Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2018 15:54:34 +0800
From: Mike McAlister <mikemcalister100@gmail.com>
Subject: Seducing Herbert

This story is total fiction. If you should not be reading about gay sex for
whatever reason, then don't. There is only a little bit of incest in the
story but it is incidental to the whole story, not the main focus.

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I was a big mistake. My sister is 18 years older than I am and my brother
was 16 when I was born. By the time I was aware of our family dynamic, my
sister was married and had two children of her own. My brother had joined
the Army. I was five and pretty clueless about everything.

My parents were stuck with me. They had already raised their children, my
older brother and sister, and I just didn't fit in anywhere. My parents
really didn't have any interest in starting over with a kid. They were old
enough to be my grandparents. Many people thought they were my
grandparents. My sister was a doting older sister until she started having
babies of her own. Then I was sent back to my own parents. Parents that I
had never bonded with.

We lived in an older neighborhood and there were no other kids around for
blocks. I didn't learn any skills at making friends until I started school
and then I wasn't very popular. Probably because I was shy, I was more of a
loner. But that was ok because I had never known anything else. I didn't
know what it was suppose to be like to have a gang of friends.

I was seven when my brother got married and I really liked his wife. She
had their first child seven months later. That next summer my mother
shipped me off to stay with them until school started in the fall. I loved
staying with them because I finally had a family and a little
brother/nephew too.

My sister-in-law kept having babies and by the time I went to stay with
them for the summer when I was 14 they now had three children with another
on the way. My sister-in-law had become my summer replacement mother. This
was also the summer they moved to a larger house with a huge back yard. She
decided that she could not rest easy until my brother had built a chain
linked fence around the entire back yard.

My brother enlisted the help of his best friend, Herbert, to help my
brother and me with the project.

Before my 13th birthday, my testosterone started changing me. The summer I
was 14 I had gotten taller and thiner. I was eating so much that my
sister-in-law joked with everyone that I was eating them out of house and
home and that was why I was not going to be paid for helping with the
fence. We laughed about it and I faked outrage that I was being exploited.
Of course, just the opposite was true. I loved being treated as an adult,
carrying my share of the load.

This was the first summer that I spent any time getting to know Walter. He
became my idol. He was everything I wanted to be when I grew up. He was
about the same age as my brother, I assumed. He had an incredible body. He
had a massive hairy chest. He also had a bulge that I looked at every
chance I got. When he took his shirt off that hot summer to work on the
fence his hairy chest became my go-to memory for my jack off fantasies.
>From then on, everyone of my jack off sessions included Herbert, whether it
was once a day or four. It was always Herbert.

I loved his huge infectious smile showing lots of teeth. But his eyes were
the best part of his smile. I never saw him that he didn't have a twinkle
in his eyes. When he smiled, it involved all of his face, even to the
squints around his eyes. I fell in love with Herbert.

When it was time for school to start, my brother drove me back to my
parents. He visited Mother and Daddy for a few days and then headed back to
his wife and kids. I was alone again.

One of the things that I liked to do, since I had no friends to hang out
with, was to ride my bike all over my small town. One day coming back home
after being out most of the day, I noticed that a family had moved into the
Reynolds old house on my block but across the street. A guy who looked like
an older teenager than I was, was moving some boxes from the back of a
pickup truck in his driveway to the back of his house.

I made a circle in the street and went back by his house. He waved at me
and I stopped.

"You live in the house down on the corner, don't you?"

I was dumb struck so I just nodded.

He had the muscles of a body builder. He had on a white tee shirt that was
stretched to its limits across his chest. I could see his huge pecs under
his shirt.The sleeves looked like they were about to tear. His waistline
was so small that the shirt was loose around his middle. He had on cutoff
jean shorts that showed off his massive legs and also a very large bulge.
I started to get hard like I did around Herbert.

He said, "My name is Jerry. What's yours?"

I managed to say, "Patrick"

"Good to meet you. I'm just unloading the rest of my weights. Wanna help
me, Patrick?"

I shrugged and said, "Sure, I guess so."

Jerry took the bigger box and I took the smaller one. When I first looked
at the boxes I thought they were cardboard but they were wooden boxes. When
I picked up the one I was going to carry, I heard the metal clink . It was
a small box but it was very heavy.

"Patrick, can you carry that? If it's too heavy, I'll come back for it."

"No, I got it." But I was glad when I could finally put it down.

When the Reynolds owned the house before Jerry moved it there was a very
large screened porch that had been build over a concrete pad that the
Reynolds used in the summer to sit outside and not be eaten alive by
mosquitoes. It had a ceiling fan that made it very nice regardless of how
hot it was that night. There were three concrete steps that led up into the
kitchen and three that went to the back bedroom of the house

Jerry said he and his dad converted the entire patio/porch into a weight
training gym. The floor was padded with some kind of rubber mat that was
covered with a green carpet that looked like fake grass.

