Date: Sat, 4 Jun 2011 22:55:06 +1000
From: Gay SpeedoGuy <gayspeedoguy@gmail.com>
Subject: Jamie and Norman.

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When I was 15 my mother had a friend called Helen, her and Helen spent a lot
of time together. I liked Helen as she was mothers only friend that didn't
go to church and was the only grown up woman I knew that would swear. Mum
didn't like it but she would roll her eyes and shrug it off, I think Helen
only did it to annoy Mum most of the time. Helen was a single mother as well
so I had to spend a lot of time with her son Norman. Norman was not what you
would call popular, In 90's Australia the name Norman was a bit of a joke, a
government organisation called `life be in it' had run a series of
commercials featuring a  fat lazy idiot called Norman who would just sit
around the house and do nothing. Norman copped a lot of crap for that.
Norman was also quite unfortunate looking, he was average height, very very
skinny with black hair that was always too long to be short and too short to
be long. His hair was always oily looking and all his school uniforms were
either too big for him or so tight they would rip if when he sat down. He
wore reading glasses in class that he got from the free hospital clinic,
they had thick plastic flames that were better suited to old men then young
teen boys.  He would wear this hat that was old and must have ripped at some
point because it had a patch on the front above the visor rim. Once on the
school bus guys were teasing him and calling him a dick head and I yelled
out that he must have had the dick on his head removed and the patch added
to his hat, I was proud of that joke at the time. He was covered in pimples,
not just the normal teenage break out but some days it looked like his
entire face was one big pimple.

Helen had taken Norman to many doctors over the years trying to get him some
help, she knew how much trouble he got at school and wanted to do anything
she could to help him. She would take him from our home town of Innisfail to
Cairns on the bus to a new doctor every time she could afford it but nothing
seemed to help. Some things even made him more pathetic like the pills he
was on at one point that would make him burn if he went out in the sun at
all! OK so I have to admit, I didn't like the kid, he was weedy and ugly and
the only time I would talk to him was if we were at his house and I had no
one else to talk to. He tried to sit next to me on the school bus once and I
put my bag down so he wouldn't be able to sit there, was he kidding? Being
seen sitting next to him would be death at lunch time! Norman would spend
breaks walking around the school with his back pack on looking down at the
ground or sitting in the study area of the library, with the geeks trying to
blend in. It wasn't easy when you were the weirdest guy in school but
luckily people didn't give him too much shit to his face.

Norman and I were chalk and cheese, although I was not the most popular boy
in school I had made a few friends from the swim team and as I did well in
my classes and didn't act up the staff liked me too. I was just under 6 foot
tall had brown hair that I was growing long and had a nice body coming on
since I joined the swim team the year before. Even though I was growing my
hair out I would make sure it looked nice every day before heading out the
door to school, every 6 months I would ask mum to buy me a new hat and a new
back pack so I would stay up to date. Norman on the other hand had not had
new shoes for so long that his toes would stick out through a hole in the
end most of the time. Mum would give him some of my old clothes when I was
sick of them and I would see him around town in them but because he was so
skinny they looked silly on him or he didn't like them so he wouldn't wear
them. I didn't know what else I could do to help him so I didn't bother. The
long and the short of it was that Norman was the kind of guy that you would
get mad at for being so pathetic.

I guess you might be wondering what we would talk about when we did hang
out. Well most the time we would hang out under his house, at the time Mum
and I lived in a unit but Helen and Norman were in government housing but at
least it was a house. The house was high blocked like a lot of the old
houses in Far North Queensland at the time. The house itself was upstairs
but under the house was closed in with vertical slats that offered some
security and privacy. Before Norman's father killed himself (under the
house!) he had done a lot of work under there to make it nice, it had a bar,
crappy old pool table and a dart board, as a 15 year old in a shitty little
town, under that house was about as cool as anything got. I would hang out
under there and play pool and darts for hours not even caring that I was
having to hang out with Norman. Norman was good at both games but would let
me win most of the time I think he was just happy to have someone to play
with. I would always be nice to him while we were hanging out at his house,
most of the time I just felt sorry for him, he really had no clue why he had
no friends. I hated it when he and his Mum would come over to our place as
they would send us into my room where there was nothing to do. We would end
up sitting around watching videos or reading books and talking as little as
I could manage.

