Date: Fri, 26 Nov 2010 01:41:30 -0800 (PST) From: Tim Smith Subject: The Hung Nerd - chapter 2 Your comments are highly encouraged and appreciated. THE HUNG NERD Chapter 2 After filling the fresh water tank, I told Ben we won't need to stop at a rest stop for the rest of the trip. Ben suggested we still stop just to save water. OMG -- did he want to repeat our urinal peeking game? I kind of wanted to repeat it as well, but how was I going to stay soft if I anticipated what would happen? Fortunately (or unfortunately), there were no other rest stops along our route and we started entering the university region. It was still very early but football traffic was already starting to build. Cars, trucks, RV's -- all decorated with the university logos. I was beginning to feel the "football atmosphere" that Richard tried to explain to me at work. It was a noon kickoff so you had to arrive early so there was enough time to find your space, set up, eat, and get drunk playing beer pong, flip cup and various other games I didn't know about until Ben filled me in. Speaking of getting drunk, Ben pointed to a store ahead of us and instructed me to pull in because "That's where daddy buys his beer." I never heard him say "daddy" before. It made him seem even younger than he was. I pulled in and Ben went to the bedroom to wake "daddy." The three of us went in, Richard gave me a list of snacks to buy and we separated. Ben stayed with me. He said he knew where everything was. The snack aisle is pretty easy to spot but I let him lead the way. Ben seemed kind of "touchy" while we shopped. He held his hand over mine on the shopping cart when he wanted me to turn, he stood in front of me and leaned back against me when we contemplated which chips to buy and he pushed me just above my butt a few times for no reason. We loaded up the cart with way too much snacks and soda and Ben led us to the back of the store. "Hey -- they have a bathroom. I have to go again, don't you?" Ben asked as he walked to the hallway looking over his shoulder. I didn't have to go, but I followed him anyway. What was I getting myself into? We reached the men's room door but it was locked. Ben looked puzzled, but I suggested it was a one person bathroom and someone was in it. Ben looked past me and asked me to try the door behind me. I turned around and saw "Family Bathroom" on the door. It was meant for the parent with multiple unruly children or babies to take care of business easier. The door was unlocked and Ben slid past me and in. I hesitated. Ben waved his hand for me to enter but I saw there was only one toilet, so really it was still a one person bathroom. I told him he could go ahead as I really didn't need to go. I was nervous. I didn't want to be caught although who is to say that Ben and I aren't family? I'm only 5'7" and like 135 pounds. I probably look more like his brother than his dad. Even though, he's too old to need an escort in a family bathroom. Man, was my heart beating fast. My lack of social skills would normally force me to completely avoid this type of stress, but Ben grabbed my wrist and pulled me in the room. He locked the door behind us and there we were. Silently staring at each other - the whirl of the exhaust fan being the only sound. Ben immediately noticed my nervousness. He asked what was wrong and I repeated that I really didn't have to go. I walked to the sink and started to wash my hands just so I had a reason to be there. The sink was along the same wall as the toilet which was to my right. I heard the lid of the toilet hit the tank and I looked over. Ben was unzipping his jeans and there was his dick head again. I realized I wasn't peeking from the corner of my eye, but openly staring with my head turned. I turned back and continued to wash. As if I lost control of my neck, I turned to look again when Ben's piss stream stopped. I saw him shake it a few times and then leave it out like earlier. This time he let go and I saw his dick head and about a half inch of his shaft. I really felt like a little boy again. Seeing a dick for the first time. Ben seemed to be testing me. I hope he wasn't setting a trap. It didn't seem like he was. Ben and I were more like new buddies than a co-worker of his dad. I felt 12 again -- getting to know my new friend as all boys eventually do. I was so shy and inverted as a boy, I missed this relationship building ritual. But I've read up on it while trying to figure out my sexuality struggles. To paraphrase, the moment young boys pass the "We've seen each other's dick" stage, the relationship gets stronger because that tension is gone. Now they have a whole new topic to talk about... pissing, balls, boners, pubes, jerking off, fucking, etc. And as gay as it sounds, they will seek out any opportunity to "whip it out" with the only rules being that it is never discussed with anyone and it just happens between the two of them. I finished washing my hands and nodded towards the