Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2007 20:18:56 -0800 (PST) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: Wrong Number - Chapter 3 Copyrighted 2006: This story is protected under US copyright law. No part of it may be reproduced in any way without the express written consent of the author. The author grants www.nifty.org and its mirror sites permission to post the story on their websites. DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of homosexual activities. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wrong Number Chapter Three - The Third Call! About a half hour after Justin had hung up when the doorbell at his house rang, my phone rang again. Caller-ID again said "unavailable". I didn't really expect it to be Justin, as he had been pretty sure the person at his door was Chris, who was coming over so they could have sex, and if that was true, I doubted they'd be finished already! "Hi Peter," I was surprised to hear a somewhat dejected sounding Justin say when I answered the phone. "Hey Buddy. Why so glum? Wasn't it Chris at the door afterall?" I asked. "Oh, it was him," Justin said, dully. "I see. So... You're calling me back sooner than I'd expected. What happened? Didn't he have time to stay and 'get busy' with you?" I asked. "Been here. Done that. And he's gone already," Justin said, obviously disappointed. "I see," I said. I felt sorry for the boy. It was Obvious to me that this so called 'friend' was just using him. "Um... so... did you ask him about being the 'top' once?" "Yeah," Justin said. "And???" I asked. "He said we could try it," Justin said. "So we went up to my room, and got naked. I greased up and he got on my bed on his hands and knees and stuck his butt back toward me." The boy's tone became huskier then as he continued, "Man he has a gorgeous one too! Firm and muscular. And a little hairy too! Well... compared to me at least. I don't really have much hair anywhere yet I guess." Justin gave a short chuckle, then continued. "Anyway, I couldn't help myself and ran my hands over his cheeks, and played with them a minute, then fingered his hole a little. He seemed to like that, and it got me even hotter. Then, I got on my knees between his feet and he pushed back and down, so his butt was level with my dick. I put the tip of it on his hole and started to push. Just as I felt it starting to go inside him, he yelled at me to stop and get it out of him!" Justin paused then for a moment, as if he was waiting for me to comment. "I see, so... what happened then?" I asked. "Well," Justin picked up with his story. "He said it wasn't gonna work because I'm too big!" * * * Justin snorted then and said, "I can't possibly be too big! I'm not a big guy at all. Fact is - I'm kinda short... all over." I smiled to myself, and then because he'd paused again, I said, "I'm sure you're not that small." "Oh yeah?" Justin said. "I'm only 5 feet tall, and I'm really skinny. I only weigh 90 pounds! And ... my dick's only 4 inches long when it's hard, and it's not very thick at all either!" "I see," I said, still smiling, but thinking to myself that he was indeed on the small side of life for a 13 year old. To try and cheer him up I added, "Don't sweat it. You've got plenty of time to grow yet." "That's what my mom says too," Justin said, resignedly. "So, you think I will too?" "Definitely," I said, smiling to myself yet. "You'll get taller, broader, and heavier, and everything else will grow proportionally too." "So my dick will get bigger then too?" he asked, in what sounded like a somewhat hopeful tone. "Yup!" I said. "I sure hope so! I'm the smallest guy in my class, and my cock's the smallest in the locker room too!" he said, again sounding dejected. "Relax," I said. "You'll grow yet." "But when?" Justin cried. He was obviously frustrated by his diminutive stature. "Well," I said. "I can't answer that Justin. All I can tell you is that if you eat right, get some exercise, and enough sleep, your body will do its thing when it's ready." "Well... any idea how long that might be?" he asked, apparently not happy with my answer. "Well, you could go into a growth spurt relatively soon," I said. "But... I knew a kid when I was in school who was your size. He was still your size when we graduated. I didn't see him for several months after that, but the next time I ran into him, I was shocked! He'd grown as tall and broad-shouldered as me!" "I might have to wait that long?" Justin cried, clearly upset by what I'd just said. I felt bad that I'd told him about my friend Roger. Obviously it was a poor choice of examples of how long it takes some kids to finish growing. "Probably not," I said. "He was an extreme case. I expect that you'll notice a few months from now that you've grown some more, compared to the size you are now." "Yeah right!" Justin snorted. "I'll probably always be a shrimp with a nub for a penis!" I couldn't help chuckling, as I replied, "Justin, I know it's frustrating, but listen... I'm sure you're gonna grow more. But even if you stopped now for some reason, which I really don't see happening, you are already as big as some men get! And they get along just fine!" "But - I don't wanta be this short!" Justin whined. "And... I want a bigger dick!" I could hear the frustration and inner pain in the boy's voice, and managed to stifle the laugh I felt rising in my throat. "I know," I said. "And I'm sure you will get bigger." There was a pause for a minute then, before Justin said, "Can I ask you something Peter?" "Sure," I said. "Well, how big are you?" he asked. "I'm 6'0" and weigh 170," I said. There was another pause, and then in a hesitant voice he asked, "Um... so... how big's your dick get when it's hard?" I probably should've expected that to be his next question, but I hadn't. I chuckled and said, "Well... that's a question adults usually don't answer to kids I don't think." "Oh come on! I told you how big mine gets," Justin whined. I thought a minute, then it occurred to me that he probably really wanted to know how big he might end up getting, if he did grow. "I expect," I said. "That what you're really asking me is, how big do adults' penises get. Right?" "Wellll..." he hesitated, before blurting. "Yeah! But - I really would like to know how big YOUR'S is too!" Again I laughed. In my mind's eye, I could see a boy sitting on the other end of the phone line, his ears turning red from having asked an embarrassing question. "OK," I said, benevolently. "The average size for an adult's penis when it's erect is between 5" and 7". Mine's a bit above average." "Really?" he asked. "So - how big is your's?" I