"Wow" was all I could say. "So this is how you got to look like you do."

I immediately went totally red because I had made it obvious that I had
scoped out his body.

What I had said went totally past him, like people said that to him
everyday.

"My Dad likes to train with me and has taught me everything that I know. If
you think I am big, you should see my dad. He's really big."

"I'd love to be big like you."

"Really? I can teach you what to do and we can work out together. That is
if you are serious."

"Yeah. I am totally serious. I buy muscle magazines down at the 7-11 and
study them until the pages come apart."

"Do you have a problem with the pages sticking together?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Oh when I jack off, sometimes I'll get cum on the pages and they will
stick together. I've got a lot of magazines that have pages stuck together."

I couldn't say anything because I had never ever talked to anyone about
jacking off. My mother had told me when she found my cum rag under my bed,
that God was very upset with me whenever I did that. It was too dirty to
even talk about.

Jerry stopped his unpacking and turned around, "You do jack off, don't you?"

I wanted to run rather than answer his question.

"It's ok if you don't. But I can't imagine how miserable I would be if I
didn't. I jack off three or more times a day. Always at least three times a
day. Once in the morning to get rid of the morning wood, then again after
school and finally at night before I can go to sleep."

"Patrick, how old are you?"

I could breathe again. "14."

"Hmm." He stopped to think. "I started jacking at 12, so I was a pro by the
time I was 14. Do you know if you are making sperms? If not, maybe you
should wait to start weight training."

"Why would I need to wait?"

"It's not a good idea to start trying to build muscle, if your body is not
producing testosterone. You have to have testosterone to build muscle.
Testosterone is made in your balls. You know you have testosterone if you
are making sperms. And you know if you are making sperms when you jack off.
See?"

"I do."

"You understand?"

"I jack off. Three times a day and more on the weekend."

"That's my man. Why were you acting so embarrassed?"

"My Mother says that it is shameful to do that. That I shouldn't even talk
about it."

"That's ridiculous. My Dad said there was a survey done and men were asked
if they masturbated or had ever masturbated and 98% said they do or had and
the other 2% were liars. All guys wack off or have in the past. So don't
beat yourself over it. Beat yourself, hahaha, get it? Beat yourself. Never
mind."

"So, do you want to train with me?

"Yeah. What will we do?"

"We've got two weeks until school starts, so I am doing two-a-days until
then and then I'll work out just once a day after school. What grade will
you be in?"

"Eighth. What grade are you?"

"Eleventh. One more year after this year. Dad and I just moved from Tyler,
Texas. He works for the railroad."

"Where is your Mother?"

"She doesn't live with us. She's re-married and lives in France. Left us
when I was five. It's just been Dad and me ever since. So do you want to
come over about eight in the morning and we'll get started?"

"Sure."

"Ok, I've got to get dinner started before Dad gets home. I do the cooking
during the week and it's Dad's job on the weekend. See you at eight in the
morning."

I was so excited about working out with Jerry, that I started to get hard.
I pulled my tee-shirt down in front to cover my rising cock and took off to
get my bike that I had left in Jerry's front yard.

The next morning I was at Jerry's back door exactly at 8 o'clock. Jerry was
cleaning up breakfast dishes. His dad had already gone to work. Jerry was
wearing a pair of gym shorts, a tee-shirt and tennis shoes with no socks.
God, Jerry was hot. My dick started to rise just looking at him.

"Hey, Patrick, come on in. I just need to finish cleaning up the kitchen.
I'll be with you in a minute."

Pretty soon Jerry came down the steps from the kitchen.

"Are you ready to get started?"

I nodded my head as Jerry started pulling his tee-shirt over his head. I
just about couldn't breathe as I scoped out his body. His skin was smooth
and hairless.. Every muscle was huge. His shoulders were like bowling
balls. His arms were huge. I had never seen anyone with his size arms
except in muscle magazines. But his chest was the best, two large slabs of
muscle that stood out. His nipples were almost at the bottom of his pecs
and pointing toward the floor. His nipples looked like the eraser on the
end of a yellow #2 pencil from elementary school. All I could do was stare
with my mouth gaped open.

"You like?"

"God, yes."

"Do you want to look like me?"

Again."Yes" with a vigorous head nod.

"I can take you there, if you do what I tell you to do. You have to be
dedicated and focused. Can you do that?"

My throat was dry, so I just nodded.

Jerry smiled, "Take your shirt off. We are going to train without shirts so
I can show you which muscles are working and what to do to make them get
bigger."

I hesitated. I was embarrassed. I was a 98-pound weakling.

"Also, I need to take measurements. So that we can track your progress. Ok?
Now, take your shirt off.

