Date: Sat, 4 Jan 2014 10:56:21 -0700
From: Skylar Harris <squirrelmaster00@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brandon and me... (1)

This is a fictional story.  It includes sexual interactions with underage
persons.  It is pure fiction!  If these types of stories offend you,
please do not read further.

This story is an original story written by and copyright of the Author.


My name is Jeff.  I grew up in a small town of about 12,000 people.  I
have never considered myself gay, because I have always like boobs... a
lot.  I was home-schooled growing up, which is often conservative
families.  I was a part of a conservative family, but very open.  My
parents always talked about their lives before being married, they
trusted us to make many of our own decisions, etc.  I was always small
for my age.  At 12 I was about 5 feet, and was about 85 lbs.  I was a
swimmer and in good shape, but was very shy about my body.  Mostly
because I wasn't circumcised and I didn't know anyone else who wasn't...


It was spring time in Kansas, and I was a part of the local swim team.
 One of the things our coach told us to do, was weight training, along
with other cardio exercises, because it would help our endurance in the
water.  I took up part of this during my days at home.  I would go to the
local gym.  It was a really small gym.  Not a YMCA, or 24 hour fitness (I
had never heard of the latter).  Just an old, pretty run down, family
owned "gym."  They had 3 half basketball/racquet ball courts, a free
weights room, a cardio and weight machines, a pool, a steam room and a
hot-tub.  It had areas where the carpet was peeling back and leaks in the
basement...  like I said, pretty run-down.  At 12, I was allowed to ride
my bike there, it was just about 10 blocks from our house and we knew
most people in town.  I would go the gym, do some a little weight
training on the machines (my parents didn't want me to use the free
weights at my age) and then go swim for a bit.  I would get there, go put
my things in the locker room, go lift, then come back to the locker room
to change and swim, and then change again, before leaving.

It was during these visits that I learned some new things about myself.

I enjoyed seeing people naked...  I had seen pictures of naked girls... I
knew about porn, but had never seen it.  I knew that the penis goes into
the vagina, but that was all of my knowledge on sex really.  When I would
get to the Gym I would go into the locker room.  I didn't take any of my
clothes off, but always hoped to see someone else there naked.  It didn't
matter who, I just liked seeing people.  I know now there is a term for
people who like to watch others, but at the time... it was just something
new to me.  I would pick a lock that was across from the showers, so I
could look in there, if someone was in there.  I remember "accidentally"
leaving things in the locker room, so I could go back and grab something
for another look at someone.  I would stop and re-tie my shoes if someone
was in there I could see.  I would fake going to the bathroom, if someone
was taking their clothes off, so I could take a little more time in the
stall to see them naked.

I liked seeing any and everyone:  girls, or guys.  As I was
home-schooled, I was usually the only kid at the gym during the day.  So
the people in the locker room were usually all older guys.  They would
walk around the locker room naked.  Stand talking to each other not
thinking anything of it.  I didn't think about doing anything with
them... I just liked watching, but I always got really hard each time, so
I had to adjust, so my boners weren't noticeable when I was in there.  I
enjoyed seeing all of the different sizes and shapes of penises.  I liked
the long ones, and the short ones.  I liked the hairy ones.  I liked to
see old people's balls hanging low.  My favorite thing was seeing the
mushroom tips of all of them.  I wasn't circumcised, so it was different
from me.

I started learning peoples schedules at the gym, as I became a "regular."
 There was one guy, who I knew was a police officer in our little police
department.  He was younger, probably around 28.  He was in pretty good
shape.  He had a hairy chest.  He was probably around 5'10 and 170.  He
had a muscular build, but what I liked best was he always talked to me
after workouts.  He would be getting done showering and I would try to
time it, so I was in there when he was drying off.  Sometimes we would
sit in the hot tub and talk, but I liked that he would just talk to me...
even while he was naked.  He didn't think anything of it.

I was still shy about my body.  I didn't mind not having my shirt off,
but not being circumcised and always having an erection made me very
nervous around the locker room.  He would stand with a leg up on the
bench that I was sitting on to dry off.  His cock would hang just 4 feet
away from me.  His cock wasn't huge, but it was bigger than mine.  He was
circumcised like everyone else.  He had very hairy thighs and seemed to
have a tight bush of hair around his shaft and on his balls.  If I was
wearing a hat, I could pull it down low to my eyes, so I could just
openly stare at it without him noticing.  He would talk about his work,
or his girlfriend.

He started to notice that I didn't shower there, and how I would change
in one of the stalls.  He asked me about it one day as he was getting
ready to jump in the showers.
"Jeff," he said.  "Why don't you use the showers here?  You shouldn't be
embarrassed of your body.  You're in great shape!"  I blushed.  I didn't
really know what to say...
"I'm not embarrassed of my body..." I started, "Well not exactly... I
just...  I'm... My parents didn't circumcise me."  Brandon, laughed.
"That's silly.  There are lots of people that aren't circumcised."
 Brandon said.
"Your circumcised." I retorted.  I looked up at him and he was smiling.
"Well you don't need to be nervous around me.  There are hardly any
people here during this time of the day, you should just lock the door."
 It was a small Gym, so it wouldn't be a big deal.  There was a sign that
said closed for maintenance, so I put it in front of the door.
"Go ahead."  Brandon said smiling brightly.

