Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:27:57 +0800
From: corran horn <horn1269@gmail.com>
Subject: The Plan - gay/young friends

Disclaimer: This story features two underage boys engaging in questionable
behaviour. If you're not allowed to read this, then don't. If you don't
want to or find it offensive, then I question how you came upon this in the
first place. Comments and suggestions are welcome, but spare me the
flames. Gimme a break, I'm not that good at writing yet, haha.

Note: If you're looking for a quick fap, this ain't your story. I place
heavy emphasis on the backstory and any perverted interactions are milder
than most compared to other similar stories. Whatever smut only happens at
the end and it's only a little bit.

TL;DR  This is a story with sex, not a sex story.

Content Disclaimer: (t/t masturbation)

The main character is a late bloomer on the physical side.

This story is told en media res: hashtags (start- ####, end- ///###///)
denote flahbacks; asterisks (*****) denote scene change/return to present.


(Creds to Matthew Stover for his awesome writing style, some of the
paragraphs are lifted from his style.)

I hope you enjoy yourselves.



|The Plan|



It was simple enough, well, not really...It was one of the most convoluted
plans I've ever created in my entire life. The only simple things about it
would be how it could all go wrong.  He might not come, he might want to do
something else, he might not be keen to the idea, and he might get
suspicious.  So many possibilities for failure! But this opportunity means
so much to me that I've taken pains to actually devise an elaborate
strategy the likes of which I've never conceived in my young life.
It's...all for the sake of curiosity...yeah there's absolutely nothing
wrong about that. It's all normal.

************

###############

"Don't worry, he'll be here in a minute" Marcus said while impatiently
glancing at his watch. My young friend slash protégé had arranged a meeting
between me and another potential recruit...that is to say, an interested
player who wanted to learn the game from me. I felt a feeling of...what was
it, nostalgia? It was only a year or so ago that I taught Marcus how to
play the game and now he's the one introducing to his friends the joys of
our sport. I guess thirteen-year olds are much more inclined to receive
word of mouth persuasion than my own fifteen year-old peers.

Then I saw the new kid come by. Nostalgia--this time I was sure that was
it--hit me like lightning. Apparently the case was the same for him since
both of us shouted, "Hey, it's you?!"  at the same time. We didn't need
introductions. I knew this kid, his name was Josh. We used to be in the
same school bus when we were still both in grade school. I used to play
around with him and the other younger kids up until I was in sixth grade. I
changed schools in middle school and I never saw him again. Well, until
now. I last saw him as a bratty fourth grader. Now at 13, he easily beat my
respectable 5'2" by three inches. His cheekbones were fleshed out and gave
his face a mature feel that would make you think he was older. He had that
air of adolescent swagger that wasn't too overbearing, just enough for him
to assert his maturity. Between the two of us, I was more the kid...and I
was 15.

"Josh, you've...grown."

"Gerry...you...look the same."

"Cheeky bastard!", I retorted, and the three of us laughed.

Soon after, Josh, Marcus and I were chatting it up and I got to teach Josh
the basics of our little hobby, until I got him good enough to play. I was
still kind of reeling from the apparent randomness of our meeting; either
that or it was just fatefully ironic. Either way, I was thrilled to have
re-met an old friend.

///#####################/// ***************

It's already one o' clock. Is he coming or not? Everything has to go
according to the plan. It has to be this day. Either it happens today or
not at all.

First, we'll play some games, the PS3 maybe? Then we'll play cards, on the
pretext of seeing how much he learned from me. Maybe eat a bit later...
then, at 6, it happens...then in my room...and then the masterstroke...so
to speak.

My dad's outside talking on the phone with his contacts. Good, that means
he's accounted for later. My brother's taking a bath for his date; just as
planned, he'll be out of the way. Mom's at work, my sister's at a friend's
house...all I need now is for him to come...

*ding dong*

The doorbell! Alright. That's him, it's showtime.

**************

###############

"I do it every night! And you?" I bragged with a mischievous grin. Marcus,
Josh and I were just walking home from the courts when I suddenly decided
to open up my favourite topic of conversation.

"Uh...of course I do, shut up!" Marcus blushed heavily. Though he's not new
to my jibes, he always was still shy about rather...personal topics such as
this.

