Date: Wed, 8 Dec 2010 03:39:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Tim Smith <mint848848@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Hung Nerd - chapter 4

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THE HUNG NERD - Chapter 4


The pants were now loose so Ben sat on the shower floor and I was able to
slide them off easily.  Ben stood and turned around to operate the water
giving me a brief look at his perfect boy butt.  He had some mud on it from
sitting on the shower floor.  He caught me looking as he held up a bottle
of body wash and asked if it was okay to use.  I closed the door on this
young exhibitionist and tossed his pants in the washer.  In case you're
wondering, I remained hard as a rock this entire time.  As nervous as I
was, my cock was determined to have a good time with this situation!
Should I get naked?  I just didn't have the ability to get over my nerves!
Oh crap -- the front door.  I went up front and indeed it was unlocked.  I
got a heavy feeling in my gut thinking someone could have snuck in while
Ben was naked or overheard our chat about him being naked or me being gay.
I locked the handle and the deadbolt and reconfirmed all the shades were
pulled shut.  It was a few minutes of worrying about what I did before I
remembered I was alone again!  I untied my pants and stroked above the
dinette table.  If I closed my eyes, I imagined Ben's soft dick in front of
my face, his plumb boy balls dangling below.  I opened my eyes to prevent
my cum from being the result of a 12 year old boy but I kept closing them
to revisit the scene that was before me just minutes before.  I tried to
imagine myself as a boy his age to make my inappropriate thoughts
acceptable.  Two friends showering off the evidence of horseplay before our
parents found out.  I pictured myself as a few years older (maybe Kurt's
age) with my big boy cock and Ben offering to wash my body if I washed his.
His eyes popped out of his head as I revealed my fat 6 incher which he
promptly soaped up and down...

"Ryan!" Ben yelled from the shower.  "I'm done!  Can you grab me a towel?"

Crap!  I still didn't cum!  And double crap!  The only towel in the RV was
wet with my pre-cum and lube!  I had Ben stay in the warmth of the shower
stall as I stuffed my cock back under my waistband and searched for another
towel that I hoped my grandparents had in a cabinet.  All I could find was
a kitchen towel and a roll of paper towels.  I told Ben the bad news and he
said I should gather a lot of paper towels and give him the kitchen towel.
With a count down from three, he opened the door, gasped at the cold air
hitting his wet body and yanked the kitchen towel from my hand.

"Hurry up!  Dry me!  Dry me!" he ordered.

I paused at first thinking that wouldn't be a good idea but Ben told me to
hurry up!  I dabbed his arms, legs, chest and back with balled up paper
towels.  Ben dried his face, dick and balls and some places I missed.  This
was hot.  He was just a boy, but he was the perfect male figure.  Not a
blemish or hair besides the fuzz on his arms and legs.  Smooth and tan from
summer with just a hint of tan lines.  I don't know if that meant he was
dark complected or that he sunbathed in the nude.  He did say he likes to
be naked.  He smelled clean from the body wash and shampoo.  Not only was
he perfect, but now he was squeaky clean too.  I'm a very clean person.
Some may say compulsive.  This was a turn on.  He directed me to get more
towels and turned around.  I made a quick decision based on how deep I was
already involved in this situation and rubbed the paper towels over his
ass.  Wow, what a rush!  His ass was so soft and tiny!  I didn't dare go in
his crack but I did get between his legs.  I'm sure the towels skimmed his
ball sack but I made sure my hands didn't.  I pulled off more paper towels
and gave a bunch to Ben while I searched for a stray droplet of water.  I
realized his hair was dripping on him so I dried that as well.  I took
advantage of staring at his naked body when I knew his eyes were covered
with my drying of his hair.  Finally he was all dry, but still shivering
from being naked.  I told him I'd have to change into my jeans so he could
wear my sweat pants.  I told him to crawl under the blankets of the bed to
stay warm.  He said he had to piss first.  I was wondering why he didn't
piss in the shower but maybe that's just something I do.  Of course I
watched him piss.  This time, he didn't even use his hand.  I saw 100% pure
perfect boy.  I openly stared.  He looked back at me and smiled.  This
time, he didn't stay on display after he was done.  It was too chilly for
him.  It was cute how he flexed his dick at the end to push any left over
piss out.  It moved without him touching it.  Once he was done, he shook
it, ran past me and leapt onto the bed.

