Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2023 03:00:26 +0000
From: Vance Von Jungsburg <vereinington@protonmail.com>
Subject: Hung: A Memoir (Gay/Adult-Youth)

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HUNG: A MEMOIR

"Five bucks?" I said, making sure I'd heard Brady right. "You're
gonna give me five bucks to see my penis?"

"Rob said it was huge," Brady answered, just above a whisper.

I looked around the school hallway to see if anyone was close enough to
hear our conversation. It wouldn't seem that unusual for an eighth
grader like me to be talking to a kid one year beneath him. Besides, that
kid was the younger brother of my best friend, Rob.

"Where?" I asked, again glancing around the hallway.

"The bathroom by the science rooms?" Brady suggested. "Right after
school?"

I took a deep breath. "Ok."

I spent the rest of the afternoon in fluttery anticipation. Five dollars
for ten seconds of work was a good payout. I tried to do the math in my
head - how much would I make in an hour if I earned $5.00 every ten
seconds? Six times five was 30, 30 times 60 was... $1800! If I showed my
penis every ten seconds for an hour and got paid five bucks each time
I'd be on my way to being rich.

But part of my giddiness was also the idea that I'd be flashing my cock
at another boy. Brady was a cute dark haired kid with pale skin and blue
eyes. I'd never thought about him sexually, but now that he was asking to
see my penis, I began to see him in a different way.

After the final bell rang I stood by the science rooms waiting for Brady.
A few minutes later I saw him stride down the hall looking side to side
as he approached me.

"Ok," he said, glancing at my crotch. I followed him into the bathroom
and watched him look under the stalls for occupants. He opened the door
to the disabled stall and stepped in. I followed.

Brady latched the door and looked at me with expectation.

"Where's my five bucks?" I asked.

Brady fished a crumpled bill out of his front pocket.

I felt weightless and lightheaded as I unzipped my navy blue school
trousers. This was really happening.

I pulled my soft penis out of my boxer briefs.

"Wow!" Brady said in a husky pre-teen whisper. "It's huge."

He leaned in to get a closer look. "How much bigger does it get?"

I shrugged.

"Get it hard," he demanded.

"Uhh..." I stammered.

"I'll give you another five," he said.

I began stroking myself.

"Let me see your balls," Brady whispered as he sat on the toilet seat
to get his eyes level with my crotch.

I pulled my pants and underwear to mid thigh and continued rubbing my
penis. Brady's eyes were focused on my manipulations. It made getting
fully erect easy.

"Damn, bro. That's a monster," he said, just under his breath.

Brady reached for my penis and I pulled away with a jerk.

"Five more to let me touch it," he said. The words gushed out so fast i
barely registered them.

I looked at Brady kneeling in front of me. I knew it was a bit gay to
show my penis to another boy but to actually let him touch me was
crossing a line.

Before I could answer Brady had his hand around my cock. A jolt of
pleasure swept through my body. No one had ever touched my hard penis
besides myself.

The younger boy caressed the length of my erection with gentle strokes,
then cupped my balls. I felt his thin fingers rubbing the area behind my
scrotum, which sent peals of pleasure through my abdomen into my chest.

Brady's eyes were inches from my penis. His expression showed
fascination and something else.

The kid licked his lips and looked up at my face. "Let me try to suck
it," he said, a little too loud.

"No!!" I laughed, not knowing how to react.

"Five bucks," he offered.

"Fine," I huffed. I'd already crossed many lines in the past five
minutes.

Brady leaned forward and opened wide like he was at the dentist. For a
brief moment I worried that he wouldn't be able to get his mouth around
my penis but his lips stretched to accommodate the head of my erect cock.
I was surprised at how warm his mouth felt on the inch and a half of my
penis he was able to swallow.

I let out a quiet gasp as Brady sucked the tip and caressed the length.
His left hand reached up to fondle my balls. The view I had of the cute
dark haired boy on his knees with his mouth around my cock and his eyes
wide open sent a shudder of desire through my chest.

After fifteen seconds of tentative sucking Brady pulled off and stood up,
wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his hoodie. I felt a stab of
disappointment that the act was over. I wasn't even close to cumming.

The boy pulled a twenty out of his wallet.

"Give me back the five," he whispered as he offered me the bill.

I did a quick calculation in my head:
Five bucks to see it.
Five bucks to get it hard.
Five bucks to touch it.
Five bucks to suck it.

I handed Brady the five and took the twenty.

After Brady left I jerked off in the stall, aiming my powerful jets of
cum into the school toilet.

*****

"Hey, Joey."

The voice came from behind me as I stood at my school locker two days
after my encounter with Brady.

