Date: Sat, 11 May 2013 08:43:00 -0700
From: Hunter <wolfpup@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Kyle's Ten Golden Rules (GAY / Young friends) chapter 01

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KYLE'S TEN GOLDEN RULES
PREFACE

This is a story I've been writing on and off now for a while, and it was a
process that took place while working on my first three stories.  So, even
though it is a tale which is unique from my previous works, at times you
might find elements within it that may sound familiar.  For me it is one
reason why I tend not to read other author's writings once I begin to pen
my own.  I tend to find that in order to be able to come up with something
that is different and completely mine, I must stay away from other stories
so that I do not accidentally insert something from another author into my
tale.  I do not think most readers understand how truly difficult it is to
produce something in a creative way which is different from other pieces
out there.  As writers we may have themes along similar lines, but unless
an author finds a way to make that idea uniquely their own then to me it is
just stealing someone else's hard work whether or not other readers
themselves realize it.  As an author it is a matter of honor so this is not
an option for me; ergo, I am always striving to make my stories different.
As I've mentioned this is a story that is different from my previous works,
as I always try to make my stories different, yet there may be some themes
that are from some of my previous works.  However, I think you will notice
that they are applied differently, and make the story unique.  At least
this is my hope, lol.  In addition, I think you will find that the style is
just a bit different from my other works.  Well, I should say how I present
the story using different perspectives rather than it not exactly being my
normal style of writing.  As always I hope my regular readers find this
story just as entertaining as my previous work, and for any new readers if
you like what you read you might just try some of my other stories.

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CHAPTER ONE

I was horny as hell sitting there in that chair, and I can honestly say it
was a first for me.  Maybe I should rephrase that because after all what
healthy fourteen, going on fifteen, year old boy hasn't gotten horny at
least a time or two, or more accurately stated `almost every waking
minute!!!'  No, what I meant to say is that the twelve year old boy, Evan
is his name, sitting on my lap making me hornier than a male dog chasing
after a `bitch' that's in heat was a first for me.

Frankly, I'm a little confused by the emotions I'm feeling at the moment,
but maybe I'm getting a little bit ahead of myself here and should take a
step back a moment to explain.  Have patience with me though, because it
might take a chapter or two before I make it back to this spot.  Not that
it really matters, but there are one or two exciting points before I make
it back to Evan and me sitting in that chair.

It was still early in the morning when the doorbell rang waking me up from
a resounding restful slumber.  Well, I say it is early because nine in the
morning during summer vacation really is pretty early for most of us
typical teenagers.  I moaned a little, and then sighed as I sat up on the
edge of my bed rubbing the sand from the corners of my eyes.  I could hear
the muffled greeting my mom was giving to someone at the front door as I
moaned once more a bit put out over being so rudely woken up.

I yawned and stretched trying to get my young body to wake up a little more
before reaching down between my legs giving my young semi-hard morning tube
a tug knowing it wouldn't go away until I emptied out my bladder.  I
reached over to the chair by my bed and grabbed a pair of plain gray gym
shorts, and before long I was hopping on one foot trying to tug the shorts
on as I scooted towards the bathroom door.  Anyone peaking through my
bedroom door at the moment would have probably busted a gut at the sight of
my lily white ass jiggling around, and my warm loose balls slapping up
against my thighs.  Well that, and not to mention my little teenaged sized
semi hard-on swaying around in the air at half mast like a flag caught in a
brisk wind.

I have to say that I'm a pretty lucky teenager because I have my very own
bathroom that's attached to my bedroom.  Actually, the bathroom has two
doors leading into two separate bedrooms, but since I'm an only child for
all practical purposes it's my very own bathroom.  Not only that, but the
original design of the house had my bedroom slated as the master bedroom
with its own walk-in closet and outside patio area.  This means I have a
pretty large bedroom with extra amenities that most kids my age can only
wish to have.

The original design of the dwelling was a rambler style home, but when my
parents had the house built they added a basement where they have their
bedroom, bathroom, and sitting room.  Also downstairs is a utility room,
large gym setup, and recreation area.  They kept my room the same as in the
original design, but added an extra door to the bathroom so that another
bedroom could have direct access to it as well, which makes sense because
my bedroom really isn't considered the master bedroom anymore.

We aren't rich by any means, but my parents have made the right investments
at the right time, and are just plain lucky with the whole property thing.
The original land we are on right now was owned by an old farmer who had a
small log style cabin.  The place had been just big enough for the farmer
and his wife with a living room, small kitchen, bathroom, and one bedroom.
When my folks purchased the property, they kept the log cabin in place, and
added a whole new house to it keeping the log cabin theme.