Jerry picked up a journal book from the patio table. "This is yours. We are
going to start off with your measurements. We'll do measurements every
month.There won't be much change from each time to the next but by six
months you should be able to see a change, not only in the numbers but also
in the mirror."

"Diet is as important as lifting weights, maybe more so. I want you to
write down everything you eat. I'll tell you what to stop eating and what
to start eating. Your macro nutrients are fats, proteins and carbohydrates.
You have to keep those in balance and we'll figure out what your right
balance is as we go along. Now, the weigh in. We'll do this every week on
Tuesday since we are starting on Tuesday. Take off your shoes "

Jerry pointed to the scales near the door to the kitchen. I had not even
noticed them before. I stepped on.

"141" He wrote it in my journal under today's date.

"Now your height. Stand next to the tape." He pointed to the wall next to
the steps going up to the kitchen door. I hadn't noticed that before,
either. The lower end of the tape showed 4'5" to the high end of 7'0". On
the tape, there were marks with a date.

"That's where my Dad has kept up with my progress since we started down in
Tyler. I started out at 5'8" nearly three years ago when I was your age.
Last measure I was at six even, see?  Now you."

I backed up to the wall. He measured with my journal on top of my head.

"Hmm. 5'9. You are starting out taller than I was at your age. I'm marking
your progress with a red pen so not to confuse your measurements with mine
in black. He put today's date next to my mark and wrote in my journal.
He picked up a cloth tape measure from the desk behind him.

"Now the bicep. Flex."

"Huh?"

"Make a muscle"

"Oh. Why didn't you say so."

He measured. "13.5" He wrote that in the journal.

"Chest. Raise your arms up. Not that high. This isn't a hold up. Parallel
with the floor. 35 Not bad. He wrote that down. Now the waist. Raise your
arms again. 28. Now the quads and calves. Your calves look real good. Flex
your right calf. No like this"

He stood flat on his left foot and kind of stood on the toes of his right
foot. His calf muscle popped out. I did the same and he measured.

"Damn 15 inches. That's going to be the first goal. Your arms need to be
the same size as your calves. So we have to get your bis and tris to
measure 15 inches, too."

He wrote in my journal, first goal--1.5" on the arms to 15".

Jerry continued measuring everything and writing it down. Since Jerry was
touching every part of my body, I was now throwing some serious wood.

"When was the last time you jacked off?"

Eyes wide. "Huh?"

"When. Was. The. Last time. You. Jacked. Off?"

I was speechless.

"This morning?

I shook my head no.

"Figures. Tomorrow I want you to jack off as many times as it takes for you
NOT to throw wood. Got it?"

I nodded.

"Come with me."

"Where are we going?"

"My room. You will not get a good work out with your cock in that
condition. Come on."

I followed like a puppy dog. We went up the steps into his room.

"Take off your shoes, socks and shorts and underwear if you are wearing."

I stood there wide eyed and frozen.

"Ok Patrick. Lesson number one. Be proud of your body. You are going
through a lot of changes and you do not need to be embarrassed about it.
Everyone does. You have a great body. Be proud of it. People may not be
impressed by it right now because you look like every other 14 year old.
But by the time you are 15, people will be impressed by your body. Would
you like that?"

"Sure. I'd love that."

"Do you believe me when I say that?"

"No, not really."

"Ok, hold on a second."  He reached in the closet and pulled out a Polaroid
camera. "Stand up straight." He snapped my picture and the camera started
whirling and a photo popped out. "Now a front double bi. Like this."

He put the camera down and made a muscle with each arm at the same time. I
did the same and he snapped another picture.

"We'll save these for comparisons as we progress."

"These photos will be ready in a minute. Now, lose the clothes. Be proud of
your body. You are handsome and sexy as hell."

I still couldn't move.

"Ok I'll go first." He stripped down to nothing. His dick was rising. "See
it happens to everyone. Now, take everything off and get on the bed."

I did as he said.

"Ok Patrick, move your hands. Put them behind your head. Don't be
embarrassed. I'm hard, too."

He was. His dick was long and fat. He was uncircumcised but the head of his
dick was showing. His was not the first I had seen. There were guys in PE
in the showers who had skin that hung down over the head.

I stared. "Wow, I've never seen such a big one."

"It's not really all that big. Only about seven inches but it is kinda
thick. Believe me, there are bigger. My Dad's is a lot bigger."

"You've seen your Dad's dick hard?" I couldn't believe it.

"Yeah. Lot's of times. I'm am telling you, it's nothing to be embarrassed
about or ashamed of. Now, we are going to jack off so that we can get down
to training. Move your hands, quit covering up your cock. Be proud.

I did and my penis snapped up against my belly.

"Whoa, Holy shit. You are huge. I didn't expect that. Hold on."

Jerry ran out to the desk where he had left the cloth tape measure and came
right back.