I turned to see a small blonde seventh grader. I didn't know him but I
knew his name. Aiden. He was a kid that everyone assumed was gay.
Slightly effeminate and bad at sports, he was friends with the cutest
girls in school. Even the eighth grade girls let him hang out with them
as if he was their adorable little pet.

"Someone told me..." Aiden stopped, then began again in a quieter voice
as he glanced around like someone about to shoplift a candy bar.

"Someone told me your cock is giant and you'll show it for five
dollars," he gushed in a whisper.

I didn't say anything for a few seconds. I looked at the blond boy with
the asymmetrical fall of bangs and his hair cut short on the sides and
back. The hairstyle made his ears stick out but he was cute.

"Yeah," I said.

Again there was silence to the point that I wondered if I should say
something else.

Aiden handed me something. "Can you come by my house after school?"

I looked at the cardstock rectangle in my hand. It was a business card.
What kind of seventh grader hands out business cards?

Aiden Kelley
15 Cactus Tree Circle
Las Vegas, NV 89129
702 555 1279

"Yeah," I said. "I'll come by right after school lets out."

Two hours later I approached Aiden's house. Knots of nervous
anticipation gripped my stomach.

I knocked quietly rather than ringing the doorbell.

The door opened almost before I finished my knock.

"Come in," Aiden said. "I'm home alone."

I stepped inside and smelled something good.

"I made Hot Pockets," Aiden said. "Want one?"

"Sure," I answered, trying to sound cool. But my insides felt like they
were roiling.

Aiden handed me a paper plate with a Hot Pocket. "Pepperoni."

I noticed he'd changed from his school uniform into a tank top and thin
cotton shorts. His slim tanned arms and legs were smooth and appealing.

I sat at the kitchen bar and took a bite of the Hot Pocket. Aiden sat
down on the stool next to me without a plate.

"You're not having one?" I asked.

"Nah, I'm not hungry."

What a weird kid, I thought to myself.

I ate in silence for a bit then looked at Aiden.

"So you're friends with Isabella Rains," I said. "She's hot."

"Yeah, I've seen her tits," he said.

"What!" A bolt of jealousy pieced my chest.

"They're nice. But I'm not really a boobs guy," Aiden said. He looked
at my crotch.

It was time.

I stood up and looked at Aiden. "Five bucks."

"All I have is a twenty," he said. "What do I get for that?"

I cursed Brady silently. He'd told this kid everything.

"Fine," I said, unbuttoning my pants.

I fished my cock out of my underwear and thrust my hips towards Aiden.

His eyes opened wide. "It is big!" He said. Then in a whisper,
"Huge... Get naked."

I looked around, unsure about undressing in an unfamiliar kitchen.

Aiden sensed my trepidation. "We can go to my room."

I followed him down the hall with my cock hanging out, bouncing with each
step I took. By the time we reached his room I was fully hard.

Aiden shut his bedroom door. "Okay," he urged.

I looked around the twelve-year-old's room. Stuffed animals were piled
high on his pillow. A Britney Spears poster was pinned to the wall above
his headboard.

A mix of fluttery anticipation and nervous energy flooded my body. I sat
on Aiden's bed to remove my shoes and socks, then pulled my school polo
shirt over my head. As I stood to take my pants off I saw Aiden watching
me like a coyote looking at a chicken. I dropped my pants and boxer
briefs in a single motion and stepped out of them.

"Oh god!" Aiden huffed. "That cock looks so huge on you."

I wasn't a big kid: 5' 4" and barely 100 pounds. I'd only recently
noticed my penis had grown, along with the small patch of wispy pubes
above it. But I had nothing to compare it to. The reactions of Brady and
Aiden told me I had something between my legs that caused surprise and
wonder.

"I gotta know," Aiden said, reaching into his desk drawer. I saw that
he held a clear plastic ruler.

The feeling of Aiden's warm hand on my hard cock caused a shudder to
course through my body. He held the ruler against the length of my
erection.

"Eight... and a half inches." He sounded like a scientist conducting an
experiment. I felt his hand cup my scrotum.

"Big balls, too," he said.

"Have you seen a lot of penises?" I asked, trying to confirm how
unusual my size was.

"A few," he said. "I can suck it, right?".

"You got the twenty?" I asked.

Aiden pulled a bill out of his desk drawer and handed it to me.

"Sit on my bed," he directed.

I clutched the bill and sat.  Aiden knelt in font of me and put his hands
on my knees to spread my legs. He gripped my cock and leaned in.

In under a week I'd now had two mouths on my penis. Unlike Brady's
tentative explorations Aiden approached the act with sloppy enthusiasm,
pulling me down his throat then retreating to lick my cock head and
stroke my balls. My past masturbatory fantasies had involved girls, but
my imagination had never come close to the feelings Aiden was generating
in my lower body.