Most houses in the area are small three bedroom split level houses on small
lots.  My folks got plans for a three bedroom rambler, and made some
changes to it like adding a basement level.  When you enter the front door
you step into a foyer area which opens up into the main living room.  Off
to the left of the foyer is a door and a set of stairs which leads you down
into the basement.  Past the foyer area is a hallway to the left which
leads to the three bedrooms, and the two bathrooms.  One bathroom is shared
between the two bedrooms I just mentioned earlier, and the other bathroom
is used by guests who come over to the house and for anyone staying in the
third room.  My bedroom was the room all the way at the end of the hallway
on the right hand side.  The bedroom across the hall from mine is the one
that shares the bathroom with me.

As you walk down the hallway there is another room on the left hand side
with a bathroom across from it on the right hand side of the hall.  So
basically, all of the bedrooms on the main floor are located on the left
side of the house as you enter the foyer.  Off to the right side is a big
open space where the main living room is situated along with the dining
room.  A wall separates the dining room from a pretty good sized kitchen,
which sort of extends towards the bedroom on the same side as my room and
the extra bathroom.  Between the living room area and dining room, which
are located along the entire right side of the building, is a doorway and
short hall that attaches to the original small cabin.

We actually use the old cabin as sort of a mother-in-law unit where we keep
visiting relatives and guests.  It is perfect because it gives our visitors
their own space without feeling left out.  The two doors on either end of
the small hallway can be closed off giving our visitors their own entry and
exit to the cabin from the main cabin door allowing for their privacy.
Basically our guests have their own completely functioning home.

For the most part I'm the one who uses the cabin as my little play area and
entertainment space when my friends come over.  This way my parents can
give me my own space to entertain my friends without intruding on me, yet
also still be able to keep an eye on me.  They don't like the idea of me
going off to my room and closing the door when friends are over;
especially, if it involves girls.  The cabin; although it is a separate
building, is still attached by the small hallway, and when both doors are
open afford my parents with enough openness to keep an eye on things
without actually intruding or eavesdropping on my conversations with my
friends.

I stepped up to the toilet, hooked my thumbs under the waistband, and
pulled the front of my shorts down below my silky soft sagging boy pouch.
Don't ask me why I just didn't go to the bathroom first before putting on
my shorts.  I guess you could just chock it up to still being half asleep
because of the rude awakening so early in the morning.  Come on people,
nine in the morning during summer vacation?  How rude!

With my shorts securely held in place by my Robin's egg sized testicles, I
lifted up my left hand to the back wall so I could lean forward a little.
My right hand reached down and gingerly bent my semi-hard shaft downwards
towards the toilet bowl.  I sighed contentedly as a steady strong stream of
yellowish liquid poured out of the slit located on the front end of my
plump red mushroom like head.  It's a pleasant feeling, almost euphoric in
a way, emptying out one's bladder first thing in the morning, and I felt my
body tremble getting goose bumps from the sensation.

I jiggled my now deflated three inch circumcised penis a couple of times to
shake away the last drops, and tucked away my pride and joy inside my
shorts.  After flushing the toilet, I scooted over to the sink, washed my
hands, brushed my teeth, and looked in the mirror for any new blemishes or
pimples that might have reared their ugly heads in the middle of the night.
For the most part I'm pretty blessed in the whole pimple department because
unlike some teenagers I rarely have to deal with those nasty little things.

I am pretty happy with the face that is staring back at me in the mirror.
I know what you are all thinking about, you know with the `here we go with
describing yourself in the mirror.'  But hey, since I'm here making sure I
don't have any new pimples I might as well describe my face to you.

Overall, I would say that I was a fairly average kid in the looks
department.  I have brown hair cut short along the sides and above my ears.
I keep it a little longer on top with that ruffled yet clean look, and the
haircut really accents my oval shaped face.  I have thick brown eyebrows
that are a tad lighter shade from my hair, and deep brown eyes.  My entire
face lights up like my mom's when I smile creating deep creases along the
gentle curve of my cheeks that start alongside my nose all the way down to
either side of my chin.  My feminine ruby colored lips tend to have an
upwards bend to them most of the time completing the brightness of my
features on my lightly tanned colored face with a healthy golden-brown
tint.

