Date: Sat, 13 Jun 2009 14:45:25 -0400
From: kidbbby@gmail.com
Subject: The Kid: Part 1

The Kid by Kidbbby

Chapter 1

I grew up in a different era and place where everything was black and
white, good and evil, right and wrong.  Certainly, that was the experience
in my Irish Catholic background in the Boston suburbs.  Even in my late
teens, I was slight at only 5ft 6inches and weighing less than 120 lbs.
Today, I would be called a geek because I wore glasses and was shy and
soft-spoken.  I rarely played sports, preferring individual activities like
tennis, if at all.  I was the 98 pound weakling in the advertisements and
all I wanted to be was "normal."

I resolved to do something about it and, after pestering my parents, they
agreed to fund me at a gym in our area.  It wasn't a fancy gym like you
would see today, but one in a basement, fairly dark, populated by serious
weight lifters.  I needed to bulk up my chest and arms, although I had a
large bubble butt and strong legs.  Needless to say, I was nervous when I
joined.  These were big men at this gym.  Moreover, I was afraid to make
too much contact lest they conclude, rightly, that I was a little "faggot"
as I was called in school.  I so wanted to be tough like they were.  I
didn't want to be afraid every time a bigger boy came near me.

My first time at the gym, I didn't know what to do.  There were mostly free
weights so I just went over and started doing some curls.  They were only
15 pounds.  I noticed that many of the men were serious about their
workout, taking their time with the weights and ignoring everything else
around them.  I also noticed a few looking over at me and I thought I saw
them smirking.  One of them came over to me and introduced himself, "Hi,
I'm Jeff, are you new here?"

"Yeah, I'm Robert," I said, "It's my first day." I tried to focus on his
face but I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering down his chest, covered
barely by an athletic shirt with small shoulder straps; the loose fit did
more to outline his V-shape than all the tight fitting t-shirts could.  His
hair was dark and wavy falling over his ears and it looked like he hadn't
shaved that day.  I could feel my heart beating wildly.  I had never seen
such a beautiful man in my life and he was talking to me.

"Would you like some help in working out?" he said.  His voice was a rich
baritone.

I stammered, with my head down, "Yes, please.  I have never worked with
weights before." My lowered head didn't miss the bulge in his red shorts
which had slits up the side.  I now knew why his voice was so full.

He put his hand on my shoulder and gently moved me around the gym
explaining all the equipment.  It was a good thing that Sister Aloysius
Therese didn't give me a test because I couldn't recall anything he said,
only the occasional hand on my shoulder.  He invited me to work out with
him and his buddies, if I wanted, until I got a good routine going.  He
said that he worked out five days a week and gave me their schedule.  He
then introduced me to his buddies, Steve and Jim.  These guys were about
the same height as Jeff.  I thought they were about 6 ft; when I stood next
to them my mouth was about at the same height as their nipples.  And were
their nipples pronounced.  I had never seen anything like it.  I didn't
know that men had nipples like that.  They stood out from their loose
fitting A-shirt and sometimes when they bent over, you could see the erect
nipple surrounded by hair.  Jim even had the hair on his chest cut to a
stubble.

Most of the guys at school had only just gotten hair on their chests a few
years ago and no-one that I ever saw at the beach had erect nipples.  My
cock was pressed against the jock strap my father gave me and it ached like
crazy.  I hoped that they didn't notice it but I think they did because
afterward, I noticed that I had a large wet spot at the top of my light
blue cotton shorts.  I must have been the same shade of red as Jeff's
shorts.

Jeff and his buddies were very friendly as they showed me the ropes, so to
speak.  I only stayed less than an hour because my parents were expecting
me home.  As I was getting ready to leave, Steve asked if I was going to
take a shower and change clothes.  I said that I hadn't brought anything to
change into.  Jeff then put his arm around my shoulder as I was walking out
and explained that I should bring a gym bag with a towel and some clean
clothes to change into.  He said that if I worked out correctly, I would
have a good deal of sweat and that I should shower.  I stammered a reply
that I would do that the next time I came.