sink with running water to give me a reason to look back at Ben. My silent suggestion that he should wash his hands prompted him to shake his dick a final time, pop it back in his pants and flush the toilet. He asked once again if I was going to go and I repeated that I didn't have to. Thinking back now, I should have whipped my monster out and just let it hang there on display. Ben didn't want to see me piss -- he wanted to see my dick again. He was just curious and nakedness was fun to him, not sexual. But I was too shy to play Ben's game. I really am a nerd. We exited the bathroom, loaded up the RV and found our spot in lot 12, space 29. It was a nice paved lot. Thank goodness because it had rained the night before and I didn't want mud to be all over the inside of the RV. Richard took the passenger seat on the way to our space and was talking all about football. I just nodded and agreed a lot. "Dad, Ryan isn't into football. Stop boring him!" Ben said as if he was reading my mind. "Well he's got to learn it somehow. Maybe he'll have to develop a game based on the game some day," Richard said looking back to his son. "He's a God with the types of games he's made -- don't make him do stupid football games! Get some jock to make sports games!" Ben answered. It felt good to be rated so high in Ben's mind. His statement reminded me why he was being so friendly to me. He likes my games, not me. Ben was amazed at the hydraulic leveling jacks and slide out which doubled the size of the living room. He had no idea it had those features. While I was operating the slide, I took notice Ben never zipped up after using the bathroom at the store. But I could have sworn I remembered him zip after he pissed. You couldn't see into his underwear because his pants were so tight, it didn't really gap. But you could see his brass colored zipper teeth were undone. Now that I took notice, it was pretty obvious. I didn't want to say anything because it meant that I was looking at his crotch. But I couldn't stop looking either. I was glad Ben didn't catch me. I'm surprised his dad didn't say anything. It took about 15 minutes to get the tailgate party set up and the first beer was cracked by Robert at exactly 7:56am. Beer -- breakfast of champions. Soon a few of Richard's tailgating friends stopped by. I was introduced to them all but forgot their names immediately. None of the guys caught my eye. Pretty typical 30 something year olds who let themselves go. There were plenty that walked by our setup that were pretty hot. If I had more nerves, I'd stop them and invite them in like Richard was doing to a few chicks that strolled by. Only a few middle aged cougars accepted his invitation. All the young chicks smiled and lied about another tailgate they had to get to. Ben was busy with a few other boys that came by. The high five's he gave them when they first approached told me he obviously knew them from prior visits. His zipper was still open. I saw one boy look down at it (a lot), but apparently he didn't say anything. The tailgate party was in full swing and I just stayed low key and refilled the bowls and beverages. I drank soda (I don't drink alcohol) and ate a few things by myself inside the RV. I was having a good time, but I just prefer to eat alone. At 10 o'clock on the dot, the drinking games started. I couldn't really figure out why beer pong is so fun, but flip cup was definitely a louder crowd. Two teams on opposite sides of a table. Drink your beverage, put your cup down at the edge of the table, flip it with your finger so it lands upside down on the table. Once you succeed, the next person in line does it. The first side to flip all their cups wins. Unbelievably, Ben was added to the second round! I was wondering if he snuck any beer earlier, but this was way too public! I can't believe all these people were allowing him to play a drinking game! Upon closer inspection, I saw Ben had a soda can that he was pouring into his cup. He was about 10 years away from legally playing this game, but once he turns 21, he'll be an expert! He was facing away from me so I couldn't see if his zipper was still open. Soon it was 11 o'clock and the party was thinning out as people returned to their cars to get everything they needed for inside the stadium. The skies were cloudy and a 40% chance of rain was forecasted so a lot of maroon ponchos were heading to the stadium. My mood was improving because the intimidating crowd was going away and more importantly, my marathon masturbation session was going to start soon! My mobile phone buzzed with an incoming text message. "yo ryan dude -- its ben now u have my # why u not goin to the game" After I read it, I felt a shove to my ass. Ben was texting me from two feet away. He repeated the sentence he texted me. Richard gave him my number in case we all got separated after the game. I told Ben I never planned to go in -- I was just hired to drive his ass to the game. His zipper