The only feature about my face that I don't really care for is my nose, but
over the last year or so I've been noticing that it seems to be fitting in
better with my facial features, and I've been finding myself liking how it
is starting to look on me.  My nose has a nice long bridge which ends in a
nice button like shape that swells outward a little too much along either
side making it look too broad.  When I was younger my flared out nose
looked too big for my face, but in the last year or so it seems as if my
body and face have been growing making it a better fit with my nose.  Other
than my nose, I've always had those feminine facial features that girls
just swoon over, and believe me I get plenty of comments from the girls at
school that always seem to make my cheeks burn and turn red.

I have a long thin neck that tapers out into a nice set of strong shoulders
and chest.  I'm not ripped by any means, but I most definitely am fit.  I'm
into sports and my body shows the effects of staying in shape because of
one activity or another.  Have you ever noticed how those athletes who
focus primarily in one area of a particular sport tend to have bodies that
seem way out of balance?  Well, Aquatic sports are my favorite, but I vary
my interest between land sports and water sports which keeps my body type
in balance unlike other athletes who tend to focus in a single area of
athletics.  Sure focusing on one sport has its advantages, but I don't plan
on being a professional athlete so keep active with various ones, and just
have fun with them.

In a couple of months I'll be turning fifteen, and I can see that some of
my features are getting that sort of chiseled look teenagers start to
develop as they get closer to adulthood.  Personally, I hope I still keep
some of the boyish features just like my father.  Although my dad has the
strong rough masculine facial appearance like most men, he still has some
of those boyish facets that make him look youthful and full of energy.  I
like that quality, and hope I follow in his footsteps.

If puberty is any indication, I'm sure to follow suit because truth be told
I'm a bit of a late bloomer in that department, at least compared to a lot
of my friends.  It's been the butt of some light hearted teasing by them,
but nothing that's mean spirited.  I kind of enjoy the ribbing, and often
remind them how much younger and handsome I was going to look than them
when we were all seventy years old.

Besides, it isn't as if I'm small in the package department or anything.
To tell you the truth, even when we started taking showers after gym class
during middle school, and I started to check out other boys my age, as we
often do at that age, I noticed that I was pretty average for a boy my age.
No, it's some of the other things that happen during puberty, and to tell
you the truth as I think back on it, I'm glad my body has decided to
develop slower in those areas.

I finished up in the bathroom and made my way towards the living room
barefooted and wearing nothing but the cotton gray pair of baggy shorts
that I had put on when I got up.  I could hear a familiar voice now, and
recognized it as belonging to Mrs. Prescott, or rather Auntie as I referred
to her.  I noticed her son, Evan, sitting in a chair in the living room
looking totally bored out of his mind with his left leg tucked under his
right thigh.  He was wearing a bright yellow soccer jersey with some sort
of pale blue swirling design on it, white soccer shorts, and a pair of
yellow socks to match his jersey.  He must have taken off his shoes when he
came inside because he wasn't wearing them.  I've known Evan all of his
life, and he was a well mannered, calm, and good natured kid.  Our parents
were close, and grew up together themselves so I see them around often,
ergo my reference to Mrs. Prescott as Auntie.

I missed a step noticing just how damn cute Evan looked in that outfit.
`Damn, where the hell did that come from,' I thought to myself.  As I've
said, our families were close, and I never even thought of Evan in that
way, much less any other boy before, so it just sort of took me by surprise
for a moment as my mind tried to wrap around the thought.  He looked up as
I plopped down on a chair across from him sighing tiredly to myself.  After
all I had just been rudely awakened early in the morning during summer
vacation.  What's the use of summer vacation if we can't even sleep in for
Pete's sake.

"It's too damn early to be up and about," I commented to no one in
particular.  Our parents were in the kitchen out of sight chatting away, so
Evan must have thought I was talking to him.

"Huh...oh...hey Kyle, yeah I guess," he replied in greeting and answer to
my unintended comment.

I lifted up my right foot onto the edge of my chair as I looked over
towards the door leading out of the house.  I could hear part of the
conversation going on in the kitchen in the opposite direction as I scoped
out a pair of boy's blue Shaun White Gower Skate shoes.  I recognized the
brand because we only have one department store in this small town, and
that's Target.  One tends to become very familiar with the brands available
when there is really only one source around.  I was thinking how cute he
must look with his small little tootsies slipped in those shoes and wearing
his current outfit.

`Damn, where the hell was all of this coming from,' I thought to myself as
I shifted my head back around towards the little guy sitting across from
me.

"Looks like I'll be babysitting your brother later today," I mentioned
offhandedly emphasizing the fact that I was going to be babysitting his
nine year old little brother and not him.