With a pat on the back, he said, "Nice working out with you.  See you on
Monday at 6." I must have glided home on a cloud.  These men were like my
uncle, confident, strong and funny.  I was so happy that they were willing
to help me.  I knew I better not disappoint them so when I got home, I
asked Mom to get me a gym bag so that I could shower and change at the gym.
Mom said that she would take me to the store right after confession.  I
immediately worried that I would have to confess my erection at the gym.
But I didn't do anything!  It just got hard so I didn't think I had to
confess anything.  I went to my room and lied down on the bed thinking
about the men at the gym.  I couldn't help myself as I humped the bed and
immediately had an orgasm.  Now I would have to confess that.

Chapter 2

I couldn't concentrate on school work on Monday.  My sore muscles were
better and I had my gym bag all packed with a towel, soap, shampoo, and
deodorant.  I was worried that Jeff and his buddies wouldn't be there.  Or
that they wouldn't want to work out with me.  Maybe they would think I was
a fairy like the kids in my class.  When school was over, I went home to do
my homework and have dinner at 5 with my sisters.  We ate early and my
parents ate later by themselves.  I rushed through dinner and said I was
going to the gym which was only 20 minutes walk.  When I got there, I
didn't see Jeff or his buddies and I got real nervous.  I went into the
men's room to change into my workout clothes and there they were talking
and fooling around.  I just stood in the doorway looking at three beautiful
men in various stages of undress.  Jeff was nude but his back was to me.
What a beautiful ass!  Jim noticed me and said hi while waving me over.
And then Jeff turned around as I came closer and I saw the most gorgeous
dick and two large balls that I have ever seen.  It was cut and must have
been about 8 inches long and the huge balls hung low.  My mouth was open, I
couldn't speak and I could feel myself turning a bright shade of red.  Jeff
smiled as he moved closer to me.  He clapped me on the back as much a
greeting as a way of breaking me out of my obsessive spell.

Steve said, "Get ready for a tough workout kid.  We've all had a day off."
That was the first time I heard my new nickname: Kid.

I didn't know what to do.  I knew I had to change into my workout clothes
but I was afraid to be naked in front of these guys.  You see, I have a
relatively small dick -- about 4 inches (OK three and a half on a good day).
Because the balls are relatively large in comparison, my dick sticks out.
I try to hide it by placing my dick upward in my white jockeys.  But I was
afraid that if they saw how small my dick was, they would avoid me.  So I
told them to go ahead and I would catch up, which they did.

When I got out in the gym, we began our workout.  They were very helpful,
showing me how best to do curls, how it was better to start with a lower
weight and do it right.  They even spotted me.  I felt I had died and gone
to heaven I was so happy.  I wanted to be just like them.  It was getting
late and I was afraid that my parents would be angry, so I told the guys
that I would have to leave.  Steve and Jim said they wanted to do more but
Jeff said that he too had to leave.

I followed Jeff into the locker room and took out my gym bad.  Ugh!  I had
forgotten that I would have to take a shower and change clothes in front of
him.  I was tempted to just leave but Jeff clapped me on the shoulder again
and said, "Let's shower." I couldn't say no to my idol but I was
nevertheless nervous.  What would happen when he saw my dick?  I quickly
took off my clothes and wrapped the towel around my waist while I was
facing the lockers.  I immediately walked to the showers and discovered
that they were open.  Ugh again!  So I went to the furthest shower head
hoping that Jeff would stay several away from me.  I hung my towel up and
turned on the water.  I could see out of the corner of my eye that Jeff was
just walking in with the towel over his shoulders, his cock swinging with
each step, proud as a peacock.  I turned red again.

He came to the shower head right next to me and started to soap up.  As he
was washing, he turned to me and began washing his balls.  He asked, "What
kind of soap do you use?" I had to turn around to look at him to show him
the soap and he saw it.  My cock was sticking straight up, all four and
one-half inches.  It was the tightest boner I had ever had.  "Looks like
someone needs a workout," he joked.  I was red, red, red.

