirmed my undies were gone.  I
walked over to my house and fished around my drawers and closet for stuff
to take back over.  All my clothing was boring so it wasn't that big a
deal.  I had gathered everything in like 3 minutes.  But then I realized I
had never been in my house alone without the chance that my parents would
walk in any minute.  I got a rush of excitement.  I whipped down my shorts
and took off my sneakers and just ran around my house completely naked!  I
went in every room.  Even felt the heat of the attic and coolness of the
basement!  It was awesome being naked!  I went in my parents' room, in
their bathroom, in my dad's office, in the kitchen...I was really enjoying
my first taste of complete freedom!

My hard-on returned.  I played with it as I walked from room to room.  Our
house was not that big so I repeated rooms multiple times.  It didn't
matter – I was naked!  I went right to the windows of some rooms and put
my body on display for anyone who looked.  Well, I made sure those windows
didn't face the street so I guess I wasn't that bold, but it was still
exciting!  I went back up to my room.  My bedroom window did pose the
likelihood of one of the Holts seeing me naked.  They'd think I was nuts.
I inched forward to my window – a place I spent so much time hoping I'd
see my idol Arnie in some stage of nudity.  Heck – all those hours of
nothing were paid back the last few days!  I took my normal perch and
stared down in Arnie's window.  His light was on.  His curtains and shade
were open.  That seemed odd.  Even though I've not only seen, but also
touched Arnie, I still hoped I'd catch a glimpse of him from this vantage
point.  I was being naughty and my hard-on was never firmer.  I touched
myself as I waited for Arnie to appear.

I became excited when I saw a shadow on the floor verifying he was in his
room.  Moments later, the big pillow he has was thrown on the floor.  Soon
after that, the shadow grew bigger.  One light was turned off still leaving
a soft glow on the floor.  My guess is he had on his desk lamp.  Arnie
appeared.  He was only wearing white underwear.  He sat down on the pillow,
shucked off his undies and positioned himself to be on display for me!  He
knew I'd be spying!  His dick was soft, but he started touching it and it
grew hard after a minute.  He was going to sperm while I spied on him!
Holy crap!  I quickly ran downstairs to see if I could get a closer look,
but damn – the bushes were in the way!  I ran back upstairs again and he
was still stroking away.  I had to get closer!  What the heck should I do?
Then it hit me.  I ran back downstairs to where my clothing was.  I found
my cell phone and dialed Arnie's number – not to call him, but to text
him.  I quickly typed out "wait - i want to help" and hit send.



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