I knew how embarrassed he was lately when I babysat because he was twelve
years old.  Hell I started babysitting both him and his brother when I was
his age, and here he was with me babysitting because his so called dad,
Don, didn't trust him.  Don was a real prick in my opinion because Evan
really was a good kid.  It didn't go unnoticed, at least by me, at how
Evan's treatment by this asshole seemed to have become worse over the last
year.

I guess I wasn't the only one checking someone out because when I had
turned back around towards the curly haired boy I noticed his eyes had
grown as big as saucers, and his jaw was hanging open as he stared at my
crotch.  There was a definite lump in the white shorts Evan was wearing,
and I could clearly see the outline of his rigid penis that had
inadvertently inflated on him.  `Not bad for a twelve year old,' I thought
to myself as I lowered my leg down breaking the spell I was having on the
poor little guy, and once again surprising myself at the silent comment I
had made.  My own pecker twitched a little at the sight of his obvious
bulge as I lowered my foot back to the ground.  `Odd,' I thought to myself
at the reaction I had towards Evan's obvious erection.

I smirked realizing that when I had lifted up my leg on the end of the
chair, and turned towards the front door, it must have created a wide gap
in my shorts probably giving Evan a glimpse of my little boy sausage and
fruit basket.  It really didn't bother me that he was checking me out, and
to tell you the truth I felt a little flattered that I had this sort of
affect on someone...anyone.

Besides, it's not as if I have anything all that special down there, but
neither did I have anything to be embarrassed about.  As I've stated I was
pretty average in the package department.  It also didn't bother me that he
had popped a woody because of me.  I mean, that's pretty much what twelve
year old boys do.  What boy that age isn't curious about such things and
constantly popping wood at the drop of a hat...it's only natural.  Once
puberty starts in on a boy, strange things start to happen to them on a
regular basis.  Hell, I'm still having issues myself in that regard.

With my jewels safely concealed once more, Evan seemed to come out of his
trance as my comment about babysitting seemed to sink in.  His cute cheeks
flushed red as realization dawned on him that he had been caught staring.
The poor guy shifted in his seat trying to discretely hide the obvious
stiff lump that was pressing up against the flimsy fabric of his white
soccer shorts.

"Uh, yeah...babysitting," he managed to stammer out trying not to look so
obviously embarrassed.

I thought it was absolutely adorable, and I couldn't help but look at him a
little bit differently.  I mean I've known him all his life, but I've never
actually `just' looked at him.  He was a bit on the small size for his age.
I figured he was about four foot six inches and weighing seventy to seventy
five pounds totally dressed and wet.  He had medium length luscious wavy
and curly brown hair with soft facial features and large round hazel
colored eyes that always shifted to different hues from grays to blues to
even green at times.  He may be a little on the small side for his age, but
he was really lean and fit.  His small oval shaped face fit well with the
rest of his body, and his soft facial features were well accentuated.  The
younger boy had thin brown colored eyebrows almost the same shade as his
curly locks and with just some lighter shading interspersed here and there,
a cute petite button shaped nose, ruby red lips that looked cute when he
smiled, and a fair complexion with rosy pink cheeks.

I felt bad for him so I leaned forward conspiratorially looking around me
trying to diffuse the situation and set him at ease.  It seemed to work
because he leaned forward as well looking towards the blocked off kitchen
area making sure our parents weren't coming through the door.

"Hey listen Evan, I know you probably have things going on later when I
come over to look after your brother, but maybe when Mattie goes to bed we
could watch a movie or something.  I'll pick up a DVD at the video store
for us.  What do you think?"

"Uh...yeah sure Kyle, I guess," he replied.  I could see he was bit
disappointed; especially, with the whole conspiratorial part about getting
a DVD.  It's not like we haven't done that before.

I once again looked around pretending to make sure no one was listening,
which seemed to intrigue him as I saw him glancing towards the kitchen
again.

"So is there anything you would like me to bring, you know...anything at
all?" I winked at him conspiratorially.  He caught on, and I was rewarded
with his eyes opening a little widely turning a deep shade of sapphire blue
while a little sly smile twitched at the corners of his mouth, both of
which seemed to light up the entire room.

He looked around a little nervously, and I noticed his right hand dive
towards his crotch as he shifted the stiff little hump in his shorts that
had obviously re-inflated at the apparent implications I was making.  He
looked back over to me and sort of shrugged his shoulders nervously.  I
understood his hesitancy; after all we've never even remotely done anything
together that smacked of naughtiness or anything with sexual undertones.

