Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2007 16:07:25 -0800 From: LizardGuy . <lizardguy20@hotmail.com> Subject: "When You Were Ten, Part 2" "When You Were Ten, Part 2" by Lizardguy e-mail and msn: lizardguy20@hotmail.com ################################################################################ Warning: This story describes sexual interactions between a 10 year old boy and a 15 year old boy. Don't read this story if it's illegal for you to do so, or if you find such material offensive. Also, this is only a fantasy. 15 year old boys should never have sexual contact with 10 year old boys in real life. ################################################################################ -------- Prologue -------- Do you remember what happened in Part 1? In Part 1 you were a 10 year old boy named Ryan. You met a 15 year old guy in your neighborhood named Derek. You and Derek played a racecar game on his Xbox and then wrestled each other on his bed. Then he pulled down your shorts and underwear when you weren't expecting it. But then you got to see Derek's wiener, which was big, hard, and hairy. Derek told you to come back at 10:00 AM the next day after his mom left. Here's what happens the next morning.... ---------------- The Next Morning ---------------- Since you left Derek's house, you've been thinking a lot about all the stuff that happened in his bedroom. His racecar video game was really cool. Maybe you can get an Xbox and the racing game for your birthday or for Christmas. And then there was all the "naked stuff" that happened. Why did Derek pull your pants down? Maybe he was just playing a joke on you. Or maybe he wanted to know what your wiener looked like. In any case, you got to see his wiener, too. It was a lot bigger than yours, and it had hair on it. It's 9:30 AM. Derek told you to come to his house at 10:00 after his mom left. Why doesn't he want you to come when his mom's home? Maybe she's mean and doesn't like when he has friends over. You decide to go outside to play for a while and then go to Derek's house. Maybe he'll let you play his racecar game again. "Mom, I'm going out to play." "Not now, Ryan. I'm taking you to the mall." "I don't wanna go to the mall." "They're having a sale. I need you there to try on shirts and pants. "No, mom. Pleeeease. I don't need new clothes. I wanna go out and play." "Stop whining, Ryan. Or you're going to go to your room after we get back from shopping." This really stinks. You want to go to Derek's house, but now you can't go. You HATE going clothes shopping with your mom. ----------- At the Mall ----------- Your mom drives you to the mall and takes you to the store where they're having the sale. Your mom looks at a rack of pants in the boys department. The sign says 30% off. Who cares about sales and pants and 30% off? You want to be at Derek's house. He's probably mad because you didn't show up. Your mom hands you a pair of pants and a shirt. "Go in the dressing room and try these on." You walk to the dressing room, carrying the shirt and dumb tan pants. After you close the door, you take off your shoes, pull down your shorts, and take off your t-shirt. You look in the dressing room mirror and see a 10 year old boy wearing socks and white briefs looking back at you. You put on the pants and shirt and go out in the store and find your mom. She examines you to make sure the new clothes fit. "The length looks OK. Is there enough room in the crotch?" "Yes, mom. They fit. Can we go now?" "Maybe we should get one size larger so you can grow into them." "OK. We'll get one size larger. Let's just get them and go." "I told you before to stop whining, Ryan. You don't want to get clothes that don't fit, do you?" She hands you another pair of pants. "Try these on. Let's see if they're too big." You go back to the dressing room, put on the new pants, and show your mom. She's satisfied with the size. Yes! You change back into your shorts and t-shirt, go back in the store, and hand your mom the pants. "We should get you some new underwear, too." She picks up a pack of white Hanes briefs. You remember the Homer Simpson boxers that Derek was wearing. "Can I get boxers this time?" Your mom puts the briefs down and picks up a pack of Hanes boxerbriefs. "How about boxerbriefs? That's what your dad wears." "OK." You mom takes the clothes to a cash register and pays for them. You're very happy that that's over with. Clothes shopping is soooo boring. ----------------- At the Food Court ----------------- After your mom's done paying, she takes you to the mall food court for lunch. "Where do you want to eat?" You look at all the different eating places. "Let's eat at McDonalds." "OK. What do you want?" "A hamburger, french fries, and a coke." While waiting in line with your mom, you feel like you have to pee. You look over and see a sign that says "Restrooms". "I'm gonna go to the bathroom, mom." "OK. If I'm not in line when you get back, I'll be sitting over there." She points to an empty table. You walk towards the "Restrooms" sign, go down a short hallway, and walk through the door that says "Men". There are three urinals. You pick the one on the left. As soon as you pull the front of your shorts down and take your wiener out, you hear someone else come in. It's an older guy around your dad's age. Instead of using the urinal on the right, he walks up to the one in the middle right next to yours. You like to have privacy when you're in the bathroom. Why couldn't he pick the urinal that was farthest away? You step a little closer to the urinal so he can't peek. It's hard to start peeing with someone standing right next to you, but you have to pee so bad that eventually it starts flowing out. The guy looks over at you. "Hi, kid. My name's Alan. What's your name?" This guy's making you feel a little uncomfortable. You decide that