Date: Sun, 18 Jun 2006 19:38:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeremy Gress <jeremykg06@yahoo.com>
Subject: Night of the Living Chiggers

When I was a kid, I spent almost all my time with my best friend Phillip.
We started out friends in nursery school, had the same teachers in the
first few grades of elementary school, and even got to go to the same
summer camp.  We were always similar in size and looks.  Living right down
the street meant that we didn't have to cross a street to get to each
other's homes and all it took was one of our mothers to step out front and
watch their boy walk all the way home.

We slept together and bathed together but there was no sexual interest
between us for years.  About the closest thing we ever did started one
morning when I was already on the toilet and Phillip had to pee so badly
that he couldn't wait.  I offered to stand up, as long as he made it quick.
Instead, he had me spread my legs and he peed between them.

One day right before school was to get out for the summer, Phillip and I
were in his room, messing with something on his desk.  Phillip came out of
the bathroom and he intentionally left his jeans open.  As casually as can
be, he stood in front of me and pulled his underwear down.  He pointed out
the hairs that had begun to grow above his dick.  I did look but I didn't
concentrate on them at all.  I know Phillip was disappointed that I wasn't
more impressed.  It did start to make me curious though.  It wasn't more
than a half hour later that I was thinking about what he showed me and
trying to think of a way to look again.

It really made me think about it later that night when I was in bed.  I
knew I should have been more impressed with his growth and development.  I
also got thinking whether he was about to take off and leave me behind.  I
knew a little about puberty but not all that much of the details.  I knew
that little boys didn't have hair and that men and older boys did.  I just
never did think that there was a transition period and that the bush had to
start with a few hairs.  That night was also the first time I ever noticed
getting an actual erection during the day that I didn't cause by flicking
my dick with my fingers.  I had a lot of confusing thoughts over the next
several weeks about that small incident.  They would just pop into my head
and usually just disappear as quickly.

Phillip and I were even more inseparable as summer came.  We were just
enjoying what life provided.  One evening, we were out in his backyard,
wearing nothing but our swim suits.  We had done that for years, for as
long as we could get away with it.  There would be weeks at a time that we
wouldn't even change the swim suit.  Our mother just left soap and shampoo
by the pool shower.  We sat in the grass, rolled around in it and laid back
and watched the stars overhead.  When it was time to come in, we went to
bed in Phillip's bed.  We were good and didn't take long before falling
asleep.

I did wake up a few times in the middle of the night which was really
unusual for me.  It was the itching and scratching that woke me up.  It
wasn't just mosquito bites.  I came to the conclusion that I was going to
have to change swim suits the next day, this one had apparently gotten too
rank.  The itching got really bad about the time it got daylight outside.

As I got in the bathroom, more to scratch than to pee, I saw the lines of
red all around the edge of my suit.  We always wore the tight swim trunks,
not speedos but sure not the long boarder shorts.  I looked down and saw
the bright red lines and bumps, they made a V where my suit had started on
my legs and all around my waist.  I even had lines all under my balls and
the crease of my legs.  And my butt crack was even itching.

I pulled up my swim suit and went back into the bedroom.  I saw Phillip
under the sheet and if I had known more, I would have thought he was
jacking off.  He was just scratching his crotch.  I had to wake him up
enough to get him to realize he was itching.  I kneeled on the bed in front
of him and pulled down my suit and showed him my itching red lines.  He
threw back the sheets and pulled his suit down.  His whole area was a lot
redder than mine but the lines were still much worse.  He looked down and
at me again.  He looked real worried and declared that we had crabs.  I had
no idea what he was talking about and he said they were bugs that you get
from fucking.  And I still didn't know what he was talking about, but it
didn't sound good.

As he jumped out of bed, I also realized what I saw.  Phillip did have a
few more hairs on his dick, enough that you didn't have to look real hard
to see them and he was also hard and pointing straight up.  I had noticed
the hairs in recent days but his hard on was something that really
attracted my attention.  It made me linger on his bed a few seconds as I
tried to process what I just saw.

Phillip ran into the main part of the house, looking for his mother.  When
he showed her his condition, she knew exactly what was going on.  She
scared the crap out of me by the way she reacted.  She ran to the bedroom,
stopped at the door like she was afraid to enter.  She asked me if I had
the same thing and I pulled the front of my suit down just enough to show
the bumpy red line at my waist.  That just made her more nervous.  She did
proclaim that we had an invasion of chiggers.