As I've stated, Evan's a pretty good kid, and up until now I had always
viewed him as a sort of younger brother or little kid who still played with
Lego games or something.  But I kind of felt bad for him with this whole
babysitting thing so I figured it was a good way to sort of reward him, and
also a good way to take a stab at how repressive he's been treated lately
by Don.  I mean, I really didn't like the guy because of the way he treated
Evan and the rest of the family.  `That fucking prick,' oops, I guess I
shouldn't really talk like that, but the guy really was an asshole.

"I'm not sure...you know maybe an `R' rated movie or something," Evan
whispered bringing me out of my musings, and smiling back at me with an
anxious twitch tugging at the corners of his mouth that I thought was cute.

"Sure no problem buddy.  Do you want `R' rated as in blood and guts, or do
you want something that's a bit more...um...on the racier side of
things...you know...like sexy stuff?"  I asked him seriously.

He looked at me a bit shocked and a little timidly.  I pretty much knew
what he really wanted, but I just wanted to tease him a little.  I saw him
squirm in the chair knowing he wanted a movie with sex scenes, but also
knew it would be hard for him to just up and say it.  I saw the emotions
flickering across his cute little face as he fought for words that wouldn't
make him look like a complete dork.  I just wanted to tease him a little,
not humiliate him, so I let him off the hook.

"Hmmm, I think I might just have the right movie.  There's a mixture of
both sex and action; with a touch more on the nudity side of things, and
with just a hint of excitement.  But mind you it is a foreign movie so
there are sub-titles involved.  Are you game?"

"Sure," he squeaked, his vocal cords constricting with excitement.  I could
see him swallow as he regained his voice, and watched curiously while he
innocently and unwittingly massaged his throbbing penis through his soft
silky shorts in a sort of masturbatory motion.  `OMG, he looks totally hot
handling his little rigid boy toy like that,' I thought to myself once
again making myself pause to reflect on the situation.

"I mean, yeah sounds good," he finally managed to whisper in a more normal
tone as he released his little stiff boy penis when he realized what he was
doing in front of me.  It made me wonder if he really did masturbate yet,
and if so, if he was having orgasms and squirting his boy juice at his age.
I figured probably yes, at least to the masturbation and orgasm part of
things because I sure was full swing into that sort of action at his age.
Fuck, I still am every chance I can get.

We both jumped a little when we heard our parents come through the kitchen
door.  I watched him make one last adjustment to his quickly deflating
sausage, and then we both giggled at each other's reaction.

I shifted in my chair a little and looked over towards our moms who were
still laughing and talking with each other totally oblivious to us.  As
their conversation died down a little with enough time for Evan to regain
his composure, I finally spoke up.

"Hey Auntie Prescott, so when do you guys need me to come over?"  I
interrupted when they paused long enough for me to speak up.

She scrunched up her face at me for a moment and smiled in resignation.
"Don and I want to head out early today.  Do you think you could manage
around three this afternoon?  I know it's earlier than usual, but we want
to do a little shopping at the mall since we will be in the city.  We'll be
sure to compensate you for the extra time," she reassured me.

It made sense to me because this was a small town without much to offer in
the way of shopping.  If they were driving that far to the city then they
should make the best of things.  "Sure, no problem," I replied.  "I'll be
there."

Our moms talked for another minute or two before the Prescott's finally
stepped out of the door to head home.

"I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun later," I whispered to Evan and winked at
him conspiratorially as he brushed up against me on the way out giving me
goose bumps from his touch.  He panicked a little, and looked over to his
mom who hadn't heard a thing since she was still engaged with saying good
bye to my mom.  He looked back at me, and smiled mischievously.

"Yeah, I'm sure we will," he managed to whisper as he said good bye to me.

I watched them leave and got that lonely kind of feeling as if I was
missing Evan already.  `Strange,' I thought to myself.  I've never had this
sort of feeling towards the younger boy, much less any boy at all.  I
shrugged it off and chocked it up to having recently broken up with my
girlfriend.

I'd been going out with Jenny for most of the school year, and just before
summer vacation we had both decided together that maybe we should give it a
little break.  After all, she lived in the next town over so seeing each
other during summer break was going to be a little difficult.  We had both
experimented sexually with each other, but mostly just light oral kinds of
stimulation.  Shit, it may have been nothing all that serious, but still I
could feel myself starting to bone up just thinking about those erotic
moments with her as we both got sweaty and all worked up together in the
heat of passion.