it's best to not tell him your real name. "I'm Derek." "Hi, Derek." The man takes a small step back away from the urinal. You can't help but notice his wiener. It's big and hairy just like your dad and Derek's wieners. And it seems to be getting bigger. He turns toward you, giving you a better look. "Do you want to watch it get hard?" You don't answer him. You just continue staring at it and watching it grow. "I showed you mine. Now can I see yours?" "No." "Please, Derek. If you show it to me, I'll give you $5. And if you let me touch it, I'll give you $10." "I can't. I gotta go eat lunch now. My mom's outside waiting for me." You quickly leave the restroom without flushing the urinal or washing your hands. That guy was creepy. As you approach the table where your mom's sitting, you look back. You see the guy leave the restroom, look over at you and your mom, and then scurry away. Your mom hands you your food. "I hope you remembered to wash your hands." "I did...... Mom?" "What?" You pause. "Nothing." You decide to not tell her about the guy. -------------------- Later That Afternoon -------------------- You and your mom get back home from the mall at around 1:00 PM. You decide to go to Derek's house and see if he still wants to play today. You hope he's not mad at you for not showing up at 10:00. As you approach his house, you see him outside alone, playing basketball. He sure must like basketball -- that's what he was doing the first time you met him. He sees you as you approach. "Ryan, where were you? I was waiting all morning and you never showed." He seems to be a little annoyed. "I'm sorry. I tried to come, but my mom made me go to the mall to shop for clothes." "That sucks. I wanted us to do stuff in my bedroom, just like yesterday." "We can still play. I don't have to go home for a long time." "We can't do anything now. My mom's home." You still don't understand why you can't play at Derek's house when his mom's home. "Doesn't your mom let you bring friends in your house?" "Yeah. But we can't do anything fun when she's around. Come back tomorrow morning at 10:00." "OK." "You'll show up this time, won't you?" "Yeah. I promise." ---------------------------- The Next Morning at 10:00 AM ---------------------------- You arrive at Derek's house at 10:00 AM the next morning. His mom's car isn't in the driveway and he seems to be VERY happy to see you. "You showed up!" "I told you I'd be here." "Let's go to my room." You follow Derek to his bedroom and he closes the door. "Can we play your racecar game again?" "Maybe in a little while. Let's do some other stuff first." "Like what?" "Do you remember when we pulled each other's pants down?" "Yeah." How could you forget? Derek made you close your eyes and then he pulled down your shorts and underwear when you weren't expecting it. He was looking at your wiener, which was a little embarrassing. Then you got to see his. It was big and hard and hairy. "Well, here's my idea. I thought maybe we could take our pants off again and both be naked." "I don't know...." "Come on, Ryan. Pleeeease...." "Sometimes I don't like getting naked." "Why not?" "I don't know. I just don't." "OK. How about this? I'll get naked and you can take everything off except your underwear." You think that's a better idea. A lot of times you hang out around your house wearing nothing but your briefs. And it was sort of neat seeing Derek's wiener before. You want to get another look at it. "OK. We can do that." "Cool!" Derek takes off his shirt, shoes, and socks, and then stands in front of you. "Now pull down my shorts and boxers." "Do you have a boner like the last time?" "Yeah. I have a HUGE boner. Pull down my pants and you'll see it." You reach out and grab the waistbands of Derek's pants and boxers. You pull them down and his boner pops out. It's big and hard and pointing up in the air, just like the last time. "Now let me undress you." Derek starts taking off your clothes piece by piece. First your shirt. Then your shoes. Then your socks. And finally he pulls down your shorts. Your wearing only your white Fruit of the Loom briefs. You look at Derek's face. He's looking right where your wiener is. "Are you sure you don't want to be naked, too?" "No. I don't think so." "OK. Do you wanna play the racing game now?" "Yeah!" As Derek sets up the game, you excitedly climb up on the bed and grab the controller. The game begins and you start driving. This game is so much fun! Derek sits behind you, just like the last time you played. His boner is pressed right up against the back of your butt. He puts his right hand on your naked thigh with his finger next to the leg band of your underwear. "You're really good at this game." "I think I'm doing better than the last time." As you continue racing your car, Derek slowly slips his finger underneath the leg band and rests it right next to your ballsac. His finger is inside your underwear. You feel Derek press his finger against the side of your ballsac. "Hey, what are you doing?" "Nothing. Keep playing. You're doing real good." You continue playing -- half paying attention to the game and half paying attention to what Derek is doing. Your wiener is also curious about what Derek is doing. It starts to wake up and grow into it's "interested" state -- not a hard boner, but also not a sleeping, floppy worm. Derek sticks his hand a little deeper into your underwear and rubs his finger on your wiener. "You're touching my wiener." "You touched mine the last time." Derek's right. Two days ago you poked his boner and made it sway back and forth. "You better stop, or you're gonna make me crash." "Just keep driving. I'm gonna try to make your wiener hard like mine." As you continue racing, Derek rubs his finger over your wiener. Soon, more of his fingers slip inside your briefs. Derek touches, rubs, and squeezes all of the body