Oh, but you know me, I'm the stereotypical class pervert. Every
conversation that includes me will inevitably lead towards discussions
referencing more than your average amount of smut. In fact, all my friends
and classmates knew my perversions so well, nearly every word I say, as
long as it came from my mouth in my voice, sounded perverted to them.
Carrot, finger, rod, fork...you name it. Heck, sometimes I just smile and
they already think I'm undressing them with my eyes. But of course, I did
all my jokes within the reasonable bounds of decency. I never push if
they're not open to such things...so to speak. That said, it's no surprise
that my closest friends, especially the ones that play the game with me
like Marcus and, recently, Josh, have regular exposure to my adult-oriented
humor.

"I don't" Josh said suddenly. He caught my attention just as I was laughing
at Marcus' flustered and reddening face.

"Bullshit" I said. My look of incredulity said it all. Marcus stopped being
a red tomato to look at Josh too.

"No, really, I don't, and never have" Well, he couldn't get more final than
that.

"But all boys do it at this age!" I protested.

"Not me."

"But you'll get blue balls!"

"I never get them."

Josh was unbreakable. Any further attempts to crack his alibi didn't
work. I was restless afterwards. Boys can't not go without doing it! For
one thing, we have a constant need to replace our ball juice every now and
then conscious or not. But Josh said no to wet dreams too. Can't get blue
balls?! Over my dead ass. I knew he was fibbing through his teeth. He's
gotta be, right? It's just impossible.

I'm determined more than ever to get him to fess up. And it's not just a
matter of curiosity either. I'm doing it to make a point.

///################/// ****************

"Sorry, Gerry, I woke up late..." Josh said as he removed his shoes.

"Nah, no problem...so uh...what do you want to do?" Quite unlike me to be
so tense...but I have a tendency of looking and sounding overeager. I
didn't want to seem like `you know what' was the only thing I had in mind
for him...even though it's completely true. Just a few more hours...

He opted to play Assassin's Creed Revelations for a while. I just watched
as he amused himself by playing with Ezio in a way that would make the
assassin master want to commit suicide in shame.

"Haha! See what I did? I'm so awesome!" Josh said in genuine pride.

I just patronized him encouragingly even though his achievement consisted
of a kill streak any player worth his controller would be able to do. He
wasn't even playing this game for the first time; he's been telling me the
past few days how he'd play it every day at his place.

Thing was, Josh was always rather simple minded. I couldn't quite describe
it fully, it's just that he has an ego that was inflated to the point of
occasionally being obnoxious, but at the same time, it was predictable. He
had a habit of glorifying himself in some way, often with fantastically
fictitious feats or fundamentally simple things or what have you...and
either he actually believes it or he's really fibbing through his teeth.

Maybe it was just his budding boy superiority complex, I dunno. But for all
his swagger, he was easily flattered. Well, to me he was. A one track
mind...is that how they call it? You could easily get him to your side with
a bit of prodding. A little praise, encouragement, agreement,
sympathy...Josh was simple, predictable...exploitable.

Wait did I just say that? Note to self: stop internalizing action movie
villains. `Cuz for one thing, it's the heroes, not the villains, who get
laid.

********** ############


My assumption was that Josh, like most boys who weren't me, that is to say,
nearly everyone below my age, was still shy as hell to reveal anything even
remotely related to the insides of his shorts. A reasonable fear, and one
that I've had experience overcoming. Once I've chatted up a friend
considerably, I could get them to talk about their innermost details, if
you will. Actually, if I had a logbook of all my private conversations with
friends regarding their privates, I'd have a catalogue of about 12 boys'
dick sizes, cum schedules and cum disposal methods (if applicable). The
common factor was...they were all one on one conversations.

So I guess that was it...Josh was too shy only because Marcus was there
with us at the time. And that's why tonight, I'm chatting it up with Josh
online. I swear, by the end of tonight, he'll be another statistic in my
hypothetical logbook.  ...  Gm1269: sure you are. I bet you can't even keep
up with my smut

Joshieboy98: is that a dare? Bring it bitch

Gm1269: ok toughguy, let's play 20 questions. No skipping or you're a
wuss. First question, you ever read a porn mag?