I turned and headed towards my room figuring it was time to take a shower.
I stepped into my large room deciding to pick up my dirty clothes off of
the floor.  My parents raised me right in that I always maintained a pretty
clean room.  Rarely, if ever, did they have to brow beat me to clean up
after myself.  To tell you the truth, I didn't like a messy room, unlike
many other teenagers my age.  I finished by making my bed, which really
only took about a minute, before looking around and nodding satisfactorily
at my handiwork.

I was just about ready to head into the bathroom for my shower and a much
needed little wank job, when I heard my phone buzz. I looked on my caller
ID and it was Gabe, my best friend, which sort of surprised me this early
in the morning because he always slept in.  Hey, like I said, summer
vacation and all.  We met each other in Kindergarten and had been fast
friends ever since.  I knew all there was about him and he knew all there
was about me.  We were so close that many of our `firsts' were done
together or in each other's company.  Hell, we even jacked off for the
first time together when we were 11 or 12 years old.  There never was
anything sexual between the two of us, and neither one of us ever felt
compelled to doing something like that with each other.  But when it came
to the opposite sex, he was even there when I kissed a girl for the very
first time.  We even made out with a girl together for the first time.  I
mean, of course not with the same girl, just sort of like a double date
kind of thing.  My little soldier twitched in my pants even thinking about
that first time.

"Hey Gabe," I answered as I clicked on my phone.

"Hey Kyle, what you up to?" He asked me.

"Not much really.  Just got up and I'm going to get cleaned up a bit before
having a bite to eat."

"Oh cool.  Hey, I was just wondering if you heard about Jenny."  He stated
sort of leaving a big question mark behind the statement.

"Uh, no...I mean, I really haven't heard much from her since...you know."

"Yeah, I still think the two of you should have tried to make it work.
Hell, it's only three months before school is back in session you know."

"I know, but still." I said leaving the rest unsaid.  "You mentioned
something about Jenny.  What's up?"

"Well, uh, geeze, I kind of hate to be the one to tell you, but I heard she
hooked up with that Jenkins' kid."

"Not Billy Jenkins?"  I asked a bit shocked that Jenny would even go out
with that prick.

The kid was a real jerk, and a bully to boot.  I never had any problems
with him, but then again I didn't bully easy either.  Not to mention I'm
fairly popular at my High School even though I had been a freshman.
No...bullies tended to go after easier targets.  He was a year older than
Jenny and myself, and would be a junior in High School this upcoming school
year while we would be entering our sophomore year.  I was really surprised
that Jenny would even consider hooking up with him because he just didn't
seem to be her type.

As if reading my mind Gabe said, "Yeah, I know what you're thinking.  What
a fuckin dickhead, but hey they live in the same town and close by, so you
know..."

"Yeah, still..." I sighed.

"Well fuck her and Billy."  Gabe replied.

I chuckled at his comment.  "Well maybe Fuck Jenny, but I wouldn't Fuck
Billy if my life depended on it.  I'd rather have a quick death to that of
the slow rotting disease riddled desiccation my poor pecker would suffer if
I stuck it up his ass."

I could hear Gabe bust a gut on the other end.  He probably fell out of bed
and was rolling around on the floor he was laughing so hard.

"Fuck dude," I heard him finally say between giggles.  "I just fell out of
bed I was laughing so hard."

I chuckled.  `Did I know my friend or what?'

"Anyway, it's Jenny's problem and not mine," I sighed shaking my head in
disgust.

"Yeah, your right...hey, you want to hang out and do something today?" Gabe
asked me as I heard him grunt a little on the other end.  He must have
picked himself off the floor to sit back down on his bed.

"Nah, can't bro.  Got to babysit this afternoon."

"Shit, too bad.  I was hoping to hang out a bit before you head off to that
summer camp of yours.  I can't believe you still like going there.  Aren't
you getting a little too old for that?" He asked me seriously.  He had gone
with me when we were both younger, but opted out last year and stayed home.

I loved going to the camp.  There were a lot of activities and in general,
just overall fun hanging around some new people you meet along with some of
the old ones you've met over the years.  Most kids my age find it kind of
lame to go, but I really love it.  The camp itself was pretty cool.  In a
way it was a little bit of a rustic kind of camp, but with a lot of
amenities so it really didn't feel like you were out roughing it.  The
facilities attached to the camp were quite modern, yet you still got that
sense of being out camping in the wild.