I was still nervous, but I started to take my clothes off.  Brandon was
naked and I was still hard from looking at him.  He noticed I was still
nervous, so he just grabbed his towel and went into the shower area.  It
was an open shower, so I could still see him, but he was very intentional
about looking away.  I took the rest of my clothes off and grabbed a
towel.  I walked over to the shower with the towel hanging in front of my
little prick.
"Come on in, the waters fine."  Brandon said.
I hesitated, then decided, I would just go for it.  I hung up the towel
and started the shower next to him.  Brandon's smile didn't leave his
face.
"See?  It's not so bad."  I smiled back.  He and I talked while I washed
my body and hair.  We finished and walked to the common area in the
locker room.
"Well Jeff, you shouldn't be concerned about your not being circumcised.
 Lots of men around aren't circumcised."
Having him talking about my cock made me excited and I started to get
hard.  I didn't have anything to cover up with.
"Don't worry about that.  I get boners all the time.  There isn't a need
to get embarrassed."  Brandon said
"Well, your wiener is way bigger than mine!"  I said.
Brandon just shrugged, "I hope so.  I'm double your age!"
I laughed again.  It was nice to feel like I was normal and to not feel
like it was bad.

This started to be a tradition of our's.  Whenever we'd get done working
out, we would lock the door and shower together.  I started to get more
confident when we were in the locker room together.  I wasn't scared to
be naked around him.  We would just workout, come back to the locker
room, lock the door and talk and shower.

One morning after we had finished our work out and gone back to the
locker room, Brandon pulled out a magazine.  It was porn magazine.  I
hadn't really seen one extensively before, but I liked to see people
naked and started to get excited.  He and I sat down on the bench in the
middle of the locker room and he went through the pages slowly.  I was at
full attention, a respectable 4 and a half inches.  I noticed however,
that Brandon was was starting to get harder too.  I liked to watch his
penis getting bigger.  I wanted to touch it, but I didn't want him to
think I was weird.  It was straight porn, so I didn't think he would like
me doing that.  He was looking at the magazine and absentmindedly started
touching himself...  I was having a hard time looking at the magazine
now.  I just was enjoying watching his hands pumping on his thicker cock.
 Brandon was circumcised and I liked watching his hand come up to his tip
of his cock.  It would get really dark red, as he squeezed the blood into
the end.  Brandon noticed I had stopped looking at the magazine.
"Are you bored?  I just thought you might like the boobs..." he said.  I
nodded enthusiasticly.
"I do lke the boobs... I just haven't seen a penis as big as yours"  I
motioned to his, now, fully enlarged member.
He smiled.  His cock was about 7 inches fully erect.  He pulled it down
and let it bounce back up.
"Do you ever touch yourself?" he asked, still running his hand up and
down his pole.
"NO!  I mean, I'm not supposed to..." I responded.  I tried my best not
to stare, but I couldn't help it.
"Has anyone else ever touched your penis?" he asked.  I shook my head,
"No..."
"Do you want to touch mine?" he asked.
"Kind of, but that's not okay... right?" I responded.
"It is okay with me." Brandon said.  "I like girls... I just thought it
would help you be more comfortable with your own."
I didn't know how to respond.  He was sitting right beside me and both of
our cocks were hard.  I reached over and wrapped my fingers around his
cock.  It was hot in my hand.  He leaned back as I started to run my hand
up and down his shaft.  He started to groan.  I didn't really know what I
was doing, but I reached my other hand in between his legs cupping his
balls in my hand.  They were much hairier than mine.  I liked feeling his
pubic hair in between my fingers.  He was moaning louder now.  I liked
that I was making feel good.
"That feels great, Jeff."  Brandon said, in between sounds of pleasure.
I noticed that his penis was started to get wet on the end of it.  It was
white.  I ran my finger over the end of his cock.  He had his eyes closed
as he was leaning back.  I licked my finger.  It tasted kind of like
spit.  I watched Brandon's body start to tense.  His abs flexed and he
leaned forward.  His cock shot the white liquid out.  It got on my hands,
but mostly just on Brandon.
He opened his eyes and looked over at me.
"Jeff, that was great!  Do you want me to touch your's too?"
I nodded, but was still nervous.
"Just lie back and relax, like I did."  He said.  I leaned back.  He
wiped some of the white stuff off his stomach and used his hand.  It was
wet and felt amazing on my dick.  I did my best to relax.  He started
stroking my 4 1/2 inches.  I was watching him.  He reached his other hand
underneath my sack.  I was now the one moaning excitedly.  He put his
finger inside his mouth and pulled it out again.  It was covered in spit.
 He reached, again, between my legs, but this time, instead of just
fondling my balls, he pushed his finger back further.  I could feel it up
against my butthole.  I had never felt anything like it, but I felt
amazing.  I leaned further back and propped my legs up, as he pressed his
finger harder against my hole.  He was sitting beside me stroking my hard
prick and then I felt his finger push past my sphincter and into my hole.
 It felt so incredible.  His finger went all the way inside me and I lost
control.  My body tensed and I felt my hole tighten and his finger pushed
out of my body.  I shuddered and shook as my body was racked with the
largest orgasm I ever experienced.  He watched the whole time.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
I nodded.  I had never experienced anything like this, but I wanted to do
this again.
"Well, we better have a quick shower to clean up." he continued.
We went into the showers.  I couldn't help but keep playing back what had
just happened, over and over in my mind.