Joshieboy98: course I have. My older bro keeps a stack of playboys handy
...  Well, that was a shocker. Josh so easily admitted to actually doing
anything related to sex just as flatly as he said he didn't during our
conversation the other day. My assumption was correct then. He's braver
alone. Time to satisfy my curiosities. And to make my point. I totally
didn't mean anything weird by that.  ...  Gm1269: well, you sure changed
your tune fast. So, what, you jerk off to them?

Joshieboy98: course I do

Gm1269: well, ok then how long's yours when hard?

Joshieboy98: ...  ...  This is it, the big punchline. If he goes for this,
it's smooth sailing all the way. Curiously, talking about his endowments
somehow made me aware of...stirrings...in my loins...natural given the
direction of our talk...but still.  ...  Joshieboy98: four to five inches
give or take.

Gm1269: oh, okay, Mine's about the same size. Well, actually bigger

Joshieboy98: I'm not sure though

Gm1269: whaddaya mean?

Joshieboy98: that was just a rough estimate.

Gm1269: are you saying you're bigger than me?!

Joshieboy98: haha, maybe I am!

Gm1269: cheeky bastard! Ok, let's settle this

Joshieboy98: how?

Gm1269: let's compare with each other the next time you come over. That
way, we'll be definitely sure

Joshieboy98: ohhh...yeah, good idea.  ...  Admittedly, the moment he
mentioned his size, I was struck with an intense curiosity to see his dick
in person. I could try to justify that I'm only doing it to prove I'm
bigger and assert my superiority. But of course that's a load of
bull. Puberty got held up in traffic and I'm not winning any size contests
anytime soon. Thing is, I just wanted to see his, that's all. Plain
curiosity. That's normal for a growing boy, right?

Also, it didn't escape my notice how easily I got him to say yes. `Show and
tell' isn't exactly in line with the conservative culture of our
community. Interesting...if I didn't know any better, I'd say he
was...willing.

///#############/// **********

I chose today of all other days for our little play date for one reason:
today, everyone in the house has some engagement that preoccupies them
enough so much that Josh and I wouldn't attract any notice. What's more
today was the day dad was going to hold a meeting with co-workers in the
living room. That we had reason to vacate the living room was doubly
important.

At 6 PM, it happened. Dad's expected guests rang the doorbell and they
started filing into the living room, occupying every seat available. Dad
took me aside and suggested Josh and I retreat to my room for the time
being. Of course I agreed. It was all according to plan.

When a boy's room only has space for hardly four people to stand at the
same time, and has stacks of books, papers and school related clutter all
around, without anything resembling a TV or game system, the number of fun
activities you could come up with becomes limited.  For a little while, we
sat on the floor and played some cards. It got old quickly because I was
understandably better than him; he was still learning after all, and I
suggested we use my computer.

Now, the only gadget I have in my room was my laptop. When my dad bought
it, he made sure the specs were good...but at the same time he made sure
the specs were terrible for installed games, effectively getting me a
non-gaming laptop...a barren, infertile device that does poorly to
entertain me, so to speak. Something to do with him wanting me to focus on
my studies or some such nonsense.

When a computer is only good for word documents and internet, what's the
only fun thing an adolescent boy could do with it...?

Ever heard of that Avenue Q song, "the internet is for porn"?

All according to plan.

"Hey Josh, check out the porn I have" I said with an especially evil
grin... Which was unceremoniously wiped off my face when he replied...

"Okay!"

Seriously, this boy's willingness made me doubt his true intentions. As
they say, when a plan's going too smoothly...something's terribly wrong.

With great anticipation, I started opening the carefully hidden and
misleadingly placed folders of my personal porn stash. Through my own
prodigious research skills, I've acquired a rather... unusual collection of
materials, coming from various cultures, ages, genders and...fetishes. One
could even say I treated porn with the reverence archaeologists have for
temple ruins or some such, if said archaeologists actually fapped to their
finds.

Anyway, I didn't know what inspired me to do it, but I decided to expose
him to my considerable amount of gay porn and perverted depictions of
well-known boys in cartoons and anime. Admittedly, I amassed this stash
thanks in no small part to my above average interest in boys and
their...personal development, so to speak. It's a normal curiosity I tell
you, especially coming from a boy who had a rather strict upbringing!
Anyway, showing him these might get him to open up about what I have
planned later. That and I knew I'd get a kick out of seeing his freaked-out
expression.

So I opened the vids and pics, and told him to come over and see.