"Can't catch me!" he yelled as he slid past me.

I chased him like another 12 year old would have.  He giggled as he
squirmed under the covers to get away from me.  I poked and prodded him
through the blanket as if that cloth divider made it okay for a 26 year old
man to inappropriately touch a 12 year old boy.  Ben seemed to enjoy the
touching and giggled as I "attacked" him.

"Come in here," Ben invited me as he lifted the blanket.

This was a potential "over the line" move for me.  I was at his feet, so I
crawled around the bed to the open side of the blanket.  I lifted the
blanket higher for me to fit.

"No, naked.  Like me.  It's even then," Ben gave me the rules.

I looked at his face, then down his handsome young body to... OMG -- he has
a boner!  His boy hardon was maybe 3 inches long and flat against his
belly.  Its skin seemed translucent and I could see blue veins held tight
against his shaft.  It plumped up quite a bit and frankly made me dizzy as
I stared at its beauty.  If I weren't so inhibited, I would just say "fuck
it", rip my clothes off and go nuts on this little boy.  Instead, I just
stared at his dick and tried to build up the courage I didn't have.  The
dryer buzzed.  Ben's shirt was dry.  Saved by the buzzer.

"Come put on your shirt -- it'll be hot from the dryer and will feel good,"
I said, using the dryer as an excuse to get out of the situation.

I'm sorry readers, I know you would have been all over Ben by now, but I'm
just not as courageous as you.  Instead of exposing himself, he just put
his arms in the air to indicate I should slip his shirt over his head.  I
got the hot shirt from the dryer, sat on the bed next to Ben and slipped it
down his arms and over his head.  He moaned from the heat it contained and
hugged himself to press it onto his skin.  He was smiling.  He looked at
me.  He wanted to say something.  Maybe he would invite me back into the
bed.  Maybe he would ask me to play with his boner.

"Can I have another beer?" is what he really asked.

"I didn't give you any to begin with.  I'm not going to start now," I said.

"Can I get you one?" he asked as he raised the blanket and got out of the
bed.

I shook my head no.  I saw his hard dick again.  Once he stood, his shirt
hem fell in place directly below his ball sack.  Another inch higher and I
would have seen his balls.  His hard dick was not very obvious because it
was so tight against his belly.  I could see it because I was looking for
it.  I looked at his reflection in the mirrored closet doors and saw it
also perfectly covered his tiny ass.  I wanted to dig my hands into it to
again feel just how soft his cheeks were.  I wanted to reach around to grip
his dick and see how stiff it held against his stomach.  I wanted to stroke
my own meat which was aching for more attention.  There wasn't much room
around the bed, so when Ben walked past me, we rubbed into each other.  His
arm pressed into my upward tied cock and I believe I actually shot more
pre-cum into my sweatshirt!  Crap -- I can't give him my sweat pants with a
big wet spot!  Ben proceeded into the kitchen area and I saw the bottoms of
his ass cheeks just below the back of his shirt.  They winked at me with
each step.  I heard the fridge click open.  Then a can snap open.  Then a
second can.  After he left the bedroom, I used the opportunity to check on
my cock.  A check in the mirror showed it still was well hidden in my
sweats.  I pulled up my shirt and indeed there was a lot of pre-cum but at
least the dark maroon color of my sweatshirt prevented it from being
spotted up there.  Thank goodness the university's colors were dark!  I
heard the fridge door click shut so I composed myself just as Ben entered
the bedroom again and handed me a Coke.  I assumed the second click was him
pouring a beer for himself.