"It get's like that," I said.  "I can't control it."

"I know," he said.  "I used to be like that too.  You got a great-looking
ass.  Did anyone ever tell you that?"

I was confused.  You mean he wasn't going to make fun of my small dick?  He
liked my ass?  "No, no-one ever told me that.  Do you ever have trouble
getting lots of erections?" I said.  I couldn't believe that I had asked
him that.  I looked around to make sure that no-one heard me.

"Sure, it happen lots of times but not as much as when I was a teenager
like you," he replied.

"I wish I could stop it."

"Why?" he said. "You should never be ashamed of having an erection. It is
the most wonderful thing that can happen.  I love it -- any time I can."

I was confused.  How could someone want an erection?  Isn't it a sin?  Love
an erection?  I was confused.

"When I can't get sex with someone, I just whack off," he said.  "Have you
ever done that?"

"I'm not sure.  I sometimes have orgasms when I am in bed.  What do you
do?" I couldn't believe that I was asking this.

"You know, I just take my dick in my hand and work my dick until it gets
hard.  Then I use some spit to lubricate it and just jack off.  I thought
every teenager did that.  Watch," he said as he took soap out and started
to lather up his dick and sure enough it started to get larger.  I couldn't
take my eyes off it as it grew to over 10 inches and got really wide.

"See," he said, and he stopped moving his hand up and down.  I was in awe.
I had urges that I knew were indecent and that I had never felt before.  I
wanted to touch it, to feel it in my hand, to even taste it.  I resolved to
use my hand to get an orgasm when I got home.  We finished our shower and
started to dry off.  Jeff snapped the towel on my ass and I jumped.  He
said, "That's what you get for having such a great ass." I smiled and
turned red.

When we were leaving, Jeff asked if I wanted a ride home.  Of course I said
yes, and I got into his Chevy and felt like a hot shit, whatever that feels
like.  I hoped some of my school mates could see me as I put my elbow out
the window.  We didn't talk about much but as I was leaving, he said: "I
enjoyed working out with you, Kid.  See you tomorrow?"

"You bet," I said with a huge grin as I slammed the door.  I don't ever
recall feeling so secure and wanted in my whole life.

Chapter 3:

When I got home, I ran up to my room.  My parents and sisters were watching
TV so I would have lots of privacy.  I took off my clothes and sat on the
bed and took my dick in my hand and started to massage it.  It got hard
immediately but it felt rough.  I looked out the door to make sure no-one
was looking and went into the bathroom and got in the bath and ran the
water.  I got soap out and started to lather it up and sure enough, it
didn't take long for me to shoot a load as I fanaticized about Jeff's cock
swinging between his legs, coming close to me and feeling it touch my lips.
I couldn't believe how far it shot.  WOW!  I waited a few minuets and did
it again.  Not so far but it was great.  Was I going to hell?

I got out of the bath and started to dry off.  I looked in the mirror to
see what my ass looked like.  I gently moved my hand across each cheek.
The small hairs made if feel electric.  I then moved my fingers down the
crack and when I hit my anus, it felt like I had hit the jackpot.  I
quickly moved my hand away knowing I was doing something wrong.  I was
going to have a lot to confess on Saturday.

The next day was equally boring at school.  When I told Mom that I was
going to the gym, she asked whether I was doing too much.  She said she
didn't want me to hurt myself.  I told her that there were guys there that
were showing me the ropes and I was going very slowly.

I got to the gym and went over to see Steve and Jim already working out.  I
said I would join them after I changed and I went in the locker room and
there Jeff was, once again nude, getting his jock strap out of his bag.
Once again, I couldn't move and he just smiled.  "Come on over and get
changed, Kid," he said, and I put my bag down right next to his.  I felt
more at ease this time and we talked as we changed clothes but when it came
time to put on my jock strap, I turned to face the wall.  He said, "Showing
off you best asset, are you kid." He chuckled and I turned red.