I had a few other bites from chiggers before but nothing like this.  They
did itch like crazy but before there were only a few little bumps.  This
was covering everywhere my suit touched me and in every crease between my
legs.  I was scratching without even thinking about it.  Phillip's mother
started yelling orders, we had to pull off the sheets and pillows and run
to the laundry room.  Phillip's brother was told to take the mattress out
back.  His brother was just starting to enjoy this.

Phillip and I stuffed the sheets into the washer and his mother told us to
take off our swim suits and put those in the washer as well.  She said she
wouldn't look and she backed out of the laundry room.  Phillip and I stood
there naked and looked at each other.  It looked like we still had the
suits on but with dicks hanging out.  The red line on Phillip went right
along the edge of his suit and one line down the top of his leg.

We were making a run for the shower.  Phillip headed right through the
kitchen and living room, he wasn't all that concerned about his mother
seeing him.  I waited just a second longer and I knew I could make it to
his room if I took a detour through the den.  I figured it was less likely
for his mother to see me naked.  She had a similar idea, she was going to
let me run through the living room while she stayed in the den.  By the
time we saw each other, I was completely committed to going through the
den, it would have been longer to turn around and go the other way.  I
acted like it didn't bother me and continued on through by just walking.
She tried to not notice but I could see her eyes were checking me out.
Probably to see the effects of the chiggers but she got a good look at my
goodies.

Phillips mother told us to get in the shower and stay washing until she
called us out.  She headed for the store as we got under the spray.
Phillip's brother Andy came in an started telling us horror stories about
what was happening.  One of the bad things was having to shave the pubic
hairs.  I had two little blond hairs that were just big enough to grab and
make the skin lift up but that was the extent of my bush.  That news did
bother Phillip.  It was the closest that I have seen him come to crying in
years.  He sure didn't want to lose the little bush he had.

When we turned off the water and stood in the shower, Andy pulled the
shower curtain back and we stood there naked.  I didn't know whether to
cover up or not.  It seemed that if I tried to hide something that it would
give Andy something more to attack.  Andy was actually a nice kid, never
threatened me or Phillip physically, other than just out of fun wrestling
around and stuff like that.  I think this was just too much of an
opportunity.  Phillip was asking again about losing his pubes.  Andy
explained that he might not have to since they weren't thick enough to hide
the chiggers.  Then he pulled down his underwear and showed a big thick
bush of pubes.  This was a little surprise to me, I remembered seeing him
not all that long before and he didn't have a hair on his pink little dick.
Well, he didn't have a pink little dick anymore either.  And he was about
3/4 hard.

We heard his mother come in and yelled for Phillip to come out, not to put
anything on, just put a clean towel around him.  I wished we had thought
about towels, I was starting to shiver with the air conditioning cooling
the bathroom.  I went behind Phillip, I stopped at the edge of the hall.  I
had the towel wrapped around me and I kept scratching through the terry
cloth.  I saw Phillip flat on his back, naked legs spread and his mother
smearing goop on him.  It looked more like his mother was changing a
diaper.  The Chig-a-rest was stinking but it looked like it was working on
Phillip.  And the application was working on Phillip.  I had never seen him
that hard, I hadn't really paid attention that much before though.  Andy
was right there watching and making sure that his boner was noticed by all.
His mother batted his boner with her hand a few times and said it was
alright and it was bound to happen with anything that was touching in that
area.  She told Andy to shut up, and reminded him about something that he
didn't want told.

Phillip had rolled over and his mother was sliding a finger along his butt
crack.  I could see the back of his balls and for some reason that got me
more excited than anything else.  I still love that angle!  His mother was
telling Phillip that he had to even do this when he helped me out.  Helped
me out?  ME?  I was about to run out to my house right then.  I took a
couple of steps toward the door.  I turned and went towards Phillips room,
I was going to grab some clothes.  Then turned back to the door.  If the
itching wasn't so bad, I would have gone home.  Just that little bit of
movement went off the itching so bad that I knew I had to have some of that
goop.

When Phillip was done, I heard his mother lecturing me that I really needed
to let Phillip do it to me or it was get infected and all sorts of bad
things would happen.  She said she was going to call my mother to explain
what was going on.  I was really listening to her talking to my mom than
listening to Phillip tell me that it was feeling better.  He was trying to
convince me to let him put the goop on me.  I got a little bit of delay and
I heard Phillip's mom laugh while talking to my mom.  It was pretty funny
to them.

I did finally agree to let Phillip help me out when we got rid of Andy.  He
had been standing by and waiting to see the next show.  His boner was still
tenting out his underwear and he was almost drooling while thinking about
seeing me getting rubbed.