Ben jumped on the bed facing me and then got on all fours.  God I wish I
was behind him!  I bet the view was incredible!  One of my favorite views
of the male body is in this position with their ass crack slightly pulled
open and their balls and dick dangles below.  It's like seeing the entire
meal all at once!

"I can do a head stand, wanna see?" Ben asked.  I nodded (of course).

Ben dug his head into the bed and flipped his legs in the air until they
touched the low ceiling.  His shirt slid down his torso and his beautiful
ass was now staring me in the face.  He was wobbling since his platform was
a bed mattress and out of instinct, I reached for his hips to steady him.
OMG I was touching Ben's naked body!  No blankets, no paper towels -- just
my hands on his skin!  His skin was extremely smooth.  My hands held each
hip and my thumbs dug into each ass cheek.  As he squirmed to hold his
position my grip became firmer and in doing so, my thumbs were parting his
ass crack open.  Soon, I was staring at his pink hairless rosebud butt hole
which was pure beauty!  I looked down at his face to see if he was seeing
what I was looking at, but his shirt had gathered over his face and blocked
his vision.  I looked into the closet mirror to see his reflection which
nicely displayed his hard penis and ball sack which was now riding up his
shaft instead of hanging below.  What a thing of beauty this boy was!  Even
though it was pointing towards his head, I believe he softened up because
it was not as long and plump as it had been.

My euphoria was sucked away immediately as I felt a sharp tug at my sweat
pants!  My strong hold of Ben's hips allowed him to free his hands which he
used to try to pull down my pants!  Luckily, my tightly tied waistband
prevented them from falling and I quickly moved my hands off Ben and onto
my waist as I backed away from the bed.  Ben flopped down from his
handstand and sat up, still remaining mostly exposed.

"Sorry, I almost fell and needed to grab something to steady myself," he
lied.

I gave a "yeah right" look and he stood up and walked to the kitchen saying
he was hungry.  I followed him ready to make him a snack and caught him
taking another swig from his beer can.  As he lifted the can up, his shirt
hem rose just enough for his balls to be exposed.  He chugged from the can
and popped it back onto the counter.  That was followed by a long burp
which made us both laugh.

"So how come you won't get naked?" Ben surprised me by asking.  He sat at
the table and was flicking the tab from his can back and forth like a
hockey puck.  I didn't mind that he was naked on my seat cushions because
he just showered.  I wish I was that seat cushion.

"I'm just not as comfortable as you are.  Plus, you're a kid and it's
called indecent exposure and corruption of a minor," I said.

"Trust me, I'm already corrupted!" Ben laughed.  "Besides... what happens
in the RV stays in the RV!"

Ben smiled at me.  I just looked at him.  He kept playing his game,
pretending it was a real game and softly mouthing what the rink announcer
would be saying... "and Greggson steals the puck from Miles, goes in for
the push, he shoots, he scores!!!" and the "puck" went flying off the table
and under the fridge.  Oh well, that's gone forever.  But Ben thought
otherwise.

"Oh crap!" he exclaimed as he got down on the floor to recover it.

He got on all fours and brought his head to the floor to get a peek into
the refrigerator vent.  You already know I'm starting to shake.  Not only
is this my favorite position to view a male's genitals, but by dropping his
head, Ben's ass was forced upwards and his legs spread out to give him a
lower vantage point.  I saw his dick dangling below as he moved.  His
asshole was visible and his shirt was starting to ride up his back.  The
whole time, he was whispering "almost there... just a little bit" as he
stuck his fingers into the vent fins.  I wasn't about to tell him the whole
thing easily snapped off for access.  I really don't know how long I could
hold back.  Okay I admit it!  I wanted this boy sexually.  I didn't need
Ben to do a thing to me.  I wanted to nibble on him and lick every inch of
his incredibly perfect smooth body.  I wanted to have his dick and balls in
my mouth -- perhaps at the same time.  I would lick his asshole until he
begged me to stop.  I wanted to cuddle with his naked body scrunched to my
chest and his head tucked between my neck and shoulder.  I didn't care if
he could cum or not -- I just wanted to have him to myself to do whatever I
wanted to do.  It was so wrong to want to do these things to him but that's
what would make it so right!  A once in a lifetime pleasure.