was still open. He laughed and said sometimes he doesn't go to the game either if he and his friends get into a good game of football. He pointed to the field on a distant hill where a few kids were throwing a football back and forth. All he does is text his dad and Richard sells his ticket to a buddy or scalper. Ben invited me to play, but I just laughed. "You really don't want me to play football. I have like no coordination for sports. Plus I have lots to clean up here," I said. "What the heck are you going to do for 4 hours?" Ben asked. "Probably just sleep. I don't usually get up at 4am! It's like a cozy home in there once I whirl up the satellite TV and crank the furnace," I boasted. "Those TV's work in the middle of the parking lot? I thought you needed cable," Ben asked. "Not when you have satellite and an onboard generator," I answered. "So why even go into the game when you can watch it in the RV?" Ben asked as if he was the first one to think of that. "Well, I'm sure the atmosphere of the stadium with 80,000 people may have something to do with that," I said. "Oh yea. Well I'd pick the RV over that I think." We both were silent. Maybe Ben was waiting for an invite, but that would spoil my other plans. Ben interrupted the silence with "I have to take a piss. You never showed me how it works." We both went inside. I had him get in the small bathroom first and explained how the pedal on an RV toilet works. It's very simple but not if it isn't explained. Ben reached for his zipper and seemed surprised that is wasn't closed. "Oh my God, my zipper's been open this whole time! Why didn't you say something?" he asked. "I didn't notice," I lied. "How could you not notice? I would have told you if you were hanging out," he continued as he looked at my crotch. "Well I'd think you would have felt the cold breeze on your... in your..." I was having a hard time verbalizing his genitals. I've only seen them, but never talked about them to this point. "My dick?" Ben suggested as I heard a stream of piss hit the side of the toilet bowl. I was in the hallway but this time, I was actually facing his side. I can't believe he didn't wait for me to leave before he started. "Un yea -- that thing," I said giving us both an excuse to watch him piss. No further words were exchanged. This piss was longer than the previous two. He was drinking a lot during the tailgate. I guess it finally caught up to him. I didn't see him sneak any beer so I doubt he had any. I still only saw his dick head this time. Once again, he was to my right and he holds his dick with his left hand. Well, his left thumb and pointer finger. Regardless, it only offered me a limited view. If I was on his other side, I think I'd see more like before. I wish I knew him when I was a kid. He is so outgoing and uninhibited! As weird as it sounds, I envied him. His piss stopped and he stood there like before. He let it go and it just stuck out of his pants. I was able to see his shaft again. We both openly stared at his penis. I was uncomfortable, but made no move to stop the show. I no longer wondered if Ben was doing this on purpose. He stood there for over a minute! He wanted me to see his dick, but why? I'm not into little boys -- I like adult sex where I could shove my huge dick into someone's mouth or ass until they hurt. My cock was thicker than Ben's arm! I'd be afraid to be a pedophile with a cock like mine. But we weren't playing a sex game. We were playing a naked showing game. Coming up with an excuse to see each other's dick. Pissing is certainly the easiest and socially acceptable way to do it, but the minute long display Ben gave me was a bonus. "You gonna piss too?" Ben asked. "Nah, I'm good," I answered, immediately wishing I had the guts to play along. I did piss about 15 minutes ago but Ben didn't see me since I was already inside. "Man, you never piss! You're gonna burst!" Ben said while pushing down the pedal to flush his yellow piss. He made sure to zip up this time and patted his bump saying "All secure this time." When we exited the RV, it had begun to rain lightly. Robert called over to us saying he was going in the stadium. He was drunk. He told Ben to text him if he wasn't going in. Ben said right away to sell his ticket. He said he was going to play football with the guys. With that, his Dad waved and off he went. "Are you really going to play football?" I asked hoping my jerking off plans weren't going to be spoiled. I was thinking he may invite himself to stay in the RV to watch the game on the TV, now that it started to rain. "Yea, I'm going to play. Maybe I'll come back later," he answered walking off with a football tucked in his left arm and his cup in his hand. Oh crap. "Text me before you do!" I yelled to him. "I may be sleeping and the door will be locked." "Okay I will!" was all he said before turning behind another RV. More to come. Your comments are highly encouraged and appreciated. mint848848@yahoo.com