The unit Mum and I lived in was across the road from the local catholic
school but Norman and I went to school at the Innisfail State High, it was
about a 15 minute bus ride from my place and the bus would pick Norman up
from his place first from outside his house in the suburb of Hudson. Now
days most of the housing commission houses in Hudson have seen sold off and
are privately owned and the area is nice, back then the area was what you
would call a bad area. As mum didn't have a car we walked or caught a bus
when we went to visit them, they didn't have a car either so it was the same
for them visiting us but this didn't stop Mum and Helen hanging out a lot.
One day when I got home from school Mum told me that she had to go to Cairns
for a week as her father, my Grand Father was in hospital and had to have an
operation, she said she had spoken to Helen and I was going to stay up there
with her. I wasn't shocked that he was going into hospital as he had been on
the waiting list for the operation for some time and I was glad it was
finally happening. Although I had known she was going to have to go up with
him to help Grandma deal with everything I hadn't given any thought to where
I was going to stay. At the time I had a few friends that I could have
stayed with and had spent a night or two at their houses over the last year
but I knew mum wouldn't go for it as Helen was her rock at times like this.

She said Grandad had gotten the call this afternoon and had to be in pre-op
tonight so they were coming to pick us up and drop me off at Helens house
before heading up to Cairns. When I got there Helen came down and gave mum,
grandma and Grandad a bag of sandwiches and some tea in travel mugs, Grandma
and Mum thanked her for her kindness and they drove away. I walked up the
front stairs with Helen and found Norman sitting in the lounge room watching
TV. He looked like a wanker sitting there in my old soccer shorts and
t-shirt. He was flicking through the channels (3 in Innisfail in those days)
with a remote control that was in a freezer bag so it didn't get dust in it.


He looked up at me and smiled, he was always so happy to see me, I wish I
could say the same. At that moment it stuck me, the house only had two
bedrooms. I was going to have to sleep in the same room as Norman for the
next week! He got up off the couch and took my bag "you're in with me Jamie"
and walked into the bed room. I wanted to put off going into that room as
long as I could so I sat on the lounge and talked to Helen for a while. We
talked about the operation Grandad was going to have and the chances of
anything going wrong. After a couple of minutes Norman came back out and
stood in the door way with one foot up on door jam and his shoulder leaning
on the door as well. He tried to join the conversation but he didn't know
anything about what we talked about so he didn't have anything intelligent
to say.

Helen took us into the kitchen and Norman and I sat at the table talking to
her while she cooked, it didn't take long for the house to start filling up
with the smell of bangers and mash. Mum and I loved this and I think that's
why she cooked it that night so I would be comfortable on my first night in
a strange house. When it was ready she asked us to clear off the table and
set out the cutlery. We did our jobs and sat back down to a nice dinner. We
didn't talk much during dinner but I noticed Norman looking at me on and off
the entire time he was eating, he did this all the time, I found it so
creepy!

Helen worked nights at the local Taxi office taking calls and dispatching
jobs, one of the `perks' of her job was a free taxi ride to work so it
wasn't a surprise when a taxi pulled up at the house at 7pm just as we
finished dinner. Helen went out the door and yelled back "you two mind you
wash and dry the dishes and keep the house clean" and she was gone. Norman
picked up his plate and licked the last bit of tomato sauce off it, I rolled
my eyes and pick up both plates and headed over to the sink to fill it.
Norman came over with a few glasses and stuff and dumped them in the water
splashing me with water. I said "Fuck Norman, did ya have to?" and stormed
off my find my bag. When I walked into Norman's room I couldn't believe my
eyes. In all the time I had been coming to his house I had never been into
his room, it was painted black and had black curtains, his wardrobe was
painted black as was his bed, the only colour in the room was the dark blue
sheets on his bed and the white mattress that was laid out on the floor
beside his bed.  I didn't know what to think about the room, the bare light
globe in the middle of the ceiling made the room look like a horror movie
dungeon I didn't know how the hell I was going to sleep in there. I stood
there wondering who the hell Norman was, did he have mental issues? I mean
who lived like this? I decided to change my shirt and get out of there. I
found my bag on his bed and selected another shirt. I looked at myself in
the mirror on the back of his door and thought the new shirt looked ok. It
went with the black footy shorts I had on.

By the time I came back out Norman had finished washing the dishes and was
in the middle of drying. He turned and looked at me with red eyes and said
"I'm sorry I splashed you Jamie, I didn't mean to" I told him it was ok and
helped him dry up. I decided until I knew more about him I should be as nice
I could be to the guy with the fetish for black! When we were done we went
into the lounge room and sat down to watch some TV. We sat there watching
SeaQuest for a while not saying anything until he looked at me and said "do
you have a girlfriend?" "Nar man" I said. By the time I was 15 I knew I was
gay, I had even fooled around with a couple of guys but didn't want to tell
him in case he tried to kill me in my sleep in his black bedroom. Norman
smiled "I didn't think so". He didn't say anything else for a while, "I
don't either" he finally said. It took all of my control not to say "No shit
Sherlock".

