Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2007 09:01:38 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: Hey, Bobby, Five Dollars to See Your Stuff

==Young friends, not Huck and Tom.  These are young friends into a bit of
sexual experimentation.  Therefore this story is for people older than 18
and people who like spicy stuff.  Others be gone!


Chucky is my unlikely friend.  I mean, he is only five feet one and looks
like a baby, not like a thirteen years old.  Of course it's not his fault
and in time he will be get his puberty and be taller.  As for me, I am over
5' 9" and skinny, but I have hair in the right places.  In short, I am
pretty manly.  So far I have not gotten too far with the girls in eighth
grade, but I know it will happen, mainly because they favor tall guys.

One girl said to me, "Why do you hang out with that baby Chucky?"

Well, I don't throw away friends, even though they are dwarfs and speak in
a high voice.  Besides...and I have to whisper this....Chucky really loves
me.  We know each other since kindergarten.  He not only loves me, but he
admires me.  I am his hero.  Do you think I should kick him to the curb?
No.

Now lately Chucky has been getting a little rambunctious.  He saw me, after
gym, in the showers.  He looked carefully at my junk and noticed for the
first time that I was getting pretty mature.  You know, public hair,
hanging balls and six inches soft.  He has never stopped talking about it
since that day two weeks ago.  "Hey Bobby, let me see you penis."

I told him to cut it out; that it's embarrassing and very pervy, but he
persists.  Secretly I am a little flattered, but I don't let on, but as far
as dropping trous and baring all....never.  Yeah, never, until.....until
Chucky and I were down in my basement.  He started again, whining, "Bobby,
please slide your pants down.  Let me see it."

Although I was getting a little stiffy from his admiration, I refused.
Then he pulled his big move.  "Bobby, I'll give you five bucks if you lower
your pants.  Now that was something to make me pause.  You see I got a
broken bike; one tire's shot and the wheel in bent.  All this from leaving
it where I shouldn't and my Dad ran over it.  He expects me to learn a
lesson and pay for the repair myself.  S-o-o-o that five dollars he is
offering could come in handy as I have been trying to get $25.00 together.

"Where did you get five dollars?" I asked to delay having to bare all.

"It's birthday money," he said.

"What!  You're birthday was three money ago.  You are some tight bastard."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Show it to me."

I sighed and put up a show of reluctance, but I sure wanted that money.  I
was wearing pull on shorts and no underwear, because I never do on gym days
when we have practically no time at all to get showered and dressed in time
for the next period which inevitably is on the other side of the school and
three floor up.

I looked down at my long legs, already pretty hairy, "Nice," I thought.
Then the shorts passed my upper legs, still pretty unhairy except on my
inside thighs.  The waistband passed over my pubes.  They sure were unruly,
growing dark and wild from hip to hip.  Chucky's eyes opened wide and he
leaned forward just at the moment my dick came into view.

He gasped.  "It's really beautiful.  And it smells nice."

"Shit Chucky, don't smell it.  You're getting me feeling really strange
with your drooling."

I was chagrinned to feel my prick beginning to thicken and rise slightly
from its position nestled into the upper hollow of my ball sac.

"Can I touch it?"

"Absolutely not."  I began to reach down to pull my shorts back up.

"Wait, I'll give you another five dollars if you let me touch it."

"Another five dollars?  That was some lucrative birthday.  I'm tempted, but
it makes me feel like a whore, you know, getting paid for sex."

"It's not really sex.  And, I promise you I will respect you in the
morning."

We both laughed, Chucky with his high girly voice, but I stopped laughing
as he took another five dollar bill out of his shoe.  It was sweaty, but
legal tender.  And I closed my eyes and leaned back on the musty couch.

I jumped slightly as his warm index finger touched the spot on my dick
where the foreskin ended and the pink/red, moist head was.  Almost
immediately the foreskin rolled back like a window shade and the head was
completely exposed.

"There's a little drop of something on the tip.  Can I wipe it away?"

"Don't ask questions so much.  There isn't Come Over Red Rover, yeah wipe
it away."

When he did it, he moved with a strong swipe across the head and the piss
slit.  I let out a low long "oooh."

He smiled in satisfaction.  "I'm making you feel good, ain't I?"