We all worked out heavily that day.  They wouldn't allow me to increase the
weights yet but still had me concentrate on doing each rep correctly.  We
all went to the locker room at the same time and went into the shower
together, I with the towel around my waist and the others casually walking
in nude just holding their towels.  All four of us were next to one another
and when I started to lather up, Jim said to Jeff, "I see what you mean.
He does have a beautiful ass." They laughed as I turned red and this time
they pointed out my rising color.

Jeff's cock and balls were by far the largest of the three.  But the others
were nothing that I would scoff at.  Steve, however, was not cut and it was
the first one I had ever seen uncut.  At first, I thought it looked ugly
but then as I noticed him washing it, he withdrew the hood and behold a
beautiful cockhead emerged, glistening in the light.  I had stopped
showering and was just staring at it.  Jim asked if I had ever seen an
uncut cock before, and I said, "never."

What was happening to my life?  I had never seen so much nudity in my life.
My father had been modest and the rest of the household were women.  I saw
more of my sisters nude than my father.  Now I was exposed to these
beautiful men and learning so much.  Jeff volunteered to drive me home
again.  This time, as I was getting out, he rustled my hair and said, "good
workout, Kid." I felt like a million dollars again.

I once again ran into the house to jack off.  What would I do about
confession on Saturday?  Of well, I might just as well have a lot to
confess rather than only one jack-off session.

I had just about settled down when I heard a knock and my Mom walked in.
She said that the family was going to go this weekend to visit my aunt.
She is all alone since my uncle died and there are two girls in the family.
I protested that I didn't want to go for the whole weekend to spend with
all those girls.  My mom said she understood but that her sister really
needed some help.  I asked Mom if I could stay by myself since I was
seventeen, almost eighteen.  She seemed to consider this a while and then
said that she would talk with Dad.  To my surprise they both agreed and I
got to stay home with the promise that I would go to confession on Saturday
and Mass on Sunday.

I wasn't able to go to the gym until Friday because I had some tests coming
up and I needed to do well.  The Family left early, just after school ended
and I said that I would get a pizza out of the freezer.  I was so anxious
about going to the gym that I forgot to eat.  I got there and the guys were
already working out.  I quickly changed and joined them for the workout.
It was great to be back, to see their muscles working and their big
crotches.  I was doing dome barbells and Jeff was spotting me when all of a
sudden I couldn't push up.  I had no strength.  Fortunately, Jeff was
watching closely and grabbed hold of the barbell and lifted it up for me.

"What's wrong, Kid?" He looked worried.

"I forgot to eat dinner so I guess I bonked out," I said.

"That's it for you, Kid.  Sit out and rest until your strength comes back."

We were almost through, so it didn't take long for them to finish and move
to the locker room.  Once again, I wrapped the towel around my waist but as
I was walking to the shower, Jim pulled it off saying, "Don't hide that
asset of yours." I look around to see if anyone else was around and sure
enough some other guys were chuckling.  The guys fooled around in the
shower some but nothing abnormal.  Jeff asked Steve to scrub his back and
to my surprise, he did even going as far down as the crack in his ass.

Jeff volunteered to drive me home again and as we were going home I told
him that the parents were away.  He asked if I would like to go to his
place and he would fix me something to eat.  Of course, I said yes and we
drove another few miles to his apartment.  When we got in, he said to make
myself comfortable and he did just that, taking off his clothes except for
his underwear.  He wore boxers so I was able to see his cock and balls
swaying as he walked.  He suggested that I do the same.  I hesitated at
first but then cautiously stripped to my underpants.

He took out some pizza from the freezer and heated the oven.  Then he came
in and offered me a beer.  I had never had a beer so I jumped at the
chance.  He sat next to me and we chatted mostly about working out.  He
asked if I had a girlfriend and I said no, "girls don't find me
attractive."