After a few minutes of frantic sucking and slurping Aiden withdrew his
mouth and moved his jaw around as if he was loosening it up.

"I've never sucked one this big," he explained.

"Who else have you sucked?" I asked in a gasp of expelled breath..

"Brady Klein... Jared Dennison... a couple other boys you don't know. And
a couple men."

Brady's name didn't surprise me but Jared's did. He was a tall, thin,
athletic kid in my grade who was on the school basketball and volleyball
teams. And men! This boy had more experience than I expected. And he said
I was bigger than them.

I reclined on my elbows and watched Aiden resume sucking my penis, but
after another minute or so he stopped. "I'm tired." He said. "I wanna
see you cum. I'm gonna jerk you off."

Aiden stood up and I saw that he'd pulled his shorts off while he'd
been blowing me. His erect penis was about half the size of mine and
pointed up at a lively angle. I looked for pubic hair but didn't see
any.

The seventh grader knelt on the bed next to me and caressed my penis
which was still wet with his saliva. He used both hands and worked with a
gentle methodic rhythm as the pent up potion in my balls began to build
up in intensity like a water balloon being overfilled.

We both knew when it would happen. Aiden directed my pulsing cock at my
stomach and chest and continued stroking as I spewed warm drops of pearly
liquid over my midsection.The last few weak spurts dribbled over Aiden's
hand and down his wrist.

I watched the boy lick his hand and forearm, then lean down and clean my
cock head with his tongue.

"You like that stuff?" I asked.

"Yeah... Usually... Yours is good."

Aiden took his forefinger and scooped up a dribble of cum from my chest.
He held it towards me. "Wanna try?"

I shook my head. "Nuh uh."

He shrugged, stuck the finger in his mouth and gave me a sassy smile.

Cooling puddles of semen were running down my right side. I wanted to get
up and wipe off but Aiden moved toward me and straddled my thighs. His
warm buttocks didn't feel unpleasant resting on my upper legs. I watched
with full attention as the boy, naked except for a white tank top,
stroked his own hard penis. In less than thirty seconds he reared up on
his knees and directed a few drops of cum toward my lower abdomen.

The boy got up and pulled a gray t-shirt out of his dresser. He wiped the
head of his penis then tossed the shirt to me.

While I cleaned up Aiden laid down in bed next to me. He was still naked
except for the white tank top.

"I was gonna ask Brady to be my boyfriend," he said, just loud enough
that I could hear him. "But..." Aiden paused. "Do you wanna be my
boyfriend?"

"I'm not gay, Aiden," I said. " I mean, I appreciate the offer, and
what we did was fun and all, but..."

Aiden took a big breath. "Yeah. Too bad."

*****

That night as I got ready for bed I relived the events of that afternoon.
Were other boys getting paid to show their penises? Were other boys
letting school acquaintances suck them off? A flash of guilt coursed
through my veins. It was wrong. But who was I hurting? Both boys enjoyed
it. And I was $40 wealthier.

I pulled a pair of sleep shorts from my dresser drawer and looked down at
my body. Thinking about my activities with Brady and Aiden was making me
hard. I pulled off my t-shirt and boxer briefs and looked at myself in
the mirror. I needed a haircut - my light brown hair was almost covering
my eyes. My mom said I had my dad's eyes and that's why she'd fallen
in love with him. I pushed the hair out of the way and looked at them up
close. They were light blue ringed by dark lashes. Then I felt the tip of
my penis against the cold mirror. I stepped back and looked at my naked
body. I was short and thin, and I guess my penis was sort of large. I
imagined Aiden's cock, half as big as mine. It looked fine on him. Was I
a freak with this oversized thing sticking from my lower body?

I began to rub myself and imagined Aiden's mouth sucking me. Though I'd
been curious about other boys' bodies, I'd never thought about one when
I masturbated. But the vision of the seventh-grader giving me a blow job
excited me in a new and intense way. I came in seconds.

*****

A couple days later in gym class I watched Jared Dennison through the
badminton net. The thin athletic boy that Aiden claimed he'd blown was
dominating my team. I looked at Jared and imagined Aiden kneeling in
front of him, naked except for the white tank top. I started boning up
again.

"Sykes!" I jumped at the sound of coach Simon yelling my name.

"My office. Now."

A couple of the boys in the gym began the low wail that mocked someone
who was about to get in trouble.

"Newman, you're in charge," Coach said, tossing his whistle to a
reliable eighth grader.

