Date: Thu, 11 Mar 2004 13:16:54 -0800 (PST)
From: ovdoc@yahoo.com
Subject: Harold's Little Problem

     The "School's Out Pool Party" at my home was intended to be a teen
party for some friends from school I had invited. I was a sixteen year old
jock popular as a track and baseball player. My parents had agreed to keep
an eye on us since we were mostly fourteen to sixteen year olds just
starting out in high school. Some of us were jocks well into puberty,
dating, and sex. Well, not that much into sex. Some of us had actually had
sex; others claimed they had. No self-respecting jock in our school would
admit he had not "done it" with a girl. No jock had reason to. There were
girls looking for jocks willing to "get it on". Most of the guys at the
pool party had brought a girl with him. Most planned to do some heavy
petting at the first opportunity. Thus, the threat from my parents that
they "were watching".
     One friend, Jim, arrived at the party very unhappy. He had one person
too many with him. Jim was a fourteen year old junior varsity jock with a
killer body. With him was a cute girl who was all over him. It was clear
she wanted him. Also with him was his twelve year old brother,
Harold. Harold was a doll.  He was there because their mom had decided Jim
had to take his little brother along. Jim knew the others wouldn't be happy
about having a "little boy" watching them. Little kids talk to
much. They're a pain.
      Harold knew he was in trouble. He really hadn't wanted to go even
though he worshipped Jim. He had no choice. Mom had insisted. Angry stares
from other teens greeted him as he entered the pool area. He stuck by Jim
like glue. He had no school friends there to hang with, and didn't know
these older guys that went to a different school. Unlike his older brother,
Jim, who looked older than fourteen, and had brown hair and brown eyes,
Harold looked more like ten. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and you wanted
to hold and hug him. He was innocent and gorgeous. .. and he had invaded my
domain without an invite. There were serious problems for those that did
that.
     As long as Jim was with Harold, I knew he would take up for
him. Harold knew that too. A few girls teased him about being cute, which
caused him to blush. A few guys splashed him and warned him to keep quiet
if he saw them making out. Making out at that age meant feeling a girl's
boobs while she gently rubbed your balls and maybe your dick.
     Parents hate watching teens who hate being watched. As time goes on at
a party, the parents get lax. My parents eventually retreated to the house
where they could chat, sit at the bar, and watch us through the sliding
glass doors to the patio. They did not have a clear view of the pool, as
the sun reflected off the water often causing them to look away or close
the drapes. So what if the teens do a little kissing and hugging?-right?
     Wrong. It was the opportunity I had been waiting for. I suggested Jim
take his girl to the back corner of the yard where they could "talk
privately". Harold would play tag with me in the pool until they
returned. Harold looked at me a little puzzled, but knew Jim wanted to get
away with his girl. This was not a good time to argue with Jim.
     As soon as Jim was out of sight, I told Harold to run for it. We were
going to play tag. My girl friend Sandra helped me corner Harold
quickly. While I held him tightly against me, She grabbed his swim suit and
slid it off. Harold was in waist deep water.  When he thrashed about trying
to get away from me, I moved into shallow water exposing him. I threatened
to carry him out of the pool if he didn't stop jumping. He was
mortified. If he fought, I would carry him out of the water. If he didn't,
he was still naked, but might be allowed to at least cover it in the
water. He could have yelled, but I think he was afraid the other teens
would come after him too.
     He hung limply in my arms for a few minutes. Sandra had already got a
pretty good look at his small hairless dick and tiny ball sac. He tried
desparately not to show it, but I knew there were tears in his eyes. Sandra
wasn't impressed. She not only had seen him exposed; she handed me his swim
suit. I held Harold's arms pinned behind his back. Sandra reached
underwater to get a feel.
       "Oh God", Harold muttered. He pushed back against me.
       "Hold still!" I warned. "You don't want me to carry you into shallow
water - do you?"
      A few other teens nearby also knew something was going on. A couple
of girls watched curiously to see if Harold had been de-panted. They were
close enough to see me holding a swim suit, but not close enough to get a
look.
      At first, Harold panicked. He pressed back against me as Sandra
cupped his tiny ball sac in her hand, and played around with his little
love handle. He didn't yell, but he tried frantically to get loose. His
cute little butt pushed back into my dick and my balls causing me to hold
him even tighter.
     "Come on guys! This ain't funny. Please just let me go now." he
whined.
     "Little boy not having fun now?" I teased him.
     "Not in front of the girls. Please!", he pleaded.
     "Little boy got a problem? Just a little problem? Harold's little
problem? I teased again. "Better not fight me. I'll carry you around the
pool naked. Want everyone to see?"
     "Please go back into the deep water. I won't tell. Give me my trunks
back and I'll do whatever you want. Just don't make me do it in front of
the others....please!"
     "And what is it you'll do for me?" I was definitely interested.
     "Just please don't hold me up. They'll laugh at how small mine is."
     Sandra had seen what she wanted to see, and after getting a good feel
of his privates, she paused to give him a peck on the cheek.
     "It still has some growing to do.", she teased. ...."maybe next year.
      A red faced Harold stared in disbelief as several other girls nearby
laughed, and with Sandra, they retreated to quiz Sandra about the boys she
had "educated".