"Well, maybe you can come over tomorrow and we can hang out.  I've got to
sort of pack, but that really doesn't take all that long.  Tomorrow's
Saturday, and I don't leave for camp until Sunday, so we can hang out a
little together before I leave."

"Cool, sounds good." Gabe grunted as I heard him shift back onto his bed.
I knew him so well, that I pretty much figured he was lying on his back and
stroking his little hard spud between his fingers.  He always bragged
himself up about the size of his hard dick, but truth be told he was only
about three and a half inches long when hard, and then only on a good day.
I had to admit though that he did have a huge ball sack that seemed to sag
all the way down to his knees.  I think the combination of his stumpy dick
and large balls contributed to the huge amount of cum he tended to shoot
out the end of his stubby canon.

"Well, I got to go Gabe.  Besides, it sounds as if you've got some
extracurricular activities your getting ready to focus on.  Try not to work
on that little thing too hard," I giggled.  "You know it won't get any
bigger no matter how hard you pull it."

"Dickhead," I heard him chuckle on the other end.  "Not as if you aren't
going to take care of your own little problem here in a minute or two when
you hit the shower."  He laughed and then grunted as he continued to stroke
himself.

"Fuck dude at least wait until I hang up the phone."

"Huh, oh, yeah ok.  Later," I heard him grunt as the phone clicked off.

I chuckled to myself as I laid my phone on the end of the table, and headed
for the bathroom.  The anticipation of clean warm water cascading over my
smooth body, and the imminent relief to my little manly boyhood sent my
petite soft three inch tube to twitching.

I stripped out of my clothes and started the water adjusting the
temperature to a setting that I liked.  I stepped into the shower stall and
started wetting down my body and hair.  The warm water felt wonderful on my
skin, and sent shivers down my spine.  I grabbed the shampoo and lathered
up my hair in an upward motion giving it a sort of Mohawk kind of look.  I
had a little mirror hanging on the wall, and I looked back on my reflection
laughing at how my hair looked.  I stepped back under the shower head and
rinsed out the soap from my soft wispy locks.

Using the pump on the scented body wash soap to get a good amount in my
cupped hand, I started to lather up my chest, slowly working my way
downwards to my belly button.  I could feel the muscles on my chest, and
then the smoothness of the skin around my stomach as my hand slithered
across the silky smooth surface.  As I've said, I'm pretty fit.  I'm not
ripped by any means, and I don't have a six pack or anything on my abs, but
I do have a rock solid mid-section, and there definitely is some muscle
tone there.

I relished in the feel of my own body, and allowed my right hand to
continue its downward spiral towards my little boyhood.  I gingerly wrapped
my fingers around my sleek penis, and could feel my three inch softness
start to rise and harden in reply to my administrations.  I wrapped my fist
tighter around my rigidness, and slowly enticed it to full mast.  I finally
topped out at a solid four inches, and rubbed my thumb across the tip of my
purplish pink mushroom like head shivering at the thrilling sensation
coursing through my taught skin.

I had a thinner shaft than most of the other kids my age, but the tradeoff
was that my piece of tool got really rock solid like a refined hard
tempered piece of iron rod.  When they say people's dicks get hard as
steel, they really were describing mine.  Another plus to having a thin
erection is that your pecker looks longer than it appears in real life.
I've gotten comments from Gabe and a few of my other close friends that my
pecker looks a lot longer than only four inches when I had an erection.

My thumb continued to rub along the slit of my penis, and I enjoyed the
stimulation I was receiving.  I started to slowly pump my fist along the
length of my firm thin shaft, and shuddered as I looked down at the
sexiness of it all.  The hand that held my sleek erection slowly shifted to
the image of Jenny masturbating me with her cute long fingers.  I
remembered that first time about six months ago when her agile fingers had
worked their magic.

Her hand sped up as her petite smooth creamy breasts wiggled around daring
to be touched and held, which of course I had complied.  I was breathing
hard at this point, and could feel my insides start to get that tingly
sensation at the oncoming of a climactic orgasm.  I was almost there, and
could feel my buttocks start to tighten as I rose up on my toes.

Then it happened...

The image of Billy Jenkins appeared in my fantasy right at the same time I
heard a familiar voice floating in the air.

"Kyle, stop playing with yourself and hurry up.  You've got a lot of things
to do before you head over to babysit," I heard my mom shout through my
bedroom door loud enough for it to be carried into the bathroom.