Phillip told me that it didn't matter if something happened down there, he
really wanted to help me.  He also listed the alternatives, my mother, his
mother, or maybe Andy would have to do it.  He did sound like the best
choice.  We went to the playroom, I laid down on the floor and Phillip
knelt beside me.  He carefully and slowly opened the front of the towel and
looked down at me.  He didn't move for a few minutes, just looked at my
dick and balls.  We had seen each other naked for years, and probably at
least once a week over those year.  Up to that time, it was absolutely no
big deal, but this one day felt so much different.

Phillip finally spoke and said that he thought I had more bites than he
did.  He slid a clean finger over the dry red waist and then down the
crease of my leg.  It did make me shiver and gasp.  Then he started
applying the goop.  I watched his hands as they passed over me.  I didn't
feel the itching, didn't mind the aroma of the goop, just concentrated on
where his hands were going.  He rubbed it in along my waist, then where the
suit met the top of my legs.  He got closer and closer to my balls and my
dick reacted to the touch.  When his hands were rubbing the crease of my
legs, more of his hands were making contact with my balls than anything
else.  My boner was pointing straight up and jerking with each wild beat of
my heart.

Phillip was explaining to me in almost the same words his mother had used
about how it was normal for me to get an erection from all the touching
there.  At the same time, he was complaining that his towel was slipping
off.  It sure did when he reached down and pulled the tucked in end out.
When I saw both of our boners pointing at each other, I quit worrying about
the application of the goop and started to enjoy the experience.  I think I
can truly say that is the actual point of my sexual awakening.  From there
on, touch and looking took on a whole new aspect.  I began to move my hips
to try to get his hand to come into contact with my dick and balls.  I was
wishing he would grab my dick.  I wanted to get a handful of his, I twisted
around so that I could get the best look at his dick as I could.

At the exact right time, Phillip said it was a good thing that I didn't
have any pubes, that they would get in there and make a mess.  It was as if
it was an invitation for me to touch his pubes.  I reached out and when I
touched the soft skin and hair above Phillip's dick he jumped, and jumped
again as he came back to earth.  I moved my hand back and was a little
afraid to touch it again, I was worried that he didn't like it.  But when
he told me it was cool and that I could touch them, I gently moved my hand
back to his pubes.  His pubes were silky and wispy.  A little tilting of
Phillip's hips and my fingers were on his dick.  Phillip's hand followed my
lead and we were gently stroking each other.  I don't know what broke that
moment but I could have continued that for a long time.  Phillip spoke, and
I didn't comprehend.  He had to ask me three times before I rolled over and
got on my knees so that he could do my back and butt.

The goop did make moving my legs together feel strange.  I wasn't itching
as bad but I did start to feel all the little bumps where the bites were.
Phillip took care of my waist, then the top of my legs.  He had his hands
on each butt cheek when he asked me if it was bad in my crack.  I told him
it itched pretty bad.  He spread my butt and looked.  It sent an electrical
shock up through me when he did that.  There was something about that
hidden area that was especially exciting when it was exposed, and having
Phillip's face just inches away was almost too much.

Phillip said I probably had more bites there than he did.  He asked me if
it itched, he asked me if I wanted him to put the stuff on, he asked me if
I minded him touching me there.  I couldn't talk, just kept nodding.  And
when that big finger full of goop hit my hole, I almost hit the roof.
Phillip rubbed the stuff in all up and down my crack.  I would wait until
his fingers got close to my hole and then jerk enough to make sure he
touched me there.

Then Phillip leaned up against me, whispering in my ear, and I could feel
his boner pressing against my butt cheek.  He asked me if it itched inside
my hole, I nodded.  He asked if he could or should put some stuff in there.
I nodded again.

It seemed like an hour as Phillip ran his finger in and out of my hole.  It
was a most pleasant pain.  I winced and reacted every time he pushed his
finger into me.  I was past shivering and started to shake all over.  I
don't know why he quit but he kept asking me if I was alright.  That kept
me horny all the rest of the day.

 I stayed there with my head on the ground, butt up in the air, and just
couldn't move.  Phillip was right beside me, pulling on his dick, not quite
hard enough to make himself cum but he was building up to it.  I thought
about as soon as I could move, I was going to grab his dick and start
pulling on it for him.  Then, his mother came to the door of the playroom,
shrieked a little bit when it was my bright red little butthole that met
her and then backed up a step and told us to come get the clothes she got.