After SeaQuest was over we went down stairs for a game of darts, the floor
of the underneath of the house was concrete and the ceiling was just the
floor of upstairs meaning that the beams were exposed. Norman went to the
far corner and took a packet of cigarettes and a lighter from the top of one
of the beams. He took one, lit it and offered one to me, I had tried smoking
a couple of times so I took one and lit it off his, as soon as we both had
our smokes going the under part of the house smelt of tobacco. Norman went
and took the darts out of the board and went back to the line to start the
game. He shot a good score and went back down to get them for me. When he
came back he handed me the darts, I had a go and failed as much as I always
did. Normally when we played we didn't say a lot but this time Norman was
very chatty. "You can call your friend Cameron and see if he wants to come
over and play darts too if you want." "Thanks man" I said, "But Cameron is
away for the weekend" He smiled at me and said "I thought you would have
stayed with him, you guys are close". I didn't know what he was getting at.
At the time Cameron and I had fooled around a couple of times, once at my
house and once at School in an empty class room, I had no idea how he would
know about it as neither of us had said anything to anyone let alone
`abnormal Norman'. I didn't say anything else just took my turn. When I took
my shot Norman said "You know about sexy men, do you think I'm sexy?" I
didn't know what to say, I walked up and grabbed the darts and walked back
and put them on the table I didn't want to look at him. I didn't know if I
was able to trust him, I didn't want him to tell my Mum or his Mum that I
was gay! I thought I had better go along with it "I dunno man, I guess so."
I looked over at him and he was looking down at the table making no effort
to get up and continue the game. He was upset, I could tell. "I don't think
so, I'm not sexy, no one has ever looked at me like that. I know I have bad
pimples but shit man, I want to be touched just like anyone else".

I didn't like where this was going, I was hoping he wasn't going to ask me
he to `touch him'. "I know I'm not good looking" Norman Said "But I have a
nice dick". He was just about crying now. I looked at him finally and he was
still looking down, I didn't know what to say "Well then, maybe you should
just show it off." He looked at me "how?" I was thinking on my toes now, "By
wearing things that show off your dick, that way people can tell you have a
nice dick and might want to see it and play with it." He looked down again
"Will you help me?". "Umm ok" I said. He got up and went upstairs, I
followed him into his bedroom and we went to his wardrobe. He opened it and
said "what do you think would show off my cock Jamie?" I started looking for
footy shorts thinking mum would have given him some of my old ones but
couldn't find any. I came across a pair of bright blue bike shorts and
handed them to him, these would do the job, wear these and a t-shirt and
everyone will be able to see how big it is." He took them and left the room,
`Shit' I thought he is going to model them for me. A few minutes later he
came back into the room in the bike pants and a t-shirt on, the shirt was
long, too long to be able to see his cock. "Does this work?" he said. "Well
man the idea is that people can see the bulge your dick makes in the shorts,
your t-shirt is too long, no one could see it".

I watched as he thought about it, he smiled and took off his shirt. And put
on another, perfect I thought. I sat there looking at him, his legs were
nice and he was right about his cock, he had a nice bulge in his shorts but
the jock line was wrecking the look. "You need to take off your jocks man,
you can see the underpants line and it's a turn off" I told him. He smiled
at me and pealed the tight lycra off. He stood facing me in his pale blue
big w under pants and I couldn't help but get a semi, what this guy lost in
his face and personality he made up for in his jocks. He looked at me as he
took off his jocks and stood there in all his teen glory. He was soft but I
think he was on the way to getting hard. He reached down and adjusted
himself before grabbing his bike shorts again and putting them on. "Is this
better?" he asked with a smile on his face.

It was better, the boy had an awesome bulge going on in his shorts. As I sat
there on the bed I found myself licking my lips, he walked over to me so I
could have a better look "Is this sexy do you think?" I did think! He had
his cock dressed to the left so I told him to point it down over his cock to
make it look bigger. He reached in and grabbed his teen meat and pushed it
down beside his balls. "No man, put it down over your nuts so it stands out.
He looked at me like he had no idea what I was talking about. By this time I
was hard as a rock. I didn't know what was going on, this was Norman!
Fucking dick head Norman! But then again, look at that bulge, at that moment
I knew I wanted to have that cock in my mouth. He was still looking at me so
I decided to take a chance and do it for him. I reached out and grabbed the
top of his shorts with one hand and getting no resistance I grabbed his cock
with the other and pointed it down over his balls. Norman looked down and
smiled as I took my hand out. "See Man" I said "it looks bigger because it's
pointing out more sitting on your balls. I was dying to sniff my hand, his
cock felt so good and I didn't feel any pubes in there at all, he stood
there in front of me and rubbed his bulge. "do you think I would get a blow
job wearing this?" he asked. "Yeah I do" I said still looking at his bulge.
The lycra showed everything, I was able to see that he was uncut and that
his dick was starting to grow in his shorts. The longer it got the harder
the lycra was working to keep it in.