snorted and said, "You're not gonna give up on this are you?" "Nope!" he chortled. I imagined him on his end of the wire, smiling, and squeezing his crotch. "Mine's 8" when it's hard," I said, finally giving in. "Wow! Really?" Justin said. "Fuck! Your's is twice as long as mine!" I imagined him holding his hand approximately 8" away from his crotch and looking down at it with large eyes. "Well, I'm a big guy," I said. "Do you think I'll ever be as big as you?" Justin asked. "I don't know. Maybe," I said. "How tall are your parents?" "They're both short!" he said, in a crestfallen voice. "My father's only about 5"6', and Mom's not even 5"." "You're already taller than your mom huh?" I asked, smiling. "Yeah," he said, sounding happier again. "Well," I said. "You might not ever get as tall as me, but you'll grow yet." "What about my penis?" he asked. "How much bigger do you think it'll get?" Smiling, I said, "I don't know Justin. But I do know one thing. Answer me a question." "OK," he said. "You jack off right?" I said. There was a momentary pause. I imagined that he was surprised by my question. "It's OK if you do, all guys do," I said. Another pause, then "Well, if all guys do, and you know I'm a guy, how come you're asking if I do?" I chuckled and said, "Good point. I guess I mean, have you started jacking off already? I assume since you and Chris do other things, you probably do." "Well, duh!" he gave a chuckle. Then apparently realizing he might've sounded rude, he added, "Yes, I jerk off!" Smiling, I said, "Thanks for admitting it!" "No problem, but what's your point?" he asked. "Oh yeah," I said, forgetting for a moment why I asked. Quickly I added, "Well... this might sound stupid, but... do you enjoy masturbating?" Another momentary pause, but then he laughed and said, "OK - why would I do it if I didn't like it?" "OK," I said, realizing it was probably a dumb question. "My point is... if you're able to jack off, and you enjoy it when you do, then your penis is adequate already! It's big enough that you can enjoy it and get lot's of pleasure from it! So... even if it weren't to grow anymore - which I doubt - I think it'll get bigger - but even if it didn't - it's already big enough so you can have fun with it! And that's what really matters in life!" Justin didn't respond immediately. I imagined he was digesting what I'd just said. Finally though, he said, "Well... OK - I guess that makes sense... but if that's true - how come everybody thinks that bigger cocks are better?" I'd hoped our conversation over the size of Justin's manhood was finished, but apparently it wasn't. Sighing slightly, I said, "Well... I guess for some people - girls and guys - they feel that a bigger penis being stuffed inside them feels better. But Justin, there's more to that, that you might not have thought about. See... it's possible to have a penis that's so large, that it causes problems. Problems for the person trying to take it, and problems for the guy who owns it too! If it's too big, sometimes a guy can't find anyone who can handle taking the whole thing in their mouth, or up their butt. So they have more limited amounts of people they can be with, or activities they can get involved in, compared to a guy who's smaller! And... in particular - a guy with a smaller dick can usually get deep-throated - while guys with big dicks, usually can't get all of their tool in a person's mouth! So - guys with smaller ones can experience a little bit more fun, than guys with huge ones! More silence, then Justin said, "Well, I never thought of it that way!" I chuckled as he added in a lighter, somewhat surprised tone, "I actually feel a little better knowing that!" "Cool!" I said. We were both quiet for a moment, so I decided to take the chance to change the subject. * * * "So, what happened with you and Chris after he told you he couldn't take your dick up his butt?" I asked. "Oh!" Justin said. He'd obviously forgotten what we'd started talking about to begin with. Quickly he said "Well, I apologized for hurting him. He told me it was OK, just he's not used to having anything up his ass. Then he says 'I can fuck you though if you want!'. Well, there wasn't much else to do, so we traded places. I asked him then if he could keep going after he came, if I hadn't got off by then too. He said he'd try." "Did he keep going?" I asked, as Justin took a breath. "Well, he greased up and stuck it in me, and fucked me for a minute. Just as it was starting to feel really good, he sped up and started breathing funny. I knew he was about to blow. That got me more excited. Anyway a couple seconds later he starts cumming. He kept on going til he was finished. I thought he was going to stop then, and hollered at him to keep going. He did. A minute later, I started cumming, while he's still fucking me. I could tell though he was getting soft. Before I finished, he stopped and pulled out of me!" "Asshole," I muttered. "Well, he'd gone soft!" Justin said. "He couldn't keep going." "What'd he do then?" I asked. "Well, he grabbed some Kleenex and started wiping his cock off," Justin said. "And you were still cumming?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "What'd you do? Finish by jacking off?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "By the time I was finished, he was getting dressed." "He got dressed while you were still cumming?" I asked, increduloulsy. "Well, he was done," Justin said. "And he had to go somewhere." "He's an asshole!" I declared emphatically. "Well..." Justin started, but trailed off. "Justin!" I said. "The guy's using you! It's OK if he couldn't keep fucking you because he went soft after he finished, but he should've stayed inside you til you were done! Or, at least he should've reached down and finished you with a hand job! And he should NEVER have just gotten up, cleaned himself off, and gotten dressed while you were still cumming! That's plain rude!" Justin was quiet for a minute, but finally said sadly, "I guess maybe you're right... um listen, I gotta go." "Are you OK?" I asked, concerned. "Yeah. I just gotta go now," he said. "OK," I said. "Well... call again if you wanta talk, OK?" "OK, g'bye," He said. "Bye Justin," I said. I heard a click as he hung up. I hung up too then, and sat frowning. I felt bad for the boy. Obviously all he was to Chris was a warm recepticle for the older boy's dick! The least the kid could do was make sure Justin had a good time too! I hoped Justin was OK. I wondered if he'd ever call back again... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Watch for the next chapter of this story, which will be posted shortly...