"Aren't," I corrected crazily.

He put his hand into a loose fist and picked up the whole thing and just
held it like a screw drive handle.  I felt my eyes closing.  Shit it felt
wonderful.

Now Chucky had been my friend for a couple of hundred years.  He knows
every gesture and emotion I have.  He immediately saw that I was slowing
going into a sex trance and he decided to move quickly into control.  He
began moving his hand very gently.  He went all the way down to the bottom,
near my public hair, then back up to the tip.  I was breathing hard and he
heard it and he smiled with joy, almost laughing out loud.

"I think I've got it.  The rhythm I mean.  I think I can get you to make
sperm."

I just grunted, and he began tighter and faster.  Pretty soon my body
tensed up and my knees lifted up and I began grunting and gasping.  "Shit,
I'm going to shoot," I croaked out.

He said "Good", and he shagged me faster until I shouted out some gibberish
and shot a long stream on my bare belly.  At that moment, taking advantage
of my out of body, or into body experience, he leaned down and kissed me
hard on my lips.  I automatically kissed him back.  Naturally I had never
locked lips with him before, but I have to admit it made me cum harder.

Just as I was coming down from my cum high, I realized that Chucky was
jerking his gherkin really and in a moment he began twitching and moaning
and finally almost jack knifted as his immature dry cum over took him.

Now this whole episode was really embarrassing, but Chucky knew just how to
make me feel okay.  "Good game, better than the X-Box he crowed."  We both
laughed, but deep down I knew that we have released a genii.

In the coming weeks, I often hinted to Chucky that I was hot and needed
relief and he didn't have to pay money.  I had fallen in love with his hand
that became more talented as time went by.  What I mean is that he found
that I went nuts when he flicked around on my ass.  He confessed that he
liked my butt best of everything and talked about the shape so much I had
to tell him to shut up.  Now with him pleasuring me regularly and his
getting off himself, the whole sex between us was working out nicely,
neither one felt that the other was stooging for the other.

This went on until a year later Chucky finally began to enter his puberty.
It was very slow.  He didn't shoot up in height and his voice changed only
from soprano to alto.  BUT he did begin to make sperm and I warned him to
be careful of staining the couch.  "What this old thing.  It already has so
many potato chip stains, who would notice it?  At first his cum was watery,
but soon he shot a big load.  He hinted to me that I ought to try jerking
him off but I refused.  It seemed too queer for me.

In any event we both hooked up with girls and saw each other less and less.
After middle school graduation we went to different high schools and we
each tended to hang with our school friends.

My social life was not too good.  I didn't seem to attract men, girls nor
beasts, well, my dog did like me.  I began to realize that my early height
in middle school was probably the most attractive I'll ever be.  Now I was
not the tallest and certainly not the best looking.  I was a gawky kid.
Even my new facial hair didn't help.

Around that time I ran across Chucky at a party.  We hadn't seen each other
in, maybe two years.  He was totally changed.  He was easily as tall as me
and he had been working out.  His wife-beater showed excellent pecs and arm
muscles.  He was a fox.  His face was handsome and his smile was great.
All in all he was transformed.

He came over to me.  "Hey Bobby, you haven't changed a bit."  That wasn't
the best opening."

"Well you sure changed Chucky, you're totally excellent looking."

"Eh, can it with that "Chucky" stuff.  You know my real name is Charles and
my friends call me Chas.  Okay?"

"And you can call me Bob."

Well a bit of awkwardness here.  We drifted to other sides of the room.  I
had a couple of beers, I spied on Chucky, I mean Chas charming the room.
Frankly I was getting a little lustful for him.  I wondered if...

Standing close to him when no one was around I whispered: "Hey Chas,
remember the fun we had?"

He turned and gave me a blinding smile.  Are you suggesting that I jerk you
off?"

I was a little flustered.  "If you want to."

He laughed a long time.  I was very uncomfortable.  "Hey Bob old buddy, I
remember you never worried about my fun.  It was too one sided.  Lately I
am into ass fucking.  You always had a nice ass, would you want me to fuck
you?"

I was pretty shocked that he should be so rough talking.  I mumbled
something and backed away.  That was the last time we spoke.


End