I followed coach down the painted cinder block hallway with pangs of fear
in my gut. Coach unlocked the heavy door to his office and directed me to
sit in one of the chairs facing his desk.

Instead of getting behind the desk he leaned on it and faced me.

"I've been told you're offering to show your privates for money," he
said.

I gulped and felt my face flash red. I glanced around the room, looking
for an escape route.

"How much?" He asked.

I looked at him, not sure what he was asking.

"How much to show me your privates, Sykes?"

"Uh..." I fumbled. After a moment of silence I said "Fifty dollars."

I immediately regretted saying it. Where had that inflated figure come
from?

Coach looked at me, then opened a desk drawer and pulled out a wallet.

"Oh," he said under his breath. Then louder, "I only have two
twenties."

"You can owe me," I said.

Coach handed me the two bills and looked at me with expectation.

I stood up and pulled my gym shorts and boxer briefs down in a single
motion, then lifted the gray t-shirt with the Lincoln Middle School logo.

"My god!" The words escaped Coach Simon like a gasp. "How big is it
hard?"

I started stroking it before he finished his sentence. His eyes fixed on
my groin.

"You know, when I started teaching, boys were required to shower after
gym class," the coach said. "I've seen hundreds, no, thousands of
penises on boys your age. I've never seen one this... impressive."

Coach opened a drawer and pulled out a tape measure. I already knew how
big it was but I let him continue.

"You know I teach health classes besides being a gym coach, right?"

Of course I knew - I'd  been in Coach Simon's class last year.

"This is just data collection," he continued, holding the end of the
tape measure at the base of my erection. His other hand pulled the device
along the length of my hard penis. I felt his thumb on my cock head
marking the length on the tape measure.

"Eight inches and a bit..." he muttered.

Every kid knew teachers weren't supposed to touch students' privates,
but I liked the feeling of an adult hand on my cock.

"How big is yours?" I asked, emboldened by our naughty activity.

"Uh..." Coach seemed flustered by my question. He looked at my hard cock.
"Not as big as yours."

"Let me see it," I said.

Coach Simon didn't hesitate. He untied his track pants and pulled them
down to his knees, then dropped his briefs.

I wasn't surprised to see he was hard, but I was surprised that his cock
was hairless. The rest of his body was covered in a thick mat of dark
hair.

At that moment I was hit with a solid realization. Either Brady or Aiden
had told Coach about my unusual penis size. That sort of intimate
conversation meant one of the boys was having sex with the coach.

"Suck me like you suck Aiden Tomlin," I said, figuring Aiden's experience
at cock sucking made him the obvious choice.

Coach Simon's eyes widened for a moment, then he spoke in a slow, quiet
voice. "This has to remain our secret, Joey."

Coach had only ever called me Sykes. The way he said "Joey" sounded
tender and intimate.

"I know," I answered.

Coach Simon stepped toward me and pulled my t-shirt over my head, then
pulled my gym shorts and underwear down to my ankles. He stepped back and
looked at my naked body. I saw his hard cock bounce.

I didn't feel awkward or shy standing unclothed in front of an adult.
The knowledge that my erect penis caused awe and lust in Coach gave me a
sense of self esteem and power.

Coach Simon knelt in front of me and put his hands on my hips, directing
my penis to his mouth. I looked down and saw him take about half of it
past his lips. Aiden had been better at cock-sucking than Brady, but
Coach's blow job skills were far beyond Aiden's. He wrapped his hands
around my butt checks and pulled me deeper with each thrust until my
entire penis disappeared down his throat. The feeling of my erection
moving in and out of the warm, moist tunnel made the entire lower half of
my body hum with arousal, as if a small electrical current was coursing
through my veins. I wondered if fucking a girl felt this good.

My balls tightened and I felt a build-up deep in my groin, growing in
intensity until it manifested itself like old faithful going off. Wave
after wave of  pleasure propelled my semen deep into Coach Simon's
digestive tract. I felt coach's strong hands increase their grip my butt
as he pulled my spasming member as far down his throat as it could go.

After several seconds he withdrew me from his mouth. I watched him lick
the head of my saliva-wet penis.

He looked up at me from his kneeling position. "You know, you should
think about going into porn," he said. "You've got an amazing
talent."

Coach stood up and kissed my forehead with a quick peck. "Class ends
soon. We have to get back."

I watched him stuff his hard penis into his track pants then pick up my
discarded gym clothes. He helped me into my shorts and underwear like a
mom dressing a toddler, then pulled my gray t-shirt over my head.

We walked down the empty hallway toward the gym and my head reeled. "A
porn star?" I thought to myself. I wasn't sure how to get into that
business, but I felt confident that I could ask my new favorite middle
school teacher to mentor me.

End