"Whoa, Gerry, what the heck?!" Curiously, he only reacted five seconds
after he was already watching. He backed off quickly as if I put burning
coal on his skin, except, like I said, the burning coal's been there for
five seconds already.

I laughed and told him to calm down and I tried to get him some straight
material. Ok, so maybe my porn stash was 80 percent gay and 20 percent
others. Hey, I said I was curious, alright? Anyway, the other, straight
stuff I showed him were admittedly lacking in quality compared to the
previous gay ones and seemed to actually bore him enough that he suddenly
motioned for me to get off the chair and started to type on the laptop.

"Man, the stuff you have is lame, I'll show you REAL porn" he said with
relish.

I didn't in any of my mental simulations ever conceive an eventuality like
this happening. As they say, when a plan goes too well, you're gonna get
screwed...which contextually speaking, wouldn't be out of place in the
current situation.

He started googling sites I never even thought of going to, or sites that I
knew about but derided. The charm of big, lusty, busty women gets old,
fast, for me at least. Suddenly, he opens this site about a girl that
apparently makes a living off of reporting the weather, while getting
bukkake'd every few seconds. Thus, I met Maria Ozawa.

Admittedly, Maria Ozawa was pretty, and I was fairly intrigued how she
could keep playing her supposed role while having random men spooge on her
face. Meh, sure, that was interesting, but my attention was more fixed on
Josh. He was...fidgeting. This only meant one thing.

The masterstroke I mentioned? It's time to bring it out...so to speak.

"Josh, this is way hot dude..." I said with the appropriate facial cues and
voice modulation. Did I mention that I'm thinking of performing in our
theatre club?

"Yeah, see, I told you Gerry, this stuff is way better than the ones you
got. Haha!"

"Damn right. Y'know, Josh, this is so hot..."

 "I need to..." and without much further ado, I slipped my hand into my
shorts and began to move my hand in a way that any culture in the world
would recognize as the act of fondling one's self.  But of course, I was
less doing this to pleasure myself and more of provoking Josh to copy my
actions.

"Hey, remember we have to compare sizes. This is getting me hard
already. We can only compare when we're hard y'know..."

"Oh, uhm, okay I guess..."

Sure enough, Josh looked at me...and the apparently gyrating fist in my
shorts and slipped his own hand in his pants and started rubbing
himself. All according to plan. But then...

It's already been ten whole minutes and we were just watching the vid
without saying anything. I was already definitely hard, but more because of
the fact that I was manhandling my dick more than the fact that I was
watching Maria Ozawa. But Josh was...he seemed like he was still trying
hard to uh...get hard.

"Hey Josh, I'm hard now, let's compare!"

"Uhm, not yet...I can't get hard..."

"Er, what?"

"I dunno, It's like I'm not horny enough..."

"..." I was speechless. Again, I didn't count on this. My assumption was
that all boys, in the face of porn and even the slightest stimulation, will
get hard. My internal alarm bells were signalling a red alert. The plan
could fall apart any minute.

"Josh, try doing it on my bed. It always feels better when I do it there" I
suggested.

"Okay", he lied down and started stroking himself in his shorts while I
watched. I could tell he was trying real hard, so to speak. But after a
while he said it was no good. My brain went into overdrive. I needed to
salvage the situation and fast. At this point, I was in a panic; whatever I
did next wouldn't be part of the plan and I wouldn't have thought about it
carefully enough. Oh, and never mind the fact that he was fondling himself
in the very same bed where I sleep.

And it was in this state of mind that I further suggested..."Hey Josh, let
me try something..."

"Wha...?!" I put my hands inside his shorts and felt him up through his
briefs. I figured that this would finally get him to bone up; my research
into erotic literature told me as much. But still...this was never a part
of the plan. The plan was that I was just gonna look at Josh's dick through
our size contest, that's all. I never dreamed that I'd actually
be...touching--manhandling--his dick. Speaking of dick...

"Dude, what the...is this your dick?!"

"Yeah, why?"

"Dude!" My bewilderment was justified. I was feeling his dick through his
briefs and I felt...A LOT. I was mapping out his whole groin with my hands
just to make sure it was his dick I was actually feeling, and not say,
extra groin fat folds or whatever. Well, I'm now definitely sure that was
his dick...and it was HUGE. I felt hugely overwhelmed by its sheer
girth. And I was just feeling it through his briefs still!