"Hold it up, so I can measure it. Shit, your cock is as long as mine. Seven
even. Now the girth. Six. Not as thick as mine. Patrick, you are amazing.
Promise me that you will never again be embarrassed or ashamed of your
cock. Do you have any idea how many men would give their left nut to have a
cock like yours? I guess not. But promise me that you will forever stand
tall."

He reached over and pulled a tube of something out of the drawer beside his
bed.

"What's that?

"Lube. I'm going to put it on your cock. It makes jacking feel better."

It was cold and slick. Jerry squeezed some out of the tube on my dick and
some in the palm of his hand. Then he grabbed my dick with his slick hand
and started jacking me. It was the most incredible feeling. I lasted about
five strokes. I blasted everywhere. Cum even hit the headboard.

"Oh my god. All that came out of just two balls. As soon as you calm down
and I get off, we'll start training. Hold on, it won't take a minute. Here,
you do it. I did you, you do me."

I was reluctant but I wanted to touch him so badly that I just reached for
it. He was thicker than I was. And the loose skin on the head slipped up
and down making his dick easier to jack. He was right. It didn't take long.
He shot a geyser, the first shot landed on his lips which he licked off and
the rest on his chest and stomach and my hand. He laid there for a minute
or two to catch his breath. Then he took my hand and licked his cum off. He
reached under his bed and pulled out his cum rag and wiped himself off.

"Ok let's go. Whoa. Are you still hard? Did it go down any?"

"Not with my hand on your dick, it didn't."

"We'll keep doing it until it goes down."

So we started over. He was stroking me then he leaned over and licked the
top of my dick. I nearly crawled up the headboard. He put his hand on my
chest and calmed me down. Then he swallowed my whole dick, all the way to
my pubes and I could feel him swallowing around my dick. I was about to
lose my mind. Again, I shot a huge load and fell back against the pillow.

"It makes for less of a mess if I just suck and swallow." He wiped the
corners of his mouth with his finger.

I laid there coming down from my orgasm. But my dick still didn't come down.

"Do you always stay hard like this after you jack off?

"No. But I always jack off by myself."

"Oh, so it's my fault. I guess I will have to take my punishment. Are you
ready to go again?"

I nodded and he went down on me again. This time it lasted longer and it
was the most wonderful few minutes of my life. Jerry sucked and jacked me
at the same time. He'd pull off and jack me with a twisting motion at the
top. Then he would swallow me again. He kept it up until I came again in
his mouth. This time my dick went down. I had never felt so completely
satisfied. Jerry had to help me get up from the bed. I was shaky on my legs.

We went back out to the make-shift gym. "All right we are going to start
out with the flat bench press. I'll show you first then you do it."

He got the two smallest dumbbells from the rack. He laid down on his back
on the bench. "Here's what you do. The starting position is here with the
dbs at your chest. Raise them straight up over your chest, slowly. Squeeze
your pecs at the top and slowly lower the dbs back to the starting
position. That's one rep. Now you. I want you to do ten reps. Got it?"

I nodded and laid down on the bench. He handed the weights to me. I started.

"Not so fast. Do a slow count to three on the way up and a slow count to
four on the way down."

I went slower while counting.

"Don't hold your breath. Breathe in on the way up and breathe out on the
way down."

Jerry counted out ten reps said ok, then took the dumbbells from me.

"Get up and rest for a bit while I do my set."

He was holding the weights he was going to use and he sat down with the
weights on his knees. When he laid back he lifted his knees and the weights
lifted like magic to the starting position. He started his reps.When he
finished I had to ask him.

"Your weights were a lot bigger than mine. How much do those weigh?

"These are sixties. Yours are tens. Don't look so disappointed. I started
out with tens. You'll get there just like I did if that is what you want.

The rest of the work out was just as easy as Jerry showed me the proper
form with each routine. He said that once I got the technique down we would
start adding weight.

 When we finished Jerry asked me what I had planned for the rest of the
day. I told him nothing but I had to stay away from the house until dinner
time.

"Why?"

"Mother has the garden club over today for their monthly meeting. So I have
to stay out of the way until all the ladies go home."

"That sucks."

"Not as bad as being there. I'm glad to be kicked out."

"Do you want to hang out with me? I've got to run some errands for Dad. I
need to run by the high school and meet my counselor and the principal and
I need to change the oil in my truck. That should take most of the day. And
we can go to that new hamburger place down on Main Street. Have you seen
it? It's called McDonalds Hamburgers."

"Yeah that would be great. I was just going to ride my bike around. But I
don't have any money for a hamburger. Well, I do but I can't go back in the
house."

"Don't worry. I've got you covered."

Jerry put his arm around my shoulders and we walked out the door to do the
stuff he had on his list. It turned out to be one of the best days of my
life.

to be continued