"Fuck me," I whimpered as my penis immediately deflated in my pumping fist,
and literally shriveled up inside of me.  I'm totally serious; my boyhood
literally did just about disappear inside of me, almost like those times
when I jumped into the icy cold water of the lake in January for the Polar
Bear swim.  You know...where you jump in and then right out during the cold
winter months.  The shock of the cold water literally sucks your entire sex
package...balls, dick, and all right inside of your body cavity.

I knew my mom had only been teasing.  I mean she knew all about the whole
masturbation thing in young boys, and had that whole sex talk with me years
ago, only because dad was deployed at the time and someone had to do
it...so she claimed.  Of course it had been embarrassing, and she still did
her duty now and then, well all the time, by doing those embarrassing sex
innuendos not only in private...but in front of my friends and others.  Of
course they got a hoot out of it, but lately I haven't been in the mood for
her antics.

No, it wasn't her innuendo that had caused such a rapid deflation,
although, it was a contributing factor.  Instead, it was Billy's image in
my fantasy with Jenny that had set off the entire episode.  The fantasy
between me and Jenny was based on real occurrences, but Billy's image
invading that scene was just too much, and an absolute turnoff.

I was leaning up against the shower stall with the warm water still
cascading over my body as I slowly unwound my fingers from my now depleted
soft shriveled up penis that looked to be only about one inch in length in
its current state.  The rest of my shaft was somewhere deep inside of me,
and the only thing left visible was the tip of my mushroom shaped penis
head.

I slowly straightened myself up, and gasped as the next phase of this
humiliation stabbed at my nether regions.  `Fuck, blue balls,' I gasped as
my hands cupped my now sucked up teenage boy pouch, which now snuggled up
tightly against my body.  Yes, even my balls had retreated, and since I was
abruptly torn away from my impending orgasm, my balls were protesting.  My
entire body seemed to ache, and the pain was radiating outwards beginning
deep within my two life giving walnut sized twin factories.

"Did you hear me Kyle?" I heard my mom yell again through my bedroom door.

"Yeah, I heard you.  I'll be right down for Pete's sake," I snapped back a
little harshly.  I rarely snapped at my parents like that.  I was brought
up better than that, but still, I was getting older and my parents knew
that at times these sorts of outbursts were inevitable.  I didn't hear a
reply from my mom about my rudeness so figured she had just shrugged it
off.  Still, the entire episode had sent me into a foul mood.

I got dressed and headed downstairs for some breakfast, my balls still
aching inside of me.  Mom set out some scrambled eggs and toast, and was
eyeing me suspiciously.  I knew I still had that sour look on my face, and
even though I tried to get into a better mood I only ended up sulking more
because the image of Billy holding Jenny in a seductive manner and leering
at me kept popping into my head.  I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I
almost jumped when my mom spoke up.

"Lighten up sweetie.  I didn't mean anything by it, and I'm sorry if I
really did interrupt you."  She stated offhandedly.

`Fuck,' I thought to myself.  `How did she know,' I almost panicked as my
mind raced to find a way out of this.  I knew she would soon be into one of
her embarrassing sex talks.  I mean, it's bad enough having these
conversations man to man with your father, but please, no boy wants these
kinds of talk with their mothers.

"It's only natural that a boy your age mast...," she began before I cut her
off with the first thing that popped into my mind.

"No...mom stop...I mean it's not anything like that.  No...uh...it's just
Jenny.  Yeah, uh...Jenny."  I croaked out finally finding a way out of
this.

My mom screwed up her face.  "I thought you two broke up."

"Uh, yeah we did.  But Gabe called me and told me she's going out with
Billy."

"Billy...you mean that Jenkins kid?"  My mom queried with a sort of
disgusted look on her face.

"Yeah, I know huh.  I mean, she can date whoever she wants but still..."

My mom just shook her head sadly.  "That Jenkins kid really is a bad seed.
I wouldn't have thought a nice girl like Jenny would fall for the likes of
him."

"I know, and like I said she can date whoever she wants.  We both broke up
on friendly terms, but I still care about what happens to her.  So when
Gabe told me...I didn't take it too well.  To tell you the truth I probably
wouldn't take it too well no matter who she dated, but of all the people to
go out with, Billy just makes me sick."

My mom nodded understandingly and patted my hand but didn't say anything
more on the matter leaving me to my thoughts.  The rest of the day went
uneventfully, and when it got around two in the afternoon, I gathered up my
stuff and headed out the door.  My mom had offered to drive me the short
distance over, but I told her I wanted to get some running time in and also
that I had to make a stop at the video store.  As I've stated I'm pretty
athletic, and one of the things I like to do is run; especially, when I
want to clear my mind.

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