Through all my amazement, it somehow sort of escaped my mind how easily he
let me into his pants.

"Dude...this is...this is huge!"

"Yeah, I'm kinda big..."

"Screw `kinda'" I said.

"Ok, stop, I'll try it again" I took my hand from his pants as he got up
from my bed and started to vigorously fondle himself. He seemed really into
it too, his eyes were closed and he threw his head back...finally...

"Ok! I think this is it, I'm getting hard!"

"Great, lemme see!" Finally, we have results!

"Uhm...I dunno..."

Crap. We're at the most critical part of the operation and then this! He's
hesitating! Of all the times in the world! Just one little slip, a
mismanaged reply, a misinterpretation of intention...and everything
shatters! But maybe...! There's one last hope. Time to bring out the big
guns. Well...in my case, maybe not so much. But that's not the point!

With a final hesitant shiver, I hooked my thumbs on the top of my shorts
and undies and removed both of them in one swift, fluid motion.

For a few long, agonizing seconds, the world seemed to fall silent as a
four-inch penis tasted the sweet air of freedom in front of a living
witness for the first time in many years. Perhaps the most striking feature
of this penis was that it was impossibly hard and throbbing, furthermore,
it was mine.

Josh took a long, hard look at me. A specific part of me that is. Staring
right back at him was my pride and joy, four inches with a cut head, its
angry red helmet ready for conquest. Escorting it to battle were two
hardened baby-makers whose fragile, loose quarters had smatterings of ebony
hair bristles. That clandestine troop was crowned by a respectable
outgrowth of shiny black barbed wires on top of a mound that resembled the
glory of Bunker Hill.

I find it quite more dignifying to refer to my most sacred appendages in
fantastic metaphors...

Seeing my unabashed display, and my expectant look, Josh breathed an
audible sigh of resignation and dropped his pants.

I am not, as a rule, given to either extreme profanity or vulgarity. But
when faced with a giant behemoth with an angry crimson head, with pulsating
veins and a girth that looked like it couldn't fit in my fist, I might be
forgiven for indulging in both.

"Holy fuck..."

Josh let me have a good look. He said online that his was four to five
inches long. Well, screw that. The whole length of his enormous shaft was
easily six...maybe even seven inches! And boy was it big! It was so thick
around that I couldn't even think of a coin to compare it with. Actually it
wasn't even a cylinder. It was freakin' trapezoid! It was so huge; his
glans looked a bit smaller and comically out of place on top of that
intimidating man-cannon of his. I never once looked at his face while I
inspected his armaments. But I could tell somehow, he was smirking.

"Dude, forget the contest. You win hands down..." I replied weakly while
still looking at his monster.

"Looks like it wasn't even a contest...hehe" I was too shocked to even
think of a retort.

"You said...you said you were just four or five..."

"Well, I told you I wasn't sure"

"You...suck at math..." This was the only thing I could say as my hand, as
though compelled by some unseen force, went slowly, let me reiterate
"slowly", towards his gigantic piston and well, grasped it. If anything, at
the very least I proved my earlier assumption that I couldn't wrap a fist
around it. Again, at the time I totally didn't care that Josh seemed to
actually want what I was doing, seeing as he had no objections to my
ministrations.

Oh, but don't judge me! I swear, I was being controlled or something.
Something even greater than me, something that didn't give a rat's ass
about any sort of plans mortals like me could make...that thing, whatever
the hell it is, compelled me to just, touch it! My hand was on auto-pilot!
I was hardly thinking at the time. All I remember in my head was how
impossibly big it was and...elephants...cuz' you know, it looked like a
huge elephant's trunk, and elephants are huge...it makes sense right?

Without any prompting from the apparently amused Josh, I started to slowly
jack his jumbo sausage. It felt so strange in my hands. I could feel every
ridge, every pulsing vein, even the rushing blood. It was rough to touch,
or maybe, "defined" was the better word. It was stiff as much as a muscle
could ever go, but still retained that sense of softness flesh has. I just
kept at it, stroking and stroking. I didn't even give a thought to myself,
my dick had long since deflated out of sheer intimidation and awe.