"Look!" Ben said while remaining in that same position but now looking back
at me holding the can tab in his fingers.  The fucking kid wanted to make
sure I saw him in that position.  He told me to look!

"Great!" I said nervously as I forced my glance away.

Ben popped off the floor and asked what we were going to do for fun.  I
thought exactly what you are thinking but I told him I didn't know -- I
didn't bring any games.  After a pause, he suggested strip poker.  Man --
he's using every technique in the book to get someone naked!  I told him I
didn't have a deck of cards (which was true).  He thought about it for a
moment and then charged towards me saying I didn't need the poker -- I
could just strip!  He got his hands into my waistband and tried to pull
them down -- again, my draw string securely holding them in place.  I was
trying to swat him away as he attempted to find my string to pull it open.
I easily overpowered his hands away which gave him the opportunity to try
to pull my sweats down in the back.  In doing so, he tightly pulled himself
into my front and against my throbbing boner!  Oh my God -- it felt good
for his chest to rub onto my cock like that -- struggling with me and
pressing hard.  I debated whether to just let him go, but he was making
progress sliding my sweats down my ass.  He would soon succeed in stripping
off my pants and I'd be standing there with my huge rock hard cock poking
him in the neck!  I managed to break loose from him and push him away but
he charged me again and smashed into my cock again.  Once again, I managed
to push him off of me.

"Somebody's excited!" he announced the obvious after feeling my hardon with
his body.  He pointed at my crotch in case I didn't know what he meant.

"Yes -- you are!" I answered back pointing to his own hard dick on display
because his shirt had ridden up in the struggle.  "I get like that when I
wrestle.  You too?" Ben asked.

I nodded.  I'm glad Ben gave a legitimate reason for me being hard and not
because I was turned on by a boy less than half my age.

"Show me.  I want to see it," Ben whined this time.

"That would be inappropriate," I repeated.

"Come on.  I'm only curious.  I won't tell anyone.  Look -- you can see
mine," Ben said as he pulled his shirt up to his neck and tucked it under
his chin.  He turned sideways and pushed his hardon down with his hand and
let it snap back up against his belly.  Holy crap!  Then he wiggled side to
side trying to imitate, I don't know, a stripper, belly dancer?  I vividly
remember him thrusting his hips and making fucking grunts.  What a
performance!

"Look Ben.  You're a great kid and obviously like to have fun.  But I'm not
as comfortable as you are being on display like that," I lectured.  "If I
was your age, I'd probably play along.  In fact, I wish you were my friend
when I was your age.  For you, this is just fun.  But in a few years,
you'll have different feelings and what you're suggesting is considered
sexual."

"But I'm not a few years older.  I'm 12."

"Yes, but I'm an adult."

"So you consider this sex?"

"Not sex, but yes, sexual."

"You're turned on?"

"Yea, kinda," I can't believe I said that.

"That's so cool.  I turned you on!" Ben sounded victorious.

"I'm sure I'm not the first," I said honestly.  "You mentioned Kurt's dad.
I'm sure you'd done innocent things in front of him that could have been
misconstrued as sexual."

"Ha, well, with Kurt, I'm not so sure it was so innocent," he said while
looking down at the floor and smiling.

At that moment, the washer beeped, indicating his clothes were clean.  As I
walked past Ben, he stared at my crotch trying to get a look.  Now that he
knows there's something in there, I'm sure what was once thought to be a
fold in my baggy pants is now obviously my hard cock.  I tossed his clothes
into the dryer.  I can't believe how small his jeans and underwear are.  He
really is a little guy.


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