He said "let's go finish our game of darts" and walked out of the room. I
was disappointed as I now wanted to suck him off more than anything in the
world but I knew some guys needed to be coaxed out of their pants! When we
got down stairs we both lit another smoke and kept playing. I wasn't able to
concentrate on the game every time he had his go I was looking at his bum, I
had never had sex with a guy but I had seen a gay porn at a guy's place a
few months before and found myself looking at lots of guys arses. Norman had
a nice arse, it was what you would call a muffin arse and the lycra shorts
were clinging to every inch of it, it was even showing off the crack between
his perfect globes. I was dying to reach out and rub my hands over his arse
but I thought I should wait and see how the night went. By now it was 9pm,
we had 5 hours until Helen would be home and the fun would be over. Every
time I stood up to take my shot I knew my hard on was on show for him to see
but I didn't mind as he was hard as a rock himself, I knew he wanted
something to happen but seeing as I didn't know what I thought I should
leave it to him to make the first move.

I knew that he would be able to see my hard cock as my footy shorts were
short enough that there was no room to hide a hard on. I had my black
speedos on under my shorts and they did hold it in a bit so I decided to
step it up a little, I told Norman I had to use the bathroom and went back
upstairs. I went into the bathroom and closed the door, after I took a leak
I took my speedos off and put my footy shorts back on. I had to be careful
that my dick wasn't sticking out of my shorts but with that confirmed I went
back down stairs to keep playing with him. Norman took one look at me when I
walked in and a big grin crept across his face. My dick was now pointing
straight out in front of me for all to see. Under the house no one could see
us unless they walked down the driveway and I knew that the rusty gate would
warn us if that happened. I sat on the chair beside Norman and he eyes
didn't leave my cock. Finally he said "Does Cameron suck you off?" At that
stage I had only sucked Cameron off, he had not so much as seen my cock so I
told him no. Norman kept looking down at my bulge and said "If I was your
boyfriend, I'd suck you off". I looked at him, he was still tenting in his
bike pants and was developing a wet spot of pre-cum around the tip, he had
now adjusted it so it was standing straight out as well. "He's not my
boyfriend Norman, we just fool around" I said. I thought fuck it, he made
the first move saying be wanted to suck me off so I took my cock out the leg
of my shorts and sat there in front of him wanking it.

"Do you want to suck it?" I asked him. He didn't say anything, just nodded,
so I stood up and stood in front of him. Norman had never sucked a guy off
before so all he did was put it in his mouth, he didn't move his head at
all. I moved my hips back and forth so I was fucking his face, I felt his
teeth on the shaft of my cock so I told him to open his mouth more. He did
so and I went back to fucking his face. I reached down and grabbed the back
of his head and pushed his head onto my dick, god this boy felt so good on
my cock, I couldn't believe we hadn't done this sooner. After a few minutes
I took it out of his mouth and told him I wanted to go back up stairs. We
walked up the back stairs so no one would be able to see us and our tenting
shorts from the street. As we walked up the stairs I had his arse in full
view and thought I may as well go for gold so I reached out and rubbed my
hand over his bum. My God that boy had a great bum I wanted to pull his bike
pants down and fuck him right there on the steps.

When we got into the kitchen he kissed me, I was a little repulsed at first,
the only thing I could think of was one of the pimples bursting! Luckily for
me that didn't happen and I kissed him back, for a guy that had never been
with anyone he was a good kisser, at that moment I thought about him
practicing kissing in the mirror and couldn't help but giggle. Norman pulled
away and looked at me "Nothing man" I said, Lets go into your room!" he led
me in and I sat on the bed, he stood in front of me and pulled his shorts
down and took a hold of his cock "What do you think of this?" I smiled and
took it in my hand, I sat there slowly pulling the skin back off the head of
his cock and pushing it back up. I looked up at him and he was standing
there with his eyes shut. I put my hands on his awesome arse and pulled him
towards me. His dick was inches from my face so I put the tip in my mouth
and started working my way down the shaft. After about 5 minutes he started
swaying back and forth and I knew he was about to cum. I was excited because
a guy had told me that a virgins cum tasted different to other guys. When he
came it just kind of oozed out into my mouth but it tasted the same as the
other guys I had had.

When he came Norman kind of fell onto me, I rolled out from under him and
laid on the bed beside him, as I laid there I started pulling myself off. I
knew from experience that most guys didn't want to suck you off after they
came. Thankfully Norman wasn't that kind of guy and after a few minutes he
sat up and moved down to my cock and put it in his mouth again. He must have
taken notice of what I did when I sucked him off because he was moving his
mouth and even licking the head of my cock. It was very sexy and it didn't
take long for me to cum in his mouth. When I dropped my load in his mouth he
kind of just opened his mouth and let it run back onto my cock and down to
my balls. I guess he didn't like the taste of my cum! Once I had cleaned up
I went for a shower and left him there on the bed. By the time I came back
Norman was asleep and I went out to watch TV.

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