It was just soft cotton shorts that I had seen Phillip in several times.
We put them on and t's.  It did feel good as the goop started working.

We spent the rest of the day around his house.  We sprayed the mattress
outside, washed more clothes, sprayed Phillips room and tried not to
scratch.  That night at dinner, we talked all about it with Andy and their
father.  It was his father who pointed out the line of bites that ran
across our legs from the knee and angled up.  He said it was from the way
we slept.  He said every time he has checked on us while we were asleep, I
would have my leg over Phillip's.  I had been doing that since we were
little kids.  I never knew that but I knew that part of my leg was sweaty
some times.  It seems that chiggers are happy to just run around on bodies
until something stops them.  Either the top of socks, the edge of
underwear, or a swim suit or tight places like leg creases or under tits.
He looked and smiled at his wife like something had happened in the past.

I was to stay again.  It would have been normal for me to stay there that
night after spending so much time that day there.  My mom wanted to make
sure I didn't bring chiggers into her house.  And it didn't matter all that
much at Phillip's, since we contaminated it already.  About the time that
the itching was so bad that I was wishing for more goop, we were told to go
take another shower.  His mother asked me if I minded doing the goop on
Phillip.  I answered a little too fast, and a little too positive but she
just smiled at told me to have at it.

This was a good shower.  At that time, a shower was considered successful
if I got wet all over.  Since we had all those chigger bites, we needed to
help each other wash.  We took turns washing each other's back.  We paid
particular attention to each other's butts.  We bent down to get a better
look.  I soaped him up so good that I was tempted to take a big bite of his
butt.  But it was when we turned to face each other.  We stood close and
with a bar of soap in hand we started washing each other's bellies.  Then
moving down to the good parts, our hand were matching the other's
movements.  We worked up a bunch of suds as our hands washed balls and
dick.  We were not that gentle and it was feeling wonderful.  It felt like
my boner was straining to get bigger.  Our chests fell against each other
and we supported ourselves by leaning in.  I could hear his breathing in my
ear and it became ragged and fast.

I heard him start to moan and then squeak.  His knees buckled a couple of
times and then he was asking me to stop.  It was only when his hands
grabbed mine and held on that I finally stopped. He got handfuls of my butt
cheeks and held on while pulling me to him.  We let the water wash away the
soap bubbles and got out to dry off.  I felt like I was buzzing, especially
from my balls on up.

As we were drying, Phillip's dad opened the door and told us not to rub the
towels, just pat them to dry off.  He also came in and told us to hop up on
the sink counter.  I still had a boner but with all that was going on, I
didn't even try to hide it.  His father looked and laughed and apologized
for laughing.  He told us some stories about when he was a kid and got into
chiggers.  I started picking and scratching more and more until he let us
go back into the playroom with the jar of chig-a-rest.

My body was shaking as Phillip applied the goop on me.  I was so ready for
another treatment in my hole but he didn't do very much there at all.  Then
when my hands touched Phillip they were almost out of control.  I was so
gentle when I swept all around him.  He hadn't rolled over when I let my
hand go to his dick.  I looked at his face as my hand got close and I could
tell he wasn't going to stop me.  I squeezed it, rubbed it, felt the soft
skin covering the rock hard shaft.  It had to be better than 4 inches long,
a lot of growth over the last year.  It was his balls that were more
amazing really, they hung low instead of the little pouch that I was so
used to seeing.  I finally stopped and finished the back of him.

About that time, his mother came to the edge of the door and asked us if we
wanted some watermelon ice cream.  I always thought that watermelon ice
cream was the ultimate pleasure.  It was better than regular ice cream and
better than the watermelon by itself.  Phillips father made it only on
special occasions in the summer, so it was special.  While it was great
that night, there was some passing from ice cream to sex that also happened
that night.

Phillip and I slipped under the sheet that was spread out on the sleeping
bags on the floor of the playroom.  We had intended to eventually put the
shorts back on but it could wait until after the ice cream.  Andy brought
it in for us and he sat down and enjoyed it with us.  He was nice about our
condition and apologized for laughing earlier in the day.  He said he knew
how it felt but not quite that bad.  Then he told us about how he got bit
while at that same summer camp we went to.  Phillip and I remembered the
time that he was at the nurse's station for so long.  It was when he and
the hiking class of just boys went skinny dipping in a pond.  He said he
got a leach or something that got a big chunk out of his sack.