"But you are cute, at least I think so," he said.  I blushed again and he
smiled.  "I really like the way you blush." I turned a brighter shade.

"But who do YOU like," he asked?  "Do you like girls?"

This was getting dangerous and I was getting very nervous.  I stammered
with Ohs and Ums before saying, "I don't know." I was very red and the beer
obviously was having an effect on me.  I can't believe that I said that.

"Some people are not especially attracted to women and that's OK," he said.
OK!  Could it be true?

He went on, "Some people, like me, are not attracted to women very much.  I
like to be with Jim and Steve and you, Kid, at the gym.  And I don't care
what others might think.  Does that bother you?"

I didn't know what to say at first, but then I said, weakly, "I guess not."
I wanted to ask do you have sex with women?  But I was afraid.

"The way I figure it, we don't all have to fit the same mold.  Some of us
are different.  Do you feel different than your school chums?"

"Shit yes," I said.  "They all think I am a faggot." Oops, I said it before
I even thought about it.  It must be the beer.  "But I don't want to be a
faggot that dresses up like a girl."

"Whoa there," Jeff said.  "You need to understand a few things.  First, get
rid of the faggot term.  Some men do dress up like women.  But men who love
men come in all shapes and sizes.  Some are in the military, some are
farmers, some are bankers, they are everywhere.  So don't think that men
who love men are all the same."

"Are you one," I asked meekly?  I didn't know what to say: queer,
homosexual, fairy, I knew faggot was wrong.

Yes, I am, he said.  And what's more, by the erection in your pants, I
think you are as well.

I looked down and saw that I was exposed in more ways than one.
Inadvertently, my cock had come out of the slot in my underwear and was
sticking straight up.  What else could I say, "I think I am." And, tears
welled up in my eyes.

Jeff moved over to me and held me in his arms.  I felt so warm and loved as
I quietly sobbed into his chest.  I put my arms around him and held him
tightly.  He kept rubbing my back with one hand while holding my head with
his other, and gently massaging my hair.  My erection got larger and
stronger and as he moved his hand down my back to my ass crack, I shot a
load.  Our chests were both covered in cum and he picked up my head and
kissed me on the lips.

My world stood still and I felt like it was slowly slipping away.  All I
had believed, all that I was sure I knew, were moving further away.  The
only anchor I had was Jeff as he held me.

I stammered, "I'm sorry.  I couldn't control it."

He said not a word but took his finger and picked up some cum off the top
of my cock and slowly put it in his mouth, like a lollypop, and sucked on
it.  I got immediately hard again.  He then took his finger and put more
cum on it and gave it to me.  At first, I moved my head back but he held my
head firmly and I then move my mouth forward to receive communion.  I
remember that it tasked so good not like the wafer one has at church.  It
was salty but also with some sweetness.  There were also other tones of
flavors that I could not identify.

He kissed me again and I melted into his body.

I then reached into his boxers to find an already hard and very large cock.
It was the god-head that I knew I always wanted and I lowered my heard to
kiss it.  He moaned and I kissed it again.  He asked me to put it in my
mouth.  I hesitated but then lowered my head to his very large cock which
filled my mouth completely.  It was so natural.  I knew what to do as I
rose up and down.  I moved my tongue over his cockhead when I rose up and
move it back when I went down.  I couldn't get much in my mouth but each
time I tried to go further.  His moans were rhythmical with my movements.
His cock seemed to grow and before long I felt his hand on the back of my
head as he held if firmly in place while he shot load after load of cum.  I
had been anointed and the cum dripped out of my mouth, down my chin and
over his balls.

"Don't waste any of it," he said as his eye began to regain their focus.
"Lap it all up." I did, reverently.

When I finished, he placed his hands of each side of my head and
passionately kissed me, our mouths opened to welcome and share the tastes
of one another.  When he released me, he looked into my eyes and said, "you
are beautiful, Robert." And I cried.