      She knew I would probably tease Harold a little, then let him have
his suit back. She was right. I had accepted his swim suit from her, and
was slowly working him back into deeper water when he did something I
didn't expect.
     Holding Harold around the waist had meant pulling him close to me. His
butt managed to nestle tightly against my speedos. Of course my dick
responded instantly. My stiff shaft rolled with him whenever he tried to
move away. He managed to get one hand loose and wedge it between my dick
and his butt. He could easily have broken free at this point. He
didn't. His hand took it's time feeling my dick and my balls.
     Needless to say, it didn't take but a few seconds to realize Harold
was not the only one with a problem. My limp love handle wasn't limp any
more. Although it's not huge, it is thick. Whenever I get a hardon in the
speedos, everybody knows it. It would not be a good time for me to get out
of the water - not with Harold in tow.
     I let him slide down across the stiff now pushing outward into the
crack between his cute little buns until he was standing on the
bottom. Harold smiled up at me with that devilish grin boys get when they
know they have shocked you. He knew now I was horny, and he had caused
it. My grip on him had slid to his stiff little three inch pricklet. I also
handed him his swim suit. The game was over.
     "You don't owe me, but don't ever tell a guy you'll do him. As cute as
you are, you'll get raped. Some jocks would take that as an offer to blow
them - or something....and you don't grab a jock's dick ever, unless you
want it shoved up your butt."
     "You really think I'm cute?". He almost whispered it.
     "I really think you're dead if you say anything to your brother about
this." I warned.
     Suddenly my image was at stake. I had secretly known I have gay
feelings for several years now. Hell, I had even had the usual sex play
with friends, male and female, since I was about twelve - Harold's
age. Then, I had gone "macho" to prove I wasn't gay. I had even made it a
point to humiliate more than a few "sissy boys". I wasn't alone.
     Known gays and feminine boys at our school were sometimes brutally
used as "suck boys" by jocks claiming to be horny. Usually it was done
privately, but often in the locker room area where others knew what was
happening. Seeing some poor kid walk out of a dressing stall quickly with
his clothes in his hands red-faced and upset was a pretty good sign that he
had just made some jock pretty happy - especially when the jock in question
comes out behind him silently announcing how good the boy was by a pat on
the butt or maybe by rubbing his crotch.
     "I bet you're gonna make out with Sandra now." Harold teased after
getting his swim suit on.
     "You wanta get depantsed again." I quipped, lunging for him playfully.
     The two of us were quickly joined by others goofing off, including
Sandra. Despite the way we had just treated Harold, he was quickly accepted
as one of us. I was beginning to like this kid that had crashed my party. I
loved the way he teased me to get me to chase him - then easily gave up
when I caught him. He would throw his arms around my neck and hold on to
keep me from dunking him. We would wind up calling it a draw, but not until
he secretly managed to give me a peck on the cheek or maybe rub his stiff
little pricklett against mine - or both.
     Until Harold whispered in my ear that Sandra was gone, I hadn't
noticed. We had been so busy goofing off with each other and a few of the
other teens that all I had noticed was how much I liked holding Harold and
getting a quick feel whenever I could without being too obvious. I wondered
if he was onto me, but I think I knew he was. How could he not know I was
intentionally running my fingers down his stomach until I felt his crotch?
Instead of warning me, or backing off, he would play the same game. We were
courting in front of the others, and loving it. I don't think either of us
realized that our game was turning us on.
     All too soon, Jim showed up to take Harold home. He had been making
out with his girl, and was a little surprised to find me and Harold had
become friends. Sandra had left with another boy. Jim needed to take his
girl home, so I convinced him that i could walk Harold the few blocks from
my house if he wanted to stay longer. Harold quickly agreed. Jim was happy
to get the additional time with his girl.
    Soon, it was just the two of us. Everyone else had left. Harold and I
had also progressed to sliding our hands inside each others speedos to get
a feel and to play with each other.
     "Harold's mom just called. He needs to go home to supper." Mom called
out.
     Deciding now was the time to make my move, I grabbed a towel next to
the pool and wrapped it around me as I got out. Harold did the same. We
then went to the shower next to the pool. Once inside, I sat Harold on a
bench and removed my towel. He was looking straight into my stiff dick. He
didn't ask. He knew what I wanted from him. Leaning forward, he slowly slid
my speedos down. The head of my dick disappeared inside his lips. I could
feel his tongue licking the chlorine treated water off my dickhead and
tasting me. He wasn't new at this. Within minutes, Harold was all the way
down licking and sucking. His head bobbed up and down, pausing only to play
with his new found toy.
     Like any foolish young jock, I couldn't hold back for long. Holding
Harold's head mostly for balance, I plunged in and out rapidly until my
balls jumped wildly. He gagged a little, but didn't try to stop me. My dick
throbbed and spewed it's load in his mouth and throat. Harold not only
swallowed each shot, but kept sucking until I was done. He looked up at me
with a smile.
      "Man! You really wanted that, didn't you?" I teased.
     "You like?" Harold answered.
     After returning the favor, I warned him that guys who crash my parties
have to be expect to be punished.
     "So when's the next party?" he smirked.
     There were lots of parties for us during that summer. Sometimes, we
invited others. Most of the time though, it was me and Harold. His brother
Jim had taught him how to suck dick. I taught him how to sit on them, and
lots of other things. Harold's little problem became my little toy.

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