He pulled down his shorts and pulled his underwear to the side to show us
the scar.  All I saw at first was the brown sack and hairs growing out of
it.  I moved up to take a better look, and Phillip and I bumped heads.  I
was close enough that I got a huge whiff of what I would later recognize.
It was the musk of boy and traces of cum and sweat.  Andy was one of the
cleanest boys I knew but the scent coming from between his legs was
powerful.  I was breathing it in deeply.

Curiosity also got the better of me, I don't know how I was so bold but
Andy has always been nice.  I asked Andy if I could ask him a question.  I
asked him if he actually had hairs growing out of his balls too.  He
laughed a little and said yea, and said it was a cool thing.  Then he
pulled down his shorts and underwear and pulled it sack all around.  I
could see where all the pubes were growing, I got even closer.  I was close
enough that Andy tapped my nose with his semi-hard dick.  We laughed but I
didn't back up that much.  Andy was proud and happy to show off for us.
Phillip was right there looking as well.  With him breathing that close, I
could smell the ice cream on his breath, mixed with Andy's scent, it was
great!

Andy got up and I watched as his dick flopped back and forth.  He shut the
door to the hall and came back and let his short go all the way to his
ankles.  He asked if I had any pubes at all.  I said I didn't think so but
that I may have two.  He told me to get up and let him see.  I stood up and
I let my boner stick out and show for all of its 3 inches.  Both Andy and
Phillip said "cool!" when they saw my boner.  I think it was that night
that we started a code among us that when we asked each other "Are you
cool?" it meant that we had a boner or were at least excited about
something.  That code is still in effect.

Andy pulled me to him.  My leg was touching his dick.  He carefully looked
and studied my dick.  I had never been examined that close by my doctor.
He was gentle when he pushed my dick to the side and pulled my sack up.  I
could feel his dick getting harder against my leg.  Andy then found the two
hairs I suspected as pubes and he did agree.  Phillip then asked Andy if
that meant I could jizz.  No idea what he was talking about again, and I
never did find jizz in the dictionary.

I didn't ask about jizz, but I did ask Andy if his pubes grew in all at
once.  He told us about how they start and where they show up.  We had to
show and compare pit hair, I had a few by that time.  And Andy showed me
how it was starting on Phillip.  He even lightly rubbed his finger over me,
above my dick and he showed me the little fuzz that would be real life
pubes before too long.  As he was feeling me, my hand went to his pubes,
that was a weird feeling, they didn't really feel like hair.  And I was
amazed at how hot it was right there.  It was all coming from his throbbing
dick.

Andy was going to show us something extremely cool when he got called out
to bring the dishes and take the trash out.  Phillip and I got back under
the sheet while he opened the door, just in case his mother was trying to
get another look at me.  Andy didn't come back that evening, but we did
hear him in the bathroom, with something very rhythmic going on.

We had a stack of movies from the store and after we relaxed a little, we
turned off the light and started watching.  Well, the movies played and we
talked.  Our hands would also drift around each other.  I was actually
concentrating on his balls while he moved from my dick, to balls, and even
behind my balls.  Phillip was about to show me something cool and started
stroking his dick.  He told me to do the same thing.  It did feel good but
he told me it was going to feel great in a few minutes.  I was amazed at
all the faces and body contortions that Phillip was making but my dick
wasn't feeling my much greater.  I think Phillip was on the verge of that
great feeling when his dad walked in the room wanting to watch the movie
with us.  We shut down immediately.  Phillip had that guilty face on that
he always had since he was a baby.

It was good it was dark in the room.  For about an hour, we laid under the
sheet, with my dick buzzing and demanding attention.  When I would go and
touch it, I would get yelled at for supposedly scratching the chigger
bites.

We were tired and at the end of the movie we just rolled over and went to
sleep.  But I was thinking about how we did sleep.  And it was interesting
how I rolled over on Phillip and crossed our legs.  I also found my dick
was pressing into his hip.  We probably stayed that way most of the night
but I woke up when the rest of the house was noisy.  I was completely out
from under the sheet.  With a morning boner pointing up, and completely
naked.

Over the next few days, Phillip and I showered at least 3 times a day.  It
just felt that good.  We washed each others dick each time.  I wouldn't
realize it for months later that I was jacking Phillip off all the way to
cumming each time.  With all the soap, I never noticed any cum.  It was a
few days later that Andy did show us what was cool as he jacked off in
front of us and caught a handful of cum.  I wasn't the same after that.  It
was like I signed up for sex ed class.  I would learn a lot and discover
some other things.  My education with Phillip and even Andy would go on for
years.  Our chigger bites did heal before too long.


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