parts that make you a boy: your two tender balls, your soft, fleshy shaft, and the little mushroom head that sits on top of it. Eventually, Derek's fondling causes your wiener to become more than "interested". It starts to grow into a boner. "Cool. You're getting a boner." It gets harder and harder until.... CRASH!!! You crash the car. And just like the last time you played, Derek knocks you over onto the bed to accentuate the violent collision. "Was that fun?" "Yeah. But why were you touching my wiener?" "I just wanted to see if it could get hard like mine. And it did." You both look down at the hard, tubular lump in the front of your briefs. "I have another idea for something we can do." "What?" "Lay down on your back and I'll show you." You lie down and look up at Derek. His wiener looks very, very hard. What's he going to do? "How many wieners do you have in your underwear?" "One." That was a dumb question. All boys have one wiener. "Do you wanna have two wieners in your underwear?" Suddenly, you understand what Derek wants to do. "You wanna put your wiener in my underwear?" "Yeah. It'll be fun. Do you wanna try it?" "OK." Derek gets on his hands and knees with his wiener positioned near the leg of your briefs. He lifts up the leg of your undies and slides his boner inside. You can feel his big, hard boner touching your little, hard boner. "My dick's rubbing right up against yours. This is so fucking hot. Yours is still hard, right?" "Yeah. I think so." Derek starts to move his hips front and back. As he does this, his boner slides back and forth over your wiener and his balls rub over your thigh. He keeps thrusting his hips back and forth... back and forth... You look up and see that Derek's mouth is open, he's breathing heavier than normal, and he has a look of pleasure on his face. Suddenly, he starts to thrust faster and lets out a moaning sigh. The thrusting stops and you feel something warm and wet inside your underwear. Derek takes his wiener out of your briefs and sits down on the bed. You look down and see a wet spot seeping through your undies. What is that? You reach your hand inside your underwear and feel something gooey. You take your hand back out and look at it. Strands of a snotty substance are connecting your fingers. "Ewww. That's gross. What is it?" "It's cum. Don't you know what cum is?" You heard kids talk about cum, but you never saw it before. You tell Derek what you know about it... "It's what boys squirt out of their wieners into girls to make babies." "That's right. But you don't need a girl to cum. I do it all the time." "You do?" "Yeah. Almost every day. I dare you to taste it." You take a close look at it. It looks gross. "I don't wanna." "Please. I double dare you. Just taste a little bit." You decide that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to take a little taste. You stick out your tongue and lick a little bit of the slimy substance off your finger. It has a weird flavor that doesn't taste too good. But it doesn't taste too bad either. "Does it taste good?" "No. But it's not horrible." "I dare you to eat all of it." You look at Derek's gooey wiener snot on your fingers. There's a lot of it. "No way. I don't wanna eat any more." "OK. You don't have to." You realize that there's a lot more cum inside your underwear. It feels wet, squishy, and gross. "Derek?" "Yeah?" "I think I have to clean my underwear." "You're right. I just blew a huge load in there. If your mom finds cum stains in your undies, she'll flip out. Take them off, and I'll help you clean up." You still feel a little uncomfortable with Derek seeing you naked. "I think I'll go to the bathroom and clean up myself." "OK. It's down the hall on the left." You enter the bathroom, close the door behind you, and pull off your underwear. You look down and see Derek's cum all over your balls and wiener. Some even ran below your balls, towards your butt. You take some toilet paper, wipe up the sticky goo, and throw the toilet paper in the toilet. Then you look inside your briefs and see more cum in the pouch. Derek sure made a mess! Maybe sometime he'll let you watch it shoot out of his wiener. That must look really cool. You get more toilet paper and clean the cum out of your underwear the best you can. The material still looks a little damp, but you got most of it out. You bring the undies up to your nose and sniff the damp spot. It smells a little "cummy", but it's not too bad -- your mom probably won't notice it. You put your undies back on and go back to Derek's room. "Are you all cleaned up, little dude?" "Yeah." "Cool.... You have to go because my mom will be back soon. But first I wanted to give you something." Derek reaches in his desk drawer and pulls out stapled papers with type-writing on them. "What's that?" He hands it to you. "It's a story I found on the internet." You hate reading -- especially during summer vacation. The title says "Clubhouse Initiation". "What's it about?" "It's a sex story, so you have to promise not to show it to anyone. Do you promise?" "Yeah. I promise." "Read it when you're alone. And then come back tomorrow at 10:00. We can talk about the story and do some other fun stuff." You fold the papers up, put them in your pocket, and walk home. ----------------------- A Message to the Reader ----------------------- Do you have a boner? If you do, then send me an e-mail: lizardguy20@hotmail.com That's the only way for me to know if anyone likes my stories. If you want to chat on msn, my user name is: lizardguy20@hotmail.com I currently have three chapters of "When You Were Ten" written. I'll post Chapter 3 in a week or two. If you want to read some of my other stories (including "Clubhouse Initiation"), look for LizardGuy in the Prolific Authors section at Nifty. ################################################################################