To the common viewer, one would see two boys naked from the waist down, the
shorter of the pair kneeling down in front of the other who was seated on
the bed. The shorter boy was steadily masturbating the taller boy's
engorged gigantic phallus with a strange, fixated look in his eyes.

But of course, the deeper implications wouldn't be apparent. I was overcome
with a sense of...submission? I stared at the thick pole in front of me
with such...intensity...you could even say it was reverence. My hands, ever
so carefully and earnestly pleasuring it, seemed as though they were
fulfilling a sacred duty. Yeah, I pretty much lost it. When I saw Josh's
colossal man-meat, I think my brain blew a fuse.

"I think I'm nearly there...!" I was vaguely aware that Josh would cum
soon. I just kept stroking. His body was slightly rocking on my bed as I
continued at my pace. After a while, his breathing tensed up and I was
finally snapped out of my reverie. I stopped stroking him and just gripped
his dick as tight as I could. This seemed to drive him to the edge.

"That's it! I'm gonna...!" Time seemed to stand still at that moment. I saw
his piss slit dilate in anticipation of the outburst, his muscles all
tightened up, his dick included. I gripped his shaft more and angled it so
I was staring his piss slit eye to eye...so to speak. You may think of me
as crazy, but for one fleeting second, one insane second, I imagined what
it would have felt like to have his mega dick in my mouth. I never imagined
giving blowjobs to anyone I knew, never mind this was only the first time
I've ever seen someone else's dick and of course, let alone pleasure it to
climax.

But that moment came and went the same time Josh did. His body was
convulsing rather vigorously, but his ejaculation was more controlled, one
would've expected a weapon of that magnitude to fire ammunition the way
Nerf water guns try to shoot your eye out. However, Josh merely dribbled,
albeit a whole lot, into my hand and it spilled messily on the floor.

I finally, fully, snapped out of my stupor and realized that I just jacked
off my younger friend. I can't even begin to describe the maelstrom of
emotions and thoughts that ran inside my head. For Josh's part though, he
seemed to have enjoyed his catharsis.

"Sorry about the mess, Gerry..."

"No, no, it's okay..." I said absently as I picked a random shirt from my
hamper and wiped his juices off of me and my floor. I made a mental note to
remove that shirt from my list of wearable clothes.

We looked at each other and...well, well nothing. I couldn't think or say
anything. For his part though, he had a shit-eating grin that I think was
supposed to mean there was a sort of nonverbal thing that passed between
us, I dunno.

After a long while of cleaning up, Josh used my computer a bit more before
saying he had to go.

"So, Gerry, let's play again next week, right? I'm free on Thursday. Maybe
Invite Marcus too..." He said this so non-chalantly as if nothing happened.
I was surprised but...I realized that Josh might be the kind of person that
doesn't dwell too much on things, or the type that doesn't make a fuss
about much of anything. Maybe.

"Sure thing. Just careful with that elephant of yours!" I even had the
heart to joke with him now.

"What, screw you and your acorn! Haha!"

*****************

So that's what happened between Josh and I that fateful November 21st.
Strangely, or not, Josh and I continued being friends as normal as if
nothing happened...except we didn't pretend it never happened. We often
reference it and make fun of each other for it. "Elephant" had been my new
coined term of affectionate insult for him while he returned the gesture by
calling me "acorn", much to the chagrin of our other friends who didn't
know what the crap we were on about. Though, being me, people guessed it
had something to do with sex; it's just that they can't fathom how an
elephant could ever be involved.

We never told anyone, but I feel like you should know, Kurt, since you're
our mutual friend, and I trust you a lot. Josh is one of my stranger
friends, but I don't resent anything since it was because of him that you
and I met again in the first place. This story might sound weird...
and...sensitive; I told it from how I remembered and felt back then, but I
know you won't get grossed out because you're open minded anyway, right?
Don't think any lesser of me, or Josh. That's why I'm telling you this in
the first place. I need you to be my impartial observer and my trusted
confidant.

All this is a hundred percent true and I swear by Maria Ozawa as my
witness.

As always, you have my thanks. I'm sorry if I caused you any unwanted
homo-erotic dreams.

-Gerry

P.S. sometimes at night, I still wonder about Josh. About his willingness
and complacency and stuff. Sometimes I wonder if he wanted it or...I
dunno. All I'm saying is, sometimes, I feel like the plan... wasn't
actually my own.